(Alive Philip au/both 19) 1801 A winters ball. And {{user}} is the envy of all. {{user}} is Thomas Jefferson’s youngest daughter. She has multiple suitors but none catch her eye. Most of them are stuck up Americans. Or only interested in her because her father is president. She’s standing in the corner watching her father argue with -you guest it- Alexander Hamilton. She didn’t exactly want to come but her father practically begged her and she couldn’t say no. She was about to go outside for some air when she noticed someone standing in front of her, offering his hand. Gasping she looked at him. Of course. *Philip Hamilton.* Why’d it have to be a Hamilton? Her father and Mr. Hamilton world flip shit. Her thoughts were interrupted by the oldest Hamilton. “Would you like to dance..?” He asked sheepishly.
**At the age of 22, you found yourself living alone in a sprawling mansion in California, devoid of family or a partner. Feeling the weight of solitude, you decided to adopt children and began preparing rooms in your home, eager to welcome new lives into your space. With everything set, you made your way to the local orphanage, hoping to find the children you could bring into your life** ***Upon arriving at the orphanage, you were struck by its dilapidated state. As you entered, you navigated through a clutter of debris and made your way to the front desk, where a woman with orange hair sat nursing a bottle of whiskey. She glanced at you with a weary expression and said, ***“You’re here to adopt a child? Follow me.”*** With that, she led you deeper into the building, eventually ushering you into a room filled with children before abruptly closing the door behind her*** **You took a moment to survey the room, your eyes landing on a small boy who appeared to be around six years old. Kneeling down to his level, you gently asked, ***“Hello, sweetheart, what’s your name?”*** He looked up at you, silent and unsure. Just then, two older boys, likely around ten and nine, rushed over and positioned themselves protectively in front of him, demanding** ***“What do you want with our brother, lady?”***
**you and ace grew up together he was 10 and you were 8 in the goa kingdom the two of you were best friends doing practically everything together stealing From pirates and townspeople he had always told you he wanted to be a pirate and you wanted to join him eventually your friendship turned into something different as you two grew older a mutual crush on each other you began dating you were in love but time passed** ***when ace was 17 he was ready to set sail but you were only 15 and he told you to wait he didn’t think you were ready yet so you agreed before he left the two of you made a promise in the future if you two ever met again you two would get married soon after he left and never came back you ended up sailing with luffy joining his crew you hoped one day you’d sss him again** **time passed and you and the straw hat crew made their way to Arabasta to save princess vivi’a kingdom** -//——-///——// **you had waited at the ship keeping watch when luffy and there rest of the crew came on board apparently they had been chased by marines and luffy’s brother `ace` had saved them luffy leaned against the ledge saying that now he could kick his but when ace arrived asking** ***”who’s butt”***
JEFFERSON December 1799: The Schuylers hosted a large family gathering. The Hamiltons arrived early, while George Washington, the la Fayettes, and the Church family traveled from Virginia and Europe to attend. What surprised everyone most was the arrival of the Jeffersons. Thomas Jefferson brought only his youngest daughter, {{user}}, since her older sisters were already married. You arrived last with your father. After greeting the Schuylers, your eyes immediately found your best friend, Marie la Fayette. You had met in France while studying abroad with the la Fayette family and had stayed close through letters. You quickly left your father’s side to greet her. You also knew Georges Washington de la Fayette, John Church II, Elizabeth Church, Richard Hamilton Church, and George Parke Custis from your years in Europe and Virginia society. “Pray tell, George, who is that lady?” Philip Hamilton whispered. “Who?” George Parke Custis asked. “The lady beside Marie.” “Ah,” George smirked, “That is {{user}} Jefferson.” “A Jefferson?” Philip breathed. George nodded. For the next several days, Philip made no attempt to approach you. Children at the gathering: Philip Hamilton (17), Angelica Hamilton (15), Alexander Hamilton Jr. (13), James Hamilton (11), John Hamilton (7), Catherine Schuyler (18), John Church II (18), Elizabeth Church (16), Marie Lafayette (17), George Parke Custis (18), Richard Hamilton Church (14), Georges Washington de Lafayette (20), and you (17).
Season 5 episode 8 summary: Carl gets promoted to drug mule and uses Chuckie to transport drugs for Frank, who is secretly setting them up Sammie calls the cops on Carl after Carl pins drugs on chuckie {fuser}} as a Gallagher sibling carls twin
`1801` *Now that Philip Hamilton had proudly graduated from King’s College, his life was on a well–oiled track toward greatness. At nineteen, he had offers from New York’s most elite law firms and government offices—he was practically one powdered wig away from running the city.* *But a Hamilton legacy required more than brains and a sharp cravat. It needed a wife. Preferably to a refined young lady with a generous dowry and an even more generous womb.* *Philip wasn’t entirely against the idea of an arranged marriage. While he didn’t exactly dream of it, he figured if it came down to it, he’d just bite the bullet and marry whoever looked the least likely to poison his tea.* *So, Alexander took matters into his own hands. Day after day, the estate was flooded with young women—well–bred, well–dressed, and well…well, boring. But each hoping to become the next Mrs. Hamilton.* *And Philip played along. He smiled, he nodded, he listened to their embroidery anecdotes like a champ.* *And then you showed up.* *On paper, you were like the rest—poised, well–mannered, and appropriately dull. For the first ten minutes.* *That is, until you were climbing the estate gates.* *You grunted, one leg over the top, your corseted torso awkwardly twisted, dress snagged on a wrought iron spike as you hissed in frustration. Hair pinned too tightly. Patience worn too thin.* *Then Philip found you, muttering curse words that no respectable debutante should’ve known.* *He blinked.* *You struggled, yanking at your skirt with the energy of someone either escaping an arranged marriage or a very boring conversation—possibly both.* “Going somewhere?” *Philip asked, leaning against the fencepost, eyebrows raised, voice laced with poorly concealed amusement.* *You looked down at him like **he** was the embarrassment here.* “Just out for a climb,” *you grumbled.* *Philip just snorted.*
The swan princess- **You’re the princess of your father’s Kingdom. In favour of your Kingdom’s prosperity and power, it’s been signed that an agreement of friendship, or rather, alliance, would be made if the Son and Daughter of both royal families are to be wed. Hence, your situation now.** **Ever since their** ***great idea*** **you’ve been ushered every Summer to a faraway Kingdom where a young blonde prince awaited your arrival. Preparation they said.** “Hello again *Princess*” *he bowed.* ***He’s grown***
***[THE HAMILTONS JUST READ THE REYNOLDS PAMPHLET, FOUND OUT ABOUT THE AFFAIR, AND IS NOW PACKING. USER IS A YOUNG CHILD, AGE 4. PHILIP IS 17.]*** The Reynolds pamphlet had just recently been released to the public, and The entire Hamilton family has just found out about Alexander's affair. Eliza is heartbroken, most of the kids are far too young to understand, Angelica and Philip are furious with their father, its chaos for the Hamilton's. {{user}} is to young to understand, far too young. But Philip knows what's going on, he knows why the public is shaming his father, he *KNOWS* why his mother is ***HEARTBROKEN!*** While shoving their trunk into the back of the carriage, {{user}} looks to Philip and sees how angry he looks, so disappointed and furious. Its worrying to them, why is their big brother so, so angry? They didn't know. {{user}} 's mouth opened to speak, but Philip quickly cut them off with an aggressive grumble. "Don't question it, {{user}} , just **pack.**" Philip demanded, shoving his own luggage into the back of the carriage which would take them to where they were to go.
Philip and {{user}} always had a *strong attraction* for each other. But since {{user}}'s father was Thomas Jefferson, and Philip's father was Alexander Hamilton, they couldn't date or even mention each other around their fathers. However, Philip would often sneak {{user}} into his house when his father was away. {{user}} would do the same. Although their fathers didn't get along, their mothers were quite friendly. Philip was planning on sneaking {{user}} into the house again, as his father would be out for a couple of hours. While waiting, he heard a knock—a sign that {{user}} had arrived. He quickly opened the door and pulled {{user}} into a tight hug. Who could blame him? He hadn't seen the love of his life in *weeks*. "You took forever," he said, then began kissing Daphne's face, showering them with affection.
**you and Koby grew up together he was 10 and you were 8 the two of you were best friends doing practically everything together dreaming about becoming marines he had always told you he wanted to be a marine and you wanted to join him eventually your friendship turned into something different as you two grew older a mutual crush on each other you began dating you were in love but time passed** ***when Koby was 16 he had joined the marines you were only 14 and he told you to wait he didn’t think you were ready yet so you agreed before he left the two of you made a promise in the future if you two ever met again you two would get married soon after he left and never came back you ended up meeting luffy joining his crew you hoped one day you’d see him again** **time passed and you and the straw hat crew were in water seven resting after all the chaos when suddenly garp bursts through the wall flying past the crew punching luffy** -//——-///——// **everyone was shocked when they found out luffy was related to garp soon after zoro came running fighting the marines that’s when Koby and helmeppo were allowed to fight** **you were standing off to the side as lufffy and Koby reunited after a while but you didn’t seem to notice**
{{user}} was the daughter of power, prestige, and old money. An only child, she had been living alone in her sprawling mansion since middle school. Her parents were rarely home due to their demanding careers—her father was the CEO of one of the world’s most influential companies, while her mother balanced life as a world-renowned surgeon and actress. Born into an incredibly wealthy old-money family, {{user}} grew up with every opportunity imaginable. Now in college, she ruled campus as the queen of her sorority. Beautiful, charismatic, and impossibly rich, she was adored by students and followed by millions online. Between classes she modeled for luxury brands, acted in films and commercials, and maintained a thriving social media presence. Her childhood had been carefully curated. From a young age she was trained in ballet, etiquette, languages, horseback riding, fencing, and music. She could sing nearly anything—from ancient hymns and classical opera to modern pop—and performed with effortless grace. To most people, {{user}} seemed to have the perfect life. Tonight, however, everything was about to change. ⸻ The mansion was packed. Music thundered through the walls, expensive liquor flowed freely, and hundreds of college students filled every room. People danced on tables, shouted over the bass, and competed in increasingly ridiculous drinking games. As hostess of the party, {{user}} was at the center of it all. Laughing, slightly drunk, and enjoying the chaos, she found herself surrounded by cheering students as someone challenged her to a keg stand. Moments later she was upside down, hands gripping the keg while friends held her legs in the air. The crowd erupted with cheers. What nobody upstairs knew was that deep beneath the mansion, hidden in the basement workshop, a group of her closest friends had finally completed a secret project they had spent years building. A time machine. The machine hummed. Lights flashed. Reality itself seemed to be
`1801` *You felt sick.* *As you walked gracefully down the aisle in your lavish wedding gown, your stomach churned. The heavy fabric weighed on you—just like the reality of your situation. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of the long day, or perhaps it was the bitter truth behind this union. Your father, Thomas Jefferson, had married you off to the Hamiltons—your family’s sworn rivals—all in the name of peace. A political arrangement, nothing more.* *And so, you were to be Philip Hamilton’s wife. The eldest son of your father’s greatest enemy, Alexander Hamilton. You barely knew him beyond tense encounters between your families. Yet here you were, bound to him for life.* *As you neared the altar, your steps faltered. Your breath came faster, the tight bodice of your gown suddenly suffocating. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, their worried gazes pressing against you like a thousand needles. Still, you forced yourself forward, moving toward Philip—toward a future neither of you had chosen.* *Forced marriages were cruel.* *Philip didn’t want this either. He hadn’t chosen you, and you hadn’t chosen him. Yet here you stood, bound by duty, stripped of the right to love and wed as you wished.* *You studied his face—mostly blank, but there was a flicker of guilt, of sorrow. Your grip tightened around the bouquet in your hands, your knuckles turning white.*
`1780` *One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. One fun, stupid, completely irresponsible night with some guy you met in college. And now? You were pregnant.* *This wasn’t just a disaster. This was a catastrophe. You and Philip were both nineteen. You could barely take care of yourselves, let alone a baby. To say you were mad would be an understatement. You weren’t just mad. You were ready to throw hands at fate itself. INFURIATED.* *Philip, bless his soul, did the honorable thing—he ran straight to his parents and confessed like a guilty child caught stealing cookies. Meanwhile, you? You were still too paralyzed with fear to tell your father—who, might I add, was Thomas Jefferson. Yes, that Thomas Jefferson. The sworn enemy of Philip’s father, Alexander Hamilton. The man who would likely have a heart attack the second you said the words “I’m pregnant” in his presence.* *Now, you sat in Philip’s room, awkwardly fidgeting with your fingers as the silence stretched between you.* “You’re okay, right…?” *he finally asked, eyes full of concern.*
Here's a Season 1-style roleplay prompt: The South Side was never easy on the Gallaghers. For as long as anyone could remember, Fiona Gallagher had been the one holding everything together. At only twenty-one years old, she was practically raising five kids while trying to survive herself. But things had changed. {{user}} Gallagher, Fiona's twenty-year-old sister, had seen how much weight Fiona carried every day. So she stepped up. Nobody knew exactly how she managed it all. During the day she worked as a successful influencer and model, constantly running between photoshoots, sponsorships, and meetings. At night she became one of the most popular exotic dancers in Chicago. Then there was the secret nobody talked about—the wealthy mob boss who paid generously for her company and attention. The money flowed in. Bills got paid on time. The fridge stayed full. The lights stayed on. And for the first time in years, Fiona could breathe. Not much. Just a little. Enough to have moments that didn't revolve around survival. That afternoon, the Gallagher house was its usual chaos. Carl and Debbie were arguing over the television. Ian was trying to finish homework while yelling at them to shut up. Lip sat at the kitchen table pretending to study while actually people-watching through the window. Liam sat happily on {{user}}'s hip while she stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove. The house smelled like garlic and cheap pasta. A rare luxury. "Debbie, stop hitting your brother." "He started it!" "I did not!" "You literally threw a sock at me!" "It was one sock!" {{user}} rolled her eyes. "Both of you shut up before I use the wooden spoon." Instant silence. Lip laughed. "Damn. Fiona's scary, but you're scarier." "Good." She pointed the spoon at him. "Keep talking." Lip smirked and raised his hands. "See? Scary." Liam giggled from her hip. "There you go, little man," {{user}} said softly, kissing the top of his head. Once dinner was fini
{{user}} was the daughter of power, prestige, and old money. An only child, she had been living alone in her sprawling mansion since middle school. Her parents were rarely home due to their demanding careers—her father was a famous CEO and lawyer, while her mother balanced life as a world-renowned surgeon and actress. Born into a wealthy old-money family, {{user}} grew up with every opportunity imaginable. Now in college, she ruled campus as the queen of her sorority. Beautiful, charismatic, and impossibly rich, she was adored by students and followed by millions online. Between classes she modeled for luxury brands, acted in films and commercials, and maintained a thriving social media presence. Her childhood had been carefully curated. From a young age she was trained in ballet, etiquette, languages, and music. She could sing nearly anything—from classical opera to modern pop—and performed with effortless grace. To most people, {{user}} seemed to have the perfect life. Tonight, however, everything was about to change. ⸻ The mansion was packed. Music thundered through the walls, expensive liquor flowed freely, and hundreds of college students filled every room. People danced on tables, shouted over the bass, and competed in increasingly ridiculous drinking games. As hostess of the party, {{user}} was at the center of it all. Laughing, slightly drunk, and enjoying the chaos, she found herself surrounded by cheering students as someone challenged her to a keg stand. Moments later she was upside down, hands gripping the keg while friends held her legs in the air. The crowd erupted with cheers. What nobody upstairs knew was that deep beneath the mansion, hidden in the basement workshop, a group of her closest friends had finally completed a secret project they had spent years building. A time machine. The machine hummed. Lights flashed. Metal groaned. And then, with a violent burst of energy, the impossible happened. A young man vanished from the yea
**it was a nice warm sunny day as you made your way into a rundown orphanage looking to adopt a child you walked in and approached the lady behind the counter** ***”hello id like to adopt a child between 9-1 a boy perhaps”*** **you asked with a strong British accent a small gentle smile on your lips the lady at the counter nodded a big smile on her face** Receptionist: **”right please follow me ma’am”** **the receptionist said as she led you to a room where all the younger kids were you nodded as you looked around walking around until you spotted a small boy maybe around the age of 5 or 6 you walked up to the child the receptionist smiled and walked away** ***”hello there dear”*** **you said to the shy boy who was messing with his straw hat** ***”whats your name dear”*** **you asked** ***”it’s luffy”*** **she smiled but before she could say anything else two older looking boys maybe 8 and 9 they stood in front of luffy protectively**
The auditorium inside {{user}}’s New York mansion glowed with golden light. Though it was hidden within a modern mansion, it looked as if it had been stolen from an eighteenth-century opera house. Tier upon tier of gilded balconies curved around the room. Crystal chandeliers sparkled from every level. Massive ceiling frescoes painted with angels, clouds, and mythological figures stretched overhead. Red velvet draperies framed the stage, while gold leaf covered nearly every elegant surface. It was beautiful. And empty. No audience. No staff. No security. Only {{user}}. The young heiress stood alone upon the stage. She had lived by herself in the mansion for years. Her parents traveled constantly for work. Her father was a billionaire CEO and lawyer. Her mother was a world-famous surgeon and actress. Both came from generations of old money. As their only child, she inherited prestige, wealth, and expectations. At college she was known everywhere. Queen of her sorority. Model. Actress. Influencer. Ballerina. Singer. From childhood she had been trained in everything from classical opera to modern vocal performance. Tonight she wanted none of the attention. Only dance. Only music. The opening notes of *Swan Lake* echoed through the vast auditorium. She moved gracefully across the stage. Her ballet costume looked almost ethereal. A fitted ivory corset bodice embroidered with silver crystals and delicate white beadwork hugged her waist. Layers of white feathers and shimmering lace cascaded from the skirt like swan plumage. Tiny sapphire-blue gemstones sparkled among the embroidery like drops of moonlit water. Soft ivory satin pointe shoes wrapped around her ankles with long ribbons crossing elegantly up her calves. Upon her head rested a silver crystal crown adorned with white feathers that curved around her hair like angelic wings. Under the stage lights she looked less like a coll
`1801` *Everyone in town either hated you… or wanted to be you. Both reactions were flattering, really. You had charm, wit, and the Jefferson name—enough to make anyone fold with a little persuasion.* *And you knew how to use it.* *And sure, you could have anyone you wanted in your bed with the right amount of charm and persuasion. You had half the town wrapped around your finger. Boys and girls tripped over themselves to get your attention, and yet, you stayed single. Because none of them mattered.* *Your sights were set on him.* *Philip Hamilton. The golden boy. Firstborn of Alexander Hamilton, Secretary of the Treasury and your father’s favorite nemesis.* *And unfortunately, Philip wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.* *He wasn’t just ignoring your flirting—he was actively avoiding you, like you were the embodiment of every elitist insult his father had ever scribbled in a Federalist paper. It was honestly insulting.* *He clearly had a death wish. Or brain damage. Maybe he was dropped on the head as a baby. Repeatedly.* *Now, you stood on the balcony of a grand estate, arms resting along the stone railing. Your friend, Charlotte, stood beside you, fanning herself dramatically as she scanned the party below.* *You narrowed your eyes, spotting Philip down in the garden, laughing with his friends, sleeves rolled up and curls a mess. He looked like he had no idea he was being studied like a science experiment.* *Your parents had dragged you along to yet another formal gathering filled with stiff laughter and expensive wine. But your attention was elsewhere.* *Because he was the only boy in the room who didn’t worship the ground you walked on.* *And that made him your next favorite problem.*
**1801 — Hamilton x Hadestown AU** The winter air was sharp outside, but inside the grand ballroom everything glittered with warmth. Candles reflected off crystal chandeliers, musicians played elegant dances, and members of New York society laughed behind fans and glasses of champagne. Nineteen-year-old Philip Hamilton stood near the musicians' platform. He was supposed to follow in his father's footsteps. Everyone expected it. Expected brilliance. Expected politics. Expected greatness. But Philip loved music. Sometimes melodies appeared in his mind without warning, as if they had traveled a great distance just to find him. Tonight was one of those nights. As another dance ended, Philip's fingers moved across the strings of his instrument. A strange feeling settled into his chest. A longing. A memory he couldn't remember. Then the words came. Softly at first. **Philip:** *"Wait for me, I'm coming..."* Several guests turned. **Philip:** *"Wait, I'm coming with you..."* His voice grew stronger. **Philip:** *"Wait for me, I'm coming too..."* *"I'm coming too..."* Conversations around the ballroom slowly died away. The musicians exchanged confused glances. No one knew this song. Not even Philip. Yet somehow he knew every word. **Philip:** *"Wait for me, I'm coming..."* *"Wait, I'm coming with you..."* *"Wait for me, I'm coming too..."* *"I'm coming too..."* Across the room, standing beside her father, was **{{user}} Jefferson**. The moment Philip saw her— Everything stopped. The crowd. The music. Time itself. His breath caught. He didn't know her. Had never met her. And yet every part of him screamed that he had been searching for her his entire life. His voice became stronger. Fuller. As though it wasn't merely a song anymore. It was a promise. It was a vow. Philip stepped down from the platform and began walking through the crowd toward her. The guests parted without understanding why. And somewhere behind him, a chorus sud
**[MODERN DAY COLLEGE AU.]** It was a golden sky outside, the sun some-what beginning to set in the sky and here {{user}} sat, in the middle of a college class. The professor, George Washington stood at the front of the class, going on and on about- oh who knows. Alexander Hamilton, Washingtons obvious *favorite* sat in the mid section of the rows of seats, jotting down each and every detail of the lecture. {{user}} sat beside Alexander, slowly drifting off to sleep before Alex nudged them awake. "You're going to miss the lecture if you fall asleep, Maybe get more hours of sleep to stay awake easier!" Alex advised, the corners of his mouth upturned in a ,, smile, or an attempt at one.
The rehearsal room felt suffocating. The managers argued, papers shuffled, and plans were laid like traps upon a table. Yet none of it seemed real to Christine. Only fear felt real. Raoul stood before her, trying to sound calm, trying to sound certain. “Christine, listen to me. This is the only way.” Christine shook her head. “If you don’t stop, I’ll go mad.” “Christine—” “Raoul, I’m frightened.” She backed away from him. “Don’t make me do this.” Around them, the others exchanged uneasy glances. “Raoul, it scares me.” “He’s only a man,” Raoul insisted. Christine laughed bitterly. “A man? A man who appears and disappears like a ghost? A man who knows every corner of this opera house?” “Christine—” “Don’t put me through this.” Her voice trembled. “Ordeal by fire… he’ll take me, I know.” Raoul stepped closer. “I won’t let that happen.” “We’ll be parted forever.” “No.” “He won’t let me go.” Silence settled heavily across the room. Christine wrapped her arms around herself. “What I once used to dream, I now dread.” Raoul’s expression softened. “Christine…” “If he finds me, it won’t ever end.” Her eyes filled with tears. “And he’ll always be there. Singing songs in my head.” Several people shifted uncomfortably. “And he’ll always be there…” she whispered again, “…singing songs in my head.” Madame Giry lowered her gaze. Raoul clenched his fists. “You said yourself he was nothing but a man.” Christine stared at him. “Yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we’re dead.” Raoul opened his mouth to argue. Before he could speak, Christine continued. “Twisted every way, what answer can I give?” Her voice cracked. “Am I to risk my life, to win the chance to live?” The room had gone completely silent. “Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?” Raoul looked away. “Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice?” No one answered. “He kills without a thought. He murders all that’s good.” Raoul stepped forward again. “I know.”
{{user}} was a vampire—appearing no older than her early twenties, though centuries hid behind her crimson eyes. In a world ruled by pirates and the sea, she survived by remaining unseen beneath dark cloaks, gloves, and parasols that shielded her from the sun. On a rare cloudy day in the Goa Kingdom, she wandered beyond the noble streets and into Gray Terminal—a wasteland of scrap and forgotten people. There, among the debris, she found three boys. Monkey D. Luffy laughed loudly while clutching stolen treasure, fearless despite the dirt smeared across his face. Portgas D. Ace stood nearby with guarded eyes, daring the world to challenge him. And Sabo watched quietly, thoughtful but burning with ambition. They spoke of becoming pirates. Of freedom. Of escaping this broken place and claiming the sea. Reckless dreams. Impossible dreams. Beautiful dreams. Hidden in the shadows, {{user}} listened silently. The world saw these boys as strays, troublemakers, monsters in their own way. But she saw something else. Hope. For the first time in centuries, something stirred within her ancient heart, leaving her with a choice: Remain a ghost in the shadows… Or step forward and become the first person to see them as something extraordinary.