[Y/N], Daughter of King George III, who got sent to America for unspecified reasons. Sent with many guards, many people hate her. But can someone like her to the point of loving her? Well one man can, one very important man. This one is more serious than my other books, but I still fuck around with it. **i wrote this in like 2015-2018 when i was in middle school so don't take it too seriously -I don't own Hamilton or you, but I hope you enjoy!- Obviously this will not be historically accurate. Whoops

[Y/N], twin sister of the bastard, orphan himself, finds herself in love with his best friend Lmao let's just say this was serious at one point. Now I just fuck around with it. **i wrote this in like 2015-2018 when i was in middle school so don't take it too seriously -I do not own Hamilton, or you- Obviously, I will not make this historically accurate, for the sake of your feels and mine

The fighting won't stop. The bleeding won't clot. The voice in my head yelling at me to give up won't be quiet. I want to give in, but I still want to live. I reach out for anyone, yet my fingers only brush against their body and slip out of my grasp before I can capture them. Then again, this is war-a revolution that was caused by a revelation. A raging and disintegrating fire sparked from a single match. The fighting will never end. The wounds will never heal. The voice will always berate me, but my determination will never be concealed. "A woman's place is the kitchen," is what they say, but watch as I stand in an encampment today. Watch as I prove myself by fighting up to the top-unbeatable and chasing after the honor I once sought. Bravey is the place for war. Love is not. ✎cover art by: focsle on tumblr ( focsle.tumblr.com ) begun april eighteenth, twenty seventeen

You met him online. It was nothing, but it was something. He was kind, sweet, amazing. He lived in NYC, that was good. He was your age, that was better. He liked you, that was amazing.

In the beginning, everything seemed perfect. (Y/n) Eacker went through her days with jubilance and no regrets, and nothing could destroy her happiness... That is, until she meets Philip Hamilton, the, (quite) young and (quite) handsome nineteen year old bachelor from across town. In the middle, everything seemed fine. Yes, she had her struggles, and yes, her happiness was tried, but she had always been complimented for her resilience. She made new friends, traveled to worlds she never could fathom the existence of, and learned important life lessons. But in the end, everything seemed to be far from perfect. begun: march sixth, twenty seventeen (march 6, 2017) cover picture by my photo capture device and rad photo capturing skillz :)

Mostly X readers! No lemons or smut. I might try to do ships.

*Inspired by "Empty Libraries" from tumblr user manuelmirandamn* And as both the writer and the reader of this story, I invite you to write yourself along side with me, into a narrative of what might have happened if, instead of a Latino-hip-hop fusion experience, Lin-Manuel Miranda found his passion for playwriting through You.

I am kind of liking the idea of having short stories in stead of one long one so here we go!

When Y/N suddenly lands in the 1770s, after being pulled into the ocean, she meets Hercules. He and his friends help her get around. By mistake, she joins the revolution. However, when everything starts going downhill, her lust for satisfaction gets out of control... The cover was made by my awesome friend: @Em_The_Artist Highest rank: Hamilton #1