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(Hey I just wanted to share my Hamilton ship chart ^ What are your otps?)
(Warnings: paranoia, panic attack, Lafayette is dying inside from stress, proposals, F/n wtf)
(Y/n POV)
I leaned over to Hamilton and Jefferson. "Hey, thanks guys..."

"No problem, Y/n... I know what it's like to...have a mental illness..." Hamilton gave me a sad smile, looking at the classic John Trumbull painting of him beside Jefferson's on the wall across from him.

Jefferson shrugged. "I'm glad I finally got that off of my chest."

Trump looked disgruntled, staring at the two of them with a combination of anger and confusion. He had just been dissed by the third president, no wonder he looked like this. Thomas winked and smirked at him, causing him to huff out a breath of frustration. Never had I seen him like this in any interview or rally. It was pitifully hilarious, but I didn't let out any laughter.

Bf/n touched my shoulder and drew me back to sit with him. I smiled at him and he said he needed to show me something.

"What?" I whispered, "Can't you just show me here?"

"No, no... it's personal."
(Lafayette POV)
As the two dismissed myself, I looked to Bf/n's pocket, he was gripping something. I sweat in fear. If he was the murderer, he was going to do something to Y/n...

I let a few seconds pass before I dismissed myself, Burr standing up. He joined me.

"You've been seeing it too?" He asked me.

I raised an eyebrow in question.

"Bf/n's demeanor... You know what I'm talking about."

"Oui... yes, I feel that Y/n is in danger... And that Bf/n is the murderer." I said, narrowing my eyes at the darkened hallways.

Burr opened a door slowly. "Where do you think they are?"

I shook my head. "Not a good question to ask me."

"Shh...I hear something."

We look ahead in a large pathway to find the exact opposite of what we thought.
(Y/n POV)
"What is that you wanted to...talk about?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Well... close your eyes and turn around." Bf/n kissed my forehead and smiled, staring at me with half-lidded eyes.

I nodded slowly. What did he have planned? He jokingly messed up my hair, making me laugh. I heard him shift a little bit. Anticipation rushed through me.

"Okay you turn around." He said, happiness in his voice.

I begrudgingly turned around.

What is...

He was down on one knee, ring in hand. He grinned widely. "Miss Y/n? Will you marry me, and become Mrs. Bf/l/n?"

Tears stung my eyes and I blushed. I pressed a hand to my face and my heart pounded in my chest. I grabbed his hands and pulled him up, my lips curling into a smile. "Yes!" I hugged him tightly and kissed him. He slipped the ring on my finger and wiped away the tears on my cheeks.

After this moment of immense joy- god, I was so happy, I was messing up my makeup- I felt like the environment became eerie.

"Do you feel like we're being wa-?" I saw two shadows book it into the building.
(Burr POV) (bet ya didn't see that one coming)
They're getting married? Not at all what I expected him to do. The instant Y/n looked in our general direction, we made eye contact and dashed into the building, running a few hallways towards the dinning room. Lafayette bumped into someone.

"F/n?! What are you doing?" Lafayette uttered out.

"Uh..." they had a gun out. "Nothing...." they put it back into their pocket. "Tell me, did you two see where Y/n and Bf/n went?"

"Not only did we see them... we saw Bf/n propose to Y/n!" I said, sounding pretty monotone.

They looked kinda weirded out. "This isn't a tactic I've heard of before..."


"N-nothing... let's just go back to dinner..."

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