So I got a bit of this plot from a book on here called Hamilton Religions and me being pure trash decided to use it as plot material. So here is the actual story description:
Y/N is a 21st century beauty queen.
The Founding Fathers didn't finish the...
"Y/N, Why is there a picture of King George III and you on your bedroom wall?" Asked a very angry and disapointed Hamilton.
Y/N burst out into laughter, "That's not King George, thats Jonathan."
"Wait is that Samuel Seabury? Are you british?!"
Y/N put her arm on Alexander's shoulder, "No, they are actors, just like me."
Alexander still looked a bit suspicious, lately he had been getting more and more comfortable in the 21st century. Currently he was wearing some black skinny jeans and a Yeezy sweater, in Y/N's opinion he looked like a potato sack. He also had been catching on to slang that Lin and the rest of the cast had been saying when they came around. It actually had been getting annoying with him always saying 'Lit', 'Fam', and 'dab'. He was a child in Y/N's eyes.
"Y/N, Lafayette is using the hot machine thing!" John screeched from the kitchen. The hot machine thing is what they called an oven, Y/N practically ran to the kitchen.
"Lafayette! What are you doing?" Y/N panted, he looked up at her and smiled.
"I'm baking. I'm baking large baguettes." He said charismatically.
Y/N couldn't contain her laughter, in the Hamilton fandom that was his nickname, Y/N couldn't help but take a picture and post it on her twitter.
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@y/n_official Large baguette! Finish the song!
Comments flooded in about how much Lafayette looked like Daveed, and many actually asking if that was Daveed. It was hilarious, but thank god nobody actually suspected that it was the real Lafayette.
"Y/N did you paint that?" The boys asked peering over her shoulder at her phone.
"No, it's a photo of Lafayette, I'm no artist." Y/N replied.
"What is a, how you say, photo?" Lafayette asked, the question was hard to determine because of his accent.
"It's like a painting, but it's exact and made by a machine."
"Ooh! Can I take a pho-too?"
"Me too!"
"I wanna do it!"
The men shouted, they were all extremely excited. Y/N giggled at their excitement, not fully trusting them to operate the camera she had an amazing idea.
"I think I have a better camera in my room, just wait a second while I go grab it!" Y/N giggled.
She returned with one of those fake plastic character toy cameras. This one was Frozen, she had bought it for her sister who came to stay with her every now and then. The boys didn't seem to care that it was pink and sparkly and had crumbs on it.
"I call going first!" Shouted Hercules, he was absolutely fascinated eith the glittery object and wanted to touch it first.
Y/N taught that man how to use the tiny object and a blinding flash went off, a picture of one of the male characters from Frozen standing on an ice pedestal made all the men angry.
"Why does that guy look like Samuel Seabury!?"
"Tear that thing apart!" Alexander shouted, pointing at the camera.
With that the camera was thrown on the ground and Hercules stomped on it like it was a cockroach. Y/N knew she shouldn't laugh, but ahe couldn't help it. It started with her giggling a bit, then her chuckling then she full out burst into hyena like cackling. The men started to laugh as well, that was until a distraught Jonathan burst in through the front door, followed by two new men. The first man had powdered hair and a long red cape, he looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet he still looked amazing. The second man had no hair and stumbled along behind the first man and Jonathan, he didn't do anything as notable.
"Here ye, here ye, I would like to announce Ki-- Shut up peasant!"
Jonathan looked as if he was about to tear his amazing hair out.
"Y/N help me please, I can't handle these two, they're driving me mad!" Jonathan exclaimed falling on to Y/N's couch in distress.
"Sweet Jesus, is that?"
"King George the III and Samuel Seabury." Jonathan nodded.
King George pranced around the room, until he caught glimpse of the revolutionaries standing in Y/N's kitchen. An amused smirk crossed his lips, Samuel Seabury looked terrified.
"Samuel, what are you waiting for?" George asked impatiently.
"Sorry, Your Highness."
"Heed not the rebels, who scream revolution they have not your intrest at heart!"
Before a brawl broke out, Y/N slapped her hand over Samuel's mouth and seperated Alexander form King George.
"No fighting, thats my number 1 rule, number 2 is don't break anything. George, Samuel, you two sit on that couch, and my guys sit on that one."
"I won't let a woman boss me around." Sneered George.
It didn't take much to silence him, all Y/N had to do was administer a swift slap and he shut his mouth, he was a bit of a crybaby.
"Brits, you'll be staying here for the time being since you've practically destoryed Jonathan's apartment. I will make sure you never see the light of day again. And my guys, please please please don't stir any trouble up. The same goes for the brits. George and Seabury can stay in the living room, and my guys can stay in the two guest rooms."
George looked angry, but he listened and so did the others. The revolutionaries all looked angry.
"Y/N are you serious about letting them stay here, those guys are unpredictable. They're savages. They're salty af!" Alexander screeched, the others nodded.
"Mon ami, those men are how you say, the stale twinkies of our time, and now your time!" Lafayette groaned, Y/N almost died when she heard his analogy.
"We can sort everything out guys. I have this all under control. And they won't do anything to harm you okay?"
