Hello, Hamilton fandom! I'm making my not-so-graceful descent upon you and delivering... Whatever the fudge this is. This is my first Hamilton fanfic, and this first chapter is honestly a mess, but I wanted to get something out. Hopefully future chapters are longer and better. (ayy lmao this is future Shaymie, I'm edting the beginning of this chapter since it was literal trash) ~Shaymie

"You're beautiful, you know," James whispered huskily into my ear as he plowed into me. I bit back a moan. I couldn't let him know I liked how it felt. I didn't want him to think I was some kind of slut that liked sleeping with random guys she met at parties. Beautiful? Me? I was the furthest thing from it. I felt disgusting. I should have done more to stop this from happening. I should have pushed him away. I should have screamed. But I didn't. I just let it happen. I was pathetic.

I screamed as I shot awake in bed, looking around anxiously. I was in my room, not… that one. I ran a hand through her frazzled hair and flinched as my foster brother Lafayette (or as I called him, Gil, since his whole name was a mouthful and a half) burst into the room, a towel tied haphazardly around his waist and his hair dripping wet, rambling nervously in French.

"Gil. English, please," I said softly, trying to forget the dream. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and glanced at the calendar on the wall, gasping as I saw the date. Today was the day that we got another brother.

"Sorry, mon ami. Are you alright?" I nodded as I got out of bed and waved my brother off. The last thing I needed was Gil freaking out over me this early in the morning. I felt his eyes boring into me as I looked for something to change into after I took a shower. I sighed as I turned to look at him, knowing that he probably wouldn't leave until I said something.

" I'm fine. I just had a bad dream." I frowned as my voice cracked slightly. I rarely spoke, and those who knew me knew how hard it was for me to speak. It was a miracle if I managed to say more than three sentences a day.

"C-Can you leave me alone for a bit? I need to take a shower and get ready for…" My voice faded out at the end of the sentence, but we both knew what I was going to say. I needed time to prepare for our new brother. I wasn't like Gil, who had no trouble meeting new people. It had taken weeks for me to be able to talk to his group of friends.

An hour and a half later, I was sitting on the floor in the living floor reading and listening to my latest choir assignment, while Gil sat behind me, braiding my hair into pigtails. I glanced up as the front door opened. George walked in, followed by who I assumed to be our new brother. If I was being honest, he looked kind of… a mess. He had his long brown hair tied back sloppily into a bun, and there were dark circles underneath his eyes, which were darting around nervously. He looked way too small for the tattered hoodie he was wearing, since it practically hung off of his body.

"Gil, please don't scare the poor guy," I murmured as my brother finished the second braid in my hair and bounded over to them, grinning wildly. I closed my book and set it on the table as I stood up, straightening my dress. I paused my music and shoved my phone into my pocket (thankfully I had found a store that actually sold dresses with pockets) as I walked over to them.

I quickly learned three things about my new brother: one, that his name was Alexander (though I should have already known that), two, that he spoke French (Gil had accidentally slipped into his native language and was pleasantly surprised when Alexander responded back in French), and three, that he was… actually kind of cute.

I nudged Gil and pointed upstairs, telling him that I was going back to my room. He nodded, and I left the two of them to talk. When I was halfway up the stairs, I could faintly hear Gil mention that I "didn't talk much". If only Alexander knew the half of it.