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Olivia and Alexander Reunion

Olivia POV/1st Person

I walked to the edge of the camp looking for a somewhat high-ranking soldier to take me to the commander of the Continental Army.

“Halt! Who goes there?” a blue coat announced loud and clear. Bingo. I was wearing a simple light blue dress with a cloak, the hood covering my face.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he questioned in a commanding voice. “Hello, my name is Olivia Hamilton and I need to see General George Washington,” I answered him.

“Why do you need to see his Excellency?” he asked, now cautious and suspicious. “Please, sir, it is urgent. I can only say it to his presence and no one more.” I pleaded.

“Miss Hamilton, I have been expecting you,” a man said with the same uniform, but with a blue sash and grey potato hair. Seriously what is up with that? He is the only one with potato hair. I looked around and the entire army with their guns out, but thankfully not pointed towards me.

Their expressions however are mixed with shock, confusion, and apprehension. I looked to the right of Potato Hair Man and saw someone that looks almost exactly like me. Vibrant red hair, violet-blue eyes, a little bump on the nose, cream skin with peach blush covering the freckles on each cheek, nose, and ear, and looks about 5’7 frame.

The only difference between us is that I was a few centimeters taller than him, while he had coily curls, I had more soft curls, my hair was longer than his and braided into a plait hanging on my right shoulder, while he was tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon and a single curl that rested on the side of his face.

I took off the hood to show my face, violet-blue met violet-blue.

“Via?” he said in a small voice.

“Xander?” I said in the same tone.

We ran towards each other, not believing that our half was right in front of us. I trapped him in a hug that a mother does to her child. After our own died due to Yellow Fever, I had to take care of him all by myself. He still smelled of mint, ink, and parchment, now accompanied by coffee.

I flicked his forehead, “Ow! Via what was that for?!” he yelled at me, clearly in pain. “Where have you been! I received a letter back in ‘72 that the ship you were in sank and you died! I am your older sister and I demand you to tell me what happened.” I ignored his retort saying I was only older by 30 seconds.

He huffed and stomped his foot on the ground like the child he is, “Fine, I will tell you later.” I examined his face again, not liking the fact that his face was a few shades lighter than mine and the dark circles under his eyes.

“And pray tell, brother dearest,” I said in a cold, chilling voice. He knew that whenever I use this tone, he was done for, “Why is your face paler than usual and why does it look like you haven’t slept in days?”

He fidgeted under my stare and after a while, I got impatient, “Alexander George Hamilton!” said 22-year old stood up straighter at the commanding voice. “All right! I haven’t slept in weeks and not eat a lot in order to do the paperwork for His Excellency!”

I was furious, but also confused. “Hold on, the man who has the potato-like hair is George Washington?” Snorts and muffled laughter were heard from the soldiers, clearly not wanting to anger him. Speaking of him, I ran to him at a fast speed and flipped him over my shoulder. Lucky for him, we were on grass not pavement, and I dragged him by the leg to a nearby tent. I glared at any soldier who was in my way.

In the distance, I heard someone speak. “Should we…” trailed a man with blonde hair and a ridiculous helmet. “No, you should not, because once you make my sister angry, you are done for. But do not worry, she would just yell at him. I hope.” he added the last sentence in a hushed tone, but everyone heard.

Once we were inside, I did exactly what my brother said, yell at him. Once I was satisfied, we got out of the tent, and into the General’s office.

“I believe that you wanted to speak to me, Miss Hamilton?” he asked in a calm, but wary tone. “Yes, I want to be a spy and only you and your most trusted advisors can only know about this. I have already thought of a cover name; Denise Melody. Her background information is that her father and brothers are sick and in order to make money, she needs to become a maid. I will somehow turn my red locks black and speak with a Dutch accent. I will board a ship to England and be hired by the King. There I will write you letters about what I have learned.” He looked intrigued about my plan and asked for more details about it. In the end, he agreed.

But now, I need to force my younger, very stubborn brother to take more care of himself.

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I will go down with this ship

Victor’s Remarkable Evolution

I was watching (okay okay rewatching for the billionth time) Yuri on Ice, and something struck me. Specifically something about Victor. Namely, the slow and soft march of Victor’s evolution in the series, from the self-absorbed icon to a vulnerable and loving partner and coach.

At a press conference, when asked about whether Victor went off to become Yuuri’s coach, Yakov shouts: That man only thinks of himself!

And honestly? I agree. I think that the show’s creators wanted us to view Victor through that lens. He was bored. He was stagnant. He decided he wanted to try out coaching because that sounded kinda fun and cool. Yuuri Katsuki idolized him, and skated his routine beautifully. Victor could combine seducing the gorgeous Japanese skater who idolized him with taking the mental break from skating he needed to return refreshed.

Image quote: So, a magic spell to change the little piggy into a prince…

This… is not the attitude of someone who is taking the coaching seriously. He presumes he can waltz into Japan, take this cute little Japanese skater under his wing and transform him into… a prince, all the while getting laid.

It’s why Victor squealed at the challenge that Yuri Plisetsky put forward: choreograph both programs and watch two skaters battle over… him. He got to choreograph the two skaters: one who represented his youth and one who represented his lust. 

Victor wanted to watch Yuuri seduce him on the ice (in one of his old costumes), and decided the way to score more points was to put all jumps in the second half. Even Nishigori called that choice spartan.

Yuuri suspected, talked to Minako about it, and decided even if this was some sort of Victor vacation, he was going to take full advantage, and Victor is lucky that Yuuri was the type who devoted everything to this experiment, to Victor as his coach, even knowing that Victor’s heart was maybe not entirely in it.

Indeed, throughout the beginning, Victor was enjoying playing coach without really being one. He teased Yuuri enough that Yuuri started to avoid him. Finally, Victor actually made an effort to connect. And… Yuuri let him in.

This is also one of the first times in the animation that Victor’s face is that soft. He’s having a real moment, not a manufactured one here. Talking to Yuuri does that for him, and for the first time, alone and out of the spotlight, you have to wonder if that felt kinda good. It makes it pretty clear that Victor was entirely serious about being Yuuri’s boyfriend, though that moment was probably also to put Yuuri off kilter, because that’s what Yuuri had done to Victor.

Unfortunately, by the regional qualifier, Victor is a little back to some of his bullshit, picking a flashy suit to advertise his debut as a coach. He made that moment about himself, not about Yuuri. Yes, thankfully he had moments where he actually gave good advice (that Yuuri needed to… pay attention to his fans), but mostly it was still Victor thinking mostly about Victor.

That though… started to change. When Yuuri did his free skate, he openly rebelled. He changed triples into quads without asking, and… Victor found himself watching Yuuri with interest. He started to see Yuuri, noting that he skated in time with the music, and that there was something about his impatience on the ice that meant Victor couldn’t look away. He even internalized that Yuuri’s rebellion to his instructions was a whole lot like him. This was the moment that Victor finally started to take coaching seriously.

He stopped thinking of it as a performance, and starting thinking about himself and Yuuri as a team. He’d wear suits (he’s Victor Nikiforov after all), but it was no longer only the Victor show in his head.

Then Yuuri declared his love for Victor on a televised event. Victor’s facial expression says it all.

Yeah, he heard it. Ugly tie and all. Victor succeeded in scoring the adorable Japanese skater. Thankfully though, he’s in a much different headspace now than he was when he showed up naked in the onsen.

It does mean that the next time we see Victor, he is much more affectionate. On the way to Beijing, Victor is draped over Yuuri on the plane. He’s holding him while they watch the other skaters or run to hold each other at the kiss & cry.

China is also where Victor’s biggest breakthrough happens. Yes! He finally takes being a coach seriously. Yes! He roots for his pupil to win and believes in him. Yes! He tries to do his best for Yuuri, forcing him to nap (with snuggles of course, Victor’s self-control only goes so far…) before his free skate.

Then… Yuuri being on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Victor… doesn’t know what to do. He gets Yuuri away from other skaters to warm up, he forbids him from doing jumps in warmups (Yuuri rebels). And then…

Boy screws up big time. Trying to shatter Yuuri’s heart to motivate him. Victor admits he has no idea what to do when someone is crying in front of him, asks if Yuuri wants him to kiss him. (Um, no Victor. Not right now). Yuuri tells him what he needs.

It was probably one of the first times in Victor’s life that he really messed up, and really hurt someone he cared about. He feels stupid for not asking Yakov what to do, and looks pretty broken when they return for Yuuri’s free skate.

Luckily… Yuuri seems to be driven extra hard by Victor screwing up, deciding he’s going to add a quad flip to the end of his program. Something not even Victor has done. And well, we all know what happened next.

Before this moment, we see a lot of “fake Victor.” Even around Yuuri, he threw on that fake charm. But, after Beijing? Around Yuuri, the mask came off.

Victor and Yuuri were a team. Victor was Yuuri’s coach, and he loved it. And the change in the animation is stark. The fake looks were only when Victor was forced to mug for media. When he was looking at Yuuri? His face was as soft as when he said “you’re not weak.”

JJ Leroy ignores Yuuri and walks straight up to Victor? We see open hostility. Yuuri skates another wonderful one? Victor gets down to kiss his skate. Yurio shows off true agape? He’s genuinely excited.

And then Yuuri sends him back to Japan to be with Maccachin (who got into the buns.) Victor doesn’t even hesitate to run up to Yakov and ask him to coach. No ego, nothing. (I don’t think we need to ask why Yakov said yes. Because he recognized Victor as a coach now too… and Yuuri deserved it.) Just… doing the best he could to make sure Yuuri got through his free skate.

Yuuri did. And… this was their reunion.

You cannot tell me that the Victor we met at the very beginning would have done this. This is a Victor who lives for someone other than himself, who has found someone he loves more than skating. The person who opened him up and accepts him as he is… and runs just as fast and just as desperately to get back to him too.

Yuuri is the reason Victor changed, evolved, grew better. Yuuri is why Victor took coaching seriously enough to fall in love with it. Yuuri is the person Victor is entirely himself with.

It means we get to see his soft side. We get to see what a man on top of the world is like when he falls uncontrollably in love. Who’s opened his heart enough that it might break.

Yeahhh Yuuri is an idiot… (I wrote about that already), but if Victor were not this Victor, open and vulnerable, Yuuri would not have skated the program he was capable of (rising to the occasion and scoring higher than Victor’s WR), and would not have committed to staying in skating.

Victor is not going to give up coaching. He loves it, just like he loves Yuuri. He is less afraid of trying to climb to the top again, not when he’s found things that make him truly happy.

Victor changed, evolved, and in the process, he found the happiness and meaning he was always seeking. And in the process of that journey, he found a husband and his next calling.

I actually don’t think Victor ever wins gold again. But I also don’t think he cares. Yuuri getting a gold medal would mean more to him than 10 more for himself. It’s that sort of growth that makes this series so beloved. Because the growth was organic and natural, even as it was extremely profound.

The Time When Olivia Got Drunk

George ‘We are outgunned!’ Washington 3rd POV

    Olivia burst into the room where all the generals of the Continental Army were having dinner. She leaned over the door frame, looking like she was about to burst out laughing. George knew straight away that something was wrong, and so did the other people in the room.

  “Did you know that Xander, Jack-Jack, and Benji are doing extracurricular activities?” She giggled while saying the last three words that suggest that the three men mentioned weren’t doing anything innocent, “I always thought that my brother would be a top, turns out he was a bottom, and a submissive one too,” Olivia leaned forward and in a loud whisper she said, “If you know what I mean.”

‘She’s drunk’ George thought, ‘The last person I would ever think to be drunk is Olivia. Oh sweet Lord help me.’ George had dealt with a drunk Alexander Hamilton before and sweet Jesus it was not a fun task.

  ‘Both Olivia and Alexander’s Nevis accent became more prominent when they were frustrated, drunk, annoyed, or speaking in another language,’ he noted.

  Olivia half walked half ran towards him and almost fell to the ground face-first if George hadn’t caught her in time.

  “Olivia, how did you get drunk at this hour and how did you even get it?” he questioned her as he sat her down in his chair. Her face looked like she was concentrating, but all he got was a shrug. 

  “Did you know that Xander almost got decapitated?” That question took everyone off guard. 

  “Miss Hamilton-” 

  “Olivia.”

  “Alright, Olivia” Benedict Arnold emphasized her given name, “did you say that your brother, Alexander Hamilton, almost got decapitated?”

  She nodded yes, “I call it the melo-melay-something along those lines-”

  “You mean a melon?”

  “I said that, you big blue bear.” Olivia rudely replied to Arnold, “Anyways, I call it ‘The Meloy Incident’.” He heard his friend sighed exasperatedly when she pronounced ‘melon’ wrong, while the other generals laughed at his newfound nickname. 

  “Xander somehow had gotten stuck at the hole thingy of the guillotine and the blade started to fall, I have somehow gotten him unstuck from underground and replaced his head with a melony. Any questions?” She asked everyone, looking innocent as nothing ever happened.

  George needed to get Olivia to bed before she started rambling on about other things, specifically about the fact the twins were actually his biological children.

  “Let’s go, daughter, I’ll take you to your bed to rest,” he announced.

  “Don’t...” she yawned. That one sentence pierced his heart greater than any musket, if Olivia were to repeat that again, his heart won’t be able to take it.

  “I don’t have a real father,” she finished. George had nearly dropped the tea he was making for her. Real father, he wasn’t a real father to her. Sure he hadn’t been the best when it comes to parental affections, but he wasn’t the worst. 

  “He left Jamie, Xander, Mama, and me when back in ‘65. I like to think he’s dead, but…” Olivia had trailed off. After a few beats of agonizing silence, she gave him a crumpled piece of paper and told him to read it. 

  “Olivia,

  It has been years since I left you behind with your brothers and mother, but I need your help. I have been receiving less and less and I need you to send money. I know you have them because you have been working in the Continental Army for a few months. Heed my warning, if you do not give me what I want, I will come there myself and give you your lessons when I was still with your good-for-nothing mother and brothers.

Your Father In Blood,

  James Hamilton Sr.”

  Silence had stretched for seconds, minutes, George didn’t know, but he knew once he gets this James Hamilton, he’ll have him flogged immediately. He could tell by the other generals that they were thinking the same thing, especially those with who Olivia was friends. 

  But he had to know.

  George needed to know if his twins got hurt by this thing.

  He couldn’t even call the man-no coward a human.

  No, anyone who hurts a child is not a human being.

  But the devil’s followers.

  “Olivia, please tell me that he didn’t hit you,” he asked her in a calm voice, but everyone else in the room could tell it was to not startle the girl.

  When the older of the Hamilton twins looked down and didn’t say anything, every man was in an uproar, including Lee, who was not as heartless. George gave Olivia the cup of tea to prevent him from throwing it to a nearby wall.

  “He didn’t want to raise a good-for-nothing bastard daughter. He tried to hurt Xander, who was the youngest of the three of us, but Jamie and I tried to protect him as hard as we could. When we were beaten to unconsciousness, he would move on to Xander.” she said, voice void of emotions.

  George had retrieved the empty teacup, “When was the last time you ate because when I lifted you up to sit on my chair, you were surprisingly light.”

  Though Olivia’s eyes were unfocused and unseeing, she looked around her, as if she was afraid that someone else would hear what she was about to say, “Probaby...fivedaysago.” she said it so fast George had almost missed it.

  “I didn’t eat for five days because...the army needed it better than a measly woman, besides I’ve been doing it since I was a teen.” Olivia tried (and failed) to reassure them.

  “No one cares about me, not even Xander. I’ve been stealing his limelight since I got here.” She tilted her head up, and he saw her eyes glistening with tears.

  “I care, Olivia, I care about you a lot.” George contradicted her statement.

  She looked fearful at him, like prey to a predator, “Don’t tell anyone, but I plan to leave because I don’t want anyone to be burdened with me.” 

  As she yawned, the men in the room exchanged looks of helplessness, pity, and concern. Just how did Hamilton Sr. affect Olivia to feel that way. Didn’t she see that they loved her in a familial way? Didn’t she know the rest of the army sees her as a sister to the elders and mother to the young? Didn’t she see that her leaving would be an emotional blow to them?

  “I’m a nobody, always has been, always will be. I don’t want anyone to be mad at me because they’ll hurt me somehow. Sometimes, I’m scared of His Exlency because the anger he displays looks like James’.” That sentence broke his heart to a million pieces. 

  His girl, his only girl, was afraid of him.

  Him.

  HIM!

  He is her father, and she’s scared of him.

  His anger.

  That’s what she was afraid of.

  Oh when he finds that poor excuse of an adopted father, he’ll have him personally killed by George.

  She leaned forward to the table and used her arms as pillows and promptly fell asleep. 

  He quickly tucked Olivia in her bed, which was, thankfully, in the same building they were in, and slipped back into the dining room. 

  The generals were contemplating about Olivia and what she said. In the end, they agreed to never speak of that again and acted as if nothing had happened.

For all Capricorn’s!!!!!

(This is my zodiac sign, btw)

who wants to see a great political cartoon from ww1 I found while looking for references of Vimy Ridge?