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Me when I was supposed to just write a simple cute romantic fic but instead I’m over here googling “what happens if you lose your eyes” and “Saint hagiography”

#…only one person may know what I’m doing #but avert your eyes I don’t want to spoil things for you haha #I just think it’s funny that this is how I got inspired lol

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Hklfdsjo

Intro: as the eloquent title suggests, this is mostly just notes and a little opening for what was going to be an explicit bottom!George fic. There's not much here though

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, dom/sub undertones, suggestive

This isn't explicit, but suggestive enough to go hidden under the cut

They kept it behind locked doors. The rush, the beating pulse, the lips locked and hands grasping for purchase. It was the only way. 

A hand passing over his hip, gripping tight, teeth catching exposed skin.

Lafayette adored him with his whole being. But there was always something he noticed. When the heat was near a fever, when the only words that could be passed were desperate pleas.

Lafayette pressed, and George let him. No matter what. In fact, it was more than allowing him to push. No, it was welcoming it, softening and pulling him in, goading him to put his hand there, his words here.

Lafayette did not question it nor fight it. He let it be.

Bonus notes:

Would you like to get on your knees?

How is the view?

Hook boot around back - pull forward

Then get to work.

I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.

#jacepens cleaning out wips #hamilton #washette

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Foreigner's God

Intro: I'm pretty sure this is just the result of me listening to Foreigner's God by Hozier on repeat. It's pretty short and just religiousy/artsy suggestive not-explicit smut

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, suggestive

Like I said, it's not explicit but its suggestive enough to go under the cut

There was Lafayette again. In his room, in his bed, under his sheets. 

He awoke to his sinful kiss and hands that warmed skin gone cold years ago. Lafayette only needed to take one look at him to see his every weak point, and then delicately unfurl them so he might have George as he was not hidden behind walls of protection.

There is Lafayette - always Lafayette - settled deep in his heart and body, and George is gasping, groaning against the beauty above him, so heavenly behind lust-clouded eyes. 

He presses his forehead to George’s, urging more with each delicate sigh. And he gives. Gives with all the conviction of a devoted worshipper. To make Lafayette feel worshipped. To worship Lafayette.

And what better way is there to worship than to give your body to your God?

#jacepens cleaning out wips #hamilton #washette

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Contestation

Intro: oh, you're lucky, I almost missed the beginning of a part 3 for the Contestation/Accord fics. Sadly though, I didn't very far into this part. So much so that there's nothing explicit in this, just suggestive set up

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette/Tallamadge, bondage, suggestive, dom/sub undertones

“It happened another time?” Ben asked Lafayette in a hushed whisper. Lafayette slowly nodded his head, unfocused gaze turning to the side to inspect a daffodil blooming next to him.

Lafayette worried his bottom lip between his teeth and Ben stared at the action. “It is—,” he began, “I do not know what there is to be done! I have never seen his excellency like this. I am worried for him.” He frowned.

Ben reached over and slid his hand atop Lafayette’s. “Surely there must be something we can do to ease the pressure?”

“That is just it!” he cried, raising his free arm in frustration. “I do not know! We—we claim to know his heart and yet we cannot help him when he needs it most!” He gasped, quiet sobs shaking through him. Ben scooted closer, wrapping his arm around Lafayette. He immediately took the invitation and buried his face against his neck, holding him tight. 

Ben shushed and soothed him, heart simply breaking to see the man cry so. They had to figure something out if they wanted to get through this. The last few months spent with George and Gilbert have been the happiest he’s ever known. He wishes to mend the break that has formed with Washington’s recent sour attitude.

And then a wicked idea passed through his mind.

“Lafayette.” He looked up at him, eyes red and puffy, “what do you know of the General and his...need for dominance?” Lafayette quirked his head and Benjamin carefully explained himself, watching as Gilbert’s eyes lit up in excitement.

They snuck into Washington’s room late at night. Long after the sun had set, long after the last person had left headquarters. It would just be the three of them tonight. 

The three of them, and the help of a few other things.

Ben slowly, and with the utmost care, pulled the covers back from atop the General, begging he would not wake up. It was true that he would always wake up before the sun like clockwork, but Benjamin quickly learned not much else would wake his General while he slept. 

Lafayette crept forward once the covers were not in his way to George’s side. He carefully worked his fingers under and slowly pulled the linen nightshirt up. Ben watched George’s face as Lafayette yanked it up, raising his arms to pull the last bit of fabric up and under his shoulders. 

They both breathed a sigh of relief when he did not stir through the whole ordeal. Ben shot a look at Lafayette, pulling the most important item from the bag he brought with him. Lafayette nodded and quickly climbed into bed with the still sleeping General, his eyes flicking to the rope Ben had begun pulling out.

“Are you sure there’s enough here?” Ben whispered, stalking closer to George. “You and he are very different sizes.” He heard Lafayette scoff.

“Just hurry up before he wakes.” 

“Are you sure that’s the only reason you want me to speed up?” he purred, leaning over the sleeping man to almost kiss Lafayette’s lips. He blushed furiously and swiped at him.

“Now is not the time,” he smiled at him. 

“Fine.” Ben rolled his eyes, grinning all the while. “Alright, I think I’m ready. Can you help me move him?”

Lafayette worked his hands under George to set him on his side, holding him in balance to ensure he wouldn’t tip one way or the other. “And hold him up?” Lafayette and Ben held him up, as tenderly as they could, to pull the one arm that he was laying on behind his back. They let him drop a bit too harshly, but somehow he did wake. 

Ben smoothed out the tension in his back, adjusted his arm and shoulder as best he could. The last thing either of them wanted to do was injure the man. 

Ben did not wait for Lafayette to admonish him again before taking the folded-in-half rope and working it around like a cuff around both of George’s wrists. He pulled rope through the bights, like he remembered doing last night, and repeated the motion of reversing the rope and pulling the remaining length through three times until there was a beautiful cuff around both of George’s wrist. 

Ben looked at his work in accomplishment, pride filling his chest. He had been practicing for days now to get everything just right, even practiced everything on Lafayette last night - his keens still circling around in his head. But now came the hard part.

He pulled the rope still dangling from the cuff up and around George’s shoulder, then reached around to pull it through underneath his armpit. He pulled it through the cuff and laced it around and under the other shoulder and through the cuff. He let out a shuddery exhale. He already found Washington far too appealing with just a bit of rope around his wrists and shoulders. He gave an experimental tug to watch those back muscles roll and stretch. 

“Ben!” Lafayette hissed.

“What?” And then he felt Washington begin to stir beneath him. First, he heard him exhale, then groan, and then he felt him begin to yank on his wrists. 

“What in God’s name…” he began before looking up to see Lafayette, sheepishly smiling at him. “Lafayette?” he started sleepily.

“And Benjamin.” Lafayette smiled. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he flirted with that sleepy air that told Ben he was probably grinning like a fool. And then Washington began struggling anew. “What are you two doing?” 

Before Lafayette could speak, Ben leaned down to purr against his ear, “we’re tying you up of course.” George began trying to sit up and Lafayette helped him up, shooting Ben a little look.

He took advantage of the new space and began wrapping the rope around the top of his bicep, circling it across his chest and around to his back. George gasped, looking down at the rope keeping him secured. 

“I don’t understand.” Ben let Lafayette do the talking so he could continue to do his work and make sure he did not slip up. 

“It is exactly as Benjamin said. We’re tying up our dear General.” Ben wrapped the rope around his chest again, making sure there was enough length and space that it would not uncomfortably hike up. He smirked when he noticed George stand up a little taller.

“Why are you two tying me up?” He could hear the smirk in his voice, perhaps even just a touch of breathlessness. 

“Because.” Lafayette kissed his lips, “we are taking control tonight.” Ben split the rope and wrapped and tied each side

(Can you tell I spent way too much time researching bondage?)

#jacepens cleaning out wips #hamilton #turn: washington's spies #washette #yes I know this is technically a threesome I just don't feel like tagging all of them lol

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Expensive Mistakes

Intro: This is a longer one that I originally wanted to be a multi-chapter fic. It's a 1930s AU where George is a politician and Laf is a journalist. Without spoiling much, the first chapter takes place many years before the rest of the fic, but it is still very unfinished and explicit!!

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, 1930s AU, explicit, George is an asshole, all the cheesiness you can expect from early fic writing

Don't forget, explicit stuff under the cut! (But you gotta scroll a bit)

Prologue

He first noticed the Frenchman at a quarter past eight. He had been there the whole night but George hadn’t noticed him until this moment. The moment his life would never be the same, at 8:25 on September 14, 1934. The moment George set eyes on him he felt his chest tighten and his face turn red and his stomach flip. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him, and the man quickly took notice, matching his stare. Then smiling and waving at him. George felt his face heat up as he snapped out of his trance and walked toward the beautiful man. Upon approaching him, he heard the man laugh and smile sweetly,

“Was there something you wanted?” The man seemed to be currently unaccompanied by anyone at this time. Everyone else was dancing to the quiet music that seemed so unimportant to him.

“I’m sorry,” George smiled, holding out his hand, “I’m afraid we haven’t been acquainted yet. My name is George Washington, I’m currently running for a US Senate position.” The man laughed again.

“You don’t need to introduce yourself to me. Everyone I’ve spoken with tonight has done nothing but praise you, I’m honored I get to finally meet you.” He met George’s hand and George felt his embarrassment from before take over his body as they shook hands. George couldn’t shake the odd feeling the man was giving him. “My name’s Gilbert, by the way, Gilbert du motier de Lafayette.” George couldn’t help but smile upon hearing his name.

“Wonderful. I assume you are from France, yes?” Gilbert’s eyes glittered. His smile was so cool and haunting.

“You’re correct.”

“So what’s a Frenchman doing at an American political event?” He said, gesturing, drink in hand, at the party unfolding around them as they conversed by the wall. Gilbert’s eyes lit up with passion.

“Oh. Why, I’ve always loved America and everything it’s stood for since 1776. It’s an honor even being in your country. Why, I just immigrated this year, against my entire country’s wishes,” he added with a chuckle. “In search of a life in the country I’ve always admired. Not to say that I don’t miss home, but I’ve yet to feel terribly homesick. Oh! I’m a journalist by the way. That’s why I’m here, friends with the Secretary of State.”

“So which is it? Here as a journalist or a friend of Cordell Hull?”

“Oh!” Gilbert laughed, “friend of Cordell Hull.” Gilbert’s smile and personality was infectious, it made him happy. Gilbert’s eyes seemed to have focused on something else in the distance, towards the party, relaxing his posture. George couldn’t help but stare at his...beautiful? Features. Yes. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. George cursed himself. This was not the first time he had found himself completely encapsulated by a man’s features, but he knew with his career, even the slightest of glances or touches and his life would be over. Gilbert turned to look at him.

“Something wrong, sir?” George quickly turned away, feeling his insides burning. He wasn’t sure if he liked Gilbert, or rather, the way Gilbert made him feel.

“No. Nothing at all.” Gilbert resumed his casual stare in the distance and suddenly said without looking at him, a wicked smile creeping over his face.

“That’s twice, you know.” George was left speechless and unable to rebuttal as Gilbert set his drink down on a table and cooly walked toward the dance floor, leaving George stunned and speechless, craving to be near him again. He suddenly resolved that he had to speak to him again, at least before the night was over, and learn more about him. He set his drink down next to Gilbert’s and quickly walked in Gilbert’s direction, not realizing he had accidentally knocked his drink on the table and in the process, spilled both his and Gilbert’s drink. He soon found Gilbert elegantly dancing with a lavishly dressed woman. He had a cool, nefarious smile on his face, his eyes gracing over George’s, his smile turning into a stern line across his face as he suddenly left the lady to herself and continued to the left, not giving George a second glance. George thought the behavior odd until George realized that some men were extremely sensitive when it came to their masculinity. But Gilbert didn’t strike him as that kind of man. But even so, perhaps the staring had scared the beautiful man. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but he couldn’t quiet the nagging feeling that was telling him that that was the wrong answer. Suddenly he felt a woman’s gloved hand grab his, and bring him into a waltz with her. The woman seemed slightly tipsy as she continued to step on George’s feet and stare at him with a gaze that made him uncomfortable and only made him want to see Gilbert more. He had no choice but to be courteous to the woman as anyone could be watching but surely no one would blame him for abandoning a foul woman like this. He quickly let go of her hands

“If you would excuse me, madam.”

“Why of course.” She purred. George quickly dashed away, heading toward the direction he had seen Gilbert go when he suddenly stopped. He was chasing down a man that wanted nothing to do with him. He forcefully steadied his breathing. Someone would notice something was wrong. Someone would notice him running after a young man who he had just met. He resolved to stay put, be a gentleman, and not think of Gilbert the rest of the night. Funny how such a small interaction had such a big impression on George’s demeanor. He calmly resumed his regular political rounds. But then he saw goddamn Cordell Hull, and Lafayette, standing next to him. Lafayette avoided eye contact with George. He tried his best to speak to Hull without thinking about the beautiful Frenchman by his side, until,

“Say, have you met my friend Lafayette here?” Lafayette’s eyes met his and immediately melted from cold to hopeless. And a smile burned across his face. George felt his chest swell again. He smiled.

“I actually have met him. Quite the remarkable man I do have to say.”

“Oh yes! Hasn’t even been in America a whole year and is practically fluent in English. He’s brilliant George. You two would get along nicely.” He patted George’s shoulder as he suddenly walked off leaving the two alone again. The first thing out of Gilbert’s mouth was,

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Gilbert looked at the ground with frustration.

“You know what.” He pouted. It made George chuckle. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable in any way, so I’m sorry if I did.”

“Gilbert.” George gently grabbed his arm and looked at him with a warm smile, “you did nothing wrong. But, I want to know you better, I want to know what else about you is so remarkable.” Gilbert blushed and smiled. He was so pretty. The two stayed and sat down at a table and chatted the entire night, occasionally saying hello to the people who came near them. George didn’t know if it was him or the alcohol he was consuming but he felt he was dangerously close to Gilbert. And yet, he didn’t want to move an inch away from him. Before he knew it, he noticed people began filtering out of the room, servants cleaning up messes. The night was ending. George’s heart dropped. He didn’t want to leave Gilbert. Before he could think he suddenly blurted out, “I’ve got alcohol at home. And extra bedrooms, if you don’t have any accommodations for tonight.” Gilbert looked shocked. Speechless even.

“Well, I- I mean.”

“Oh my, Gilbert I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if you have plans, I completely understand.”

“No! I mean, no, I- I don’t have any accommodations. I would love to join you.” Gilbert smiled warmly and George cursed himself for inviting this wonderful man to spend the night with him. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice Gilbert’s hand on his knee.

—-

The moment they arrived at George’s house he felt his heart pounding through his chest. The whole way here, Gilbert had been extra...clingy. And he kept glancing at him like that foul woman had. But now George didn’t mind so much. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen but it was more likely than not that Gilbert would pass out on a bed, wake up ashamed in the morning and never come back again. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. He was grateful that he kept his home life extremely private. No servants of any kind. It was chiefly for this reason. He could never let anyone know what he has done before. Or, more so to speak, who.

“So, which room are you putting me in?” Gilbert teased. George held onto his arm and led him to one of his guest bedrooms.

“I think this one here should be suitable.” George said. Gilbert unhooked himself from George’s arm and took a look around the room. George smiled fondly. He was quite cute. Gilbert yawned and George realized how late it was. Gilbert sat down on the bed and moved to lay down, George chuckled,

“Surely you’re not going to sleep in those stuffy clothes. I’ll go fetch you something to wear for the night.”

“Thank you.” Gilbert muttered sleepily. George felt his chest ache as he took one last look at the darling little man, before he set off to find something for Gilbert to wear for the night. He found the circumstances he was in odd, did Gilbert truly have no accommodations elsewhere? And if so, surely he has other belongings besides the suit he was wearing. George was almost hoping Gilbert snuck a bag in here, making him feel even a little less guilty for having practically plucked him out of his normal life, simply to indulge in his odd fancies. In searching through his old things, he found some smaller, comfier clothes that could pass as night wear for Gilbert. He headed back up the stairs to Gilbert’s door, gently knocking on it.

“Come in!” A voice said. George noticed that Gilbert sounded much more awake. George opened the door to find Gilbert already undressing himself, his shoes in a corner, along with his coat and shirt. George felt his face burn as he eyed Gilbert. Gilbert beamed a delightful smile as he bounded up to George to take the things from his stunned hands. George felt embarrassed, like he could hardly move. It was just his bare chest but still. He looked at the ground giving Gilbert more privacy.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” He heard Gilbert laugh.

“I was promised more alcohol.” George smiled and looked up to see Gilbert wearing the old clothes, a smile always on his face.

“I thought you might have had a bit too much though.”

“George, I really haven’t had anything more beyond a sip or two.” George recalled that he actually hadn’t seen Gilbert finish a single flute of champagne that whole night. He laughed,

“I’ll give you one drink, but after that you need to sleep. What would you prefer?”

“Surprise me.” A few minutes later George came back to Gilbert’s room with two glasses of whiskey in his hand. Gilbert hadn’t closed the door, and George saw him sitting on the floor in front of his bed waiting for him. George pushed open and sat down in front of Gilbert, handing him the glass. Gilbert smiled.

“I first had whiskey when I came to the United States. How fitting.” He observed, taking a sip. George noticed how Gilbert looked in the pale light, how the curls on his head seemed to light up, and how beautiful his neck looked when he drank, how altogether lovely Gilbert looked in the low lights compared to the harsh lights of the ballroom. Gilbert broke the silence.

“You know, you’ve been staring at me all night.” George blushed, looking shamefully at the ground. Gilbert laughed. “I don’t mind it at all George, but I’m interested in why.” Gilbert smirked. Why? Because you’re beautiful, that’s why. George had to think of something quickly,

“You’re just very interesting is all. You’ve accomplished a lot and it’s quite admirable.” Gilbert laughed loudly then settled down and said,

“I’m sure you say that to all the pretty boys.” George felt some anger rising in him, Gilbert was figuring out too much too fast. This man is a journalist and George had no way to prove his sincerity.

“No. That’s not what this is Gilbert. I know your type, you think you know everything about a person and you can write whatever you want, but I am not losing my career to the likes of you.” George spat. He felt regret curl up in his stomach the moment the words tumbled out of his mouth, but he was being too open, too sincere. And for all he knew, Gilbert was just a very skilled journalist looking for his next hit article. But surely that couldn’t have been the truth. George stood up to leave, ashamed he had said such a thing, but Gilbert suddenly leapt up and grabbed his hand.

“George please! I’m sorry, you misunderstand me. I’m not looking to stir up any trouble! I promise I would never publish anything against you, please, just stay. You’re so remarkable.” Gilbert hesitated when he said those last three words, and by the look on his face, Gilbert wished he could take them back, but there they were. George felt his heart ache with the desire to hold Gilbert close and kiss every last inch of him. This was a terrible idea. Inviting Gilbert here was a mistake. But there he was, holding his hand, unable to look away from his eyes. Gilbert’s grip suddenly loosened as he pulled himself away from George.

“I need to go.” Gilbert muttered softly, “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.” Now it was George’s turn to beg.

“Gilbert, please, listen to me. I invited you here because I’m fond of you and wish to know you better. I’m sorry for the distress I’ve caused, but I must beg you not to leave. I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to see you again.” Gilbert smiled softly to himself.

“So you admit it then? You’re fond of me?” George swallowed and paused before saying,

“Yes.” Gilbert smiled brightly and bounded towards George, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” He said simply. “You have made it impressively difficult for me to figure out if you’re fond of me or not, and this is basically what I do for a living!” Gilbert laughed and then paused, his expression changing as he backed away from George. “I’m just now realizing that I’m unsure of what you could mean.” Gilbert took a deep breath, “George, I want you to understand that when I say fond, I mean it in the more, illegal sense if you understand my meaning. I mean, I left France truly because I couldn’t stand the thought of being forced to marry a woman. I was told in America you can be anything, but I understand now that that’s not quite true. I’m sorry if I repulse you, and I’ll gladly leave you, but I.” Gilbert sighed, and put his face in his palms. “I’ve said too much.” George slowly moved to sit beside Gilbert on the bed.

“I don’t think you’re as clever as you think, Gilbert.” Gilbert let out a small chuckle.

“No. No, I am certainly not. But what I mean to say is-“

“Yes.” George cut him off, “I mean it in the exact way you do.”

“That’s wonderful.” Gilbert laughed, unsure of himself after accidentally spilling his heart out to George. But George knew exactly what he wanted to do as he gently grabbed Gilbert’s chin, and tilted his face towards his own and gently pressed his lips to Gilbert’s. Gilbert immediately relaxed against George, wrapping his arms around his side, bringing him closer. They parted for a moment, Gilbert breathing a little heavier than before, looking into George’s eyes.

“My god, you’re so beautiful.” George breathed, quickly wrapping his hands around his hips to push him down on the bed, resuming the kiss with much more fervor and need. He heard Gilbert moan beneath him and it sent chills down his spine. Everything this man did made him crazy. Gilbert temporarily pulled away breathing,

“George, what are we doing?”

“Do you not want to?” George said, running his fingers through Gilbert’s curly hair.

“Yes! I mean, yes I want to, but George think about what this could mean.”

“Gilbert, this isn’t a slight towards you, but this isn’t the first time I’ve slept with a man.”

“Oh.” Gilbert’s cheeks turned pink.

“Gilbert, you can just tell me if you don’t want this. I won’t be mad in the slightest, it’s not a big deal.” Gilbert sighed then said,

“I think I’m just nervous. I want to do this- believe me. But I’m a little scared.” George leaned down to kiss his ear and purr,

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, sweet thing.” And that was all Gilbert needed. He grabbed George’s face to kiss him again, but now he busied his hands by trying to get George’s stuffy suit off of him. Gilbert undid the buttons on George’s suit as he carelessly threw it to the ground, but then he struggled with the buttons of his shirt, which George quickly helped him out with, and soon, he was bare chested and kissing Gilbert again. Gilbert giggled at the sight of him and was taken aback whenever George went to pull his shirt off.

“It seems there was no use in that shirt anyway.” He teased. George busied himself by slowly beginning to kiss down his neck, nibbling on his skin causing Gilbert to gasp and grab the back of George’s neck. George smiled at him as his lips found his nipple, which he gently bit on, evoking a quiet

“Fuck.” From Gilbert as he ground his hips against George’s, causing the older man to growl. Gilbert moaned again as he felt George’s hand on his cock, teasing him through his clothes. Gilbert quickly took his pants off, with George’s help as they were thrown on the floor with everything else. George mouthed and sucked on his cock through his underwear causing Gilbert to curse in frustration. George laughed and began sucking on his bare cock to Gilbert’s delight. Gilbert squirmed and moaned.

“Wait George.” He breathed, pushing his head up, “I don’t wanna come yet, do you understand?” George smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Of course I do.” George quickly removed the last of his garments. He wanted to pleasure Gilbert in so many ways, but the beautiful man made it clear what he wanted. George grabbed Gilbert’s legs to place them on his shoulders and he felt Gilbert shudder beneath him. He paused for a moment to take in his breathtaking beauty. Then, he gently pushed his finger in Gilbert’s hole, making him whimper and breathe heavily. Gilbert didn’t say a word, but he sure made a lot of noises as he gently pushed in and out. He didn’t want to hurt Gilbert, and as pain staking as this was, he knew he had to be slow with it.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“Yes.” Gilbert muttered, biting down on his lip. “I can take more.” George chuckled.

“I know, but I want to make sure that I don’t hurt you. Just be a little patient, alright baby?” Gilbert smiled at the pet name and eagerly nodded his head yes. After stretching him out with two fingers for a while, George thought he’d be alright now. He slowly took his fingers out to Gilbert’s displeasure. He looked Gilbert in the eye for approval, which he quickly gave with the nod of his head. George bent down to kiss him gently, before pushing himself in. Gilbert immediately became much louder with his moans. He felt his nails dig into his back as Gilbert let out a hiss.

“Oh my god.” He breathed. George pushed himself all the way in and paused for a moment, letting Gilbert adjust to the feeling. He bit down on his lip, and looked George in the eye. His eyes were so beautiful and dark, and as wide as the moon. Slowly he began to move and Gilbert groaned, whispering expletives into the darkness that surrounded them. It didn’t take long for George to lose the self-restraint he had held onto for so long now, as he began to move faster. Gilbert grabbed at the sheets, his knuckles white, and his head thrown back. He could see the sweat on his chest, and the precum on his cock. He knew Gilbert would come soon, as would he.

“George.” Gilbert breathed. The bed was creaking beneath them as George began fucking him harder then he had all night. George was grateful he didn’t have neighbors of any kind, as Gilbert’s screams would have certainly woken them up. He began muttering words frantically, not even thinking as they spilled out of his mouth.

“Oh my god, George, you feel so good. Holy shit.” Suddenly before Gilbert was even aware, he came all over his chest with George soon following. George collapsed on top of Gilbert, pressing delicate kisses on his face.

“You did so good baby.” He breathed. It was the last thing he remembered saying before passing out over Gilbert’s chest.

—-

George woke in the morning with a sick feeling in his gut. The first reason being because he was too tired to clean himself up last night, the second being that Gilbert was still here. Wrapped up in his arms. Panic immediately began to fill his mind. Gilbert wasn’t supposed to stay, surely he understood to leave as soon as he could. He’d never had a man stay for the morning, and that was how it was supposed to be. Gilbert shouldn’t be here. He quickly got up, cleaned himself off, and put on some fresh clothes, all the while thinking of what to say to him. He went to the kitchen to begin preparing a breakfast, he didn’t realize how much time had passed until he saw Gilbert, fully dressed with his hair in a ponytail.

“Hi!” Gilbert smiled happily as he went up to kiss his cheek.

“Hi Gilbert.” George said uncomfortably as he pulled himself away from the Frenchman. He couldn’t have this man stay in his house for longer than necessary, he had to tell him. “Listen, Gilbert. There’s something you need to know.” Gilbert looked at him quizzically. “I guess I just assumed that you understood but, most men leave in the middle of the night.”

“Well I’m not most men.” Gilbert smiled.

“No, Gilbert I don’t think you understand, it’s not a good idea for you to still be here if you value your future. It was dangerous enough that you spent the night with me.” Gilbert frowned.

“You’re asking me to leave?” George sighed.

“Yes Gilbert. I need you to leave. now.” He said sternly. Gilbert looked disappointed, but not angry.

“Well let me get your address so I can see you again.” He smiled. George huffed.

“Gilbert. You need to go. Forever. I thought you understood that.”

“So what, you just use me for sex and then I never get to see you again?” Gilbert looked angry now.

“That’s kind of how these things work, Gilbert.” He glared.

“How was I supposed to know that?” He shouted.

“Gilbert, America isn’t as perfect as you dreamed it to be. If you value your future and your life here, I suggest you get out of my house this instant, and never, ever attempt to contact me again, do you understand?” He could see that Gilbert was holding back tears, his frustrations melting him.

“That’s not right.” He said meekly. George didn’t say a word, he needed to leave. “Well fine then. I think that I finally understand Americans and what they stand for. They work hard every day to be selfish and cruel a-and abusive to any other person they see as inferior!” Gilbert ran out the door, the tears flowing from his face in buckets. George breathed a sigh of relief. No one had ever made it so difficult before. It was best when they left at night because then he never had to say goodbye, and saying goodbye to Gilbert was the most difficult thing he had ever done.

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Chapter One

September 14th, 1938. It was a lovely autumn day outside in Washington DC. No more unbearable summer heat, and no cold temperatures to freeze your toes. It was George’s favorite time of the year, but he was forced to spend it inside the cramped office space. Over the past few years, life had not been the kindest mistress. George’s political career had taken a turn for the worse, amidst rumors of his sexuality (quickly ‘disproven’), sudden decrease in funds, and a war right outside of everyone’s door. No one was immune to the Great Depression, although George had assumed he was immune like everyone else. It had taken him a few years to get his bearings, but now he ran a small newspaper. By far, not what George was hoping for, but he had come to find a certain fondness in journalism. A way to stay connected but out of the spotlight.

“Sir.” He lifted his head from the papers on his desk to see Martha standing at his door.

“Yes?”

“Your new secretary starts today. He’s here, waiting for you, I’m going to fetch him in a moment so you two can meet.”

“Thank you Martha.” The sweet woman gave a small smile before leaving the doorway with small, hurried steps.

“Wait Martha!” He was hoping to learn the secretary’s name, for he had placed Martha in complete charge of the hiring process, but she was gone. He sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose, focusing on the pages of work on his desk. Normally, he liked to oversee all the people hired, but recently his work had become unbearable due to the expanding of the small print shop, leaving him needing a personal assistant and no time to hire one. Martha was a blessing to his world, she handled all the mundane tasks required with a smile on her face. He stretched, removed the glasses from his face in anticipation for his new co-worker. He couldn’t explain why, but he had a sick feeling in his stomach, making him hesitant to meet the man. First, he heard the loud, important clack of his boots from down the hallway. He saw his silhouette through the rough glass surrounding his office, taking note of the satchel at his side. Then as soon as he saw him step into the doorway, he felt his heart drop to his stomach, he felt his mouth dry, unable to produce a sound. Lafayette.

“No.” Was the first word the Frenchman uttered, his face full of anger and shock as he stood in the doorway, with Martha politely by his side. “No. No, no! No!” He quickly turned around and began walking towards the exit, shouting, “no! Martha, I refuse to work with that man! No, Martha, I will not just go say ‘hello’! That man doesn’t deserve my cordiality. No! Martha!” Gilbert hissed as Martha pushed him to his office entrance again. This time Gilbert didn’t bother to leave, just crossed his arms and glared at George.

“Hello Lafayette.” George said meekly, finding himself afraid of the man’s deadly glare.

“Hello George.” Gilbert hissed.

“Well, it seems like you two have a lot to catch up on.” Martha said, beginning to shut the door.

“Martha, wait!” George called.

“All due respect sir, but it will take me months to find you another secretary. So either, you two learn to get along or you do all that work yourself.” She said, gesturing to the stack of papers overwhelming his desk. George sighed as Martha shut the door, Gilbert never taking his glare off of George.

“W-will you sit down?” George said, gesturing toward the chair in front of his desk. Gilbert, without saying a word, dropped his satchel to the ground, and very elegantly and somehow also angrily sat in the chair. All the while, mentally stabbing George with daggers. “So-”

“You dirty, rotten, bastard!” Lafayette yelled, suddenly leaping out of his chair.

“Lafayette, please.” George said, in a foolish attempt to calm his rage.

“Years I spent, wasting over you, years I spent, wallowing in self-pity, always thinking of you and that one foolish night! And you broke my heart for some corrupted selfishness! You-”

“Gilbert, keep your voice down!” George was now standing, staring into Gilbert’s passionate eyes. If he hadn’t been standing he most likely wouldn’t have noticed the tears forming in his eyes as Lafayette collapsed back into the chair, crying. “Gilbert I’m-” what? Sorry? Yes. No you’re not.

“Oh save it!” Gilbert snapped, raising his red, tearful face from his hands to scorn George. George found himself slowly sinking back to sit in his chair, watching as Gilbert buried himself in his arms and silently wept and shook. Yes. I am sorry. George wasn’t sure if he could remember a time where he had made someone cry, made them waste years of precious life, made them feel so much grief. He immediately felt a heavy burden on his shoulders he hadn’t felt when the day had begun. He had no idea Gilbert would have been this affected by what had felt like such a small thing to George, but it burdened Gilbert to his core. He hated that he had done this. He found himself scourning the self-righteous, powerful, narcissistic man he was, and wondered if he was still that man today. Gilbert. It all hit him like a wave, remembering glimpses of that night, his dazzling laugh, his sparkling eyes, his wonderful curls of hair, his cute frame, how had he already forgotten every wonderful thing about Gilbert? He was roused from his thoughts, by those same deep eyes, turned red and puffy, staring at him. 

“You said my name.” Gilbert mumbled very quietly.

“I-I did?”

“Yes, just a moment ago.”

“I- Gilbert if you don’t want to work for me, I- I understand.” George fumbled with his words, unsure of what he wanted to say. He heard Lafayette sigh.

“No. I can’t, this is the first job I’ve been offered in months. Martha was right, I- we just need to get along.”

“What happened Gilbert?” George asked very quietly, afraid of the answer.

“What do you mean?” Gilbert pouted.

“I mean, it seemed like you had such a prosperous life ahead of you, and for this to be the first job you’ve been offered in months, it just doesn’t seem right.”

“And I could ask you the same thing.” Gilbert huffed, “I assumed you would’ve been at the top of the world by now, but instead you’re here. Running a small journaling shop.” Neither of them said a word, silence began to overtake the two, as they reflected on what went wrong?

“How about this.” George said, clearing his throat and breaking the silence. “The work day’s almost over,” he paused, “we need to talk about certain things. How about we go out and I buy you a drink- at a bar near here.” Gilbert hesitated, and thought very thoroughly about his response.

“Fine. But you are only to buy me one drink, do you understand? No more.”

“Of course.” George breathed a sigh of relief, he was desperate to talk to Gilbert, but here wasn’t private enough. A bar at a good hour was just loud enough for you to talk about whatever you liked with no repercussions. They sat awkwardly for a moment, unsure what to do. When Goerge suddenly said,

“I can get us out of here- early. We don’t have to wait.”

“Perfect.” Lafayette mused as he grabbed his things in preparation to leave. George followed suit and led Gilbert out the way he had come in. Stopping at Martha’s desk George said,

“We’re heading out a little early.”

“Oh?” Martha chuckled, “did you bury the hatchet then?”

“Hopefully. Soon.” Then the two left, Gilbert standing as far away from George as he could.

Chapter Two

When the two arrived, they sat at a table in the back corner, George ordering himself his ever-favorite whiskey while Lafayette settled for a beer, which he hardly touched. George was unsure what would be the best way to go about talking to Gilbert and “burying the hatchet” as Martha said, so he started with what he thought would be the best thing to do. After a breath George began,

“Gilbert, I want you to know that when I met you I didn’t think about my actions and their consequences. I truly was a pompous ass, and I mean it when I say I’m sorry for what I did. Even though I know these words most likely have no meaning now as my actions have already been done and your life...changed, but I’m sorry. I really truly am.” Lafayette sighed.

“They certainly have meaning now as you very well could have spouted some bullshit about how you were protecting your career and what you did was necessary. So, even though it doesn’t change much I appreciate that.”

“If cussing me out would make you feel better, go ahead.” George said.

“What?” Gilbert laughed.

“I mean it. You started to at the office, and if you need to, go ahead. I can only imagine the kind of insults you had ready for me.” George smiled. A part of him wanted Gilbert to be rude to him because he knew he truly deserved it. When Gilbert had called him a bastard, it had almost brought some relief to him for someone to finally tell him he was a bad person. He hoped it would have the same sort of affect on Gilbert. Gilbert chuckled,

“Well now you’re being a little sweet, I don’t think I want to.”

“Come on, Gilbert!” George smiled, “at least tell me something you wanted to call me.”

“Wet sock grifter.” Gilbert growled before he began to laugh loudly. “It sounds so silly to say out loud, doesn’t it? I’ve missed the english language.” George smiled,

“That is certainly something I’ve never been called before.”

“Good. I hope it took the spirit out of you.” Gilbert teased and George was reminded this wasn’t some idle fun chat between friends. He wished it was. Gilbert went silent, also remembering the weight of their reality.

“Would you like to tell me where you’ve been for the past four years?” George offered. Gilbert seemed to think before answering.

“I moved back to Paris, and my father forced me to marry some woman as soon as he heard of my arrival. She was sweet, but I just couldn’t love her, for many reasons. I found it difficult to love anyone.” Oh. George thought. “But she died of childbirth two years after I married her which was my convenient excuse to go back to America. Everything was different though. No one remembered me and no one wanted to hire me. If I’m being honest I’d rather be destitute in America than in France with a wife.” Gilbert sighed, “so that’s about it for my story.”

“I’m sorry.” George said meekly again. Gilbert huffed in frustration.

“What the hell did you expect George? I was young and foolish, I believed I had found love at first sight! You were my first everything George, then you just threw me out of your house! I had never felt so worthless or used in my entire life. I didn’t know the true realities of the world until you. Did you never think once about how you might affect someone George? Or did you really only care about yourself? I don’t understand how anyone could be so selfish, you fucking bastard!” And there it was, and Gilbert didn’t even looked liked he regretted it. Good. He shouldn’t have. George smiled.

“Thank you.”

“What?” Gilbert spat.

“Thank you, Lafayette. In 1935, rumors of my sexulity began to float and after that, my political career was ruined. It was shortly after this time of despair that I realized that all I did was selfishly use people for my own benefit and throw them away. I felt horrible, but I never saw any of them ever again and if I did they never had the guts to say what you just did. I needed to hear just how horrible I was, I needed someone to tell me what an ass I’d been because it’s what I deserve. I’ve gone for too long in my life living with no consequences, so thank you.”

“Oh wow.” Gilbert said. “That certainly wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

“Did it make you feel better to chew me out like that?”

“Yes, yes it did.” and Gilbert smiled.

“Good.”

“Well now I’m curious George.” Gilbert said, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, giving him a teasing smile before continuing, “How did anyone find out about the men.” 

“I really wasn’t so good at hiding it.” George laughed.

“No you really weren’t!” Gilbert laughed. “I mean, you got lucky that I wasn’t actually just a reporter looking for their next story and finding a very interesting one in quite a handsome man.”

“Well it didn’t quite happen like that.” George chuckled, the small compliment not going unnoticed. “There may or may not have been an incredibly beautiful man at a friend's small party who I took outside to an alley to make out with when someone above  us in a window shouted at us and recognized me. And that was that.” Gilbert was laughing quite hard now.

“That’s what happens when you make out with every man you see.”

“I do not make out with every man I see, Gilbert.” George grinned. Gilbert was quite the tease and George was disappointed that he wasn’t truly learning about the man and his behavior until now, but he supposed now was better than never. George now felt he would be quite upset if he never got to meet Lafayette again as he was having such a delightful time in his company.

“Well,” Lafayette concluded dramatically, taking a big swig of beer and slamming it on the table, “I do believe I can tolerate working with you now.”

“Is that so?”

“I believe that I still hate your guts, but that your guts have changed to a much more kind and caring person.”

“That’s quite a strange way of putting it.”

“You know what I mean George.” Lafayette smiled.

“I appreciate that, Lafayette.”

“I believe I should be on my way now, George.” Lafayette said as he stood up and began to gather his belongings. “Thank you for this, I should like to do that again sometime.”

“That sounds wonderful, Lafayette. I’ll see you tomorrow.” George smiled, waving goodbye to the new Lafayette he was so excited he got the chance to know.

“Goodbye George.” Lafayette returned the wave and smile, and was off. God help me, George thought as he prepared to leave as well, because that beautiful smile still had the same effect on George as it did four years ago. This time was different though, and George couldn’t wait to spend more time with the lovely Marquis de Lafayette.

Chapter Three

When Lafayette arrived at his house, he immediately collapsed onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. He was feeling so terribly confused. Confused because his new boss was the George Washington, the man who had simply ruined his zest for life at age 21. Confused because he always imagined himself dramatically slapping George and screaming for hours on end about how selfish and horrible and mean the man was, but instead he lost the nerve. And most of all confused because George was so, so sweet to him and he hated himself for believing for a second that that man could change, but here he was. Lafayette was afraid that he was falling for the man all over again which was exactly what he didn’t need. He let out another big, dramatic sigh. 

“So you had a bad day.” Lafayette heard from across the room. He didn’t have to move from his very comfortable spot, sprawled out on the couch, to know that was his friend Alexander cooking dinner. 

“Oh Alex, you have no idea what kind of strange day I had.” Lafayette moaned, his words slightly muffled as his face was pressed against a couch.

“I don’t understand what went wrong, Lafayette, I thought you already had the job.”

“Oh no, Alexander,” Lafayette moved to sit up and communicate clearly with his friend, “I have a job. But you’ll never guess who I’m working for.”

“Al Capone.” Alex laughed.

“George.” Lafayette muttered sadly to himself.

“Wait hold on.” Alex said, setting his spatula down so he could focus his attention completely on Lafayette, “You mean the fucking bastard George?”

“Yes!” Gilbert flopped back against the couch and stared at the ceiling.

“You can’t be serious! How are you gonna work for that guy? Do you need me and John to kill him for you?” Alex looked deadly serious it almost frightened Lafayette.

“Alex, the worst part is that I think he’s changed. But I can’t trust him for a second, but the sad thing is I really want to.”

“Why on earth do you think he’s changed?” Alex demanded.

“Alex, he- he was so sweet. We went out to get a drink and just talk and he apologized and it felt so heartfelt and real but I’m scared he’s just faking. Ugh. But he was so kind!” Lafayette moved to cover his face with his hands.

“I bet it was just a ruse.” Alex grumbled, as he resumed stirring something in the crockpot.

“Oh, but Alex, it felt so different from the night I met him. I mean, he really did seem different and caring, but I’m just so hesitant to believe it.”

“I won’t believe he’s changed till I meet the man himself.” Alex hissed, “Pay attention to how he treats his subordinates, that could be an easy way to see through his bluff.” 

“I hope he’s not bluffing.” Lafayette muttered quietly, his face still buried in his hands. But also, what would it mean if he wasn’t bluffing? Would it mean he’d give him a second chance? Lafayette did not want to give that man a second chance, it’d be like saying it was ok for him to use so many people. But would it be ok if he truly felt remorse over his actions? If he truly tried to be the best person he could be and not be selfish? Should Lafayette give that a second chance? He did not want to, but a terrible part of him was dying to give him a second chance. A chance for real love. Maybe.

“You know Lafayette, I’m sorry you had such a bad day, but also John and I were gonna play Monopoly later and we’ll kinda need the couch.” Lafayette immediately shot up.

“You were planning on playing Monopoly and you didn’t tell me? What the hell, Alex?” Alexander just shrugged.

“Well I told you now.” Lafayette smiled. Maybe everything would be alright. His friends always had his back no matter what. He was truly grateful he had such wonderful friends. Their confrontation was cut short when John finally came home.

“Hey Lafayette!” John smiled at him as he put his overcoat on the coat hanger by the door. “Hey baby.” John winked at Alexander.

“John,” Alex started, “you’ll never guess who Gilbert’s new boss is.” John shrugged his shoulders.

“Al Capone?” Why the hell could these two practically read each other’s minds?

“Fucking George.” Alex hissed.

“Wait, really?” John asked, looked to Lafayette for confirmation. Lafayette nodded.

“But John, don’t worry about it. We talked some things out and he apologized a few times and I think I can actually tolerate working with him because I think he’s maybe changed a lot.” Alex grumbled at this. John sat down next to Lafayette. 

“Laf, I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you. I find it hard to believe what you said as true.”

“John, trust me, I loathe giving him the benefit of the doubt, but he truly treated me with so much kindness today I was shocked. I mean I think I hate him less now because he’s made such an improvement. It’s odd and I’m worried it’s just another damn mask, but I’m hopeful.”

“Alright, Laf.” John said, ruffling Gilbert’s hair, “I’ll trust you, but you make sure to tell us if he does anything to make you uncomfortable or if he hurts you, understand?”

“I’ll kill him.” Alex added quietly to the side. Lafayette laughed.

“Of course.”

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Let Me Drive my Auto into your Heart

Intro: A little 1920s AU I wrote that's just unfinished porn without plot where this stops literally right before the actual smut, so there's nothing explicit here, just suggestive

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, unfinished, suggestive

The room was filled with a stench of cigars and sweat that always dispirited him so. Hamilton’s parties were always phenomenal and stocked with the best celebrities, tycoons, gangsters, and flappers around. Bright lights and bright decorations filled his view as he shoved his way out of the crowd and outdoors for a breather. The balcony was a relatively small one compared to the rest of the house, but it still helped him feel secluded from the grandeur of the party. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy them, but they simply became overwhelming at times. George had to admit he always felt like an old man when he left parties for a breather, but what was wrong in needing quiet, fresh air?

“Are you George Washington?” A delicate voice said next to him. George nearly jumped out of his skin, not seeing anyone else on the balcony but now there was certainly someone. This someone happened to look very young, with expressive eyes and red lips that his eyes were continually drawn to. This boy had an extremely lissome face with complimentary small arms and legs that smoothed out to almost feminine curves. In short, he was very attractive.

“Why, yes I am.” He smiled, hardly giving the boy a glance before focusing his gaze nonchalantly ahead of him. The boy continued.

“My name is Gilbert du motier, marquis de Lafayette, but you can call me Lafayette.” The boy purred out in a thick French accent. “I noticed you tonight, in that bright red auto of yours. I asked around about you, curious to know more about that handsome man and his lovely car. You’re quite the interesting one.” Lafayette smirked. At that George felt slightly convinced that this Lafayette was a prostitute placed at this massive party in hopes of finding a man curious enough to drop some money on him for the night. George truthfully would give the kid all the money he wanted if he continued being as adorable as he was now, seductively biting his lip to pull him in.

“That’s awfully flattering of you, Lafayette.” George quipped back, a small smile on his lips.

“I suppose I’ve always had a thing for men with autos like yours. My parents never let me have one in Paris and now that I’m in America I see them all over, but I’m just too afraid to drive them now.” George chuckled at the boy’s forwardness and bluntness. Probably not a prostitute, but not an average kid.

“You’re only talking to me cause I have a car?” George teased, “you realize most every man here has one.”

“Oh no, you see it is only what drew me to you.” Lafayette turned to put his back to the balcony banister and rest his elbows on the rail, looking up at George, “but you see you fascinate me because of the work you’ve done. Certainly not pure work, as I’ve heard, but I like the idea of your sort of living. Comfortable but quite dangerous.” George chuckled again,

“It’s not dangerous when you’ve got enough money to pay anyone off who gives you trouble.” George flashed him a dangerous smile and he saw the boy almost lose his footing. Seamlessly, George caught the boy and steadied him, keeping his face so close to Lafayette’s he could feel his shuddering breaths against his neck. Oddly charmed by Lafayette, George leaned down and purred in his ear,

“Would you like to go for a drive?” George felt Lafayette shiver against him and whisper out,

“Sounds lovely.” Before gulping. His face was bright red and George felt flattered by Lafayette as he laced his fingers through his and dragged him through the crowd of people to the front door. Lafayette trailed closely behind, occasionally touching the small of his back until they reached outside. The butler brought his car to the front for George to step into, taking the driver's seat with Lafayette sitting down next him, adjusting his hair and nervously gripping the car seat.

“It’s a little pointless to adjust your hair, you know.” George smiled as he put the car in gear, “I’ll be sure to mess it up.” He winked and Lafayette turned an even brighter red. What a dazzling man.

As they zoomed out into the city, Lafayette laughed and clutched the seat as his hair was blown in the wind. George increased his speed and changed gears to entertain Lafayette more.

“I’ve never been in such a fast car!” He laughed, “where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” George smiled quietly to himself. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? Since you already know so much about me.”

“I grew up in a wealthy Paris family, but my dad died young and my mom left for Spain. I was technically raised by my grandma but I was the one who looked after our finances and taught myself. I came to America looking for a fresh start, and I have never been happier.” Bright lights whipped past their car and illuminated Lafayette’s beautiful, soft features as he smiled. Advertisements for more things he didn’t need but would inevitably buy to impress people with. George suddenly took a left turn away from the glittering city lights. As they continued along the road, signs of city life became more and more scarce when George turned the car into an abandoned store parking lot.

“I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying yourself here, but I’m curious.” George turned off the engine, “is that all made up?” Lafayette laughed.

“I knew you’d be the suspicious type, but I promise you it’s completely true. Just ask Alexander.”

“You’re friends with Alex?”

“I’d say so.” He smiled, relaxing into his spot, never taking his eyes off George.

“Stay there.” He said, getting out of the car. Fidgeting with the roof of the car, he yanked it up and over Lafayette’s head then quickly fastened it down to the car. He then hopped back into the car and shut the door behind him.

“So what is it you’re doing now?” He asked Lafayette.

“Currently I’m going to college just to do something with my time but it’s honestly very boring, but I suppose I only have a year left.” He shrugged.

“Interesting. I don’t know a lot of people that go to college. You must be incredibly smart.” He leaned forward to invade Lafayette’s personal space, he leaned in as well.

“Smart is an understatement.” He smirked, “but everyone there is so stuck up, they don’t know what a good time is.”

“Shame. You certainly seem like you know what a good time is.” He murmured.

“Afraid it’s about all I do.”

“So you confess to being a slut then?” He smirked as Lafayette blushed.

“Perhaps I do.” He grinned, placing his hand on George’s thigh, “and it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked by someone as experienced as you.” Lafayette’s face was so close to his, that he could feel every warm, shaky breath that he exhaled. Lafayette bit his lip and looked at him through those long eyelashes.

“What an absolute beauty.” George whispered as he placed his hand on Lafayette’s cheek and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. Lafayette submitted nicely and let George snake his arms around to pull him even closer and to kiss him deeper. Lafayette sighed and George pulled apart for a moment, observing his red lips and tracing his hand up Lafayette’s thigh before whispering,

“Would you like to get in the back of the car?”

“Yes Please.” Lafayette moaned. Not wanting to wait a moment longer, George almost fell out of the car and ran to open up Lafayette’s door for him. Lafayette stepped out cooly and rushed to the backseat, with George climbing in eagerly after him. Lafayette giggled when George closed the door behind them and looked over him, eyes taking in every piece of Lafayette. 

Leaning back down to kiss him, he began to work at the buttons on his vest and felt Lafayette’s soft hands reaching down to help, frantic nature taking over their actions. Lafayette arched his spine beautifully when George slipped off the last of his shirts and felt bright red and out of breath as he let his hand touch the new exposed skin.

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Untitled document

Intro: Yeah, like the title suggests, there's not much to this one. 77 words of unfinished smut.

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, explicit, exhibition

explicit stuff under the cut!

“Try to stay quiet, understand?” His breath landed harshly on his ear while his rough palm slid down into his pants.

Lafayette gasped, choking back the moan that longed to escape. “We’re in public you know.” He harshly whispered as his hand wrapped so tightly around his already hard cock.

“And look who’s so eager because of it.” George purred, smirking down at him. Lafayette keened, curving upwards against his palm, chasing the warmth of his body. 

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His Weakness

This one is unique because here I have the original beginning of chapter three of this fic, His Weakness. While the fic is very explicit, this original opening for chapter 3 is just suggestive. Where's chapter 4? ...I forgot what I was gonna make it. With both versions of chapter 3 lol, sorry!

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, unfinished, suggestive, dom/sub undertones

(I'm putting it under the cut because even though it's not explicit, it is very, very suggestive)

They were gathered around the table, hunched over a map discussing different strategies for their next move, but all Lafayette could look at was George. He wasn’t sure what came over him as he watched those hands move pieces on the map, lips moving to form words he couldn’t hear because all he could hear was the sounds he made beneath him and Lafayette knew what he wanted.

George caught Lafayette’s burning gaze from the corner of his eye and Lafayette saw a blush spread across his cheeks as if reading his thoughts. He dismissed the other men but Lafayette stayed where he was, unable to tear himself away from him.

Once they were completely alone and the door to the room shut, Lafayette grabbed George’s hand and dragged him into a small closet with a convenient lock. George didn’t say anything but his eyes gave away his thoughts as Lafayette pushed him into the small space and then shoved him against the wall in a bruising kiss. He immediately melted into his touch and made those little sounds Lafayette had been craving. He suddenly pushed away, looking utterly debauched.

“What...” he panted, “what is this about?” He laughed.  Lafayette kissed at his neck, pulling his cravat undone.

“I want you tonight, George. Just you and me.” He looked confused. “No soldier, no captain, like regular but different.” He said with a wink. George’s face lit up as he pulled him into another kiss, this one much more gentle.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” He smiled and Lafayette never felt more elated. He had always wanted to love and kiss and touch George as himself, with kindness, not cruelty. Of course, Lafayette always enjoyed when George asked him to be rough but he realized he had never done it like lovers.

Every time they had sex it was always George on top, which Lafayette loved, but he’d always wanted to love George in that way too.

“If you do not stop with that kissing I don’t believe we’ll make it out of here.” George gasped as Lafayette continued to nip at his neck with a smirk. Frowning, he pulled away.

“If you insist.”

“Tonight, my marquis.” He breathed, pressing his forehead to Lafayette’s.

“Tonight.” Lafayette agreed with a giggle.

Tonight couldn’t arrive fast enough.

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The Vamp AU No One Asked for

Intro: this one is a little more confusing, because I posted many chapters for this fic (Not Alone: How to Spot and Kill Immortal Enemies) which is unfinished! Mainly because I didn't like where the story was going and I wrestled with completely directions for the fic before just quietly abandoning it. Turns out I had four more chapters written for it! If you want to know the context (which you almost definitely need) then you can read the first four chapters using that link, or just skip this one!:) The whole story is still unfinished though and warning, if you click read more, you will have a lot to scroll through. You have been warned.

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, vampire!AU, unfinished

Chapter Five

Benjamin Tallmadge visited later that night. He held a book tucked securely under his arm, along with his overstuffed satchel and various charms wrapped around his neck that were hidden under his shirt. It was not an uncommon sight to see Ben, in fact he usually came by at least once a week to speak with George. As did most everyone he met at dinner for that matter.

Lafayette rushed him inside, not wishing to let anymore humid air inside the home. Ben thanked him and then bounded up the stairs to see George. After Ben had completely disappeared, Lafayette decided to make himself busy downstairs by dusting. There always seemed to be plenty of it around. Except tonight, his curiosity had been piqued by the ghosts he’d met not only a few hours ago. The not knowing was being to gnaw at him and even if George had his reasons, they did not seem to stop him.

He strategically placed himself in the drawing room which he knew to be right underneath George’s room.

He wasn’t quite sure what he expected to hear, but even a single answer to the questions that had begun piling up would make him feel relieved. He heard the heavy footfalls of Ben’s boots accompanied by the lighter step of George. Lafayette always found it odd how a man like him could be quiet.

All he could hear was a dull mumble of voices, discernible from each other but the words not. Lafayette knew he couldn’t expect anything more and frowned, walking out of the drawing room to dust the dining room. He had to admit, he was disappointed that he would not be learning anything new tonight. And there was no possible way Lafayette could press his ear to the door without George hearing him coming from a mile away. It was possible he was already aware of his pathetic attempt at spying right now.

He sighed and dusted his way around the candelabras, figurines, and chairs in the dining room. He heard the door to George’s room crack open and Ben’s voice loud and clear: “I’ll be here next week, George.”

“Of course, take care of yourself and be wary. There is troublesome company lurking about.” Ben let out a single huff of a laugh.

“You know I’m never unarmed.” Then Lafayette heard his footsteps thudding down the stairs in rapid succession and before Lafayette could tell him farewell, he was out the door into the cool night.

“Lafayette?” George called from the top of the staircase. “Would you mind coming here?” Lafayette’s heart dropped to his stomach. He knew. He gulped and shrugged the creeping fear away as he set the duster down to climb up the stairs, nervousness slowing his every step until he reached the landing.

George said nothing when he reached the top, only nodding his head in acknowledgment before ushering him in his room. Unlike before there was not an excited, quick step, just the usual quiet and domineering ones. Lafayette gulped but held strong. He could have tried much harder to spy, he didn’t even hear anything of import.

“Lafayette,” his voice finally cut through once the door had been shut behind them. “Ben has made it clear to me that my...dishonesty might become a problem for you.” Lafayette cocked his head. Dishonesty? 

Did he consider withholding information dishonesty? Or was there something else he was missing entirely?

He frowned and his lips formed a thin line as if unsure where to begin next. With a sigh to gather himself, he looked him straight in the eye.

“You see that necklace that I gifted you is more than an ordinary necklace, as are these earrings.” Lafayette's mouth went dry. What did that mean? What had he done? His hand twitched, wanting to throw the necklace off. What did he mean, not ordinary? Lafayette did not wish to be distrusting, but for now, he would wait before doing or saying anything rash.

George seemed to be searching his face in worry, looking for signs of distress but Lafayette skillfully held his stone gaze. Years of having to do so made him quite the expert at never betraying his feelings when he did not wish to.

George cleared his throat, clearly disturbed by Lafayette’s sudden lack of emotion.

“You can take it off whenever you’d like, there is no sort of binding spell attached but they do carry certain...attachment properties. Ben cast the spell himself so nothing will ever go awry.” Lafayette arched a single eyebrow and allowed himself to glare at him, he was clearly getting out all the good things to clear the air before the bad. How foolish he was to think this was a sweet, innocent gesture! What sort of attachment properties did this thing carry? He swallowed reflexively.

“You see, you likely are already suspicious, but if you are in distress or danger and put even the slightest of pressure on the pendant it will bring you back to me or at least this house, but if I am not here it will find me for you. And I vice versa.” Lafayette took a step and crossed his arms. 

How should he feel about this? It wasn’t a bad thing, it was a potentially sweet thing, but Lafayette had no way of knowing if this thing secretly carried others powers that George did not tell, was trusting if he told him the truth Lafayette would believe him and be suspicious for nothing more. But George had offered him the earrings that night although Lafayette could easily think of many ways he could have had Ben change the spell after he was sure Lafayette only wanted the necklace.

At its best, what Lafayette wore around his neck was a sweet, comforting gesture. To know that if he was in danger he’d have a way to someone who could help. But at its worst, it could be anything and Lafayette would not know until far too late. He let out a huff.

“Let’s trade for a week. I’ll take your earrings right now and you shall wear my necklace right now for the remainder of this week.” George nodded, his face lifting in relief. 

“Of course, I’ll gladly do so.” He quickly removed the earrings and Lafayette removed his own pendant. They traded and made quick work of getting the delicate jewelry on. Lafayette certainly didn’t feel any different and George’s face only betrayed relief, no sign of hesitation or worry. Lafayette bit his lip, wondering if he should demand more. Ask Ben to remove the spell and re-enchant it where he could see, but he realized that whether smart or not he would have to trust George more. Show that he trusted him. He already trusted him with his life every single day he chose not to kill him, every day he chose not to forcibly bend him to his will. 

And if George was going to continue to be dishonest, Lafayette still had his silver cross necklace tucked carefully inside his wardrobe. Without a word, he waltzed out with a smirk, feeling confident at the bold reminder that at any moment, he too could end the vampire. 

The end of the week came uneventfully and Lafayette was a little sad to give the lovely earrings back to George. He had grown quite used to their weight, the feel of them dangling when he swished his head about, but it did become a bit troublesome at times and he was grateful to have the gold around his neck again. 

He smiled and admired the beautiful thing in his mirror, his fingers gently grasping the dangling pearl. As he stared in the mirror he suddenly heard the somber notes of a piano begin to play. Lafayette immediately perked up, curiously straining to hear the soft notes. 

He smiled and rushed down the stairs to catch George with his back turned to the doorframe, hands poised on the old black piano he hadn’t known was in any playable shape. The somber melody continued and reminded him of a mourning song until he suddenly stopped and Lafayette feared it to be over. Then suddenly he carefully played up the scales of the piano, then began involving bass notes and Lafayette felt his heart thrum in anticipation.

He gasped with a smile when the melody changed to one of quickness and speed. Lafayette was amazed to watch his hands dance so elegantly as they played the minor keys. He began wondering and he felt as if the song was telling a story of a great struggle. It was simply beautiful and George played it so flawlessly that every new note made his heart beat faster. He was glued to the doorway, hanging off of every note as he became more powerful, more loud, more exciting. He returned to a section he played previously but Lafayette found he still loved it even more the second time around. 

The silent, eighth notes began crescendoing to something dramatic and tense. A large struggle indeed, perhaps a hard-fought battle with deaths to count but victory to celebrate. Lafayette was smiling wide. It was thrilling and beautiful and it ended with a peaceful finish to a cheering Lafayette.

“George! That was brilliant! I did not know you could play like that!” He smiled, unfrozen from his amazement. He ran to George who turned to Lafyette with a faint smile, a faraway look in his eyes.

“Yes, it’s been some time since I have played, but I have always harbored a fondness for this piece.”

“Did you write it?”

“Oh goodness no. I’m afraid I do not possess the talent. I found it in what was once the home of a brilliant composer.”

“Was once the home?” Lafayette asked. George suddenly grinned, however brief it shocked Lafayette. The malicious glint in his eye, the way it felt more like a bearing of fangs than a smile sent chills down his spine.

“We razed that whole village. The composer wrote this thinking them to have won a victory against the witch, but little did they realize they were up against an entire army.” He grinned and Lafayette shivered again, growing slightly. He had never seen such a vile look on George’s face before. Never heard him talk of destruction so casually. Who was this witch he spoke of? The army? Was this army the same people he knew now? Lafayette looked to the side, staring at a large painting. 

“You do not like to hear that.” George remarked, malice gone from his voice. He sighed. “You’ll have to forgive an old soul for getting lost in his memories. It was long ago, I was under the wrong influence, we all were. I know that I shouldn’t consider that victory well, a victory, but we had suffered so many losses just recently and almost lost Ben even. It was a nice reassurance.” Lafayette huffed. “My I have truly stumbled haven’t I.” He chuckled. “It was a battle that should never have been fought, I know this to the full extent now, believe me. We are not the senseless killers we once were, I apologize if I have offended you.” He offered, pulling on his sleeves to try and tempt Lafayette to turn around and look at him.

With a sigh Lafayette closed his eyes and turned around. “I never like to pass judgment for a person based upon their past self.” He began slowly, “and judging by the state of that paper what you speak of was not recent. It's just, I don’t like to be reminded is all.” George frowned in sympathy.

“Of course not. It was wrong of me to ever speak highly of it. What we did was selfish and cruel, and that event still comes up as one of my biggest regrets, no matter the victory.” Lafayette snorted.

“You sure changed your tone fast. Why does it matter what I think of you anyway?”

“Lafayette…” He began, staring at him , his gaze full of zeal and such steadfastness it made him shiver. George gently grabbed his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles. Lafayette’s knees felt weak, his look, the act, it felt like worship. His hands trembled when George finally released his palm. 

George did not say another word and Lafayette gulped, his head spinning and his cheeks blushing intensely. He felt hot and his knees still seemed like jelly beneath him but he was frozen where he stood. Then he suddenly sat on the piano bench next to George. 

“Could you show me how to play?” He practically whispered after a moment. Lafayette watched in amazement as George’s face lit up. 

“I would be delighted to.”

George began showing him the very basics, which would have been unbearably boring if it was being taught by anyone but George. Watching him play, feeling his cold hands press against his own to show him exactly how to play, exactly which finger should be placed where. When he stood to watch over Lafayette as he slowly played a very simple piece. His hand traced down his spine, feeling and pressing over the little bones as he hunched in concentration. And when he pressed a breath right against his neck it made his face turn bright red, made his stomach flip, and his heart beat fast. After some hours passed, Lafayette was a blushing mess of heat. 

He was a damn traitor for letting this vampire woo him so, but it was damn near impossible because there was no reason for him to touch him nor his hands that often. Despite himself, Lafayette smiled. Oh he was such a fool.

The next night there was a new visitor at their door. She flashed Lafayette a tight-lipped smile, waiting expectantly to be let in. Lafayette stuttered, inviting her inside. She smiled wide and Lafayette involuntarily shuddered at the sight of her sharp canines.

“Might I ask who you are?” Lafayette politely smiled once she closed her lacy parasol and handed it to Lafyette. 

“Mrs Angelica Schuyler, I believe you’ve met my sisters.”

“Schuyler? Oh my, you must forgive me, I did not realize Peggy and Eliza had another sister.” She smiled fondly at that, eyes distant.

“Sister might be a strange word as Peggy and Eliza are both my descendants, but we love each other as sisters.” 

“Oh, so you were reunited with your family? That is wonderful to hear.” She let out a laugh, not unkind, sweet and genuine with a piercing edge.

“My many great granddaughters, yes. It is so nice to know them.”

“Oh, but forgive my inquiries, you are here to speak to George, yes?” 

“Do you always refer to him as George?” She asked, head tilted, giving Lafayette a sideways glance. 

“Oh.” Lafayette’s face flushed. “Well I suppose I never asked. He has never told me otherwise.”

“There is no need to fret.” She smiled, “I only wonder why he allows you such privilege when the rest of us must only know him as ‘Mr Washington’, but it is quite silly.” She grinned and Lafayette feebly nodded his head in agreement. 

“Mrs Angelica Schuyler, is that you?” George called from the top of the stairs. “I am glad to see you returned to us safe.”

“And with quite the story to tell too.” She added, looking up, confidence pouring from her steely gaze.

“Lafayette, would you mind making us some tea? Mrs Schuyler, I’ll see you in the parlor.” Lafayette nodded quickly, jumping on his toes and heading to the back door in the kitchen.

He walked the path he knew quickly to the little icehouse just beyond the house. Lafayette had been fascinated by it at first, not knowing many homes out here to have them, but George seemed determined to place his own by his home. 

Lafayette worked his way down the ladder, feeling the cold chill rise. He quickly grabbed the bottles of saved blood, tucked them under his arm and climbed back up the ladder to the more refreshing night air. 

He made his way back inside the house and quickly warmed the blood a bit and poured it into nice little tea cups that would be hell to clean later. Lafayette really needed to find a way to prevent the blood from staining so badly. He smiled, wondering if Abraham might know anything. He brought out the cups on saucers and a nice serving plate to the serious conversation Angelica and George seemed to be engaged in.  

“So Townsend is getting skittish on us, is he?”

“As he is so often prone to do, but Abigail is doing as wonderful as ever.”

Lafayette quickly scurried out before he heard something not for his ears.

“Lafayette.” George called out calmly. Lafayette swallowed down his worry and walked back inside the parlor. “Why don’t you stay?” He brought his teacup to his lips.

Lafayette wrung his hands together, casting quick glances to Angelica who seemed completely peaceful and calm, lounging comfortably in her high-back chair. Lafayette took a deep breath and brought his hands to his sides.

“Of course, sir.” He moved to stand next to George, heart now beating in excitement.

“Why do you stand when there is room on the couch?” Lafayette caught Angelica smiling to herself while George looked up at him, gesturing to the space next to him.

A blush warmed Lafayette’s cheeks as he rushed to sit down, knees pressed together, his hands settled in his lap, heart still not ceasing it’s beating.

“Are you two finished now?” Angelica chimed, amused glint in her eye. Lafayette shifted, taking another deep breath, relaxing into his place next to the much calmer George. “Good.”

“Now, the Council remains impartial on our business and is still unaware of my association, but after they put Rivington on trial, Townsend refuses to help us. I’ve tried to reason with him that he has no reason to fear for this kind of punishment even if he was put on trial, but the skittish man won’t budge.” Angelica calmly told, eyebrows pinched.

“But you said the business with Abigail remains the same?” George said from so close next to him, sending shivers down Lafayette’s spine.

“Yes, although she still worries for Cicero’s health and safety. She would abandon us in an instant if it meant protecting her son.”

“As I’ve always known.” George sighed. “Did you give her my recommended remedy for Cicero?”

“Of course, but he still struggles. Now he is plagued by chills so terrible he can’t rise from bed in the morning because he is shaking so terribly.” She frowned. George sighed, staring into his cup.

“Yes, I remember the feeling. I’m afraid I never found a way to be rid of those. Is Abigail still resistant to our...cure?” He paused momentarily, likely choosing the right words to say in Lafayette’s presence.

Angelica let out an annoyed sigh and fixed George with a glare. “You know she is.”

“Yes. Well remind her that this sickness is only temporary.”

“I have.” She remarked, calmly taking another sip from her cup, her lips stained red.

Lafayette moved to push a stray curl from his face and jumped when his hand accidentally landed right on top of George’s when he set it back down. He blushed in embarrassment and placed his hand back in his lap, not glancing at George to see if the calm on his face had shifted. It had, but Lafayette never looked up and noticed.

Angelica smiled to herself again. “Well, was there anything else you needed to hear from me? I am sorry to rush, it’s just I have not seen my sisters yet and I am a little frantic to be reunited with them after so long.”

“Yes, of course,” George cleared his throat. “I believe that is all I needed to hear from you. Thank you, Mrs Schuyler.”

“Thank you for the tea.” She grinned, rising from her chair, setting the teacup down on the side table.

Lafayette rushed to stand to help Angelica gather her hat and parasol. Lafayette heard the clatter of porcelain from the parlor and smiled to himself. Angelica fixed her hat to her head, and hooked her parasol on her arm.

“Lafayette, would you mind terribly walking with me to the tavern?” She smiled lightly.

“Of course not, Mrs Schuyler.” Lafayette nodded, already opening the door for her.

“Thank you.” She smiled, stepping out into the cool night air.

The sky was lit up by a bright full moon, casting funny shadows on the trees surrounding them. Crickets chirped happily from their hiding places in the grass and the occasional owl could be heard hooting its unique melody. Angelica’s boots crunched on the ground as they walked down the familiar path to town. She stared ahead, head not looking down for a moment, that amused yet small smile still on her face as if she was thinking of a joke.

“I’m sure you know I can get to the tavern on my own.” She suddenly broke through the nightlife. Lafayette nodded, unsure if she even looked his way. “There are a few things I wanted to tell you, Lafayette. Things he likely won’t ever tell you.” Lafayette tried to keep his heart calm, but his head turned in confusion and curiosity.

“Now, know that he has his reasons, just as I have mine for wanting to let you in on a little secret.”

“A secret?” Angelica grinned wide at that, keeping him in suspense before she responded.

“He’s scared of you, you know.”

“Who? George?” Lafayette laughed. “That’s silly.”

“Oh Lafayette, sweetheart, you have no idea the kind of trouble he’s wrapped up in right now.” The amused look never left.

“Trouble? What kind of trouble?” Lafayette felt his fist clench as did his chest burn at the thought of George being in trouble and not telling Lafayette. He didn’t spend five years as a sea captain to learn nothing about combat and dealing with situations.

Angelica’s laugh suddenly pierced through the air.

“It’s not the sort of trouble that can be solved with fists, Lafayette.”

“Right.” He breathed, unclenching his fist, not realizing how angry he had become until she pointed it out to him.

“No, I shan’t tell you more than that. But it’s something to keep in mind. He’s not as, oh how should I put it, emotionally intelligent, as you might think him.”

“I suppose I don’t think him to have many emotions.” Lafayette smiled.

“In a way he doesn’t.” Angelica smiled. “But, I think I should be on my way before I say something I shouldn’t. I will see you around, Lafayette. Your journey is only just beginning.” She grinned wide, fangs flashing in the bright moonlight then she suddenly turned to a cloud of smoke and he watched as a bat flew off from the smoke.

How incredibly fascinating! Lafayette had never seen a vampire turn into a bat, and was of the mind that that was another false rumor he took to be fact. But there was no mistaking what he just witnessed. He smiled as he turned around to head back to his home.

He wondered what Angelica meant by all she said. George was scared of him? Why, Lafayette knew he could hold his own but in a match of strength but against George there was no denying who would be triumphant. And what sort of trouble could Angelica be talking about? Emotional trouble? But what like that could be troubling him?

Lafayette blushed to think it might be himself, that perhaps his foolish feelings were at least a little bit reciprocated. But no, that wasn’t something he should want even if those dreams plagued him more often. 

He sighed and took a breath of the fresh, clean air. He smiled, taking in the sounds around him and the beautiful moon that lit his path, the way she cast shadows between the branches to create mosaics on the dirt.

Then a twig snapped. 

It was louder than anything else and Lafayette found himself spinning around, blood rushing in his ears as he grabbed his dagger from its hiding place in his vest. He licked his lips and scanned the surrounding wood, expecting something to come charging at him at any moment.

The crickets only continued to chirp and no more disturbances occurred. Lafayette sighed, it was surely just a deer or other creature who just stepped on a rotting twig. Such a sound wasn’t so alarming, but the hairs on the back of Lafayette’s neck stayed high. He kept his dagger in his palm as he continued his journey.

He could see the barely emanating candlelight from their house and he felt a relief fill him at the sight. Then he heard George shout.

“Lafayette! Lafayette!” He called out, clearly distressed and panicked. Lafayette cursed and ran towards the sound when he heard a fast rustle in the trees, the snapping of multiple branches in a mere second. Lafayette yelped and faced the sound as he was tackled to the ground by a snarling wolf beast.

Chapter Six

Lafayette’s instincts kicked in as the beast's claws started digging into his stomach, searing pain threatening to overwhelm his senses. Tears began filling his eyes, but he would not allow himself to fall today. He tried to focus his attention on fighting back, hooking his legs around the beast as it drew blood. He lunged and threw all his weight, begging it to be enough to give him the upper hand.

In an instant, he suddenly found he was on top of the beast and wasted no time plunging the dagger into the creature’s breast before it’s claws could find his skin again. It cried out and whimpered as Lafayette continued to stab him over and over, his hands shaking violently, his chest tight with that too-familiar anger. He yelled before stabbing the beast one last time as he began to transform into a human beneath him.

Lafayette quickly stood, chest heaving, his whole body shaking with adrenaline. There wasn’t any time to think about what had happened. He had to find George. Another creature emerged from the wood, but Lafayette wasted no time quickly hooking his arm underneath it, pining it to the ground, and stabbing it until he felt assured it was dead. His heart was pounding faster than he thought possible, but his anger felt sated, he was satisfied.

He shouted when a cloaked figure suddenly emerged to grip his arms. Lafayette almost stabbed whoever it was until he realized it was George.

His breathing was ragged and heavy, his whole body trembling as he pressed close to Lafayette for support. Lafayette’s face scrunched in anger, body burning hot again at the awful sight. Whoever did this to him was going to pay.

“Are you-” he coughed, voice raspy and weak, “Are you alright, Lafayette?”

“Forget me!” Lafayette spat, “we need to get inside.” He held his bloodied dagger tight with one hand, the other trying to keep George balanced as he stumbled to the porch.

Lafayette heard a roar and saw teeth and claws lunging right for them. Lafayette flung George to the side, spread his feet wide apart to stab and fling the monster down in a quick, almost thoughtless instinct. He threw all his weight down, gasped and watched as the beast cried out, slowly turning back to its human self.

With a gulp and a steadying breath, Lafayette opened the front door and helped George inside, slamming the front door behind him.

“They can’t...get us in here.” George croaked out.

“George, what happened?” Lafayette shouted, throwing his dagger to the side to rush to George. Tears flooded his eyes when he got a good look at George, the adrenaline seeping away to gut wrenching terror, panic. There was a deep gash cut right through his clothes and into his stomach, and even his arms. He gasped and choked back his tears, so overwhelmed with concern. 

“I should’ve- should’ve been more careful.” He gasped, one hand gripping his earring so tight it was tugging harshly on his ear.

“What- what can I do to help?” Lafayette panicked. He could treat cuts and scrapes, even fix up a bullet wound if he had to, but an injury of this size- he wouldn’t know where to begin.

Blood slowly trickled out of the deep red wound, but Lafayette feared if this wound was on a human there would be too much blood.

“I can- I can heal on my- own.” He gasped out, eyes shutting tight as tears began to pour from his eyes. Lafayette pressed a trembling hand to George’s face, the other gripping George’s hand soaked in his own blood. “But I need- what I need is-“ Lafayette’s heart dropped. A victim. George needed fresh blood.

His heart hammered in his chest.

“Lafayette I’m sorry.” George gasped. Lafayette snapped his hand away from George and left him to fall to the ground at the loss of his support. Upon hearing the heavy thud of George hitting the ground, Lafayette felt his heart sink and he rushed to the ground. Why did he do that? It was just fear and overwhelming emotions all at once.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Lafayette rambled, propping George against the wall. “I was scared and- and not thinking.” He swallowed, realizing his tongue was drastically dry.

“Lafayette, please.” George gasped, voice too broken and strained for Lafayette to bear hearing any longer. “Go to the next town. Find me someone. Take my-“ he coughed again, “my knife in my room. Wait- until sunrise.” Lafayette took a gulp down his dry throat.

Lafayette did not want to leave. Dammit, the worst thing he could do was leave George alone like this but, if George couldn’t then...“Will you be ok like this?”

“If you hurry.”

“But George I- surely there must be something I can do to help you until I get back!”

“You don’t- you don’t want that.” Lafayette’s chest tightened as a gasp escaped him. There was a way he could help. George wasn’t asking for it, Lafayette didn’t have to. He gulped, swallowing his pride and fear down.

“Do you need,” he paused, “me?”

“No.” He glared at Lafayette, but he would not stand down easily.

“George, if you can’t survive until I get back-“

“No!” He shouted, that single syllable ending in a cough that had him doubling over in pain as more tears escaped his eyes. Lafayette bit the inside of his lip. He was terrified that if he left George he would be leaving him to die. Why did that make him feel so bad? Dammit to hell, Lafayette couldn’t lose George! 

He didn’t care about the killing, didn’t care about the annoyingly secretive ways about him, it didn’t matter. Lafayette, Lafayette cared so much for this man, this vampire. The tears he was holding back from before suddenly began pouring from his eyes.

“I’ll be fine if you- hurry.” He wheezed.

“George I-” Lafayette cried. Allowed himself just a moment before collecting himself. There was nothing else to do. He pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead, a promise. “I promise I’ll hurry.”

“Thank you.” He whispered, eyes full of joy despite the pain searing his abdomen.

Lafayette stood and held himself tall and straight, getting his mind on the task and wiping the last tear from his eye. Find George’s knife, get to the next town, find a victim, bring them all the way here for George to eat. Yes. But first, he had some wounds of his own that could use dressing. He had a few hours to prepare before the sun rose and the moon dissipated. He didn’t have a moment to spare.

He rushed down the hallway leaving George behind in the hallway, and leaving his still bloodied dagger on the floor for the curious vampire to reach out and touch, causing him to jump as he burned his hand on the pure silver. George frowned, a deep scowl set on his face as he stared, wondering how long Lafayette had been keeping that on his person.

Pushing back his curtains, Lafayette saw the first bit of sunlight peeking over the horizon. He shut the curtain closed tight and ran down the stairs to find George still sitting against the wall just beyond the door. Lafayette frowned, and poked him awake, asking if he wanted to be moved to a more comfortable spot. George shook his head and asked him to just hurry. Lafayette inhaled a shaky breath, hands gripping the satchel he’d packed. Hurry.

Lafayette nodded his head, a determined look on his face.

“I will. George, I promise I will.” He watched George slowly smile, a painful looking action. After another moment, he carefully opened up the door to not allow more than a sliver of sunlight inside. And he was off on his journey.

His heart pounded furiously as he pressed his hand against George’s knife for a reminder, comfort. It was certainly less ominous than nighttime. The birds were happily singing and the wood was bathed in a warm and soothing yellow. But Lafayette did not like that the corpses were missing. But he had a mission he had to focus on. Get George a victim and fast.

He felt that dread suddenly drop in his stomach at the thought. The feeling that what he was doing was wrong. Lafayette would have to kidnap someone, unseen to bring back for George to kill. But if he didn’t, George would die. And if he did, an innocent person would die.

Lafayette took a deep breath of fresh, morning air. There were some people that the world could do without, right? Maybe if he just found a terrible person he wouldn’t feel so sick for leading them to their death. But did he have the time to find a so-called ‘terrible person’ ? And he still wasn’t entirely sure on the part of the plan that required getting a still-living person on a horse all the way back home.

The trees disappeared in the background as Lafayette made his way into town, the low peaks of buildings and the church coming into view. He grabbed a horse from the stables, promising the man he’d take good care of her and be back with her by nightfall if he was lucky.

The closest town was still a good hour away on paths not used often by others, hopefully making his journey back easy. He idly placed one hand to the dagger resting at his hip while the other gripped the horse’s reins. He traced the intricate patterns engraved on the scabbard while keeping an eye out for any enemies.

The image suddenly flashed in his mind of George weak and dying alone in their house. and Lafayette spurred his horse to go a little faster. He passed a few people on occasion, simply nodding at them and then going on his way. There was a group of three men, each on horseback approaching him from the opposite side of the road. They looked like the gruff type to cause trouble if Lafayette stared a moment too long so he turned his gaze the other way, completely ignoring them.

“‘Ey!” One of the men called out, suddenly blocking Lafayette’s path. Lafayette huffed and stopped himself from slitting his throat right then and there because there was now no situation where this would end well. “What’re you doin with a thing like that round your neck?”

The other two men crept around him to circle him in. Lafayette scowled. So this was how it was going to be? “Excuse me gentlemen,” Lafayette smiled his most polite, charming smile. “But I really must be getting into town.”

“Not with a thing like that on your neck you ain’t. Who the hells do you think you are, you little molly?” The men laughed and Lafayette felt his restraint snap with a glare. Lafayette locked in a glare with their leader, knowing this tense peace would only be lasting a second longer.

He cast quick glances at the other two men, hand subtly reaching down to George’s dagger. The man behind him cried out, “What do you think you’re gonna do with that?” He sneered and the others laughed. Lafayette’s hand twitched, rage turning his face hot as he suddenly threw the dagger at the cackling man. The moment the dagger left his fingers, his heart sunk. He just threw away his chance at getting out of this mess.

His eyes went wide in shock as he watched it pierce the man’s throat with perfect precision. He gasped, so that was why George wanted him to have this. 

He smiled in satisfaction as the man collapsed to the ground, grasping at the dagger in his throat. The others gasped and backed away slowly, glancing quickly to the side. They were already looking to escape. Lafayette huffed and jumped off his horse to grab at the bloody dagger and fling it in the general direction of the other man. He waited until he heard that sickly crack and gurgling that let him know he hit his target. The leader nervously fumbled for his dagger as he jumped off his horse to fight Lafayette. He was visibly shaking like a leaf, holding his knife up to him, gasping for air.

Lafayette just smiled cooly as he removed the dagger from his last victim. The man stood with his feet apart, poised to strike but all Lafayette felt was calm. He turned the bloody dagger over in his hand, getting ready to throw it and watched with satisfaction as the man flinched.

In two quick strides he was right in front of the trembling man. He wordlessly wretched the dagger from his hand and tossed it on the ground. He held the dagger at a point to his neck and glared, the temptation to spit on his face all too real as he snarled.

“You’re coming with me, molly.” He hissed back. He expected the man to fight, to punch him hard in the face and make him work for George’s victim, but he looked more paralyzed with fear than ready to fight. Huffing, Lafayette yanked the man’s arm to pull him to his unsuspecting horse. She snorted and pawed at the ground as Lafayette pushed the man up, quickly following behind him.

The man grabbed the reins with a dazed, fearful look in his eyes. Lafayette wrapped his arms around his waist to point the dagger into his stomach. The man gasped and Lafayette could feel him shaking.

“Where...?” He breathed out, looking nervously at Lafayette.

“Do you know the back way to Milford?”

“Yeah.”

“Go that way, follow my instructions when I tell you because we are not going into town, you understand?” He meekly nodded his head and Lafayette felt his heart surge with a strange feeling of pride.

Lafayette spurred the horse to begin trotting, making sure the man who limply held the reins would take them the right way. He removed his arm from his waist when he saw others approaching, but made sure to keep the dagger poking on his back, a reminder. Lafayette smiled sweetly at them, while they nodded their heads back in greeting.

The journey back was short, and soon Lafayette was directing the man around town through the thick woods to ensure they were not seen by more people than necessary.

“What are you?” The man whispered fearfully as they began to approach his home, the sun still high in the sky, still shaking.

Lafayette laughed. “I’m afraid I’m ordinary.”

“What are you gonna do with me?”

“What is with these questions all of a sudden?” He grumbled.

“I mean, why not just kill me? I don’t understand what you could want with me.” He smiled to himself.

“You’ll see in time just how important you are to me.” And him. He thought wickedly. 

Then he suddenly gulped, when did he become so cruel? Well, he was terribly provoked. It was not as if the man did not deserve what was coming his way. Lafayette was sure he was not the first to have had that word hurled from this man’s mouth right after a piercing dagger. There was likely more blood on this man’s hands than Lafayette’s. He was the one who cleaned the blood, not spilt it. Only when he had to, of course.

Lafayette saw the house in the distance, slowly rising closer to view. The man suddenly let out a gasp, beginning to squirm away.

“I know this house! Oh please, please. Not me! Why me?”

“Maybe if you wouldn’t provoke strangers and steal from them, you would not be in this spot hm?” He spat, “Now keep going! There’s no escaping now.” If the man was smart he would’ve jumped off the horse and ran, knowing Lafayette couldn’t attack without spoiling his blood and he was carrying no ice to preserve it. But it seemed the man was unaware of this solution. Or perhaps he still didn’t truly know what he was walking into.

Lafayette yanked at the man’s rough shirt as soon as he dismounted from the horse. The rope slipped from his one hand multiple times as he tried to tie the horse down, but he could not lose his catch now. Not when he was so close to helping George.

The man was rigid and hard to move as he dragged him to the front door. He had to be careful to not swing the door wide open as he went in first, pulling the man behind him and slamming the door shut with a loud thud. He stood shaking in the hallway, wide eyes glued to the vampire Lafayette left behind.

Lafayette let out a gasp when his eyes took in his form. Decayed and grey, looking as if he had aged to his true sickly form. For an agonizing moment Lafayette feared him dead until with struggle, he raised his head and opened his heavy eyelids. They were grey and horribly bloodshot, never before did George look so like a dead man walking. Lafayette’s heart raced in his chest at the sight. He could see the man trembling and Lafayette gulped and shoved him forward roughly.

All he heard was a fast shuffle followed by a sick crack and the strangled cry of the man as George clamped down on his neck, chasing the blood dripping down. Lafayette stood frozen, eyes glued and watching as the glow of life was slowly drained from the man and returned to George. It was incredible to watch as his sagging skin pulled back into place, the grey replaced with color, every moment his grip on the man seemed to become tighter and stronger. And the George he recognized was before him once more, leaving the slumping body on the floor.

Lafayette tore his gaze from the glassy eyes to meet George’s, a chill running down his back the moment he did. He suppressed another shiver as his tongue darted out to catch a drop of blood. His gaze then turned dark, brows furrowing together and Lafayette felt hesitant to step any closer, grateful for the distance between them.

“What were you doing with that dagger, Lafayette?” He hissed, low and cool but Lafayette could feel the mounting rage thick in the air.

“I- what- what dagger?”

“The silver!” He roared, launching to his feet far faster than any human could. Lafayette’s feet carried him backwards, his legs shaking. “The pure silver dagger on your person! You were carrying it around for God knows how long. What were you planning to do with it?” There was another inhumanly fast movement, too fast that Lafayette couldn’t think, only cry out in pain as his back collided with the front door. George was pressed close, his hands on either side of his head, baring his fangs and hissing. 

Lafayette’s heart was pounding so fast in his chest, his whole body shaking so terribly that tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Never once had he been so terrified of George, so aware of the strength he possessed.

“Please George, it is only my family dagger. I have carried it since I turned 13. I did not even realize that—!”

“And you expect me to believe you? What have you truly been after all this time? Gaining my trust, learning my secrets, stealing my heart, what is it for?” He spat right in his face, slamming his hand against the door so loud Lafayette heard the wood crack.

“George, please, I promise-“ his lips were stopped by something cold. Lafayette was stuck for another moment fearing what he felt was the cold kiss of death, but then he realized what his eyes were seeing. It was George. George who was pressed so close, George who kissed him with a certain hesitancy and urgency that turned into something clumsy. His eyes began slipping shut and just as his hands were going to pull him closer, George pulled away. By the time Lafayette opened his eyes he was facing the other direction.

“Clean up this body.” He spat harshly before stomping his feet down the hallway and into the darkness. Lafayette’s eyes were glazed and unfocused, every nerve in his body feeling on edge and agitated and just as he began to catch his breath his knees gave out beneath him.

He kissed him. Lafayette kissed a vampire. His tongue could taste the faintest hint of metallic blood still left over on his lips. Oh what would his grandmother say if she saw him now?

Chapter Seven

Lafayette found these last days with George to be particularly trying on his patience. George was aloof and the brief moments Lafayette caught a glimpse of him, he would suddenly snap at him about the dust he spotted in one nook or another. It was downright infuriating being on the receiving end of that man’s temper. But what was Lafayette supposed to do? It was like George expected him to do something, to say something, but why?

“Lafayette, there are reports in town of a strange killing of men on the way to Dayton. That wasn’t you was it?” He curtly began as soon as he opened the front door, the last dark cloud dissipating above the house. Lafayette set down his rag, but didn’t give George a second glance.

“And what does it matter?”

“It matters because you couldn’t clean up the mess you made.” He hissed, throwing his coat on the rack next to the door. Lafayette’s hand tensed around the cloth in his hand, scrubbing away at the blood of his latest victim that somehow made its way to the walls. He bit down on his tongue and could feel his jaw clenching tight.

“I was trying to get to you as fast as I could.” He clenched out, scrubbing harder on the wall.

“Be careful!” He snapped, “you’re going to scrub the wallpaper off.”

“Then do it yourself!” He cried, rage boiling over as he threw the rag at George who didn’t flinch. His eyes watched it fall before they settled on Lafayette once more, any semblance of peace gone, only black.

“You dare disrespect me?” His lips curled to reveal those sharp teeth, but Lafayette kept his gaze straight in his eyes. He would not be bullied into submission today.

“God forbid one of your pets disrespects you.” There was a loud bang as his back collided with the wall, George breathing furiously into his face as he seethed with rage. There was a shooting pain in his spine, but he still refused to show fear.

“I see right through your little facade, Lafayette. Don’t forget, I know you, you worshipped me.”

“I would hardly call being terrified to my knees worship!”

“I could kill you, Lafayette. Put an end to this ridiculousness right now.”

“And I could kill you right back.” There was a soft gasp as George’s eyes looked at his neck, noticing for the first time that he did not wear his necklace that was gifted to him. The thin silver chain that hung around his neck just low enough to hide the cross that sat at the bottom.

“Do not act as if you are the only one with strength. As if you hold all the cards, as if I will come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. You’d best not cross me George or you will regret doing so greatly.” Lafayette watched George swallow, watched the tiniest glimmer of fear make its way on his face. Watched with glee at the way his eyebrows rose in shock before dropping back down to a scowl.

Without another word, he released Lafayette from his tight grip and turned on his heel.

“There is some blood still in the basement.”

Lafayette knew the cause of the temper, but truthfully he was terrified of acknowledging it. Of acknowledging anything he might have felt in that moment and other past moments. But George’s current attitude certainly made him less inclined to be so kind or caring toward him. Perhaps in that moment it had all come crashing down. The fantasy he was living, the lie he told himself. That this was good, that he was good. A killer, a monster was all he was. Somehow Lafayette forgot that. But surely he couldn’t allow himself to feel such things for him. There were too many other things to worry about, too many other things that could go horribly wrong one day. It was a foolish lie he told himself, that anything about George was not cruel, was not terrible. It should not be so difficult to convince himself of such truths. Did that make Lafayette a monster as well?

The next day there was a knock on their cracked front door. Lafayette let out a long sigh as he set down the dishes he was scrubbing to answer it, wiping his hands on a towel before he opened the door. 

“Ah! Alex and John. Yes, he was expecting you. Come in.” Alex and John gave each other a quick glance before stepping inside. They shrugged out of their coats, not saying a word as Lafayette rushed to grab them. “I would appreciate not being drained.” He mumbled as he threw the coats on the rack.

“Oh don’t worry, we know better.” Alex chuckled.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Lafayette hissed before he could control himself, hands frozen against his hips.

“Well come now, we all know George would kill us if we tried that again.”

“Yeah and it’s a real bummer too, you’re always so energetic.” Laurens sighed.

“I don’t know John, he’s tired today.”

“Stop reading me!” Lafayette shouted, his face red. “Just go upstairs, I’m sure he knows you’re here.” He pouted, turning around to return to the kitchen. 

He listened to their fading footsteps on the staircase, running his hand through his hair. Since when did he snap like that? Alex and John didn’t do anything wrong, it wasn’t their fault that Lafyette was feeling...tired. Yes that was actually a lovely way of putting it. He was exhausted. There was no worrying about it now, there always seemed to be things to do around the house since its occupants' attitudes had soured.

He was replacing some of the burned wood in the main fireplace with fresh pieces. The autumn weather had begun to make everything just cool enough that at least one small fire should be going to keep himself comfortable, but he rather missed not having to worry about it. And once winter started he feared he would have to suddenly become a lumberer. He had always assumed he would be able to ask for George’s help, but such an idea was out of the question now. 

Once it was properly burning well, Lafayette turned around to find candles that needed replacing. He had a system and it should be the time that most of the candles in the parlor need replacing. He would also need to pick up more candles for the library once he got the chance. 

There was suddenly a loud pop followed by the sizzle of something burning and Lafayette’s heart raced fast as he spun around to find the fireplace. His frantic mind began searching for signs of anything burning, but the fire continued crackling peacefully like it hadn’t scared him half to death. He stalked closer, hesitant to get a good look at whatever could have made that noise, mind running wild with strange and terrifying ideas. There was a letter! In the middle of the fire, it burned fiercely but the paper stayed intact. Fumbling around, he used the tongs to try and carefully pull the letter from the flames.

He yelped when he dropped the letter to the carpet, racing to catch it and prevent it from burning a hole through it. But of course, the letter wasn’t even a little hot. Lafayette found himself scowling at the strange letter that caused him so much fear. It was obviously another secret George did not bother to let him in on. A simple warning might have done him well, but alas, this letter likely needed to get to George now. Looking at the envelope, the only thing written on it was the name Abigail in a delicate and beautiful cursive. That name sounded familiar, but not enough to ring any bells.

He tucked the letter under his fingertips, bounding up the stairs to reach George in his room, discussing whatever it could have been with Alex and John. He could hear the mumble of their voices, George’s low and soothing voice. He paused at the door, suddenly hesitant to knock, hesitant to see his face scowling at him another time. The child in him wanted to slide the letter under the door and run down the stairs, heart caught in his throat. But in his indecisiveness, the door before him was flung open and there it was again. 

He set his face into a hard line, a deep scowl, holding his back a little straighter to match the man in front of him.

“What?” He barked.

“There was a letter in the fireplace. I’m assuming it’s yours.” He held it out, waiting for George to snatch it away from his fingers. His eyes settled on the name and Lafayette stared intently at the way his lips parted. He furiously ripped open the letter and scanned it’s contents, eyes widening as he swallowed. 

“I- I need to go.” He rushed, shoving the letter into his coat.

“Is everything alright, sir?” John asked, standing up.

“I will be back as soon as I can.” He pushed John aside to grab at amulets that had been carefully placed in a box. He grabbed a light green one and wrapped it around his wrist, then he threw open a drawer to begin shuffling around in there. He produced a small vial that from the looks of it contained a thick, pink substance. Suddenly that was shoved in his coat as well and George looked more like a blur the faster he shuffled around the room, pushing Hamilton and Laurens so much they were practically standing with him in the doorway.

“Lafayette,” Lafayette focused his eyes on George, suddenly motionless and looking right at him with that steadfast emotion he hadn’t witnessed in weeks. “I need you to take care of the house while I’m gone. And if there are any disturbances, anything you cannot handle, you must let me know immediately.” 

“Yes, of course.” Lafayette swallowed, his mouth dry.

“And I- I need you to wear the necklace again, ok? If we need each other I cannot help you without the connection.” Cold hands wrapped around his and Lafayette watched as his tough demeanor melted. His shoulders sunk, his voice softened and his eyebrows were raised just slightly, giving his face that perfect and innocent look of devotion Lafayette didn’t realize he had been craving so desperately. “Please, Lafayette. I know I cannot- should not- ah. But, please. I will be back as soon as I can.” His cheeks were hot and his heart was pounding and his hands were shaking ever so slightly until George clutched them tighter. He leaned forward to press a cold kiss to his forehead. “Be safe.” He whispered against his forehead, so close the breath left shivers down his spine.

“Of course.” He croaked out. Then in a puff of smoke he was gone, rising away to God knows where. Lafayette gulped as he stared ahead at the wall. George was gone, something was wrong and George was going to fix or help, but he was gone. Lafayette had never been alone before, had never felt so warm, had never suddenly felt nervous for George. Nervous that interaction could have been their last as he wrapped his arms around himself, cold making his whole body tremble. He felt his knees buckle as they so frequently did, but he was able to balance himself against the door instead of collapsing. 

“Lafayette are you alright?” Alex asked, rushing towards him.

“Yeah, what was all that?” John looked around like he was still confused, like George would appear any second. “Did you see who the letter was from?”

“The name Abigail was written on the envelope.” Lafayette sighed, uncurling his arms from around himself, feeling his breath steady. Something terrible had overtook him suddenly in the moment. The moment George embraced him, asked him to be safe. All his emotions had come back in such a rush and then he was just...gone. Gone and leaving Lafayette to deal with the aftermath on his own.

He heard John gasp next to him, then Alex speak up. “You don’t think something’s happened to her do you?”

“Let’s hope not.” John shook his head. “Or Townsend. I know he was having trouble recently, but I didn’t think he would actually get caught. Alex, what if-”

“Ok, that’s enough, John.” Alex suddenly snapped. “There’s no use in speculating. We should just hope for the best. Lafayette, will you be alright on your own?”

“I will get along.” He nodded resolutely. “I promise.”

“Let any of us know if you need help. We’re not here to be enemies.” Alex smiled at him. 

“Thank you, I will.”

Lafayette wasn’t sure when the pair left, but when he heard the front door slam shut he knew that he was alone in the large home. But he stayed in George’s room, frozen and afraid to move. There was a desperate curiosity in him now, the need to know intermingling with the desire to never leave his space. With a deep breath, he was drawn in to the coffin placed proudly in the center of the room. He ran his fingertips over the intricate designs and patterns. Flowing leaves, vines, and birds made up the etchings around the side. It was oddly quaint and lovely for a vampire and the pattern reminded him of the ones woven onto some of his best waistcoats. Lafayette wanted to throw the lid of the coffin, inspect it’s inside. He wanted to know if it was warm, if it was plush, if it would remind him of the first time he saw George sleeping. Then if it would hurl him back into the past and his doomed ship and crew. He never got to say goodbye, was never given the chance to apologize. George selfishly took so he could have him for himself. George stalked him throughout his entire life, he forced himself into every aspect of his life, hunting Lafayette down until he was in his clutches. So then, why was Lafayette suddenly so desperately needing him to be by his side? Needing to know, needing to be reassured that he would be returned to him safely?

Lafayette fell to his knees by the coffin, tears pricking at his eyes, lump forming thick in his throat as he cried. 

Chapter Eight

“Walls have ears, doors have eyes, trees have voices, beasts tell lies. Beware the rain, beware the snow, beware the man you think you know.” -??????

It was strange and eerie to be in the house by himself. Every squeaky board, drafty wind, even the fire had him jumping and his heart pounding. He had never been alone in it before and while he wanted to search and find dangerous things, the things George wouldn’t let him see, he ultimately decided he would rather wait than see something horrible. And besides, Lafayette understood the want to keep certain things private. Lafayette often desired to keep everything about his childhood and his own past private when it came to curious strangers. So he continued about his daily business as if nothing was wrong.

But every night when he laid down in bed, that was when he became hyper aware of the sounds surrounding him. The rustle of leaves, the house settling and groaning, even the occasional scratching of an animal outside had him constantly waking up. He hadn’t realized until he was gone how safe he felt with George around. Lafayette was not weak, was not the kind to run from a fight...but there was something about being attacked in his sleep, about not even getting the chance to fight that left him shaking and in a cold sweat.

It had been a week since George left, and Lafayette foolishly missed him more everyday. Every time he would round a corner he would expect to see George, or hear the sounds of him playing the piano, even the sound of him pacing in his room. But there was nothing. He was still gone. There was no one to fill his time with pleasant, strange conversation, no one to guilt into helping him. He was quite lonely Lafayette realized one quiet night. Then a week after George’s departure, looking at the calendar Lafayette realized it was his birthday.

Yes, how old was he now? 27? 26? He had a few birthdays on the sea that he admittedly forgot to count, but he knew it was something like that. It didn’t matter much to him and it wasn’t as if it was a mystery, all he had to do was count his birth year to this year. The celebration of a birthday became a not so fun occasion the older he got and the wiser he became to the fact that his birthday celebrations were simply ways for his family to show off their wealth to other families. It was petty and cruel and downright ridiculous. All this was to say, Lafayette preferred to treat the day like every other day. Although it did bother him to be alone. He couldn’t help but wonder if George had something planned. Another gift perhaps? Or would he have played him a song? Took him into town to buy him a sweet? He did not realizing he began smiling at the thought of spending a whole day with George, black cloud protecting him, as they leisurely enjoyed the simple pleasantries Milford had to offer.

The sharp knock on the door shocked Lafayette so badly he jumped and dropped the candle he had been holding. Thank God he already blew out the flame. He quickly set the candle on the table and ran over to answer the door, but he stopped just short of the handle. He did not know who would be on the other side of the door. George told him to be careful, to take care of this place, but who could possibly be at George’s door? He had not made it known he would be having visitors.

Taking a deep breath and leaving one hand on top of his dagger, he slowly opened the door, so slow it creaked loudly throughout the quiet house. Ah! But it was a familiar face. Lafayette’s shoulders relaxed and his lips turned up in a small smile. 

“Caleb, Yes?” He asked the bearded man he recognized from dinner. 

“The one and only.” He smiled brightly, rocking back and forth on his heels. “I’m here to deliver you a gift from George. Today is your birthday, right?”

“Oh! Yes, it is.” The smile did not reach his eyes. “Did he send you after he had to leave?”

“Leave? He ain’t here now? No, he’s wanted to gift you this for months now. Has been planning it ever since you arrived.”

“Wait...you don’t mean...”

“Oh I do mean.” He smiled bright and turned around to yell at a person supposedly hiding just at the bottom of the stairs. 

Lafayette’s heart began pounding in his chest, his mouth felt dry and he suddenly could not hear anything over the pounding in his ears. Dear God, he wasn’t joking.

“Lafayette? Is that- is that you?” At seeing the man’s fresh face, bright and cheery like he’d always remembered it, there was no hiding the surge of excitement that coursed through him as he threw his arms around the familiar man. He felt crushed by that hug like he hadn’t known in months and he was weeping freely into his shoulder.

“Hercules!” He squealed, “Hercules! It is you!” He stayed secured in that embrace for what could have been an hour, sniffling and crying at the relief, the joy, the disbelief. His best friend was here! Was hugging him tightly and crying as well, oh God could there be a more joyous moment? 

He wasn’t even sure when they parted, but he suddenly was looking at Hercules’s face and not his shoulder.

“Lafayette, I...what happened?” His face fell, the joyous bubble burst, leaving him to see the pain in his friend’s face. His lip was trembling just a little like it only would at the worst of times, usual soft eyes glistening and fearful. Did he not remember? Would it be up to Lafayette to explain that he was killed? Was killed by none other than the other inhabitant of this home? Who also happened to be the one slowly stealing Lafayette’s heart?

It hit Lafayette as his friend entered the house and Caleb waved goodbye. George gifted him his previously dead friend. And for what? To say he was sorry somehow? To win his affections? What the hell kind of ‘gift’ is this? 

Lafayette sat him down in the parlor.

Hercules looked around in wonder and confusion, not saying a word since he entered. Lafayette could not discern what the features on his face meant like he used to be able to do. His friend, dead months ago, now before him and too normal.

Lafayette brought out some hot tea and sat in the chair across from Hercules. He could not look into his eyes, so he looked into the dull tea and blew the drifting smoke rising and flowing.

“You live with him.” His steady voice interrupted his cloudy thoughts. He set the tea down, still unable to look up.

“So, you remember?” His voice was quiet, if he did not know his friend so well he would fear the other would not understand him. But Hercules never once seemed to have trouble understanding what he was saying, or look through his words to find his truth. It was the sort of honesty that only came with the best of friendships.

“He’s a monster, Gilbert.” Gilbert. Did he really need to call him Gilbert? And in that voice reserved for quietly scolding him, that tone of voice that said you should know better.

Lafayette sat up straighter and took a light breath. “Perhaps. But there are more and worse evils in this world. More evil than you and I will ever know and he-”

“And he is not excluded from this?” He remained steady, calm, but Lafayette could tell he was losing his patience just in his tone of voice. Lafayette looked up.

“Yes.” 

“What has he done to you?” And there was that goddamn pity again. “This is not the Lafayette I remember.” He whispered.

His chest burned at the accusation. “The Lafayette you remember?” His hands shook. “You were all dead! I was cornered! I-  Hercules what could I have done?”

“So you regret what you’ve done?”

There were tears falling from his eyes, he did not remember starting to cry, but he wiped them away anyway. “No. No- I- Hercules I have missed you so much.” He chuckled, smiling at the sudden remembered fact that he was here with Hercules! 

“I do not want you getting the wrong idea about me and him, Hercules.” He looked up and gave him a small smile. “We may have started on a rocky terrain but I- well against my better judgement I trust him.” he chuckled, “He even gave me a charm I can use, if I ever want to leave that is. I have never even once considered using it, well…”

“What?” His friend sprang forward.

“No, no! It is nothing like that. Only we have had a certain disagreement that has strained our relationship, and made him just...bitter.”

“What sort of disagreement?”

Lafayette laughed, “My dear friend, if I told you, you would kill George yourself!”

“That does not reassure me, Lafayette.”

“Well it’s simply that...he kissed me, Hercules. And now I don’t know what to do.”

“He did what?”

“Oh sit back down!” “You must understand it was not, well it is not unwanted. Pathetic, no?”

“Lafayette…” “It is only because-! Because he is so,” he smiled, “Handsome and charming. When I am with him I feel a warmth I have never known. It is so hard to describe, but I just want to be with him and have his love. But now…” He frowned, “Well now I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Only you would go and fall in love with a vampire.”

“Don’t say it like that!”

Bonus Deleted Scene??

But somehow...Lafayette found himself listening intently to the songs he played on the piano. He found himself rounding each corner with a beat in his heart, still hoping to run into him or see him lounging about or working like he was used to. The closest thing he got to seeing George was studying the paintings of him. What poor fool still longed for a vampire even after what happened to him? Not just the cold behavior, but before that, years before Lafayette stood a chance. At a time when a sweet, orange cat was his best friend.

“Ginger! Come and play with me!” Lafayette giggled, racing across the courtyard. The cat looked up from where he was napping in the sun, his eyelids droopy. He yawned wide, giving Lafayette a look at his sharp incisors and rough tongue. Smiling brightly, Lafayette poked the cat’s little tongue while it was mid-yawn. The cat suddenly closed it mouth swiftly, looking around bewildered until it’s gaze leveled on Lafayette, glaring and unamused.

Lafayette let out a loud laugh at the angry cat’s face. The cat turned its head and went to licking its paw.

“Oh come on, Ginger I was just messing with you. It’s too easy!” The cat looked back up at him and meowed. “Oh. I guess you really didn’t like that did you?” He meowed again, tail twitching in annoyance. “I’m sorry, Ginger. I promise I won’t do it again. Are you still mad?” Lafayette held out his finger to see if the cat would accept his peace offering and rub his cheek against it or turn his head.

Ginger let out a contented meow, gave his finger a little lick before rubbing his cheek against it. “Aw, thanks Ginger.” He grinned, giving him his whole hand. “But, are you sure you don’t want to play with me? I haven’t gotten to play all day. Mom is forcing me to take violin lessons now.” He grumbled, sitting down in front of the cat. Ginger stood up and stretched out his legs before looking at Lafayette and meowing again. “Really? Oh thank you, Ginger! You’re the best! Come on, let’s go!” The young boy eagerly got to his feet and starting running fast in the other direction, smiling and laughing and turning his head to make sure the cat was following him.

“George, what the hell was that about?” He mumbled to himself, sighing and sitting down in front of the fireplace. What could he have possibly wanted with a young boy? And...should Lafayette be more concerned about how long George has been wanting to kiss him? Or does it really matter now? No, was the answer. What mattered was that he would never be able to put those two together. They were two different friends to him at two very different times. And they both knew very different Lafayette’s. 

Lafayette stared into the weak embers of the fire, idly scratching at his skin, watching the little yellows and oranges fizzle out on the last pieces of wood. It wasn’t even cold out, Lafayette was just a little chilly so he lit a small fire for himself, but now... what was he doing?

He had a life, friends, a fine ship, and a finer crew. George took that all away from him, promised him something better. Was this what was supposed to be the better thing, the offer he couldn’t refuse? Why him? Why him? Why him?

#jacepens cleaning out wips #hamilton #turn: washington's spies #washette

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In Your Own Time

Intro: An Octopath Traveler draft!! About my favs Olberic and Erhardt. Extra notes I had are at the end!

Fandom/Tags: Octopath Traveler, Olberic/Erhardt, unfinished, angsty pining

In Your Own Time

The ale was bitter and burned his throat going down as he threw the alcohol l back in his throat. A wiser man shouldn’t  be so glum. A more grateful man wouldn't be sulking after just having won the tournament at Victors Hollow. His name would be remembered for years, they said. He defeated the reigning king, defeated Gustav, and now he was here. Drinking ale all by himself in a crowded, excited tavern.

The commotion was as loud as the song was terribly off-key.  In a flash he felt a pinch in his heart as he was reminded of times long gone spent in ale houses such as this one. He would even join in on the singing, his arm slung around the blond man’s shoulder, ale sloshing from his cup, the man’s laugh loud and cheerful.

Erhardt.

To think that that man was fueled by such revenge for so long. Did it make it better or worse that every moment they spent together was a lie? Better or worse that nothing changed Erhardt one day, that he was always plotting the same task, waiting for his perfect time to strike. 

He always wondered why Erhardt talked so little of his hometown, but then again, neither did Olberic. He could never have known of the town that no longer was, the lives that turned to ash before a young man’s eyes. The horrors that he must have witnessed are unimaginable even to Olberic. His people saw solace and hope in a king that cared naught for their plight. Olberic’s chest burned at the thought of sympathizing with the man who destroyed everything he had built, everything they had built.

When Erhradt betrayed Hornburg, he was not only betraying his country.

And yet, even so, it was times like this when he truly missed the man he once knew. His friend, his confidant, his love, but somehow that man was also his enemy. The one he despised most, the one that made him see red. The one that brought him here, the one that plagued so heavy on his mind-no matter what the thought was-it all stemmed from him. 

He took another swig of the ale. He wondered earlier if Erhardt now suffered as he did. If he had lost his purpose and now found himself aimless and wandering. Why did the thought bring him comfort? The idea that even now they shared in their thoughts, emotions. The idea that the understanding he seeked could still be found in Erhardt. That he would see him like he always did and suddenly they could be as they once were. 

“Draw your sword, Erhardt.”

“Olberic…”

“Now.” A small smile graced Erhardt’s face as he slowly pulled his word from his scabbard. The sword that killed a King.

“Very well.”

“I can end it for you Erhardt. All of it. Your anger, your pain, your regret… This lie your life has become.” He flexed his palm on the grip of his sword, words choking in his throat, heart aching in his chest. The battle between the man who wished to end Erhardt and give him peace had found solace. But at what cost? “I’ll cut you down and give you the peace you seek.”

“And will you?”

“When I search my heart, I find no room there for forgiveness. I find only…” He paused, trailing off. What did he find? If not forgiveness then what? “I should have bested you that day.” He whispered, “if only to save you from the monster you would become!” Erhardt’s gaze shifted, his feet changing weight. If Olberic didn’t know any better he would have said his eyes softened, a look of pity on his face, but he did not back down. 

“Let us fight! For warriors such as us there is no other way!” He bellowed throughout the empty cavern, his voice echoing back to him. He flinched, did he truly sound that angry? Erhardt turned, smile growing wider, his gaze fixed on the floor as he let out a soft chuckle.

“I could tell you to learn from my mistakes. But then, what right have I?” He seemed to be engaged in a conversation with himself. “Nay,” He grinned wider, turning to face him. Olberic held himself higher, recognizing that determined look in his old friend's eye. The one he saw before every fight, every duel, every battle, moments before he struck their king down. “We’ll do it your way. No holding back, eh, old friend?” He shook out his arms a few times before gripping his sword and raising it high. He flashed Olberic that same old grin he knew from years long gone. The one that made his heart flutter in a way it hadn’t before, the one that brought a blush to his cheeks, the one that made him hold his sword tighter. 

“I would not have it any other way.” Olberic found himself smiling back, ever so slightly, heart full like he hadn’t known in years at seeing his old friend’s resolve so strong and steadfast. But nothing would be forgiven that easily. 

“So be it!” Erhrdta shouted, smile replaced with that still familiar battle snarl. 

“In victory, truth!” Erhardt shouted, heart pounding fast in his chest, watching as Erhardt shifted his weight, his position, suddenly holding himself like a different man. Different than the one fighting lizardmen to protect a town, different even then the one he met so long ago. 

**

As a knight I could not protect my king, my realm, or my countrymen

Ophilia, could you also...pray for me?

Just holding his hair and face and shaky breaths.

     -why? Why are you here?

     -kiss. Do you feel better now?

     -I wish to see you again. As do I. Stay, while you can. I will

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[jacepens]

Discipline

Intro: This is another pretty simple kinky smut that was just left unfinished.

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, explicit, daddy kink (Sorry lol), dom/sub undertones

Explicit warning under the cut!

Lafayette had always shared a certain...intimacy with the General. Ever since his arrival he was granted special attention and affection that the others did not receive. Those affections soon turned into...certain comforts that can only be attained with another until it became a regular and quite frequent occurrence. There was no telling what sort of temperament Lafayette would find the General in when he entered his tent late at night. Whether it be exhaustion, frustration, despair, or desire, Lafayette saw it all. He was one of the few who was granted the fine rarity of seeing all the General’s moods. And when he felt, he felt with passion and fervor unlike any other Lafayette had ever witnessed.

The air around them felt suffocating and stagnant, as unyielding as the General was now, sitting above him. Lafayette could practically feel the anger radiating from him as he silently fumed. Lafayette gulped and bowed his head to stare at the ground. It was him he was mad at. After his terrible blunder on the battlefield, it cost them not only the skirmish, but the lives of men. There was no getting them back.

Lafayette’s breath hitched when the General yanked his hair and held the solid eye contact. Lafayette gulped and shifted on his calves, his feet losing feeling from how long he had been sitting on the floor at the General’s mercy. He let out a sigh, his mouth twitching as he stared at Lafayette. Lafayette sat patiently, heart furiously pounding in his chest expecting to be yelled at, chastised, scorned until he was ashamed to show his face in public.

The General let go of the tight grip in his hair and sunk back into the chair. Lafayette’s gaze fell downwards again, ashamed of himself. He felt tears sting his eyes as the silence continued, as Lafayette continued to play over and over what he had done wrong. His breath faltered as the tears traced down his cheeks.

“Why do you cry?” Lafayette suddenly stopped, surprised at hearing the General’s voice after so much silence.

“I am ashamed.” Lafayette whispered after he composed himself better.

“As you should be.” He spat furiously, voice barely hovering below a full shout. Lafayette slouched further into himself and willed back tears that formed in his eyes once more.

“I am so sorry.” He hoarsely cried out, too afraid to meet the General’s cold gaze.

“And what good do your sorry’s get us now?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, “nothing.”

“You will look at me when I speak with you.” He snapped, yanking on Lafayette’s hair. Lafayette gasped and continued to cry as the General glared at him from above. He ran his fingers through Lafayette’s hair in an almost tender gesture, the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

“There is very little you can do to mend what is broken.”

“I know, sir.” He whispered, strength returning little by little as the General continued to stroke his hair. Perhaps he wasn’t as angry as he thought, and Lafayette was sure he would do anything if it meant being number one in George’s eyes once more. He couldn’t live his life with being scorned by him.

“And just what are you willing to do to make things right again?”

“Anything.”

“Good answer.” He purred, making Lafayette blush at the implications of his General’s statement.

The hand in his hair left and Lafayette had to control himself to not whine or beg for more. He would have to sit and wait as he wouldn’t dare upset his General anymore. His heart began hammering even faster when he saw the General’s hands move to his pants. It took all the strength Lafayette had in him to not lean forward or help him in his excitement but he still squirmed, needing to be closer.

“And what are you so excited for?” He teased, threatening nature seemingly replaced by the one that drove Lafayette crazy. He sat forward on his knees and pouted when he would still not lavish him with attention or allow him any closer. His gaze trailed lower and fixed itself on the General’s hard cock, his mouth already salivating.

“What did I tell you about where you must look?” He snapped and Lafayette immediately responded. “This is no reward for you, you do not get rewards for failing me.” Lafayette frowned and let out a little whine, but the General was not amused. Lafayette wanted to rest his head against his knee, wanted to feel his hand sweetly petting his hair, oh it was torture to sit so still and not be granted what he wanted!

The General chuckled and Lafayette whined, becoming more and more impatient.

“You have always been such a needy, demanding thing. I’m shocked to see you acting with such restraint as you are now.”

Lafayette licked his lips and batted his eyelashes, turned to tempting him any way he could. He only chuckled once more as Lafayette pouted, his tricks not working.

“You know I think you a beauty.” Lafayette smiled, face lit up by the praise. “But even beauty’s make mistakes and I simply cannot let you go without punishment.” Lafayette sighed. The General pulled his head closer as he leaned down to whisper against Lafayette’s ear. “And if I catch you touching yourself, you’ll be in worse trouble than when we began, you understand me?” Lafayette shivered and gulped.

“Yes sir.”

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[jacepens]

I Write Sins not Tragedies

Intro: I don't remember much about this one, it's mostly just an unfinished smut fic without the smut

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, unfinished, suggestive

He heard the footsteps right outside his tent. Tentative and shy. George would have welcomed them in, but the feet quickly scuttled away before he could invite them in. That's odd. He thought to himself.

George Washington has known Lafayette for about a year now. From the moment he first met him, at a dinner party, he could see Lafayette was different from the other aristocrats seeking glory. He was tentative upon meeting the boy, afraid he was allied with another pompous aristocrat, but he was immediately pulled in by his charm. The marquis had a dazzling smile that left him feeling...strange. It wasn't until months later he was able to understand his feelings - and accept them. The beat in his heart he felt upon seeing him shirtless. The aching his heart felt as the boy wrapped him in a hug. Washington had heard stories of men like this, but he had far more important matters to deal with than self deprecating thoughts that truly meant nothing. There was no action on either of their parts, so no need to worry. He may have treated the boy differently than his other men but this was simply brushed aside as a father-son relationship. As months with Lafayette wore on, the more frantic his thoughts for the boy became. They would come in desperate bouts when the Frenchman did something as simple as cross his  legs at a meeting. George would notice this small movement and his mind would drift thinking things about how desperately George wanted to see those legs wrapped around his waist, or bent and spread on a bed, face down on knees as George fucked into his pretty ass. But then the thought was gone, as soon as it had come and his mind resumed his normal activities and thoughts. Until Lafayette’s next move.

**

A cloudy, starless night. A film covered the moon. Quiet wildlife making their presence known in absence of the sun. All of this was the background to George’s current situation. Weak. A well-decorated glass in one hand. His forehead in the other. A hand moved - bringing the glass to George’s lips as he took another gulp of the whiskey inside. He never liked to stoop to alcohol to solve his problems, but tonight was the exception. Having recently lost close to 1000 troops to desertion he was beginning to panic. He took another gulp of the burning whiskey-no! He refused to allow any thought of war into his mind. Morning was for war. Night was for whiskey. His sensed perked when he heard the crunching of dirt beneath strong boots. A man was coming to his tent. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this! Panic settled in as he attempted to hide his glass and bottle, failing miserably due to his hazed state. His tent flap was raised with a sweet, French

“George?” It was only Lafayette. George felt his pulse slow. He stood to greet the boy. 

“Lafayette!” he smiled, clapping his shoulder, “how wonderful to see you!” Lafayette chuckled at the mans broad smile, spotting the whiskey on his desk. Lafayette felt a twang of pity for his general, reduced to drinking.

“It’s a pleasure to see you as well George.” the marquis purred, leaning into George’s hand still on his shoulder. “I was hoping I could provide you with some company, seeing our worsening state I thought you could use some cheering up.” That sweet frenchman, George thought. He wanted nothing more than to kiss those red lips, Upturned in a smile. 

“That would be wonderful Lafayette, I would love your company.” He replied soberly. 

“Perfect!” Lafayette jumped, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. Lafayette began clearing away things off of George’s desk. Carefully minding papers, hiding the whiskey out of George’s site. “How would you like to play a game?” He smiled, turning to face the general once more. George’s face was red as he had just been examining Lafayette’s backside, but Lafayette dismissed it as the alcohol. 

“What kind of game?” George asked.

“I’ll show you!” Gilbert was practically jumping out of his shoes. Gilbert gestured for George to sit down while Lafayette moved a chair to sit next to George, touching their knees together. “I saw some troops playing this.” He explained, grabbing parchment and two quills. Lafayette then proceeded with a quill to draw two parallel lines, then two more perpendicular to the first two. Making for one complete square surrounded by squares missing one or two sides. George gave Lafayette a quizzical look. Lafayette proceeded to explain. “They call it tic-tac-toe, and the point is to get three x’s or o’s in a row.” Lafayette gestured to the small board he drew, but George still looked confused. “I’ll show you. One person is an x and the other one an o. For now I will be x and you can write o.” George nodded. “For now, I’ll go first. Now you want to strategically place the x or o wherever you want.” Lafayette said as he scribbled an x inside the middle square. “There. Now you can put your o anywhere on this board, and remember you do not want me to get three x’s in a row.” Lafayette gestured to show what a row was. “Now you can place your o.” He giggled. George chewed on his bottom lip. Unsure what to do. Alcohol was still clouding his brain and truthfully none of the words Lafayette was saying made sense. He tentatively drew an o in the top left corner. “Good!” Lafayette smiled, “now I’ll go again.” Lafayette placed x directly above his first, right of George’s o. Without saying a word Lafayette turned to look at George, brow furrowed, refusing to give any hints. Thinking he understood Lafayette, he placed his o underneath the middle x, stopping Lafayette. “Yes! You stopped me from winning!” George laughed, Lafayette seemed way too happy to have just lost.

“Is that it?” George asked.

“Non, silly!” Lafayette laughed, “It’s not over until one of us has three in a row.” Lafayette moved to place his next x but was stopped when George said.

“You know, Lafayette, I really appreciate the gesture but I’m feeling extremely tired. Can we just talk?” Lafayette smiled warmly,

“Of course George.” Lafayette didn’t move from his seat, knee still pressed firmly against George’s. For a moment George wanted to let go, to say the things he wanted to say. It was his drunken mind that said yes.

“Do you ever feel lonely, Lafayette?” Lafayette gave him a questioning look.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean the touch of a lover,” the boys eyes darkened in shock and appeal. “Stroking you in the night, holding you in winter, rough in moments of passion, tantalizing in moments of heat. Do you ever miss that?”

“Yes.” The word shot out of his mouth before he could stop it, filter his words. Not shoot out yes. Gilbert hadn’t even noticed how close George’s face was to his own, how the heat from their touching knees felt burning. Gilbert gulped meeting George’s eyes. Not the usual soft ones he had come to love, these were burning. Burning with desire as they trailed up and down his body. Gilbert felt helpless. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it. In a single moment George pressed his lips to Gilbert’s. One hand tangled in his curls, the other possessively grabbing his thigh. Gilbert let out a moan the moment their lips pressed, forgetting his dignity in the heat. George’s hot mouth kissing his lips over and over, gently biting down on his lower lip as Lafayette let out a little gasp. “George.” he stuttered out, “George w-we shouldn’t be doing this.” 

“Do you not want to?” He asked meeting his eyes.

“No, no.” Damn his mouth. “No, I. I want to. Oh god, I’ve wanted to for so long.” He breathed, their current situation truly sinking in on him. “What if someone catches us?” he asked. 

“Gilbert.” He teased, his lips gracing over his neck, leaning in to say, “you know you’re the only one who bursts in here with no warning. Everyone asks. Except you. It’s like you want to see something you know you’ll regret.” He smirked, nibbling on his ear. Seeing as Gilbert had stopped asking questions, George took this as an opportunity to resume his previous work of kissing Lafayette. Slipping his tongue across Lafayette’s lips in permission as he slipped his tongue into Lafayette’s lips, letting out a low growl. All his thoughts were unfurling around the wonderful boy moaning around him. 

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23

An intro: this was another early fic that I worked pretty hard on, but I just never managed to write an ending. This was also my early attempts at writing smut. As it is just a draft there are also notes that are sitting at the top of the document that for the sake of reading, I'm going to move to the end of the doc

Fandoms/Tags: Hamilton, George Washington/Lafayette, unfinished, explicit

Explicit warning under the cut!

George’s demeanor was the product of years of painstaking work and dozens of mistakes. He had learned to hide his outbursts and passions from others. It always ended badly if he did. But when you spend years bottling up emotion after emotion, it sometimes decides it’s had enough of hiding.

George loathes these moments and he almost never sees them coming. The moments where he’s suddenly yelling at a foolish General, or weeping alone for hours on end. Those moments hurt George but the outbursts didn’t happen often and never had lasting effects. So he continued to use his strategy.

It worked perfectly every time - except for the time that it didn’t. When George was left confused because he hadn’t even known those thoughts existed in him. That time when, late one night, the Marquis de Lafayette pushed his luck.

~~~

George had called him in one night intending to simply talk to him as they always did. Talk for hours on end about every possible thing because George loved the sound of Lafayette’s voice.

When Lafayette walked into the General’s quarters, a small smile tugged on George’s lips. Lafayette ran over to greet him with two kisses on his cheek and George did the same for him. He fondly remembered the first time he met Lafayette and the boy greeted him in that same manner and George was so shocked and appalled he couldn’t speak for a moment. Now, he would’ve felt crestfallen if his Lafayette didn’t greet him in that manner.

“Hello mon general.” Lafayette blushed. George quickly realized he still had his hand on his neck after their initial exchange. He immediately shoved his hand into his pocket awkwardly.

“It’s nice to see you again, Lafayette.” George replied. Lafayette cocked his head in that innocent manner and said,

“Of course it is. I’m wonderful, aren’t I?” Lafayette laughed. George chuckled at the Frenchman’s ability to act so modest one second and be so full of himself the next. “But,” Lafayette continued, “is there something weighing on your mind this evening? You’ve seemed more tense than usual these past days.”

“I suppose it is nothing beyond my usual trepidations, Lafayette.” Lafayette frowned slightly. He didn’t like how this boy could see right through him - right through to pieces George didn’t even know existed. Lafayette seemed to contemplate for a moment, then returned to his easy-going manner.

“If that is all then, sir,” Lafayette gracefully hopped onto to George’s desk to sit. George had to step a few feet back to give him room so they weren’t uncomfortably close. “Maybe I can trouble you with my own thoughts.” Lafayette purred, smile dangerous and inviting.

“Why, of course, Lafayette.” George cleared his throat - a sign that he was a little uncomfortable with the tone in Lafayette’s voice and how quickly it seemed to shift from innocent to....well, something.

“You act like you’re afraid of something, George.” Lafayette stated frankly. “If you should like me to go I won’t be offended.”

“No, of course not, I invited you here and I should hate to see you leave so soon. Tell me my dear Lafayette, what burdens do you carry?” George asked.

“They shall only pale in comparison to your own, but I suppose if you asked for it you shall receive it.” Lafayette smiled. Cool, calm, and collected. “Actually I’ve been thinking about you and I as of late.”

“You and I? Have I done something to upset you, my dear?” Lafayette gave him a small smile before bashfully looking at the ground.

“Quite the opposite, mon general.” Lafayette uttered those words so lowly that it made George shudder. Then George thought he was on the verge of a heart attack when the boy so shyly opened his legs and put himself on display for George. Lafayette looked at him with a smirk on his lips and a question unsaid as he put his weight onto the hands holding him up on George’s desk. This was bad. But George simply couldn’t tear his gaze from the bulge in Lafayette’s trousers. He gulped. This was terrible. George’s clear distress and stare did not go unnoticed by Lafayette who so coyly said,

“See something you like, sir?” And the dazzling Frenchman smiled so deliciously that it took everything in George to hold himself back from the beautiful offering presented to him.

“It would be in your best interest to stop this, Gilbert. Before it gets out of hand.” George growled. Making himself as threatening as he could manage but it only seemed to stir Lafayette up more.

“What if I should like it to get out of hand, sir?” He purred. Never breaking eye contact. George couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t attracted to the offer. Couldn’t pretend he’d never had thoughts about Lafayette but, actions were an entirely different thing. It was true, George had occasionally gotten into trouble with a man or two during his first war, but he swore after his marriage he’d never be tempted by such things again. But it was so so difficult to resist the Marquis because Lafayette was exactly the type of man George would have loved getting into trouble with. “I don’t think you understand the effect you have on me.” Lafayette continued, he was breathing heavily now, waiting and staring at George, begging him with his eyes to touch him. “It is difficult not to beg you every single day to touch me like you do in my fantasies,” Lafayette paused and bit his lip, “Sir, please?” And George knew there simply was no possible way he could say no to Lafayette’s desperate plea.

He quickly closed the space between them but decided it would be more fun to drag Gilbert along for as long as possible. George put his finger under his chin and gazed at Lafayette. His pupils were dilated and George could hardly see the beautiful brown in them.

“My, how exquisite you are, my Marquis.” George teased, refusing to give Gilbert what he wanted. Lafayette just whined and pouted. “But I feel you simply aren’t ready for something like this.”

���But why not, sir?” Lafayette gasped, George’s hand still holding his chin so close to his face.

“Surely you know better than to tease your General.” George growled. Lafayette whimpered. Oh he was so glad he decided to do it this way.

“But, sir,” Lafayette bit his lip, “I have every intention of fulfilling your desires.”

“But how can you when you don’t know what I want from you? I don’t think you understand, it simply doesn’t work like this.” George removed the hand from Lafayette’s chin and started to walk away from him when Lafayette called out,

“Wait! Sir, please! I promise I’ll learn to be better.” Lafayette pleaded. George smirked and moved right back in between Lafayette’s legs.

“You really think you can?” He put his hands on the desk, capturing him there. Lafayette quickly nodded his head.

“Please, sir. What do you want from me?” Lafayette keened. George possessively ran his fingers through Lafayette’s hair and left them anchored there.

“Oh, my sweet, I wanna fuck you so hard on my bed until you can’t walk the next day.” He growled lowly into his ear, George could feel Lafayette shiver beneath him. “Does that sound good?”

“Yes, sir. Please do that to me.” Lafayette gasped as he was pulled into a passionate kiss. Oh and the sounds that came out of the young man’s mouth was enough to make George dizzy. The kiss was intense and passionate with wet lips kissing over and over while Lafayette clung to his jacket. George felt his skin burning and wished to remove his jacket. He gently pulled his lips away from Lafayette’s while he quickly shed his jacket and removed Lafayette’s, taking in Lafayette’s full beauty. He waited so very obediently for George to kiss him again and they were quickly together again with George quickly undoing the buttons on Lafayette’s vest and neck cloth, but then he stopped, a wicked idea coming into his mind. Lafayette looked at him quizzically, noticing that he had stopped.

“Is something wrong, sir?”

“Lafayette, I should like to see you strip for me. Does that sound like something you’d want to do?” Lafayette’s lips were parted in shock and he quickly nodded his head, so eager to please. George smirked and released Lafayette from his grip, moving backwards to sit on his chair facing Lafayette who looked disoriented. Lafayette slowly hopped off of his desk and made eye contact with George, never wanting to break it. His hands slowly moved to his neckcloth and he began to undo the small knots keeping it together. George watched intently, struggling to keep himself seated as the cloth fell to the floor and George was given a good look at the boys exposed neck. He wanted to possessively place kisses and bruises on the sensitive skin. Lafayette hands lingered on his neck as if imagining George there. The anticipation of wanting, needing to be on Lafayette was driving him crazy and the only thing exposed was his neck. Lafayette then busied himself with his buttons, being quicker than before. He seemed to want George as much as he wanted Lafayette. Lafayette’s shirt then fell to the ground and he looked up at him through those long lashes, panting with nothing but his pants and boots and George couldn’t resist the desire to touch himself.

notes:

“See something you like, sir?”

“It would be in your best interest to stop, Gilbert.” And Lafayette was exactly the type of man George would have loved getting into trouble with.

“Surely you must know better than to tease your general.”

His desperate touches pulling the most beautiful, wanton sounds from Lafayette’s mouth. “Sir...” he whimpered pathetically.

“My, what a terribly dirty mouth you have.”

“But my dear marquis I wish to know what burdens you carry.”

George was definitely worried about his sanity at that point.

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[jacepens]

Two of Us

A brief intro: this was what I sort of consider my first washette writing expect it's just detailed notes about how I wanted each chapter to go

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, George Washington/Lafayette, draft, historically accurate

Chapter one- the dinner party! Laf is a brand new (honorary) major general and meets George! Later that night, George invites him to live with him and become a part of his military family

Chapter two- Lafayette gets very excited and is dressed and packed to the nines. Then he shows up and everything’s a shit show but Laf is like, it’s cool. I came here to learn not to teach.  And George is like ❤️.

Chapter three- Army meeting thing next day. Looks like Howe is just going to attack Charleston- not Philadelphia. Next day- oh shit. He’s headed this way! Prepare for battle!!

Chapter four- Brandywine. Here we go. George, please let me fight. George (not thinking or in the mood to argue) yeah ok sure, wait. Too late. Lafayette goes in and is pretty awesome. Meets up with George and he’s like, your leg! Laf like, pffffh. I’m fine. Shit. And George is like: we’re getting that dressed immediately! A few days later he’s transported upriver but before that, he and George have a nice chat. Right before George shows up, he’s writing to Adrienne. Then after talk George writes report to Hancock

Chapter five- Laf has been moved to Bethlehem. Germantown happens and it’s bad. He wants to go and fight but George sends a letter urging him to wait. Laf writes a bunch of letters to France like, support America!!! Yay Saratoga! Laf gets very excited and writes to George like: for the love of God let me fight. Then when he doesn’t hear anything, he gets up and goes even though he can’t wear a boot to Whitemarsh where he is. Friends with Greene. 

Chapter six- Valley Forge. Also dead Henrietta. He has a gut(cot??) to himself. People want George gone cause valley forge sucks. Established board of war. Good gay sweet flirts. Comfort.

Chapter seven- the gang is pissed at congress. (Oh my god, Alex. They would be so GOOD for each other. Greene’s over here like: that’s what I said!) they have long talk everyday! Still trying to hurt Washington, they appoint Laf for an expedition they know will fail and will give him the same rank as George. Gil is pissed and like, George! Look at this shit!! Anyway, he arranges some stuff, heads up to Canada and there’s literally nothing! He is super pissed and writes to Henry Laurens and then to George. George writes back a message of consolation. Laf just wants to be with him and vice versa and valley forge has realllllly gone to shit now.

Chapter eight- it’s from George perspective at valley forge!! Half the men are dead. He’s worried about Gil and just needs him in general. Need more details for George chapter but will end with letter from Gil saying he’s coming back and all is well again! Yay!

Chapter nine- Greene and Steubem have saved the day! Gil gets to meet Martha! Stuff is more organized and George has appointed Laf head of foreign affairs, which he does very well with. He’s helping George with a lot of training and clothing his own calvary. Also he’s being a sweetheart. May 1st, George gets a letter that he reads out loud to Gil. The treaty of France has been signed! Gil gets so excited that he kisses George and he’s crying! But he kinda brushes it off. Everyone is celebrating and super excited at valley forge. THEN Gil finds out Henrietta is dead. And he has to go out and pretend he’s happy but that night he talks to George and he comforts him and they cuddle.

Chapter ten- woes vs woahs

So, war is over and yay and stuff! But for some reason Laf is sad and upset and emotional

And he’s confused cause he should be happy

He also doesn’t realize that George has been spending more time with him than usual and that all the extra time with George has been breaking his heart even more (and George is feeling the same but instead he wishes to spend all his time with Gil)

Then there’s a nice party with an orchestra you know

And Laf just wants to leave because he’s had enough of this talk

And the whole night George has wanted to be with him but so many people have been bombarding him with questions and comments, and he can’t be rude, but he can’t hardly take two steps without having to talk to someone but he just wants to get to Gil because he sees how upset he is from across the room!

Then George eventually makes it over and is like, “I can tell something’s wrong, what happened?”

And Gil’s like, “Is it that obvious?”

And George kinda half-heartedly jokes (aw. Look at him trying to joke for Gil’s sake) like, “I don’t think so, I think I just know you pretty well.”

And Gil’s just kinda looking at him, smiling, and wishing that he could be alone with him for hours and just lay in bed next to him talking until the sun rose but instead what he says is something like:

“Oh please, don’t worry for my sake. It’s nothing. You need to enjoy this wonderful occasion and forget all about silly old me.” because HE’S CONFUSED (And doesn’t think he can handle George being so kind and sweet to him at this moment as it is making his heart ache more than it ever has before)

And George is like: “Nonsense! I will worry about you all I want because I care about you and you mean so much to me and your happiness brings me joy.”

And then he puts his hand on his neck and like, in his curly hair and Gil really loves the gesture (it’s not unusual, it’s the first thing he does when comforting Laf) but then his heart starts beating like crazy and he’s shaking a little and he has to pull away because his head was spinning and that whole thing felt embarrassing in public (because George was over here looking into his eyes and he just couldn’t take it at that momentXD) and he’s just looking at the ground

George is kinda confused because Laf’s never done that before and Laf feels a little guilty about it but he’s still kinda shook up and George is like, “I’m sorry Gilbert, it wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable.”

And George is kinda at a loss for words as he realizes that Gil seriously upset

And Gilbert, feeling guilty and emotional says something like, “I’m sorry but I just need you to leave me alone right now, please leave.”

And you know, Gil doesn’t really want George to leave, he just wants his overwhelming feelings to  be quiet and let him go and thinks that temporarily removing George will accomplish that

And George, knowing Laf very well, knows that he hates being alone when he is distraught like this and is confused at the request, wishing to stay and comfort him (and enjoy every last second they had together before his heart was ripped in half) so he tries to assert his place and says that he will stay with him no matter what

But Laf just kinda snaps at George for a moment telling him to, “Leave me be!” While fighting back tears (Because why does he have to be so perfect and know exactly what he needs?? He can’t stand his kindness because he’s trying to forget him and not kiss him with the force of a thousand waterfallsXDXD)

(oh. That’s why this is making me so sad. That makes a lot of sense.)

And George fucking KNOWS that Gil, deep down wants him to stay (why is he crying?!? Don’t cry!!! Omg I love you so much!!!! Oh my god. I love him. That makes a lot of sense.) but he can’t be cruel when Laf has asked him to leave twice now even though it breaks his heart

So he simply takes a deep breath and slowly walks away

Laf is half-inclined to run after him, kiss him and confess everything and to apologize for his behavior but (luckily) George was lost in the crowd before he could

Now Laf really wanted to go back to his quarters and pretend that none of this happened. Pretend he didn’t finally make sense of the storm in him. Pretend he didn’t want to start singing on the rooftop that he was in love because that love was futile and impossible to pursue, especially when they were almost out of time.

So he left, and moped in his room

He’s awake (and balling) for hours and obviously can’t sleep because he has so much on his mind but then he hears a knock on his door that scares him half to death and then hears a familiar, “Lafayette, can I come in?”

Just for a second Laf doesn’t say anything but then George says, “I heard you Gilbert I know you’re awake *sigh* just please let me in.”

Lafayette says a little “ok” and George lets himself in

After his wallowing all night he was actually very very happy to see George and his presence was just the one he needed after an extremely emotionally exhausting night, and a small part is begging him to leave but Laf is a little weaker and listening to his (ridiculously in love) heart over his brain

George stands there awkwardly at the door and begins to speak but is then interrupted by Laf patting the bed next to him and George immediately obliges, unable to keep himself from Gilbert and as he sits down Gil wraps George up in a big hug and he hugs back very intensely with all the gd emotions they have to give

Gil can hear George sniffle and feels tears on his shoulder (Gil would be crying, but like, he’s been doing that all night and is so tired)

After a moment (and after George stops crying) Laf is like, “George. I’m so so sorry about tonight.”

And George is immediately like, “You think that’s what I’m upset about? I’ve been so worried about you all night, you weren’t acting like yourself at all. I’m not mad in the slightest, I’m worried about you.”

They part, but not very far and they’re holding hands

Gil says: “I’m okay now. Or at least better than before.” (after a moment). “Thank you. For coming here in the middle of the night, to comfort me, to check on me. You didn’t have to. But thank you.

And George’s heart is just melting as he’s like, “You may not understand Gilbert, but I simply had to come see you. I believe I didn’t have a choice in the matter, andI would so much more for you, with no thanks if it meant I could make you happy and be by your side.” And he kisses Gil’s knuckles and Laf is practically having a heart attack with how much he loves this man and George is trying his goddamn hardest not to kiss him

George: “Lafayette, there is something that I need to tell you before this night is over. Something that’s been gnawing away at me for such a long time now *deep breath*”

Gil is sitting still, stopped breathing, waiting to hear the words he had been dreaming of (that sounds cheesy)

George suddenly pulls Gilbert in for a big hug (cause he’s kinda scared to see the look on his face when he says what he needs to say) and with a quiet voice, proclaims his love for Gilbert

And Gil, although at first thrown off by the hug, hugs him back with a big smile on his face and small tears falling from his eyes and he says: “George, I love you too. I love you too!”

Then they’re both happy crying and giggling and hugging the daylights out of each other until they’ve just kind of exhausted themselves and part

And with their faces so close together, hearts on their chest, tears in their eyes, George places his hand on Gil’s cheek, completely taken aback by his beauty, and they finally kiss! And it’s great. And they pretty much just make out and chill and chat til the sun comes up (but only kissing because like, that whole night was stressful and they’re both tired, leave them alone.)

#jacepens cleaning out wips #hamilton #washette

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Brief Update:

I have not forgotten about this, I promise!! (I'm just a busy guy, what can I say)

Originally I wanted to have everything ready to post in my queue, but for my own sanity I think I'm going to start queueing stuff in batches. So there may be a few months with no new wips until I have time to add the rest. All will be posted/tagged accordingly but keep your eyes peeled for my old wips (especially my old followers, you guys will have a field day:))

I'm thinking about posting a few drafts/WIPs here on tumblr because I just have so so many that I want to give some life to, but they all would the things 'I'm definitely never working on again unless by a miracle'

Soo would you be interested in reading unfinished WIPs of mine knowing that I'll never write more, or would you rather just not know what you might miss?

And yes, this would include everything from all my fandoms. It's pretty much just all of the really old stuff that I still think is good, but I know in my heart I almost certainly will not write more of. (It would be a lot of washette, sorry to my new followers, congrats to my old. Like A LOT that's why I said this is the wrong choice. I'm half serious about that because "literally everything" would just be...so much. But if that's what you want, go for it)

EDIT: and by post I mean post on tumblr!! The only reason one or two might go on ao3 is because they're fully finished just maybe not super polished.

#jacepens cleaning out wips #its beginning...

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Me when my chronic problem of putting my blorbos into AUs is halted by the fact that their names in canon are just nicknames and also not realistic names for literally anyone else.

Like there are very few situations where a character can be called nothing else but Mad Dog if he’s not a bounty hunter or even an outlaw of some kind😂 same for The Sundown Kid…

#And then there’s the question of do I find a way to make it realistic in the story for them to have this name?? #because I refuse to try and give them like their real names #that’s just something I can’t decide on you know? I don’t even have a personal headcanon for it cause I just can’t #But maybe I just want a self indulgent AU xD

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Oh boy! You guys voted for...literally everything. I'll be honest, I did not expect this one to win, but I will respect the results of the poll. I'm going to try and queue a lot of these posts so I'm not spamming them all at once, but I will need some time to organize things (especially including all the like one or two sentence ideas into one post because, I hope you weren't kidding about wanting literally everything because I am not! xD) Also as a bonus since you want literally everything, I'm going to try and include things from my memory about where I wanted a fic to go, so hopefully you're not left too upset when you see half fished ideas with no conclusion.

To help those of you out who are uninterested in seeing all of these upcoming posts, I'm going to tag them all as "Jacepens cleaning out wips" so you can block that tag. A little wordy, I know, but hopefully specific enough that it should just block the stuff I tag with that and not any of my other wips floating around on this tumblr.

And for those of you who want to see this, get ready!:) I'll try and start queuing soon, so keep an eye out! And I hope you all enjoy!

I'm thinking about posting a few drafts/WIPs here on tumblr because I just have so so many that I want to give some life to, but they all would the things 'I'm definitely never working on again unless by a miracle'

Soo would you be interested in reading unfinished WIPs of mine knowing that I'll never write more, or would you rather just not know what you might miss?

And yes, this would include everything from all my fandoms. It's pretty much just all of the really old stuff that I still think is good, but I know in my heart I almost certainly will not write more of. (It would be a lot of washette, sorry to my new followers, congrats to my old. Like A LOT that's why I said this is the wrong choice. I'm half serious about that because "literally everything" would just be...so much. But if that's what you want, go for it)

EDIT: and by post I mean post on tumblr!! The only reason one or two might go on ao3 is because they're fully finished just maybe not super polished.

#oh boy #I did this to myself I know but time to scrub through every doc #and put it on tumblr