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cecescomposition · 1 year

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@febuwhump Alt Day 1: Rope Burns

Hello, Lovelies! Long time no see, but I will be having an angsty field day here :) Febuwhump just gets my muse going so well. My master list is going to be dominated by this. @that-gal-kay this may be a good read for you!

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“Alexander,” Washington whisper-shouted. “Knock it off.”

Hamilton did his best to cast a withering glare to the general, but ceased his struggling anyway. They had been captured on the road, a trivial journey to Albany to visit with some baron or another. They were unarmed, by the house owners own request, and realized a moment too late that their hosts had not had their best interests at heart.

“We’ve got to get you out of here, sir. We’ve no idea the information the baron gave them, and we have no way to warn John if they decide to-“

The deafening screech of the door cut off Hamilton’s musings. The redcoat who Hamilton had previously noted as their captor entered the dark room (cell) with a dangerous aura. He had been in here before, he had asked his questions (all of which the soldiers had refused to answer), and left without further fuss. Alexander had noted to Washington the strangeness of the man’s method. He didn’t feel right.

“Ready to tell us what we want to know, general?” the redcoat questioned, “My patience is growing thin. Your treatment has been thus forth gentle, and I would hate for one of you to be hurt because you can’t follow orders.”

Washington had heard the man’s questions, had been here for hours with the same inquiries being repeated over and over. This man either was stupid enough to think Washington would - would ever - give up such valuable information, or worse, he wasn’t betting on it.

Washington had seen many men like this, psychotic men who knew how the human mind worked. No, he wasn’t stupid. This was a soldier, a general maybe, and he had a plan.

“His Excellency would never be so inclined as to willingly hand over such information to the likes of you, sir,” Hamilton’s voice cut through George’s musings.

“Easy, Hamilton,” Washington murmured. This boy was going to be the death of him, maybe literally, if he didn’t stop talking. Alexander was trying to appear unfazed by their captor, but Washington could see through his guarded persona, Alexander was deeply unnerved by this man.

Hamilton turned his head towards the general slightly before feeling a painful tearing at his scalp has he was jerked straight again.

“Eyes on me,” the redcoat hissed, “I’m done playing with you two. Tell me what I want to know before I do something we will all regret.”

The redcoat’s entire demeanor had changed. Gone was his sinister smile, replaced with a much more expected yet equally terrifying scowl. His brow was furrowed so tight that Alexander wondered if it would be stuck like that.

Washington jerked in his restraints. This man was harming Hamilton, was hurting Alexander, and this sparked an anger in Washington like he hadn’t felt since that Godforsaken battle so long ago. His struggling took on a new desperation as the redcoat leaned close - far too close - to Hamilton’s face.

“You’ve a bright future, Lieutenant Hamilton. I’m sure you can easily convince your fellow rebels of the tragic tale of General Washington’s capture, as I may be so inclined to release you on good behavior…”

Washington tried to make eye contact with Alexander, attempting to urge him silently to not do anything rash. George didn’t even know which option was better: give up valuable information to save Hamilton’s life, or say nothing and they both die anyway. No, Washington had heard the questions, knew that information like that, information only Hamilton and John Laurens knew could kill their entire cause if in the wrong hands. But he couldn’t bare to think of Hamilton dead-

“I would sooner die than give into your meager attempt at bait to betray my cause, scum.”

Alexander was cut off by his own startled cry at the sharp slap to his face that followed. He glared up at the redcoat with his best defiant look, a small bleeding cut on his face where a man wears his ring.

“Suit yourself, Colonel. I’ve given you plenty a chance and you have wasted them. You’re going to play my way now,” the man grabbed Hamilton roughly by the collar and hauled him up. Washington shouted, beginning to struggle once more.

Alexander struggled, too. He jerked and kicked, scrambling for purchase as the redcoat tugged him towards the opposite wall. Washington felt the skin being rubbed off of his wrists, but his struggles didn’t cease because he was going to hurt Alexander. His so- his aide was going to be harmed and he couldn’t stop it.

Alexander was shoved to his knees in front of George, so close yet too far for Washington to reach out and touch him had he not been tied up, and the redcoat pulled the ropes more taught around his already bleeding wrists.

Hamilton wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing him cry out in pain.

“You idiot! I’ll kill you, let me go! I swear to Providence, I will wipe you off the face of the-!”

“Hamilton!”

Alexander snapped his head to the right, straining to make eye contact with Washington. It was only one word - calling Alexander’s name - but it was an order.

Don’t be stupid.

Hamilton’s eyes were cleared of his fury for but a moment, before being torn away from Washington’s gaze when he received a sharp kick to the ribs.

“- - !”

He tries to speak, tried to shout some kind of obscenity at his now torturer. But nothing but a pathetic wheeze could makes its way past his lips as he felt something snap in his chest and push painfully.

“Tell me where your primary headquarters are,” the redcoat demanded.

Now Washington understood. This man was going to use Hamilton to break him, he knew what he was doing. He knew he was harming a man’s child.

And he knew the lengths a father will go to to protect his son.

“I can’t tell you,” Washington said anyway. Could he give up the lives of dozens, hundreds of men for this one boy?

There was another kick delivered, to the side of Hamilton’s head. This time he did cry out, listing to the side as blood began pooling down his jawline. Washington jerked forward, desperate to get to his aide and check on him.

“Answer me or I’ll beat him dead where he kneels. Don’t test me, General.” The redcoat spat out the title.

And on it went.

The man would ask a question, receive no answer, and Alexander slowly faded further away. He fought to remain conscious, he was strong, he wouldn’t give this man the ability to make him give up. He was Alexander Hamilton for a reason.

Washington struggled, too. He found himself resorting to begging for Hamilton’s life; He couldn’t give this man the information he wanted. He just couldn’t. But nothing could match the emotional pain Washington felt at seeing his aide, his bright, young Alexander slowly being taken away from this world.

Alexander’s eyes were half lidded, dilated beyond healthy, and no longer reacting to the brutal beating he was receiving.

“Stop!” Washington shouted, “Stop! Get away from him! You’re killing him!” His voice was becoming hoarser by the minute, and Hamilton was slipping farther.. farther…

Eventually the boy lost his battle and fell limp. From blood loss, fear, pain, or a combination of the three Washington didn’t know.

“Tell me what I want to know!”

“I can’t!”

“Well then,” the man pulled his heel back from Hamilton’s head, “have fun watching your whelp die, Your Excellency. The great General Washington indeed.”

The door slammed shut, and Washington was left deafened by the silence. It was unnerving.

“Hamilton,” he prodded gently, still unable to reach out for his boy.

“Alexander,” he said louder when he received no response.

Washington could tell, could feel that Hamilton was faded long gone. But he continued to pull and tug against the bonds that kept him from his aide.

Then he heard it, a soft moan from Alexander’s lips - or maybe just escaping air after death.

But no, that was Hamilton’s head that had moved, ever so slightly. And his voice calling out,

“Sir?” his shaky voice called, barely above a whisper.

“Hamilton,” Washington breathed, so relieved, “Oh, my dear boy,”

Hamilton’s head shifted towards the voice, eyes now swollen and bruised beyond seeing, but still twitching towards the familiar vernacular.

“Listen, Hamilton, it’s going to be okay, it’s going to be alright,”

Washington’s struggling took on a new wave of life, the burns and blood on his wrists long forgotten.

Hamilton was still holding on, and Washington was going to get them out of there.

“I’m never going to let them hurt you again.”

#febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #george washington #washingdad #writing #hamilton fanfic #fanfic #oneshot #story prompts #febuwhumpday1

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chaosoftheages · 4 months

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Fucking tell me how in the name of the fucking Continental army I just came up with three different washingdad oneshots in a span of .7 seconds that are now drafts on my ao3.

And quite possibly a fourth.

Im fucking dying with how the next week is going to be

#ao3 #fanfiction writer #ao3 writer #my writing #hamilton fanfiction #hamilton #alexander hamilton #george washingdad #washingdad #I'm so tempted to just write all of them at once #I swear im delirious from whatever sickness I've come with and been stuck with for four days #I'm going to fucking die from delirium thanks to washingdad oneshots #But I made a new ao3 series might as well make for fics for it

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xaelia-au · 1 year

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fanfictions that own my heart

disclaimer!: i own none of these fanfics, all rights to the awesome writers of them

so when i first joined tumblr i had a hard time to find ff's so i made a list of one's i found and my favs (they're all great)

sometimes there's a second list bc (i have a serious problem) there was just too much material for one post...

also there will probably be some mistakes, just ignore them :)

!this list is ongoing so i'll update it whenever i feel like it (probably never this took me MONTHS smh) so there will be some ongoing series/ oneshots!

formula one / two:

charles leclerc, charles leclerc (2)

pierre gasly

carlos sainz

max verstappen

george russell

alex albon

oscar piastri

arthur leclerc

lewis hamilton

lance stroll

football:

jude bellingham, jude bellingham (2)

pablo gavi

trent alexander arnold

mason mount

jamal musiala

christian pulisic

nhl:

on @xaexaesworld under various tags <3

crying, screaming, throwing up (absolute favorites)

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apricusapollo · 6 months

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fyi i impulsively started writing jegulus oneshot based on the reynolds pamphlet & first burn from hamilton musical (james as alexander and regulus as eliza) so. yeah. there's that.

#it's gonna be short and quick and probably very silly but whatever #i miss writing so i;m just rawdoggin this shit #all while i'm internally debating if i should change my ao3 @ or not #crys writes #marauders era #jegulus

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jrwi-art-archive · 9 months

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Directionary:

(dividers by @cafekitsune )

Tws will be tagged as #tw trigger or #trigger

Campaigns:

The fated: #campaign: fated

Convergence: #campaign: convergence

Riptide and Black Rose Oneshot: #campaign: riptide

Prime Defenders and Age of Heroes Oneshot: #campaign: pd

Apotheosis: #campaign: apotheosis

Blood in the Bayou: #campaign: bitb

The Suckening: #campaign: suckening

Mythborne: #campaign: mythborne

Paradise Chronicles: #oneshot: paradise chronicles

Monster Control Service: #oneshot: monster control service

The final Episode: #oneshot: the final episode

Twitch Chat Oneshot: #oneshot: twitch chat

Player Characters:

The Fated:

#Br’aad Vengolor

#Sylnan Vengolor

#Velrisa

#Taxi

#Mountain

Convergence:

#Alastyr Cross

#Flynn Gustwind

#Kasper

#Kroe Wyse

Riptide:

#Gillion Tidestrider

#Jay Ferin

#Chip

#Goobleck

#Doppelgillion (all Doppelgillion posts will be tagged as Gillion as well)

Black Rose:

#Drey Ferin

#Finn Tidestrider

#Arlin James

Prime Defenders:

#Dakota Cole

#William Wisp

#Vyncent Sol

Age of Heroes:

#Ms. G

#Harlem Shade

#Jason King

Apotheosis:

#Peter Sqloint

Rumi/any of their other forms: #Rumi

#Thanatos

Blood in the Bayou:

#Rolan Deep

#Timothy Rand

#Kian Stone

The Suckening:

#Emizel Tucker

#Shilo Bathory

#Arthur Bennett

Wonderlust:

#Blink

Mythborne:

#Aster Aeliana

#Ryan Selucreh

#Connor Connors

Paradise Chronicles:

#Beepo

#Ash

#Captain Justice

#Mike Shore

Monster Control Service:

#Richard

#Chase

The Final Episode:

#Aren Auguste

#Jebediah Lightbringer

#Cherry Blossom

Twitch Chat Oneshot:

#Ikarus Gay Phoenix

#Gravel Igbe Flint

Guest Characters:

Riptide:

#Duke D. Dukem

#Clorten

#La Alma

PD:

#Ashe Winters

The Fated:

Redd Boye

NPCs

The Fated:

#Miriam Vengolor

#Alwyn Vengolor

Riptide:

#Lizzie Lafayette

#Caspian

#Ollie Teach

#Felipe

#Alphonze

#Niklaus Hendrix

#Pretzel the Frogtopus

#Jayson Ferin

#Ava Ferin

#May Ferin

#Edyn Tidestrider

#Lunadeiys

#Aster (goddess)

#Anastasia

#Rudith

#Aslana

#Old man earl

#Zamia

#Marshall John

#Kira

#Captain Widow

#Reuben Price

#Starling

#Jasmine Drake

#Lucy the goat

Prime Defenders:

#Le Frog

#Trickster

#Mark Winters

#Mynerva

#Lightspeed

#Summer Dileo

#Doug

#Tide Lambert

#Mark Winters

#Cantrip

#Xavier

#Alan

#Alastyr Cross

#Anna Sol

#Mr. Wisp

#Janet Wisp

#Alaska Damascus

#Wordsmith

#Bookworm

#Grandma Cole

#Mato Cole

#Alexander Hamilton

#Rosemary

#Finger

#Handjob

#Flow

#Peelbert

#Unnamed Hero

#Diana Shane

#Dave

#David Bell

#Mallard Conway

#Clarence Albert

#ram

#Bobo

Apotheosis:

#Lizard the lizard

#Yuri Dawnguard

Bitb:

#Becky Jones

#Rachel Rand

#Officer Dudes

#Rat Sanders

#Sarah Thompson

#Jesse

The Suckening:

#Theo Collins //(soda)

#Void the cat

#Pepper the cat

#Pickles the pheasant

#Grefgore

#Uncle Lazarus

#Deacan Keller

#Queen Bathory (stand-in tag)

#Edward Twilight

#Viv Weylin

#Vex Weylin

#Mary Davis

Wonderlust:

#uncle threestrings

Ships

(all ship-art will be tagged with #jrwi shipping!)

(i will tag ships if op also tagged a ship)

Riptide:

Gillion x Chip: #Fish and Chips

Gillion x Jay: #Navyseal

Jay x Chip: #Mockingjay

Caspian x Gillion: #Swordfish

Ava x Lizzie: #Waning Crescent

Jay x Lizzie: #Pistolwhip

Jay x Anastasia: #Bloodshot

Jay x Edyn: #Sheshells

Jay x Chip x Gillion: #Poly Pirates

Chip x Niklaus: #Fools Gold

Chip x Queen: #Chiptune

Niklaus x Caspian: #Wishingpool

Chip x Jazz: #Scarlet Captains

Caspian x Lizzie: #Rosewater

Goobleck x Felipe: #Gummyfrog

PD:

Dakota x William: #Ghostkicks

Apotheosis:

Rumi x Peter: #Angelstone

Bitb:

Rand x Rolan: #Keeperschampion

Rand x Rolan x Kian: #Nbr

Becky x Kian: #heartstrings

The Suckening:

Emizel x Soda: #fizzfangs

Shilo x Grefgore: #armored pheasant

Crossover:

William x Chip: #Flying Dutchman

Types of media

digital art: #digital

traditional art: #traditional

#webweave

#fanfic

#collage

#crochet

#video (animations, animatics etc. I don’t really want to judge what counts as animation/animatic so I will tag everything with #video, including gifs)

#stimboard (I know that stimboards aren’t usually considered art, but i like them so I’m gonna include them on this blog. for consistency’s sake i’ll tag stimboard makers artist:*insert name*)

Misc

#crossover (includes crossovers between campaigns and between jrwi and other media)

#official art

#jrwi au

AUs/Crossovers

#pokemon

#ponies

#cats

#vampires

#fnaf

#marvel

#tma (the magnus archives)

#trolls

#spiderverse (will also be tagged as marvel)

#marvel

#superheroes

#undertale

#mermaids

(wip)

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iheartralphmacchio · 1 year

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Masterlist!~ ☁️

Inside Job 🌥️

Brett Hand-

first meet pt. 1 & 2 ☁️

WIP...

Reagan Ridley- nothing... (PLATONIC)

Andre- nothing...

The Cuphead Show ☕️

Cuphead-

rom. hcs 🌹

Mugman-

rom. hcs 🌹

King Dice- nothing...

Henchman- nothing...

Devil - nothing...

Kimetsu No Yaiba 👺

Tanjiro- nothing...

Zenitsu- nothing...

Inosuke- nothing...

Miraculous 🐞🐈‍⬛

Marinette - nothing... (Platonic only)

Adrien - nothing…

Chat Noir - nothing...

Escape The Night! 🌙

Alex Wassabi -

rom. hcs / dating hcs 🌹

Ro Pannisio - nothing… (platonic only)

Joey Graceffa - nothing... (Platonic only or m! reader)

Matpat - nothing...

Ride the Cyclone 🌀🥴🎢

Mischa Bachinski -

chilly winter cuddles ☁️

rom hcs 🌹

black s/o 🌹

black friend 🌼

WIP..

Ricky Potts -

cuddle hcs 🌹/🌼

WIP..

Welcome Home 🏡

Wally Darling -

rom. hcs 🌹

Eddie Dear - nothing... (Platonic or m!/gn! Reader)

Howdy Pillar - WIP...

SUF ⭐

Steven Universe -

s/o that is like Melanie Martinez 🌹

WIP..

Connie Maheswaren - nothing... (Platonic only)

Eddsworld 🥤

Edd Gould -

rom. hcs 🌹

WIP...

Matt -

s/o that's clingy/affectionate 🌹

WIP..

Hamilton (musical) ✉️

Alexander Hamilton - WIP...

Eliza Schuyler - nothing...

Lafayette - nothing...

note!

fluff / gen hcs / master list : ☁️

angst : 🌧️/🌨️ (depending if it’s a lot or if it’s not a lot and it switches it fluff.)

rom. hcs : 🌹

plat. hcs : 🌼

END

Remember~! You can request anyone on here for headcannons, drabble, oneshot, fluff, or angst! <3

your writer and story teller signing off.

-bee

#masterlist #rules #multifandom fanfiction

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ao3feed-snape · 1 year

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The Room Where It Happens - The Night Of Broken Promises

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0LMGKyz

by Lola_Slyffindor

The Room Where It Happens but it's the death eaters planning a revolution against Voldemort.

Starring:

Severus Snape as Alexander Hamilton Regulus Black as Aaron Burr Barty Crouch Jr. as Thomas Jefferson Lucius Malfoy as James Madison

Words: 4832, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Severus Snape, Regulus Black, Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr.

Relationships: Regulus Black/Severus Snape

Additional Tags: Slight BL - Freeform, but it's not the point, Revolution, Pre-First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Death Eaters, death eaters are so done, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Oneshot, Regulus Black Lives, I don't know what the hell is this but I'm somewhat proud????, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, No Smut, Backstory, No Sex, Romantic Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Crushes, Tension, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Hamilton References, Hamilton Lyrics, Inspired by Music, Bad Barty Crouch Jr., The Room Where It Happens (Hamilton), Eye Contact, like a lot, Betrayal, Angst, Hugs

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0LMGKyz

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape

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ao3-feed-4433 · 7 days

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New 4433 fic: "Formula One Collections !!" by itsgivingnothingbabesitsrllynotbabessss

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xLi2NJR by itsgivingnothingbabesitsrllynotbabessss Request are open, I'm still continuing my other work. This will be a side work. I'll do any ships, and yeah Enjoy !!! Words: 5148, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF, Formula 2 RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, F/F, F/M Characters: Yuki Tsunoda, Pierre Gasly, Alexander Albon, Carlos Sainz Jr, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, Fernando Alonso (Formula 1 RPF), Lewis Hamilton (Formula 1 RPF), Nico Rosberg, Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber, Kimi Räikkönen, Esteban Ocon, Lance Stroll, Mick Schumacher, Arthur Leclerc, Charles Leclerc, Dennis Hauger, Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant Relationships: Pierre Gasly/Yuki Tsunoda, Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr, Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr, Carlos Sainz Jr/Max Verstappen, Fernando Alonso/Mark Webber, Alexander Albon/George Russell, Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg, Kimi Räikkönen/Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton/Max Verstappen, George Russell/Max Verstappen Additional Tags: oneshots, I'm Bad At Tagging, Angst, Fluff, Smut, im not sure if this will be a regular, i have no clue, One Shot Collection, yeah., Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Gaping, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Genderbending, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Omega Verse, Trans Male Character, Everyone Is Gay, Power Bottom, Dom/sub Undertones, Bad Ideas, Relationship(s), Sharing a Bed, Male-Female Friendship, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, ??? - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xLi2NJR

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #4433 #mawis #Formula One Collections !!#itsgivingnothingbabesitsrllynotbabessss

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tobydiesthemovie · 3 months

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cleric for a oneshot/ future lore relevant npc

his name is Stele and he is shockingly petty for a doctor. my boyfriend says he looks like alexander hamilton and now i cant unsee it

#dnd character #ttrpg #dnd #dnd oc #cleric

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conjectureand-gloom · 1 year

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FOR THE FIC WRITER ASKS!!!

✨💫💥🍭💌

omg okay

✨ probably ‘i may not live to see our glory…’ or ‘stay alive’, both from febuwhump. i was sorta meh with how both of them turned out, and i’m not sure whether that was obvious in my writing, or if it was something else, but it wasn’t received how i wanted it to, if that makes sense?

💫 all of them, i love each and every comment i get. i love especially when someone tells me what they liked about the fic, and why they liked that, especially if it’s a really small detail i put in. i love attentive readers. but really, any comment i receive is amazing, especially as i only write oneshots, so i never expected oneshots to do as well as they do.

💥 my dearest, angelica (8 kudos) um i really like how i started this, and how i ended it? like, with angelica reading the letters, and then going into eliza reading them? and the ending with alexander dying was good.

🍭 okay i started writing when i was like, 7? i just had too much creativity, and i loved so many books, so i just started writing fanfiction. i think the first fic i ever wrote was a harry x hermione romance, which i tore out of the notebook because i hated it. now, i wish i still had it lmao. i had a massive break from writing, until i was 12 probably, and started writing again to deal with my mental health. nowadays that i’ve started posting my fics, i still write to deal with my mental health, and many of my fics have some relations to myself.

💌 okay okay okay. i’ll post an excerpt from one of my oneshots that’s in the writing. (AU of achilles, come down where alexander was caught)

That’s Alexander Hamilton in a nutshell.

He hates it.

He’s watched as Eliza tries to hide her distress from him. He’s watched as Madison and Jefferson become more and more worried.

He’s watched as Angelica sends longer lasting glances towards him.

He’s watched as Washington attempts to hide his concern from him.

Nobody thinks he’s noticed anything, but he sees everything.

He hates how fucking fragile people treat him, despite the fact that he is just as fragile as they think.

#alexwrites #fanfic author asks

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rating-ghost · 1 year

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Bonjour, Fangs // Hamilton Vamp AU Oneshots - Alexander Hamilfangs (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/669721782-bonjour-fangs-hamilton-vamp-au-oneshots-alexander?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Viperquimm&wp_originator=rCSbrPy4cMaTaGTPezhG1kqQn18ar6z4IErnJVQ5aCuOvHT9l8C465kD6n2M6S%2BAQWztwf40ZwnrOymlrHgqDMI2Yqjs9Pg0AyWcMfj7%2BDH%2BY%2FiieVv8TbbxOSX5GznX This is a Vamp AU that I'm very excited to write! It will have all the popular Hamilton ships. No smut, you need a break, you sinners. (Ok, who knows what direction this story will go). Enjoy, hamiltrash.

THUS ++IS GETS A HAM/TON

#broadway #hamilton #hamitrash #jeffmads #lams #mullete #vampire #humor #books #wattpad #amreading

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hamiltimebinches · 6 years

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Alexander Hamilton x Reader: Useful Fighting

A/n: This is another story that was anonymously requested. Sorry that it took me so long to write this anon! This is also another high school au. One, because they are fun to write and two, because I’m literally very lazy and don’t feel like coming up with a creative reason Alex and the reader are enemies.

Timeline: Modern

Warnings: Swearing

Request: “request for hamilton x reader where they’re enemies”

Requested by: anonymous

Words: 1,435

“That asshole.” I grumbled, sliding down in my chair with my arms crossed. I was seething as I sat there. How dare that arrogant prick? He thinks he’s all that. Oh how I would love to prove to him that he’s really not all that important. That he’s not the best. Just because he can manage to beat me does not mean that he is better than me by any means. If anything I’m better than him, at least I’m not arrogant.

“I see that Alexander got a better grade than you again.” My friend said, hopping over the chair next to me then sitting down on it. “How much did he beat you by this time?” She asked with a tilting of her head and crossing of her legs. Turning my head away from her I mumbled the amount. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” She said. “Half a point.” I grumbled, glaring down at the big 99.5% written sloppily in red ink.

That dick Hamilton beat me by half a point. To top it all off this was one of my last chances to beat him on a test score. The last chance I have is the final that we are taking next week. We won’t know who has a better grade until two weeks after school is out for the summer.

I glared at my friend as she burst out into laughter. I don’t see why she finds this so funny. It’s been this way all year. I always lose to Hamilton by one or two points. Actually it’s been this way for as long as I can remember. Hamilton and I have always gone to the same school and have always been rivals for the best grade.

“I don’t see what’s so funny.” I grumbled, looking away from my friend. (F/n) has also always been this way. When ever Hamilton beat me just barely she’s always ended up laughing at me. “I just find it comical that you still get so upset about this. I mean, come on, it’s been this way between the two of you since grade school. I would think you would be used to the ‘crushing defeat’ by now.” She said with a giggle.

“Oh, haha, very funny.” I grumbled. “Oh, don’t take things so personally. I’m sure you can beat him on the final.” (F/n) said with a soft reassuring smile. I sarcastically smiled back. I know, mean, but honestly I’m in a terrible mood. She was about to say something but the final bell for the day rang. (F/n) said her goodbye then got up from the seat she had been occupying and grabbed her stuff, leaving the classroom. I hope she remembers that she’s driving me home today because of my broken down car.

Knowing how forgetful (F/n) can be I hurriedly grabbed my stuff and rushed out of the classroom. I have to catch up with her to make sure she remembers or beat her to her car. I didn’t take me long to get to my locker and shove all the books I need to complete my homework and studying in my bag. In fact it didn’t take me all that long to get to the exit either, considering how many people were crowding the halls. I managed to pack up in five minutes, that’s record time for me.

As I was about to leave and never come back, okay at least for the rest of the day, someone called my name. I internally groaned as I realized the owner of that voice. “What do you want, Alex?” I growled, turning around to face him. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.” Alex said with a wave of his hand. “Well, I’m sorry I don’t have the time nor do I want to talk with you.” I stated before turning around and starting to walk away.

I didn’t get far before Alex rudely grabbed my arm without my permission. With a turn I shook my his hand off my arm and glared at him. “It’ll be quick, I promise.” Alex said. I considered just shooting him down and leaving. I didn’t though, it would have made me feel bad. He seemed so sincere and it appeared that he really wanted to talk to me about something. With a sigh, I crossed my arms over my chest, motioning for him to proceed.

“I want to make a bet with you.” Alex said, a smirk pulling at his lips. Okay, I was starting to regret my decision a little bit, but a part of me was intrigued. What could he possibly want to bet me? “It’s about the final grades.” He wants to make a bet with me about the final grade? “If I make the higher score, you have to do one thing, anything, that I ask. If you win, I have to do one thing, anything, that you ask of me.” Alex offered, his smirk growing, if that was even possible.

Call me stupid all you want, I won’t care. I smirked right back at him with an air of confidence. I couldn’t turn an offer like this down, even if I haven’t managed to beat Alex at a test score this whole year. Sure, it may be dangerous for me to accept this offer, but I literally have no self control. “You have a deal.” I said with confidence sticking my hand out to shake his. Alex shook my hand, his smirk never fading for a second. After that the two of us went our separate ways, almost like nothing every happened.

The entirety of the following week was filled with studying. It was basically all I did whenever I had time. Not only was this test a final but I have to beat Alex. I have to get a better score than him, even if it’s only by a point or maybe just even half a point. I had never studied so much in my life.

By the time the test finally was to take place I was both exhausted and one hundred percent ready for this test. I can do this, I can get a better score than Alex. Then I could make him do whatever I want to publicly humiliate him. I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out as the final was placed before me on my desk. This is it, time to ace this thing. I placed my pencil down on the paper and wrote my name, thus starting this crucial final.

A few weeks later I was sitting at my desk, my laptop in front of me. These first two weeks of summer break have been a blast, but on my end have also been filled with anxiousness. I went in and out of the final with confidence now that confidence has faded and I’m realizing how foolish of a decision it was for me to accept that bet. I’ve never, as far as I can remember, beaten Alex on a test not to mention final. What was I thinking when I agreed? Why did I think I could get a better grade than him?

A minute or two ago Alex texted me saying his grade. He had 98 on his final, so I basically had to get a perfect score to beat him. There’s no way I got a perfect score. I took a deep breath in and let it out before opening my digital report card on my laptop. I scrolled down, looking for the English final’s grade. Finally I found it, but no that couldn’t be it. There’s no way I could have gotten that score. Three digits stared up at me in wonder as I gaped at the sight. One hundred percent. I got a one hundred percent on my final and I won the bet Alex and I made. I sat there in shock for a few moments before I numbly picked up my phone, texting Alex my grade.

The first thing he texted me was, ‘you’re just pulling my leg, right?‘. Oh, he wished I was but I was in fact not pulling his leg. I texted him back that I was being completely serious about my perfect score. A few minutes passed and nothing new was sent from Alex. Then just like that the three dots appeared to show that he was typing. “What do I have to do?” Was what he texted me. What I replied with not only surprised Alex but surprised me too.

“Go on a date with me.”

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A Week- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader x Southern! Democratic Republicans

A/N: The project that’s taken weeks to write, it’s finally done! This is just a little bit of a preview of a series I want to write? Kind of a prequel or introduction? But this took me so long, hope you enjoy!

Monday

“I’m home,” Y/N called, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag by the door. She swung off her coat and hung it on the hook, smiling as one of her boys appeared around the corner and held out his arms. Snuggling into Herc’s chest she finally felt at home.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

He leaned down and kissed her softly, cute and gentle and sweet. He looked at her with so much adoration that she felt her cheeks heat up the tiniest bit. Laf walked over and joined the hug with a grin. She separated from Hercules and kissed Lafayette’s cheek.

“How was work?”

She let out a huff. “More gossip, more rumors, more writing to be done.”

Alex laughed, coming through the front door behind her and kissing both Laf and Herc’s cheeks. “Don’t I know it.”

John was last, practically running around the corner and into his girlfriend’s arms. “BABY GIRL!”

“John!” she said, teasing him with the same amount of enthusiasm and kissing him. “Get any sketches done?”

He smiled proudly and showed her his colorful hands. “Paintings, actually.”

“I hope you didn’t do it on my desk again.” Y/N groaned playfully. When he looked down sheepishly she frowned. “John, you promised!” When he kissed her again, she shook her head. “Fine, just clean it up, ‘kay?”

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he announced, kissing her one more time before moving on to Alex.

Laf pulled her back against his chest. “I do love having you here, mon cheri.”

“It’s great to be here, Laf.”

“Then don’t leave!” John said, bouncing a bit. Y/N giggled as Alex nodded.

“Yeah, don’t go back to Thomas, he doesn’t need you, we do!”

“Aw, Alex,” Y/N teased, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Can’t leave my other boys alone- but, for tonight, I’m yours.”

Tuesday

Thomas held her close against his chest. “No, I don’t wanna share you!”

“Baby,” Y/N cooed, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Don’t you want to see Aaron and Jemmy?”

Thomas frowned. “Fine. But we better not run into Hamilton on our way out.”

She stood up and brushed off her legs with a scowl. “Thomas, you know I need to check on Alex before I go.”

He sighed dramatically as he stood and kissed her cheek. “I’m not going to talk to him.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” Y/N said with a giggle and lacing her fingers with his. Thomas slung her work bag over his shoulder and held her stack of books and papers with his free hand. Y/N had a brown paper bag clutched tightly in her hand. She stopped at Alexander’s office, letting Jefferson stand off to the side, and rapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Hamilton called. She entered with a smile. “Y/N, darling!”

She set the bag on his desk as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for a moment. He laid his forehead against hers and kissed her once more, hands roaming her body. She playfully pushed him away.

“Alex, it’s not your day,” she sang. Alex rolled his eyes before she handed him the bag. “Here.”

“A present?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow and beginning to open it.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “A meal. I know you, you won’t be home until midnight and by the time you finish writing you wouldn’t have had time to eat, and it’ll be too late. I made your favorite.”

He smiled at the Tupperware and kissed her again. “Thanks, sweetheart. Love you. Are you going to check on John?”

She nodded. “Yep, if Thomas stops acting like a child.” She raised her voice at the end, making sure Jefferson could hear her.

“HEY!” he called back to them.

She kissed Alex one more time before walking away. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, darling.”

Y/N walked out the door, giving him one last look, reminding him to eat his meal, and closed the door. Thomas had his arms crossed and was wearing a pout.

“You didn’t say you’d be in there for that long!”

“Come on, we still have to give John his meal, then we can go home.”

Jefferson groaned but gave no protest. After checking up on Laurens, Y/N and Jefferson got in the car. Thomas placed all of her things carefully in the back and slid into the driver’s seat, squeezing her hand. Once home, he parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bag.

“I can carry that, you know,” Y/N told him, stepping into the elevator with their fingers laced.

Thomas rolled his eyes as the elevator rose. “I only get to see you every other day, darling, I’m not letting you work hard while I’m around.”

She smiled and took out her keys, holding open the door for her boyfriend, making him frown at her briefly before entering.

“James!” Thomas exclaimed happily, setting down the bag and stepping into Madison’s arms. Y/N grinned at them before walking towards James and pulling him away for a moment to hug him.

“Missed you, sweetheart,” James said softly, pulling her into a small kiss. “Are you staying the night?”

She smiled. “Yep, don’t want to miss an opportunity to talk with my favorite boy.”

“You tell that to all your boys,” someone else said with a teasing tone. Y/N turned around and walked into Aaron’s arms, kissing his cheek as he wasn’t one for lots of physical contact.

“Yes, but I only mean it with you,” she cooed, rubbing his back and snuggling into his shoulder. Thomas and James quickly joined in, not wanting to be left out. Cuddled between three of her boys, there was no place she’d rather be.

Wednesday

“Wednesday’s movie night,” Hercules called, stepping into the apartment with arms full of movies. “We have one each of everyone’s favorites, we don’t have time for everything, we’re watching 2 movies so get your arguments ready!”

Alex jumped up from the couch. He had previously had Y/N’s feet on his legs as she sat in John’s lap, but he quickly pushed them off so he could begin to scream. “We have to watch The Little Mermaid!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You love that movie more than you love me!”

John rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck from behind. “He doesn’t love the movie, N/N, it’s Ariel he’s in love with.”

“Great.” she chuckled. “That’s better.”

Laf entered through the door behind Herc, carrying 3 large boxes of pizza. He set the food down and smiled, coming into the living room and holding out his arms.

“I’m home, mon cheris!”’

John jumped off the couch and barrelled into Laf’s arms. “Please don’t let Alex choose The Little Mermaid again, Laf, don’t you love me?” Laurens gave his best puppy eyes.

“Aw, mon amour, it’s beyond my control!” Lafayette kissed the top of his head and opened his arms to Y/N. She stepped into them, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly.

“Glad you’re home,” she whispered into his hair.

“Glad you’re here,” he replied softly, kissing her again.

“But please, Laf, don’t let him choose again!”

Gilbert laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

Thursday

“Where are we going?”

Thomas pulled Y/N more tightly against his chest. “Well, we can do Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Mexican, Italian- or we can just run to the store and get another frozen meal.”

Y/N shifted a bit in his lap. “Okay, and when is Aaron coming home?”

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Thomas poked her nose, making her pout. After she gave him her dinner order he kissed her. “Aaron will be home any minute, and James should be up from his nap soon.”

Sure enough, only a few moments later Madison wandered out of the bedroom and came into the living room. He smiled at the two.

“Thanks for letting me rest, I feel much better.” James sniffed and settled next to them on the couch. Thomas took his hand and Y/N leaned over to kiss his cheek. Madison frowned. “Y/N, you’ll get sick!”

“And I’ll have you to take care of me,” she finished, kissing him on the lips.

“I’m home,” Aaron called, walking in. “I brought home enough ingredients for Thomas to make mac and-”

“MAC AND CHEESE!” Thomas exclaimed, shaking Y/N a bit. “Guys, Aaron is my favorite person ever!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and got off of Thomas, kissing Aaron’s forehead. “What have I told you about spoiling the children.”

“Sorry, darling,” Aaron replied, smiling.

Friday

She snuggled into Herc’s chest. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.”

He kissed the top of her head. She smiled as John rubbed her shoulders. “Why not, sweetheart?”

“‘Cause tomorrow I have to leave you again.”

“Yeah,” Alex piped up from John’s other side. “Why not stay?”

Laf smiled. “Come on, mon amour.” He reached for Y/N’s hand and squeezed it over Hercules. “Then you get to go and hang out with Thomas and James and Aaron!”

She grinned back. “Yeah. And then Sunday I’ll be back. Okay, goodnight.”

Saturday

“You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Y/N,” James reminded his girlfriend, watching with a fond smile as she moved closer to him.

“You’re always sick, cuddling has never killed me before!”

Madison shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Aaron came in shortly, finding his spot at Y/N’s other side and spooning her. “Goodnight. Thomas will be in soon.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s almost as bad as Alex, I doubt he’ll be here at all.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Jefferson piped up, coming in with an easy smirk on his face. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Sunday

She took the pregnancy test between her hands, studying it slowly. She felt her vision go a bit blurry, her world crashing around her.

It was positive.

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LAURENS | ONESHOT (pt. 2)

Pairings: Lams, Hamliza (mentioned)

Plot: Laurens had been turned over a century ago. He didn't realize how lonely that could've been…

Warnings: Blood, mild peril, language, death.

Words: 3,129

A/N: Again, a slight disclaimer that this John is different. He's been through unspeakable things and this particular scene takes place far after those events! I hope you all enjoy for this took me far too long to make.

P.S. What do you all think of the title Zugzwang? It’s a chess term but I thought it’d be fitting for this series!

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Alex bounces his leg up and down swiftly as he studies the chess board, his fingers crossed over each other and pressed lightly to his lips. He watches as Laurens shifts his queen over and he quietly presses his fingers to his temple in thought.

“Eliza asked about you yesterday,” he gets out, moving his own pawn forward and capturing one of Laurens pieces, looking up to meet his eyes. John’s face hardened only slightly at the mention of Alexander’s wife. It had been weeks since the talk of wanting a baby and Hamilton hadn’t discussed it further after. Laurens didn’t mind the silence on the topic. He actually preferred it. It stirred a pot that had long since been simmered to a calm boil and he wasn’t enthused to crack open that lid quite yet. Or ever really.

“Did she? How nice. What did she say?” Laurens asks, moving his knight in an L shape to avoid another capture.

“Oh, well she wished to know how you were fairing.” Alex replies, taking a moment to himself to think of his next move, his eyes ticking away from the board long enough to spot John tightening his hand around the white pawn he had captured from Alexander earlier in the game. It had been quite the time whenever the two would play against the other. Hamilton never had a clear answer, but he found it odd that the game always ended in a stalemate. Always at an impasse and never a direct winner. He couldn't understand why Laurens had continuously insisted on playing when the outcome was always the same. Still, he appeased his longtime friend and played along.

“Oh—“ Laurens shifted in his seat, watching Alexander’s hand hover over his own knight and wondering what his move would be.

“—and there is something I must discuss with you John,” he states, a certain nervous tone causing John to make eye contact with him slowly, his silence a small nudge for Alexander to continue.

Hamilton clears his throat, his fingers finally gripping his knight and shifting him over to capture one of Laurens rooks, causing the blonde to frown at the unexpected move.

“Elizabeth is with child,” he breathes, clutching John’s black rook piece until his knuckles had turned white, knowing how Laurens would take the news considering their previous conversation on the matter, “Now, I know your viewpoint on the matter, but I’d like to speak my peace, okay?”

“Speak? Your peace?” John scoffs, tapping the edge of the table angrily, chuckling to himself with a heavy sinister tone. “Well, go on then. Speak your peace!”

Alexander remains silent for another moment, his eyes scanning John’s seething expression. It had been made clear to him that no matter what he had to say, John wasn’t going to listen. He wouldn’t care for his excuses or feelings. It made it extremely difficult to explain anything to the man at all. He could feel his heart speed up as his own anger began to bubble, bringing his heated gaze down to the board, all the while John had been growing impatient for the ginger’s explanation.

“This wasn’t just her decision Laurens. It takes two, you know. I had been a willing participant and just because I don’t spew every desire of mine to you it doesn’t make it non-existent. You’re my friend, are you not? You have been for three years now and ever since my engagement to Eliza you've been distant, moody and dare I say it— jealous!”

John narrows his eyes at the word, appalled Alex would even believe that to be true. It wasn’t… He was agitated by the whole ordeal! Not jealous! He wouldn’t even give him the satisfaction of thinking so.

“Jealous? You think me to be jealous of your pathetic little love story?” Laurens whispers menacingly, leaning over the board slightly now, both hands gripping each side of the table in a vice-like grip, his icy blue irises piercing Hamilton’s warmer one’s, making the ginger feel a shiver climb his spine slowly. “Y-Yes. I do, actually. And nothing you have done has proven you to be otherwise in my objective opinion. It is how I feel, and like it or not, my feelings on the matter are valid.”

Laurens lets out a cold laugh, echoing throughout the large room to Alexander’s dismay. He already felt slightly uncomfortable with Laurens presence. He had never laid his hands on him. Not one single time. However, this felt different. John’s anger felt different. Alexander hadn’t realized how much of a betrayal it was to his companion. His friend who could never tell Alex what it was he truly felt now without a guilty conscience. The human he was enamored with, a husband and now soon to be a father. He couldn’t fathom explaining the constant heartbreak he’s suffered since Alexander had told him of his courting of Elizabeth.

“And what, pray tell, might I be jealous of Alexander? Hm? Your marriage? The child you have helped bring into this filthy and unforgiving world? What?” John questions.

“I think— well, I think you are. Not just for all of those reasons, but I believe you have unspoken feelings that you refuse to say aloud,” Hamilton nearly whispers, attempting to calm himself knowing perfectly well that if the situation were to escalate, it could get well out of hand rather swiftly. “It is your move, Laurens. If you wish to continue to fight about the matter— fine. But I still wish to complete the game.”

John lets out a heavy sigh, falling silent as he mulls at the game, calculating the positions and possible moves of the pieces. He leans over the chessboard now and moves in towards Alexander who doesn't shift an inch, fear gripping at the smaller man’s chest and tightening it uncomfortably. Laurens had continued to close the space between the two, his voice low and with a gentle smile he whispered, “White is at zugzwang…”

Alexander releases a shuddered breath, peering down and finding no move he could make on the chess board that would find him in a useful position. He would have to either resign or play until the bitter end. It was the first too. Never had they not been in a stalemate’s position. It slightly made him wonder if John had purposefully forced each game to end the same.

Alexander’s brow creased at the slight realization making John snicker at the reaction he had long expected.

“Surprised?” He stands fully now, straightening himself out and gesturing towards the board, willing Alexander to move a piece. “To answer your question— yes. I have been purposefully stalemating the matches between us,” he states nonchalantly, looking down once more, pulling his left arm behind his back casually.

“How’d you—“

“—know what you were thinking? One of my many talents,” he smiles genuinely, tapping the table top lightly, “I wanted you to see the both of us as equals Alexander. So yes, I did impose a deadlock each time. Everything we do… is as equals should do it. Don’t you agree?”

Alex chews on his bottom lip, nodding slowly in understanding and agreement.

“Will you resign then or shall you continue?” John asks, referring back to the match at hand.

Alexander gives his friend a questioning look, determined to truly acknowledge Laurens intentions. If what he said was true, why had he broken the stalemate rhythm now? Had he felt the need to gain some sort of control that he couldn’t have in actuality? If so, Alex had felt as though he may have been to blame for it.

“I’m sorry, John.”

Laurens stares Alex down, giving him a moment to himself briefly before reaching out slowly to touch John’s face in which the blonde side steps the attempt, pointing to the match once again, “It’s your turn.”

“John, don’t be angry. The baby won’t deter what we already have as friends—“

“If you refuse to move a piece, I’ll be forced to checkmate you.”

“You’ll checkmate me anyway no matter what,” he gets out growing irritated with Laurens deferring the real conversation and referring back to the game constantly, “Laurens, we need to talk about this. About what you’re feeling.”

“Move the pawn Alexander,” Laurens orders gently, his eyes serious and dark. He silently cautioned Alex with a glance, warning him to silence himself or else.

“No, not until you talk to me about—“

“MOVE THE PAWN, ALEXANDER!” John interrupts, slamming both hands down upon the table, forcing a few pieces from their spots and Hamilton to jump at the sudden lash.

The ginger forces himself to breathe squeezing his hands into fist. He was exhausted with this little game. Both chess and Laurens refusal to speak what he already knew to be truth.

“I know you fancy me, John—“

“Don’t—“

“I know that’s why you hated the idea of me courting Eliza. And why you seethed at the engagement. It’s why you never showed up to the wedding. I had asked you to be my best mate and you declined. Impolitely might I add. Yet, I still loved you as a friend should.”

“Hamilton,” Laurens grits, his voice low and threatening.

“It was wrong of me to ask that of you. I had known then, and I still had some sort of impertinence to be angry with you when you had told me to fuck off. John, I’m so sorry for putting you through that. But it’s still my life. She’s my wife. And I love her.”

“SHUT UP!” John bellowed, gripping the table tightly and flipping it over in his rage, the chess pieces cluttering and clanking against the marble floor loudly. Alex pushed himself back against his seat out of shock, his chest rising and falling quickly now as Laurens made his way to him, clutching the arm rests, their noses centimeters apart.

“What do you know about love? Hm? You’ve known her for not even a year and I’ve known you for three. Three years! Wasted!” He shouts, his brow low and face reddened with his frustrations.

“Not wasted,” Alexander corrects gently, shaken but still willing to stare into John’s eyes, raising his fingers and feeling how they trembled slightly before they touch the skin of his friend's cheek. Alex smiles hesitantly, John’s skin just as cold as his views of the world.

“I said I loved her, John. I never said I didn’t love you as well,” he whispered, watching John’s face turn into one of slight confusion before his eyes softened, scoffing in disbelief at the smaller man’s words.

“What?”

“Must I repeat it?” Hamilton asks, bringing his other hand up to cup Laurens face as well, mesmerized by the contrast between his wife and his friend. Her hair and eyes were as dark and deep as the night sky but his hair was as golden as the sun with eyes that were brighter than a freezing lake. It was remarkable. How different they both were and just how he loved the two of them equally.

“You can’t have us both Alex,” Laurens whispers, forcing a frown onto Hamilton’s face, “You must make your decision. Which piece will you move?”

Alexander remains silent, taken aback at his friend's phrasing and analogy, shaking his head roughly, “John, please. Enough of this silly little game.”

“It isn’t a game. And you were right. It is your life. But this is mine and if you want to be a part of it, you must make your move. It is your turn,” Laurens whispers, still hovering inches from Hamilton’s face.

Alex pauses, the silence between the two becoming thick before he could no longer handle the growing hostility on Laurens face with each passing second. He pulls John in, placing a passionate kiss upon his friend’s lips before he murmurs his next sentence, seeing the genuine surprise across Laurens features. “I want to be a part of it, John. I want to be—“

Laurens, in turn, returns the kiss, hearing Alex’s blood rush deliciously as he moves his kisses across his jawline and toward the side of his enamored’s neck.

The breathless noises emitting from them both drive Hamilton nearly mad, raising his shaky hands to grip at John’s shoulders, closing his eyes to bask in John’s sweet peppered kisses. The ginger hadn’t stopped him when he snuck his fingers through the knot of his silk cravat, loosening the fabric and pulling it off, letting it flutter to the floor behind him just before pulling Alex’s collar down, exposing his neck and only a bit of his shoulder.

John had hummed lightly at the now exposed and freckle-filled skin, wanting to kiss each spot he could see.

Alexander, utterly taken with the moment, pulls John closer, wrapping his arms around the taller gent and quietly praying for him to continue, laying his own gentle pecks onto Laurens ear and just underneath it, anywhere he could reach without pulling apart from him really.

John takes that as a hint to keep going, first kissing the now exposed skin of his shoulder and moving upwards to his neck, shuddering at Alexander’s quickened heartbeat that he could hear from such a close proximity. He had known that a fast heartbeat may help cause a steady stream. A stream he was desperate to taste.

But if he did, how would Alex react? Would he be afraid? Angry? Confused? Laurens only knew he was when this dark gift was forced upon him. But as Hamilton beckoned him to proceed, he couldn’t find any sense in denying himself an existence-long companion. To end his lonely suffering once and for all.

John kisses Alexander’s neck fervently now, locating the best pulse point he could before gently whispering over Hamilton’s skin. “Checkmate.”

Before Alex could even process the statement, he could feel Laurens wrap his arms around him tightly, trapping him in his current spot and feeling a sharp sting upon his neck. His eyes widen as he attempts to scream though instead finds that he can’t, his body quickly growing limp against his will. First his legs, then his midsection then finally his arms, but not before he could grip at the back of John’s waistcoat, his tight grip on the fabric lessening as his friend drained his body.

Alex could only feel the fear clench at his heart… or perhaps it was just stopping? He wasn’t exactly certain though he knew he had felt betrayed. Thinking John must have stabbed him in the neck and this was to be his last night on Earth, he sensed his body plummeting to the ground when Laurens had released him, crumpling with a thump against the marble floor and spotting his blood splatter against the tile before him.

John had breathed heavily, watching Alexander’s hand twitch as he slowly began to die, getting onto his hands and knees to lay eye to eye with his love, brushing a red curl from Alex’s pale face. Hamilton’s eyes widened slightly as he struggled to breathe, stressing himself at the sight of his own blood over Laurens lips and chin, panicking inwardly.

“Shhhh,” John whispers, gently stroking Alex’s cheek, staring into his dulling eyes before speaking once more in a calm tone, needing Alex to relax and listen to each word. “I have drained you enough to kill you slowly. I can leave you here to do so if that is what you choose. Or I can save you. You’ll live with an immortality you’ve never known. The choice is completely yours, my love. But you better make it quick or Father Time shall make it for you.”

Alex’s hand continues to twitch lightly, his mind reeling from Laurens words, not completely understanding what he had meant but rightfully afraid that dwelling on it for too long could cost him his life.

He struggles heavily to respond, gurgling out the word ‘help’ just before Laurens sat up, sighing in relief at Alex’s decision to live before pulling his own sleeve up and exposing his wrist. He bites down onto it with a wince, forcing himself to bleed lightly as he holds his wrist to Hamilton’s lips. “You must drink Alexander…”

Alex hesitates but eventually does as he’s told, feeling Laurens blood flow over his tongue and down his throat smoothly, quickly regaining the strength in his body. He shifts on the ground, the chill he felt over his body warming itself and he wonders if he had been going insane. Had he actually enjoyed the taste of John’s blood on his tongue? Had he truly wanted more?

Whatever the answer may be, he doesn’t stop. Even as John’s gasp of ‘enough’ reaches his ears and he attempts to pull away from the feeding ginger. Alexander sits up, gripping John’s arm tightly, continuing to drink from the self-inflicted bite on his friend’s inner wrist.

John cries out sharply, pushing Hamilton off of him with his free hand, seething at the smaller man who wipes at his lips with his sleeve, Laurens blood staining the loose fabric. “I said enough! You’ll drain the entirety of me!” He shouts, holding his wrist to his own chest protectively, eyeing Alex who glared at him now.

As Laurens catches his breath, he watches the other man double over, suddenly groaning at the sharp pain that settled in his chest. Knowing this was a necessary phase in his transformation, John finds the strength to kneel beside his love, feeling a slight pity and wanting to comfort him through the terrifying experience.

Laurens blood would slowly act as a poison, killing Alex and rejuvenating him into something much more familiar to John. He didn’t know how to explain it without frightening Hamilton even more so, so instead he kissed Alexander’s temple gently, whispering his comforts and words of affection until Alex would fall still and silent in a curled position on the floor. No longer whimpering or shivering. John however continues to stroke his curls until Alex flutters his lashes as though waking from slumber, those beautiful eyes dragging over to John’s face in slight confusion, opening his mouth and wiggling his jaw to relieve the initial discomfort of his new fangs.

He brings his fingers up, touching the sharp tooth regretfully as his finger begins to bleed, scrambling into an upright position to get as far away from Laurens as possible, his chest rising and falling quickly. “John, what did you do? What did you do?!” Alex exclaims in question, his breathtaking violet-blue irises wide and full of trepidation.

“What you asked… welcome to your new life, my love.” John declares through the sweet silence, though he was certain Hamilton would never— through love— give him this peace again.

#I think I want to call this series of oneshots ‘Zugzwang’#vampire au #historical hamilton #alexander hamilton #historical lams #john laurens #historical john laurens #aide writes!#amrev

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Can I request historical Lams where the aides have a mini wedding for Johnny-boy and Alex, please? No homophobia between them, just helping their friends get married.

The Lams wedding we all need! (Pure fluff ahead- )

This one’s a pretty long one. Ask and you shall recieve!

***

It's late in the evening, perhaps about eight or eight-thirty to be precise when Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton rouses from his afternoon nap in his bed he shares with his dear Laurens. Hamilton yawns deeply, trying to stifle it with the back of his hand but fails at the task. His startling dark blue eyes flutter open as he snuggles further against Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens's bare and exposed chest. Hamilton smiles when he hears Laurens's heart beat under his ear and closes his eyes, trying his best to remain asleep, to enjoy this peaceful bliss they finally have.

However, Laurens stirs in his sleep, grumbling something incoherently under his breath as he nuzzles his nose into Hamilton's russet curls, wrapping his musuclar arms around Hamilton's small frame, pulling him closer.

Hamilton giggles softly when he feels Laurens press a kiss to Hamilton's brow and then to the crown of his head. Laurens grins as he watches his beautiful Hamilton sleep, cooing soft snores as he snuggles closer towards Laurens. Laurens smiles softly as he rubs Hamilton's bare arms up and down. Hamilton groans before letting out a deep yawn as his eyes slowly flutter open. He inclines his head a little to lock his eyes with Laurens's bright, sky-blue ones. Hamilton smiles wide and leans up to press a kiss to Laurens's lips.

"Morning," Laurens grumbles, his voice husky and thick from sleep. He sits up, the bed creaking as he does with the bedsheets falling down to his lap. He yawns and rubs the grogginess out of his eyes.

Hamilton giggles as he sits up next to him, resting his head on his shoulder. He raises an eyebrow.

"Morning? I believe it to be...evening...my dear," Hamilton corrects.

Laurens blushes, a faint pink dusting his pale cheeks, as he presses his lips together. He swallows and nods as he glances out the window in their shared room, seeing the once bright afternoon blue sky now turning into a dark blue.

"Ah...you're right," Laurens admits. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly as he glances back down at Hamilton. "How'd you...how'd you uh...how'd you sleep, darlin'?"

Hamilton snorts when he hears the Southern twang in Laurens's accent. Hamilton sighs dreamily as he combs a few strands of silky, honey-blonde hair behind Laurens's ear. Laurens smiles, closing his eyes as he leans into Hamilton's touch.

"I slept well," Hamilton confesses. "I feel quite energized for our wedding tonight."

Laurens's eyes snap open. To be quite honest, Laurens had completely forgotten about his wedding. Laurens's eyes softens but yet are somehow wide a little as he glances down at his engagment ring on his ring finger. With pursed lips, Laurens smiles as he rubs the simple gold band back and forth with his thumb before leaning down to press a kiss to Hamilton's lips. Hamilton giggles as he deepens the kiss, cupping both of Laurens's cheeks while Laurens grabs hold of Hamilton's forearms to keep him steady.

Laurens grins as Hamilton slowly pushes him back down onto the bed, his blonde hair flowing around him, glowing like a golden halo. Hamilton, while still kissing Laurens deeply and slowly as to savor each moment, crawls over top of Laurens.

After a few minutes, Hamilton unfortunately has to pull apart for a breath of air and he rests his forehead agaisnt Laurens's, the tips of their noses nudging against each other's, their lips grazing lazily over the other, they're eyes both closed.

Laurens's eyes flutter open slightly as he gazes into Hamilton's, tucking a loose curl behind the back of his ear. Laurens lets out a breathy sigh.

"Our wedding," he whispers, still in disbleief. He scoffs, a sound that actually sounds like a laugh, as he shakes his head. "I'm getting married."

Hamilton laughs softly as he nods, leaning down to press another kiss to Laurens's lips.

"I'm getting married..." Laurens says shakily as he runs a hand through his hair.

Hamilton nods, stroking Laurens's sharp cheekbone. "You're getting married, Jack."

Laurens inclines his head a little to meet Hamilton's eyes and grips Hamilton's chin in his palm. "To you."

Hamilton hums as Laurens slowly pulls him down. "To me."

Hamilton giggles as he presses his lips to Laurens's again. Laurens angles his face to capture Hamilton's lips a bit better. Laurens hums as he deepns the kiss, pulling Hamilton down towards him inch by inch until Laurens is lying fully on the bed.

"You'll be my husband," Hamilton whispers into Laurens's ear. "All mine...forever..."

"All yours," Laurens whispers breathlessly.

Their intimacy was unforunately interrupted when they both hear a soft knock coming from the door. Hamilton gasps, slight fear shining through his eyes as he yanks himself off of Laurens and flops down onto the side of the bed beside him. Laurens chuckles as he rolls his eyes, watching Hamilton frantically grabbing the sheets to cover himself up. Laurens turns to find General Washington's Head of Intelligence: Benjamin Tallmadge standing in the doorway with a small smile on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. He raises an eyebrow and smirks teasingly as Hamilton blushes deeply, burying his face into the crook of Laurens's shoulder and groans.

"Major Tallmadge!" Hamilton groans, tossing a pillow at Tallmadge, who dodges just in time. Hamilton shoots him a hard glare. "How long have you been standing there?"

Talmadge shrugs. "Long enough."

"Evening, Ben," Laurens says as he swings himself around and pushes himself off the bed to embrace his old firend. "May we help you?"

"I just came to inform you that the others are setting up the venu for the wedding out in the woods. And that General Washington gives you his blessing for marrying Colonel Hamilton and he'd be honored to walk Colonel Hamilton down the--" Tallmadge uses air quotes as he says, "--aisle."

Hamilton chuckles as he shakes his head. “As much I keep denying it, I’ll admit, His Excellency has been such a father-figure to me these past years.” He shrugs. “It would make sense.”

Tallmadge just smiles wide as he glanes between the two and nods, clapping a hand onto Laurens’s shoulder. “You two best get ready. Laurens?”

Laurens turns his head towards Tallmadge, raising an eyebrow. “You are to meet me at the ‘alter’ out in the woods where you will stand as you wait for Alexander.”

Laurens nods in understanding and thanks Tallmadge as he exits their bedroom. Laurens closes the door gently behind him and grins as he turns around to face Hamilton. Hamilton smiles wide as he watches Laurens with a fond expression as Laurens bows gentlemanly and grabs hold of Hamilton’s hand and brings it up towards his lips to press a tender kiss to Hamilton’s knuckles with his other arm behind his back.

Laurens cracks one eye open as he says teasingly, “Mr. Laurens...”

“Mr. Laurens?” Hamilton echos. He frowns. “I think I’d rather keep my last name, thank you very much. How about you change yours.”

Laurens frowns. “John Hamilton...?”

Hamilton nods. “It has a nice ring to it!”

Laurens nods. “It does.” A pause. “But you will be my husband. I was the one who proposed to you and if you were a woman, you would be my bride and brides last name’s change when they get married to their husbands. So...”

“I see your logic...” Hamilton murmurs. He swings his legs around so he’s now sitting on the edge of the bed in front of Laurens. He grabs both of Laurens’s hands in his and squeezes them. “But enough of that! We’ll figure it out later, but for now...let’s...let’s finally get married.”

Laurens chuckles as he leans down to press his lips to Hamilton’s once more. “As you wish, my love.”

~~~

Laurens stands in the woods beside Tallmadge with his arms crossed over his chest as they watch Lafayette direct Tilghman and Meade onto where to place the alter, shaking his head when they get it misplaced and mumbling, “Non, non! A little bit to the right!”

Colonel Robert Hansen Harrison walks up to Laurens and Tallmadge with a wide smile as he tips his head in greeting. Laurens and Tallmadge nod back. Harrison stands on the left side of Laurens, watching with amusement as Lafayette begins to get frustrated, while Tallmadge stands on the right. Harrison beams as he claps his hand on Laurens’s shoulder.

“So, Laurens...how do you feel?” Harrison asks.

Laurens sighs, his cheeks puffing out. He eyes the venu with wide eyes and swallows. “To be honest, I’m uh...I’m quite nervous, actually...”

Tallmadge laughs as he pats Laurens’s other shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

Laurens scoffs. “Easy for you to say.”

“Aw, come on, Laurens!” Meade says, dusting his hands as he walks up to the trio. “Cheer up! It’s your wedding!”

Laurens chuckles as he embraces Meade tightly, patting his back as they pull apart. “I know. I know. It’s just...what if...what if I mess up...or...or...he rejects...”

“Nonsense!” Meade scoffs. “He loves you, John. He wouldn’t have said yes to your proposal if he didn’t love you!”

Laurens shrugs. “I see your point, Kidder.”

“Ah! Lady Washington!” Meade gasps as he whips his head over his shoulder and bows respectfully as Martha Washington approaches them with a kind smile on her face, lifting her dress as to not trip over herself.

The trio bow respectfully towards her as she approaches closer. She nods in greeting as each soldier stands. Lady Washington’s eyes finally lands on Laurens’s and she smiles wider than before,

“Colonel Laurens,” she says sweetly. “A pleasure it is to finally meet you in person. Alexander has told me so much about you.” A pause. “For the past hour and the half...”

Resepctfully, Laurens grabs hold of Lady Washington’s hand in his and brings it up to his lips before lowering back down and standing upright again, his arms clasped behind his back and nods.

“Thank you. And the pleasure’s all mine, Lady Washington,” Laurens says.

Lady Washington waves it off followed by a “pshh” sound. “Oh, please, dear! Call me Martha.”

“Right, of course,” Laurens says, his cheeks reddening a little. He worries his lower lip. “Um...Lady Washington--I mean--Martha...”

Laurens has to jog up to keep up with her as she turns about, no doubt heading to where Hamilton is getting himself ready. She turns to him, arching an eyebrow. Laurens chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Have you uh...have you seen him?” Laurens asks. “Alexander?”

Lady Washington nods slowly. “I have...”

“And?” Laurens prompts.

She smiles again. “He’s beautiful.”

Laurens could feel his heart fluttering in circles as he watches Lady Washigton walk off.

Best get to my place, Laurens thinks to himself. He sighs as he smooths out the wrinkles in his lapels, smoothing out his waist coat and adjusting his cravat. He combs back any loose strand of honey-blonde hair that have escaped his low braided ponytail behind his ears and marches up to the alter where Tallmadge, Tilghman, and Harrison stand behind him. Across from Laurens, is an empty space where Hamilton would stand and Lafayette, Meade, and Harrison stand behind Hamilton’s place. Laurens turns back to the entranceway of the aisle, his palms sweaty with nervousness and as he bites his lip.

Waiting.

And he waits.

He waits.

~~~

Hamilton breathes in deeply as he stands at the entranceway towards the woods where the venu is being held, his arm hooked through General Washington’s while the other grasps hold of the bouquet of roses--violet to match his eyes. Hamilton glances out at the entraceway of the aisle and exhales shaprly.

The General smiles down at him. “Are you alright, my boy?”

Hamilton swallows again as he nods. “Yes, sir. Just...just nervous...”

General Washington chuckles and nods in complete understanding. “Ah, yes. I know the feeling. I was like that at my wedding.”

Hamiltons scoffs out a laugh. “I’m getting married...I’m getting married...” His voice cracks with emotion as his chin wobbles, his eyes already beginning to water.

“Yes, Alexander,” the General says as he guides them to the entrace. “You are.”

Hamilton turns to him. “Thank you. Your Excellency, sir. For all of this.”

“It would be my honor,” General Washington mumurs.

Once they reach the entranceway of the aisle, Hamilton takes yet another deep breath in and lets it out shakily. He grips the General’s arm tighter as he swallows.

“Are you ready, Alexander?” the General says.

Hamilton bites his lip as he nods. “I’m ready, sir.”

With that, Hamilton and the General begin to march along the narrow aisle towards Laurens who stands impatiently at the alter.

Hamilton smiles wide, wide enough that the corners of his eyes crinkle when he sees Laurens. Laurens, wearing his Contenintal blue unifrom, his sword stashed in its sheath, his black tricorn hat perched on his head, nearly collapses when he sees his Hamilton walking down towards him, his arm looped through the General’s while clutching onto the violet roses with the other.

Tallmadge claps his hand onto Laurens’s shoulder to keep him steady. Hamilton was beautiful, indeed. Lady Washington was right about that. With his wavy, dark red hair done up in a French-roll hair style, a few curls dangling in front of his ear and a rich purple Plumeria flower behind Hamilton’s ear, a row of flowers going around his head in a shape of a crown. His light red freckles dusting over his cheeks like stars in the night sky. Hamilton wore white instead of his usual Continental uniform. He wanted to keep the tradition of a normal wedding.

Laurens couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. His blue eyes widen as Hamilton approaches him closer, and he smiles trembly. Laurens was speechless.

Laurens could feel a tear finally escaping him as Hamilton stands in front of him now, turning towards the General, who will not only being walking Hamilton down the aisle but also the one to wed them. The General blinks his eyes before nodding once and bowing repsectfully before stepping back. Hamilton grabs Laurens outward hand and steps onto the alter, gripping both Laurens’s hands in his.

“It is truly my honor to be able to wed you both,” the General says, his arms clasped behind him with his back straight as he glances between Hamilton and Laurens. “We are gathered here today to unite Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton in holy matrimony.”

Laurens squeezes Hamilton’s hands in his as he laughs. Hamilton smiles wide, bright as the sun.

“If there are any objections, please say so now,” the General continues.

Silence.

Hamilton swallows the lump of tears down his throat and Laurens bites his tongue to hold back a sob. The General smiles.

“Your vows,” the General says. He turns to Laurens. “Laurens?”

Laurens sighs nervously. “Alexander...I, John Laurens, will always love and cherish you. All of you.”

Hamilton smiles wider.

“I vow to you, Alexander, that I will not only protect my country but you as well. You have changed me. You gave me purpose. A reason to be here. I have never met anyone as kind nor beautiful as you and I will love you and have you as mine for as long as you shall have me,” Laurens continues. He could already feel tears slipping.

Hamilton laughs as he squeezes Laurens’s hand as it’s his turn.

“My dear Jack...I, Alexander Hamilton, will always love and cheish you. All of you. I vow to you, my Jack, that I will not only protect my country but you as well. I never let any in my life. Not as close you. Yet you have stolen my affections. You have charmed me. And now...it is still quite unbelieveable for someone like me, just a bastard, orphan, and a son of a whore to end up marrying someone like you. I love you, John Laurens,” Hamilton says. He lets out a breathy sob. “I love you and I give you my complete and utter devotion to you.” A pause. “As your husband.”

“The rings,” the General prompts.

Laurens pulls out Hamilton’s silver, diamond ring and grabs Hamilton’s ring finger in his slightly larger palm. Laurens glances back towards the General.

“I, John Laurens, take thee Alexander Hamilton, to be my lawfully wedded husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherrish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I give you this ring as a sign of my love.”

Hamilton lets out a sob as Laurens slides the ring slowly onto Hamilton’s finger. Hamilton sniffs as he grabs hold of Laurens’s gold band.

“I, Alexander Hamilton, take thee John Laurens, to be my lawfully wedded husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherrish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I give you this ring as a sign of my complete and utter devotion to you.”

Laurens swallows as he laughs shakily as he watches Hamilton slide the ring onto his finger. Both men turn towards the General expectantly.

“Do you, John Laurens, take thee Alexander Hamilton to have and to hold, for richer or pooer, through sickeness and in health, until death do you part?” the General asks.

Laurens nods, never taking his eyes off of Hamilton’s. “I do.”

“And do you, Alexander Hamilton, take thee John Laurens, to have and to hold, for richer or pooer, through sickness and in health, until death do you part.”

Tears slip down Hamilton’s freckeld cheeks as he nods. “I do.”

“By the power vested in me,” the General continues. “I now pronounce you, husband and husband.” He turns to Laurens and nods. “You may now kiss the groom.”

Hamilton grins as he slides his arms up around Laurens neck so their chests are now almost touching. Laurens hums as he snakes his arms around the small of Hamilton;s back and pulls him close. He angles and captures Hamilton’s lips onto his his. Hamilton grunts with surpirse but melts into the kiss. Laurens grins, deepneing the kiss.

Hamilton has always heard people say in New York you can be a new man.

And, he guesses that’s true.

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