#george washington/gilbert du motier marquis de lafayette

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Broke: the Hamilton cast - Washington, Lafayette, Mulligan, Burr, Hamilton, and Laurens

Woke: historically accurate cast - Meade, Tilghman, McHenry, Harrison, Hamilton, Laurens

[fandom-bltch-ab]

As mixed as my feelings on the Hamilton musical are, I have to admit that reverse!verse fics are fucking funny. Like Chris Jackson and George Washington are flip-flopped, and Lin-Manuel Miranda and Alexander Hamilton are flipped, and- fucking Daveed Diggs and Lafayette are switched. It’s just funny-

A quote from a fic that I’ve read:

KGIII: “Only for the original founding daddy, Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

Approaching the “historical lams” part is weird sometimes, though. (It would be Lin and Anthony, and idk abt that)

Idk. I just thinks they’re funny.

[herewithstupid]

Found this when glancing at Twitter and I’m fucking dying. There’s definitely more on there- I just don’t have the proper history know-how to appreciate them. But the ones I at least knew had me fucking dying

[hamiltonncorrectquotes]

Hamilton: why are we doing this again?

Washington: It’s an emergency, Alex. Someone might be dying.

Hamilton: I get that, but why are we doing it?!

Laurens: ‘Cause we’re nice. and maybe whoever it is will give us a little cheddar cheese for our help...

Washington: Which isn’t the point!

Laurens: Which isn’t the point! I mean... if he doesn’t pony up...

Lafayette: We’ll take his car!

Hamilton: B-b-bingo!

[i-will-never-be-satisfied101]

Washington : So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car?

Adrienne de Lafayette : Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Gilbert , deer!"

Washington : ...And what did he do?

Adrienne de Lafayette : ...He said "Yes, Honey?"

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

George Washington: Can someone please explain why the cow is painted pink?

Lafayette:

Lafayette: I really wanted a pink drink

[bambismoonlight]

Washington: You have zero military experience.

Lafayette: Correct.

Washington: And you want to be a General?

Lafayette: Oui.

Washington: Why should I promote you?

Lafayette: I’m rich, I hate the British, and I’ll let you call me son.

Washington:

Washington: Congratulations, General.

[oui-oui-mon-ami-icons]

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[18th-century-bitch]

What if George Washington and Lafayette hated each other?

[legrandepapillon]

Safety (washette)

Summary: The zombie apocalypse seemed like the worst thing that could happen, but it wasn’t all bad. Prompt: “I just want to protect you.” Author’s Notes: based on the video game State of Decay 2, but instead of a little camp thing I decided it would be cooler if it were a complex

“Alright, people,” Washington’s voice rings out, loud and sharp over the hum of the compound activity going on outside. It was a late Summer evening, and although the sun was still high in the sky─blistering down on the heads of everyone around them─the clock definitely betrayed it. It easily looked to be around noon, but in two hours, they’d close the gates to the militarized apartment complex and the Field team would set out for the night. They recovered survivors, supplies and weapons during the evening time─preferred it against the broad daylight, when most of the infected were particularly ravenous or the cover of nighttime, when raiders ran the most rampant. Things quieted down during the evening time. Almost time, the older man thinks, a single hand shielding his eyes from the blazing sun. No matter how many years he’d spent doing this since the original outbreak, or how hard he tried to push it to the back of his mind, supply runs would always make him nervous. His well-trained Field crew could easily become one of those mindless, flesh-eating monsters. “Let’s get inside. We don’t want any civilians out when we open the gates.”

Most of the people that had taken up in the complex were just normal people. Most of the people that George and his field crew had recovered had jobs inside the complex─gardening, cooking, inventory, etcetera─but it was only a handful of people that had been outside the gates since the outbreak, and all of them had been personally trained by George himself. He didn’t see the need to put civilians at risk, doing supply runs, when he could prepare a few trusted associates to do it.

Due to this, George was very tentative about who was around when he opened the reinforced gates. He didn’t like anyone that wasn’t at least somewhat trained in defense to be around, should a raider or an infected manage to get past the defensive line set up outside the gates. He made sure that civilians were safe at all times─it was his biggest rule. The only one he had that had a no tolerance for being broken.

Except… there were a handful of exceptions.

He’s surprised, really when he’s ambushed by his lover─it was weird, to think in a world where people were cannibalizing each other, that he had found romance─attacking him with a suffocating hug. See, George had a special rule about members of the Field Team. He wasn’t a naive man─he was very well acquainted with the dangers of what went on outside those walls. When they went out on supply runs, there was a good chance that either a raider or an infected could take their lives. And despite his team being a bunch of very well-trained professionals, they had hearts. They’d had families, and romances long before the outbreak. And this family cared greatly for them.

Washington never wanted to have the opportunity to say he’d denied someone of seeing their loved one just hours before said loved one had been killed.

So, he allowed certain amount of family members to be out when the gates opened. Of course, his partner─boyfriend just sounded so juvenile, and didn’t fit their preference anyways─took advantage of this established rule and was around him until just seconds before they pulled out of the compound to go on the run.

Arms encircling Gilbert’s frame, George allows the facade of the hardened military commando to fade away as he presses a kiss against their cheek. It feels nice, he must admit, to be loved. He’d spent so many years alone until the Outbreak. He’d let his military career and then later, his work in law, take over his life. Had never stopped and made any plans for a private life. But afterwards, when he’d been at Site Zero and had found the kid─terrified, shaking and locked in a medicine room─things had changed. Gil had been a resident studying to be a surgeon when Patient 04728 had managed to escape and infect many of the hospital’s patients, and had originally proven to be an asset to a group of people that hadn’t had a medic yet. But all that time spent in a truck alone with Gilbert until they found a place to settle permanently had sparked something in what George thought was a long defunct heart. He found it sad that it took the country he’d fought so hard for going to shit for him to stop and think of himself.

It had been four years since they’d met at the site of the outbreak, and Washington isn’t sure if he’d have made it through this long without them.

“I hate this time of week,” Gil whines, when they’ve released him from the hug. They’re a few feet shorter than him, and it’s cute how they stand on their tiptoes to keep their arms wrapped around his neck. “What are you guys going for again?”

“Food and munitions. James received intel about an abandoned armory a few cities over in an overrun city. Raiders and scavengers have made attempts before, but it’s surrounded by what was previously a military base. And you know what that means.”

Gilbert did. It meant that the Field Team would be greeted with not only a city full of infected, but a city within that city of infected. That was far too many zombies to possibly take on without the proper equipment. It could mean more weapons, which could also mean expanding how many people were on the Field Team, but it could also be certain death.

“I hate when you go on long runs.”

“It’ll just be a week and a half. Just hold out for a week and a half. While I’m out, I’ll see if I can find you a new color of ribbon,” George says, referring to the ribbon that Lafayette wore around their neck. It had started out as a joke─using one of the purple ribbons that Gil used to tie up their hair and tying it in a bow around their neck. Washington had said it made them look like a present, tied up just for him. After that, it had become a sort of tradition. If he found a new color ribbon that Laf didn’t yet have while they were scavenging stores or homes, he’d bring it home to them. And every morning, before Gil went to work in the infirmary and George went to work with his Field Team─whether that be training, working on a run, or gathering intel about what the compound needed and how they could acquire it─Washington would tie a ribbon around their neck.

They wore it pridefully, along with his old dog tags. A small, little luxury of a gift that George could give them in a world where they encouraged people not to keep more than they could carry should they have to evacuate the compound.

“I don’t have maroon yet,” Lafayette reminds him─though, they already know that George kept track of all the colors they did or didn’t have. Sometimes it seemed it was more important to him than it was to them. “or white. I think white would look nice with my work scrubs, don’t you?”

“Anything would look nice on you,” Washington mutters, trying to prevent his team─who were all chatting idly with their own loved ones while their truck was loaded up with food and supplies they’d need for the next week and a half─from hearing. The teasing that he’d receive if they did would be positively unbearable. “I’ll look for maroon, but I wanted to get you a gray to match your civilian clothes.”

“Speaking of civilians, do you want to offer any explanation on why you made Eliza Schuyler your Field Medic and not me?” they ask, arms crossing over their chest. He had known this was coming, as word would’ve travelled unbelievably fast. There was a small amount of medically trained people working in the infirmary, and when his Lieutenant had made it known they would need a medic onsite for long runs, he had a select few to choose from. Lafayette had been the closest to becoming an actual doctor before the outbreak─just been a few months from achieving his surgical degree. However, George knew that he couldn’t have Laf in the field.

Not only was it a conflict of interest─he knows himself, and knows that if it came between him saving the rest of his crew or him saving Lafayette, he would choose them time and time again─but he didn’t think he could stand them being in the field. Being in the line of danger at all times.

“It’s nothing personal, m’love,” he begins, but now Gil is crossing their arms and there’s an expectant look on their face. “I have to act in the best interest of the entire Team.”

“Then why didn't you pick me? I am the most qualified in this compound. You know that. Should anything happen out there, I’d rather my knowledge over hers.”

“To be fair, she was studying to be a doctor, too. She wasn’t yet a resident, but she was damn close. You can’t dismiss her qualifications, you can’t pretend she doesn’t know what she’s doing,” George says, using his ‘commander voice’. This calms Gil considerably, as they do look a little embarrassed to have been rude about Eliza’s competence. “Finally, Eliza has no relationship ties to anyone on the team. As of now. The second that a relationship between her and a member of the Field Team is confirmed, you know she’s off the team. I can’t put anyone on the Field Team that I may consider more favorable than the other members.”

“But, George─”

“Gil, please. I just want to protect you.” George gives them a withering look, not wanting to continue the conversation any further.

The words he spoke were true─it wasn't about competency or technicalities about playing favorites. He didn't know how to use his words to say it, and maybe he didn't want to admit it, but he didn't know what he'd do with himself should any harm come to his lover. They were the light at the end of tunnel, his reason to keep soldiering through every bleak day. The United States had been completely quarantined, for every person that he managed to save, five more died, and he was forced to willingly put himself in the line of danger nearly every day. Just to save people who were more than likely to be doomed anyways.

All of these things had taken quite the toll on him, but Lafayette… they taught him how to see the rainbow after a day of rain. They showed him that even though it felt like the world was over, they didn’t have to mope around about their predicaments. They painted pictures of evacuations and rescues sure to come, showed him that it was possible to laugh through the dark times.

He loved them. More than he would ever have the guts to admit aloud.

Seemingly sensing George’s disposition, Lafayette settles back on the heels─growing quiet, the argument squashed. Or at least, for now.

“This isn’t fair,” they whisper, hand coming up to gently brush against his cheek and pout forming on their lips. George brings his hand up to meet theirs, gripping it like it’s a lifeline. “I want to protect you, too.”

“You know how you can protect me? Stay here, where you can be safe.”

“Washington! Gates are opening, time to roll out!” Mulligan’s voice calls, interrupting their little moment. Though still despondent about not being on the Field Team, they seem to be cheered up a little. After rising to the tips of their toes to plant another sweet kiss on George’s lips, they gently remove the ribbon from around their neck and offer it up to him.

“For good luck. Come home to me alive, you understand? I’ll kill you if you die out there.” they say seriously, tying the ribbon around his wrist. George gives a bark of laughter, and though the phrase is funny, he knows there’s a serious connotation there. “I love you. Be safe.”

“I will. For you.”

[knitting-gay-nerd]

“All that is gold does not glitter, 

Not all those who wander are lost; 

The old that is strong does not wither, 

Deep roots are not reached by the frost. 

From the ashes a fire shall be woken, 

A light from the shadows shall spring; 

Renewed shall be blade that was broken, 

The crownless again shall be king.”

Combining two of my loves: TURN: Washington’s Spies and J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. 

[twistflower]

Washington: Lafayette? Are you here?

Lafayette: *raises hand*

Washington: Ah. Didn't recognize you with your hair down.

What about Hamilton? Is he here?

Hamilton: *raises hand*

Washington: Ah. didn't recognize you with your mouth shut.

[caffeinekrieg]

Lafayette: Yo, I think you might be my dad

Washington: Nah he tweakin

[herculesmulligan-quotes]

A Wonderful Friendship

Washington : Hey, have you seen Jefferson and Lafayette?

Alexander : Yeah, they just heelied down the hall together holding hands.

[isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough]

Fighting For Freedom (Hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N: Here is yet another request! This one was for the reader helping Thomas convince Alexander to help France and the reader is french, and they argue with Alexander. I hope I did okay anon, and I hope you enjoy it! As always I’m sending you all lots of love!

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“Alex, you must realize we have to help France in their fight for freedom.”  

You try to implore him. France had allied and helped this new nation fight for freedom, it was only right they do the same.

“We don’t have to do anything, they may have helped us fight, but we won our freedom and were not nearly strong enough to join their fight.”

“You won your independence because they aided the nation, Alexander.”

Alex turns to answer you, looking frustrated by your insistence, but he’s interrupted before he has a chance to speak.  

“I see you’re trying to get through that thick skull of his as well,” Thomas chimes in looking annoyed. “I hope you at least attempt to listen to (Y/N), as you most certainly didn’t listen to my reasoning.”

“I would listen to you if you weren’t so pigheaded to begin with,” Alex nearly snarls.

“Alexander!” You grab his arm to pull his attention back to you. “We have to help France it’s the right thing to do.”

“That’s debatable.” He nearly shrugs.

“You can’t be so cold! They helped when they didn’t have to, they could have let us fail.”

“Please, they wanted to be free from the monarchy just as much as we did, they made their choice.”

“They made their choice with a treaty!”

“That’s easily dealt with.”

“Alex you have to convince President Washington to help,” you keep your hold on him, making him look at you.

He seems to soften a little and you think maybe you’re changing his mind.  

“I’ve already made my stance clear, I can’t change it now.”

“But you can, you can. Just go into his office and tell him you’ve changed your mind, you’ve thought of something else, you think”-

He pulls his arm out your grip.  

“I will not,” He looks at you sternly, grabbing your arm and pulling you aside. “I have made my opinion clear and it has not changed.”

“Alex,” you look up at him imploringly, “what about Lafayette?”

“Yes, what about Lafayette, Hamilton?” Jefferson chimes in again, further frustrating Alexander.

“Lafayette is very intelligent he can handle myself.”

“Please, Alex, do it for him, for me.”

His eyes soften for you once more.  

“We cannot put our entire nation at risk for two people.”

“It would be for freedom, that’s what this nation is built on.”

“And we’ve already won our freedom.”

You reel back from him, ripping your arm from his grip.

“How can you be so cruel and selfish?”

“It’s not being cruel, it’s being rational.”

“Fine,” you huff, “if you won’t talk to President Washington, then I will.”

He takes hold of your arm again.  

“You will do nothing of the sort.”

“Let her Hamilton,” Thomas intervenes, “if you’re so sure of your point, why would her speaking to him change anything.” He chuckles. “Unless, you know you’re wrong.”

“I know I’m right,” Alex bites back.  

You snatch your arm from his grip once more, marching towards Washington's office. Alex and Thomas both follow quickly behind you. Just as you reach up to knock on the door, he exits his office. He nods at you and then looks to Alexander.  

“Mr. President,” you rush to say, “may I have a moment of your time to speak about aiding France.”

“My apologies, Ms. (Y/N), but I have already made my decision and will not have it debated further.”

“And your decision, sir?” Alex inquires.

“Draft a statement of neutrality,” he nods solemnly at him and pats your shoulder before turning back to his office.  

“Well, like always you’ve gotten what you wanted,” Thomas says as he leaves.

Alex rolls his eyes and turns to you.  

“I know you’re upset right now, but in time you’ll see this is best course of action for”-

“I’m not upset,” you reply stepping away from his touch, “you’ve made your choice and I’ve made my own.”

“What, exactly does that mean?”

“It means you may not be willing to do what it takes to aide France, but I am.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means I’m going to France as soon as possible.”

“You can’t go to France, it’s far too precarious.” He takes hold you once more.

“I cannot stay here and sit around when my people are in such dire need of help.” You pull out of his grip for the last time. “I may only be one person, but I will do anything I can for them.”

“You have to stay,” he follows as you step away, “you belong here, your place is here.”

You halt your steps and turn back to him.

“Not anymore.” You walk away without another glance back.  

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You wait at the dock for the boat with Hercules by your side. Both of you had packed what you needed. When you had told John and Herc what had happened, and what you planned on doing. Herc had immediately offered to accompany you. You told John to stay when he had offered his own company.  

“You have to be here for Alexander.” He only nodded his head.  

The boat had finally arrived, and you and Hercules prepared to board.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!”  

You heard your name being called, you turned to see Alex making his way towards you.  

“Please, reconsider,” he begs. “Don’t go.”

“I can’t, in good conscience, stay here when I know what's happening in France and who’s there fighting with everything he can.” You place your hand in his and give a gentle squeeze. “Lafayette needs help, France needs help, and I couldn’t live with myself if I did nothing.”  

He has no words for you, his eyes beg you and his grip tightens on your hand.  

“Goodbye, Alexander.”  

John quickly embraces you and holds you tightly.  

“Please, be careful.”

“I’ll write as soon as I can,” you promise as you squeeze him just as tightly.

He releases you and you turn to Hercules.  

“Ready?” He asks.  

You turn with a small smile and nod. “Ready.”

You interlock your arms and board the boat, ready to do aide your home and your friend.  

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

Alexander Hamilton: *sneaks back into the house at 5 am*

George Washington, sitting up waiting for him: What are you doing?

Alexander Hamilton: ...uhh sleepwalking?

George Washington: You don’t sleep, try again.

Alexander Hamilton: I’m embezzling money within the army?

George Washington: You’re too neutroic to let that happen. Don’t make me ask again.

Alexander Hamilton: *sighs* Okay fine.

Alexander Hamilton: *side steps to show Lafayette standing behind him*

George Washington:

Lafayette: Paris became so empty, ok???