#hamlaf fanfiction

[monoxidecahedron]

Hamlaf Coffee Shop AU

This is the fic I was talking about in my last post! It’s pure fluff, and I love it. Tell me what you think, reblog and comments are always appreciated! I think I missed the “Alex is a food rider” part, but oh well. Below is the inspiration, done by @shanshala​, who is absolutely amazing.

Lafayette smiled at the coffee shop counter. His hair was tied up in a big poofball bun, he was wearing the signature white shirt and purple apron of the shop that contrasted nicely with his dark skin, and a perfect customer-service smile. He was ready to start his shift.

And then in came human hurricane Alexander Hamilton, the bell tinkling as he shoved the door open, clearly in a rush, cheeks pink from the cold outside. Lafayette felt his customer-service smile drop, replaced by an absolutely lovesick expression.

“Bonjour again, Alexandre,” he said, grinning charmingly at Alexander, who huffed. “I need a black coffee with four expresso shots, nothing else,” he said, hopping from one foot to the other impatiently. Lafayette laughed, going to the coffee machine. “You seem to run on coffee,” he observed, and it was true. Every day without fail he came running in, ordered a black coffee with an insanely unhealthy amount of caffeine, and ran back out in a hurry.

Alexander nodded, not in the mood for small talk. “I do, which is why I need that coffee,” he said. Normally other baristas would be indignant, and in fact several other employees had quit the morning shift just to avoid Alexander. But Lafayette found this incredibly endearing, and he’d volunteered for it, begged for the shift, in fact. He was quite the romantic. But still, he wasn’t in too deep, he told himself; the manager paid him extra to work the shift. So it was practical as well.

Lafayette smiled, writing “Alexandre” in loopy cursive on the cup and handing it over. “Bonne journée, mon Alexandre,” he called after Alex’s retreating figure. Receiving no response, he sighed dramatically, returning to the coffee machine. He didn’t see Alexander admiring the fancy cursive Sharpie on his cup as he turned the corner.

This pattern continued as it always had; Alexander would rush in, Lafayette would flirt shamelessly with him, and then he’d leave, and Lafayette would pine. Then one day Alexander just…. stopped coming.

“What happened? Do you know where he went?” Lafayette asked Hercules the next day, trying desperately to be casual. He failed, judging by the huge grin on his friend’s face. “Why do you care?” he asked, knowing full well why. “No reason, curious only,” he said, flustered. “Well, I heard he went on vacation,” Hercules said. Lafayette nodded. “Ah.” And so he set about his day, resigned to wait until his Alexandre came back.

And he did. Two weeks later, he came back, hair in a messy bun that somehow seemed to endear him even more to Lafayette. He approached the counter and Lafayette immediately got to work on his order, knowing it by heart after months. “How was your vacation?” he asked flippantly, hoping for a response, even though the more rational part of his brain told him that he’d probably get a grumpy one-word answer in response.

To his surprise, Alexander started talking. “Oh my god, it was horrible! Well, the vacation itself was pretty fun, me and a buddy went down to LA, and yes, it’s way more sunny than the Seattle weather here, I swear I was almost blinded-” Lafayette giggled- “but once I got used to it, it was complete heaven, like, it was actually warm! Can you believe that?” Not stopping for an answer, he continued on. “And the beaches were amazing! But the horrible part was that all the hippies there made the coffee shops assume that I wanted, like, creamer or something,” he said, emphasizing creamer as if it was some instrument of the devil. “And the barista at the coffee shop near the place me and my buddy rented was horrible, just yes or no answers, not friendly at all! The customer service in LA sucks,” he finished. Noticing Lafayette staring at him, he blushed slightly. “Sorry, I know I haven’t been the best customer either,” he said sheepishly. Lafayette began to reassure him that it was no problem, really, but Alexander talked on. “But yeah, really, sorry for that, y’all must go through some shitty people,” he said, still talking at the rapid pace he had been for the past five minutes. “Oh my god, was I talking too much? Sometimes I get overexcited, shoot off at the mouth, I’ve been told it’s very annoying,” he said quietly.

Lafayette wasn’t a very violent person, but at that moment he wanted to punch whoever told him it was annoying. How could anyone possibly say that, with the way Alexander’s eyes shined as he talked and the passionate way he described everything? Lafayette felt like he’d melt any second, he was so smitten. “It is alright, Alexandre,” he said. “I quite enjoy it, actually.” He winked. Alexander flushed, but recovered quickly. “Oh yeah, I forgot- the worst thing about that coffee shop in LA was that the barista was nowhere near as attractive,” he said, grinning. Lafayette blushed. “Is that so? Perhaps time away from me has made you realize you’ve grown attached?”

Alexander grinned. “Exactly.” There was silence for a bit as Lafayette busied himself with adding something extra on his cup, handing it over as Alex’s phone pinged. He pulled it out of his pocket, grabbing the coffee with a hurried “thanks” and rushing out the door, same as always.

Except several hours later, when Alex got off the phone with his boss, he found a number written elegantly beneath his name, in which Lafayette had added a little heart.

And several hours later, Lafayette felt his phone buzz as he cleaned up in preparation to go home.

“Bonjour?” “Hey Laf! This is Alex.”

And several weeks later, the number labeled “❤️Alexandre❤️” texted him, telling him to meet at the park.

And several minutes later he was there, Alexander looking nervous as he sat across the park bench from him, fumbling with his words.

And several hours later, Lafayette left, lovesick smile on his face as he kissed his new boyfriend goodnight.

And years after that first time, he was kissing Alexander again, this time in celebration as a ring glinted on his finger.

Yes, the customer service is trashy eight times out of ten in LA (although there are some really nice people) and yes, it’s set in Seattle because I just thought it fit. And yes, I’ve been there, and yes, the weather is very grey, although I might be biased because I’m used to sunlight.

oh yeah, and the Space Needle is awesome.

[jefferoni-quotes]

189 Hamlaf?

Hamlaf is SO underrated!! Also, because of writing this I need to find some good Hamlaf fics, if y’all know some, please comment them!

189. “You have my heart. I don’t think I could get it back even if I wanted to.”

TW: death because I feel like I’ve blessed myself with fluff a lot recently.

Angst.

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Lafayette clung onto Alex’s hand, he wouldn’t let go. He had promised, all those years ago to never let him fall, yet here he was, clinging onto his lovers hand. Alexander was scraping for that last bit of life, clawing for any scrap of joy he could reach.

Lafayette’s voice shuddered and broke as he spoke through brimming tears. “D-don’t go, Lexi... What will I do without your presence?”

“Laf... You won’t lose me, not ever. I may be gone from your side, but I’ll always be with you, right here,” Alexander reached his free right hand up and lightly tapped Lafayette’s chest.

Bitter tears streaked down the Frenchman’s cheeks as Alexander’s arm flopped back down. “You have my heart. I don’t think I could get it back even if I wanted to.”

“I will give up a thousand years, just to remember your face after I’m gone,” Alexander murmured, his world growing fainter.

“I will see you one day soon, my love....”

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This took so long and its so short, sorry anon.

Comments are welcome and appreciated!!

Requests are open!!

[my-dear-hammy]

Heads or Tails: Hamlaf/Jamilton

Masterpost

Hamlaf Series Masterpost

Jamilton Series Masterpost

Chapter Twenty-Two:

Coming Home

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I just realized that this entire series was posted except the last chapter....Woops. So here ya go.

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Warnings: Arguing

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Lafayette woke up to a warm body pressed against his chest, a feeling that was far too heavenly he was positive he was dreaming. With his eyes still closed, he wrapped his arms around the warmth and pulled them closer, softly humming to himself, "Best dream ever."

Hamilton had been awake for a long time now, so now that Lafayette was finally stirring, he allowed himself to move. "Not a dream," he said, lightly running his thumb down the cut on Lafayette's face, "I'm really here."

Lafayette cracked open his eyes and saw Hamilton's face. "Mon amour, why are you in my bed if this is not a dream?"

"Because my extreme hotness was required to keep you warm."

Lafayette snorted, smiling slightly, yep, that was the Hamilton he knew all right. "You're right, dream Alex would have made me breakfast."

"You can make your own fucking breakfast."

Lafayette laughed. "Does that mean we're good then?"

"Are you coming back with me to America?" Hamilton asked. Lafayette didn't answer. "You're staying here. After all that and you're staying here."

"France needs me, Alexandre."

"I need you."

"Yes, but you're also not chopping people's heads off."

"If I started doing that would you come back to America?"

"If you're going to start doing that, might as well just stay in France. You'll fit right in."

"America needs you too. You're the Secretary of State."

"Pretty sure they replaced me by now."

"No, the others have been covering for you."

"Well, then they should hurry up and replace me."

"Thomas-"

"I can't go back until this is solved."

"And if they chop off your head too?"

"Then you'll finally be as tall as me."

"You're an asshole."

"Depends on how I wake up."

"This isn't a joke."

"Really? Because I thought it was pretty damn funny."

Hamilton pulled away, "You won't be laughing when you're rotting in a cell."

"I imagine I'll be laughing rather hard after I've gone insane."

"You already are insane."

"My point exactly."

"Haven't you done enough? Retire. You're not even really French."

"One second you say America needs me, the next you say retire. Which is it you want?"

"Goddamnit, I was you to come home and be with me."

"That'd be so much easier in France. No one would care and we're both already here."

"We both know you'd rather be in America. You fought so hard for it."

"And now I fight for France because someone refused to."

"Let Monroe look after it."

"I would never send a friend into a danger I myself should be going into. Besides, he's American, he has no power here."

"So are you, you fucking idiot!"

Lafayette faltered. He wasn't French. Technically. He was American.

"You're name is Thomas Jefferson. You were born in Shadwell, Virginia. You're an American citizen, current Secretary of State, and my fucking boyfriend. Now stop with this life you made up and come home! You've done all you can for France. At this point, the Revolution will either work or it won't. If it doesn't, there will be another one in a few years. Either way, it'll get there without your help, so just come home with me and build the nation that's already gone through it."

Jefferson sighed. "Fine."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'll come home with you."

"Fucking finally." Hamilton pulled Jefferson in and kissed him hard.

"What was that for?"

"Just shut up and cuddle with me. Then you're packing."

***

Jefferson's return to America was quiet and just in time too. Had he stayed in France any longer, Napoleon would have risen to power and sent him packing to Austria to fight an impossible battle where he would have been captured and imprisoned for many years to slowly rot away.

Luckily, Hamilton convinced him to come home.

His arrival had to be quiet. Too many people screaming at his return could lead to questions about his departure in the first place. For once, Jefferson had enough of screaming crowds so he was perfectly okay with this. Washington greeted him at the harbor along with the rest of the cabinet who all smiled cordially at him, it's kinda hard to know what to do when you realize that the man before them had them all fooled with a hair tie and an accent. Rather embarrassing actually. Jefferson's charm and charisma had them all warmed up and laughing again as they walked.

Washington dropped back to where Hamilton was trailing behind. "I'm surprised you managed it," he said.

"Managed what?"

Washington nodded toward Jefferson, "Getting him back here. I realize you were good friends during the war but you didn't seem to be getting along much at all there at the end."

Hamilton shrugged, "His presence was required here. I reminded him of that. That's all."

"You did well, son."

Hamilton scowled, "If you'll excuse me, I need to get caught up on my accounts."

"Of course," Washington nodded and pulled Knox aside to discuss the current situation with France further, it was getting out of hand.

Jefferson and Hamilton eventually shook off their friends and returned home. Walking in the door, Jefferson grimaced, the place was in some serious need of dusting. "Welcome home," Hamilton said, taking his hand. Jefferson grinned at him and pulled a bottle of wine out of nowhere.

"Want to celebrate?"

"God yes."

Jefferson was going to spend the rest of his life with this man and nothing was going to pull them apart again.

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And so ends another fic brought to you by My-Dear-Hammy

I honestly am not a fan of this one.  Anyway. Hope you enjoyed!!

It did have a happy ending so be thankful.

Maybe that's why I didn't like it.....

[marquis-de-jamilton-au-askblog]

Masterlist of Fics/Timeline

As the title presents, this is the Master List of Fics I have written for the AU, and they're in order of how they happened in their lives.

All Fics are posted on ao3 and the links in this post will take you to more of my posts that have links to the ao3 stories. The reason I do this instead of just putting the links directly to the stories is so that, if you so choose, you can reblog one story instead of this entire post.

I

[hamilton-one-shots]

I don't know if you're doing request and sorry for bothering you if you aren't. Can I have some poly!Hamilsquad fluff? Sorry for bothering you if you aren't doing requests.

(I’m always accepting requests! You guys shouldn’t ever apologize for bugging me because you never do.

I wasn’t sure what to do at first, so I chose these prompts to go by. 79: “Stop hogging all the blankets!” 63: “What’s the matter?”

Edited by: @daflangstlairde-writes)

Lafayette smiled as he caressed John’s face, watching as he slept. John was always the first one to go down during a movie night and Lafayette simply adored the peaceful look on his face. If only the other two would let them have their sweet moment.

“Stop hogging all the blankets!” Alexander whined.

“You’re so small, how much of the blankets do you really need?” Hercules teased in response, holding Alexander against his chest. “Besides, you’ve got me to keep you warm,” he muttered in his ear, making the smaller man blush darkly.

“Guys,” Lafayette intersected. “John’s trying to sleep. Can you stop yelling?” he asked, though he was far from annoyed. He was more worried about losing the beautiful sight below him.

But it was too late. John shifted so his face was buried in Lafayette’s stomach, the first stage of him waking up.

It could’ve been worse. At least he was asleep. Lafayette sighed and skimmed his fingers over the top of John’s head. “Come on, you know how rare it is to get him this peaceful.”

Alexander smiled a bit and nodded. “You’re right..”

“Okay, I’ll stop messing with him,” Hercules agreed, kissing Alexander’s cheek and letting him pull the blanket over both of them.

“Thank you.” Lafayette smiled and turned back to John, finding the other looking up at him with sleepy green eyes. “What’s the matter, mon cher? Is their bickering keeping you awake?” he asked, half joking.

John shook his head. “I was just taking a nap.. It’s too early to fall asleep.”

Lafayette looked at the time and chuckled. “Mon, cher, it’s already midnight. It’s us who need to get to bed.” He scooped up John and looked back at the other two. “You’re welcome to join us.”

Hercules nodded and picked up Alexander, tossing him over his shoulder.

“Hey!” the smaller man protested, squirming in Hercules’s grip.

Hercules just laughed. “Come on, Alex. I don’t want to accidentally drop you.”

Alexander tutted, but held still, letting Hercules carry him. “I’m not a kid, you know.”

“I know,” Hercules responded. “You’re just cute when you’re irritated.”

“I’m about to get really adorable,” Alexander grumbled, but Hercules knew better. Alexander was just tired and cranky.

“Let’s just get to bed,” Lafayette suggested.

John nodded and curled up against his chest. Ordinarily, he’d be acting similarly to Alexander, but he was too tired to argue and Lafayette was too warm for him to want to let go.

Hercules followed as Lafayette walked to bed, carefully pulling Alexander down to hold him against his chest as he laid down. “You know I love you, right? I’m just teasing you.”

“You’re too comfy for me to be mad,” Alexander muttered, resting his head on Herc’s chest.

Hercules smiled and ran his hands over his hair, kissing the top of his head before glancing over at Lafayette.

The Frenchman sat down on the edge of the bed and shifted John, letting John to him like a koala before laying down, smiling at Hercules. “How did we end up so lucky as to have two adorable boyfriends?”

“I don’t know, but whatever we did to deserve it, I’d do it a hundred time again,” Hercules promised, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Lafayette’s lips.

Lafayette smiled at the affection and pulled the blankets over all four of them. Hercules was right. He’d repeat the worst moments of his life ten times if it meant more sweet ones like this. “Good night..”

“Good night.”

[ask-fate-hamilton-au]

Hamilton Fate Au

Beyond the Human Realm

[poly-omnisexual-bitch]

One Shots Hamilton Book - Multiple Ships - Lams 1 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/88hs4BIPsN (ALL ART FOR THIS BOOK DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! I DON'T OWN IT IN ANY WAY! Cover Art Belongs To- Caw Chan)There Will Be Twigger Warnings At The Beginning Of Chapters For Dark Themes Or Smut. Ships That Shall Be Shipped Together In This Ship Book Of Shipping- Jamilton, Pheaker, Whamilton, Marliza, KingsBury, BurrMads, JamilMads, and A Bunch Of Other Ships That I Love!

[jamalam]

Suffocate in the Smoke of a Forest Fire

No one could ever be able to convince Alexander that there was anything that burned more brilliantly than a forest fire. The trees bursting into red-hot flames as pine needles danced in embers and ash. Each kiss of the wind a silent promise of the charred final product, which would leave green hills a mess of browns and dead darkness. Smoke would cloud the lungs of anyone who dared travel through, and it would seem as though oxygen had been pulled away from the world in those few moments of suffocating bliss in between life and death. Words would swirl through the clouded air and twirl down onto their desired destination, having departed from Alexander's mind. Thoughts would form in swaths of heavy smoke, dark and daunting as they rose from scattered ashes of shattered pieces of his mind. Shards of glass would cut the insides of his eyes until tears spilled out instead of blood, far too often to be considered alright. Each time he cried his smoky tears, eyes fogging up with thick darkness, Lafayette stood still, as if he didn't notice. It took a long time for Alexander to realize that Lafayette truly hadn't noticed it. Standing still, watching on passively, as Alexander allowed his own words to choke the life out of himself. When the forests allowed wind to blow through, carrying embers that would lead to demise, Alexander couldn't bring himself to put out the flames. Their love had grown up through the ground, roots set steady as their soft whispers and promises reached toward the sky above them. John would pull both of them close and press warm kisses to their faces as gently as possible. He would lay in between Lafayette and Alexander and make quiet jokes about the world around them, always trying to avoid the cutting, judgemental remarks of others. It was never cold in their home. Not during long summer nights spent watching bad movies and trading kisses. Nor while the wind howled with icy power outside their apartment, blizzards twisting the world into a powdered sugar-covered mockery of the city that flowed with a million lights. None of those lights were stars, though. Alexander would whisper some nights, of the constellations he'd seen back home on Nevis. Orion, Ursa Major, or whatever shapes he'd made up and given names to. Small fragments of stories would form in his mind and float out into their cloudy night sky that they shared, and would piece together into brightly lit clouds. And when John had first began contributing to the stories, he'd thought nothing of it. After all, it had been two years since they'd gotten together, and it would only be natural for John to develop an interest in the stories that Alexander told them during sleepless nights. He'd found it charming, told himself to get over the slight pull of jealousy growing in his mind like ivy that twisted and contorted it's vines until it stretched along the cobblestone walls of a castle. They had already set down roots together in the world that barely welcomed them, and it would be of no use to cultivate an altogether different kind when what they had already was perfectly fine. Soon enough, it stopped being perfectly fine. John found his way to the center of the bed each night, encased in Lafayette's arms and seemingly unaffected by Alexander's warm embrace. Lafayette would kiss Alexander on the cheek when he returned from a business trip, instead of the kiss to the lips that John always received. Days would pass between the times Lafayette held Alexander in his arms, soft and strong and oh so incredibly safe. Nights like would pass where the bedroom door was closed before Alexander could make it to bed with his lovers. The sun would set, and the sun would rise, and no matter how gorgeously the colors of the sky were painted across the atmosphere, it was all simply shades of grey, to Alexander. John had always been the fiery passion in their relationship, after all. Burning and reforming so quickly that one could never truly understand its form. Each shade of scarlet blended into orange and gold, scattering the sky with stars. Embers of the flame would flow upwards until each sparkle seemed to be a supernova, far off into the universe. Lafayette, tall and strong, had branched off into any new thing he could find, twisting his lovers along with him. But Alexander had fallen from the skies in shades of crimson and burnt umber, trying and failing to hold on to the last glimmers of life that had been so abundant in the beginning. When the flames had ended, the dust was settled, and the smoke was cleared, Alexander wished he was still able to cry. They had sat him down, spoken with calm, quiet words, ones they had obviously rehearsed many times before. What did I do wrong? Alexander wanted to ask, the words easily forming on his lips but not finding their way into his voice. What did you do wrong? Lafayette and John felt the need to inquire, yet did not have the nerve or will to ask. Unspoken words hung heavy as the tension between them, so accustomed to being ignored that once it was confronted, none of them were sure how to handle it. But Alexander figured that it only made sense, that Lafayette and John didn't want him- didn't need him. They were a forest fire, burning bright and shining with untold brilliance. Flames licked at their heels as they tried to run from their problems, until they were encased in fire. For a long time, Alexander had thought he was the smoke, choking out the bits of life that were still left in John's sparks and Lafayette's branched off thoughts. But now? Now he knew better. Now, he knew that he wasn't the smoke that clouded and suffocated everything that had tried to love. He was the oxygen, that was used up by the growing forest fire until he was stretched too thin, and he had nothing more for them to take.

[vanillajama-moved]

92 for your Hamilton otp

Title: The GameShip: HamLaf (Hamilton X Lafayette)Genre: Steamy… super steamy 👀👀Clarifications: Older man + shorter man = Hamilton // Younger man + taller man + Frenchman = Lafayette

the story under the cut in case your mind is vv sensitive (also sorry for any typos and how hecking c ring ey this i s)

“We did it! We won, mon ami! We won, we won, we won!” Lafayette slumped against Alexander’s doorframe as he said so. The shorter man stared at him in confusion.

“Who won? Wh- whoa!” Alexander gripped Lafayette’s shoulders as the man scooped him up and twirled him in the air. The Frenchman laid a soft kiss on the other’s lips, and Alexander could taste the alcohol right off the bat.

He pulled himself away as fast as fast as he could from his best friend. “Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette!” he gasped. “What are you-” Alexander was cut off by Lafayette kissing him again. He could barely see where they were going, but they were going fast. The older man squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his legs around the other’s waist, bracing for any impact that might come his way.

He didn’t want to focus on the kiss right now, and it wasn’t just because it was quite literally intoxicating. It felt… nice. Stranger than anything he had felt before, but nice. If Alexander wanted to, he’d realize there was a fruity taste in Lafayette’s mouth. He must’ve been drinking some wine, or perhaps some whiskey. And he’d notice how soft Lafayette’s lips were. The way their lips melted together was so divine, almost addicting. His heart was beating fast, but maybe it was because of the adrenaline rushing through his veins. As Alexander pressed against his best friend, he could feel his heartbeat thumping against his chest.

The shorter man’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt himself sink into a cushion. Alexander’s eyes snapped open at the soft thud, quickly concluding that he must be laying on his couch. He would have let Lafayette keep kissing him to the next week over before having a sudden though.

Oh God, he’s on top of me. He’s on top of me, he’s on top of me, he’s on top of me.

Alexander’s face flushed a violent red before he quickly unwrapped his legs from his friend’s waist. He used his hands to push Lafayette away by the shoulders. When the taller man didn’t budge, he bit his lower lip, careful not to hurt the other too much. Lafayette pulled back, a slightly hurt expression on his face.“You don’t want to celebrate?” he whispered. The younger man massaged his lip gently with his thumb and attempted to shrug his shirt collar up.

“Are you drunk?” Alexander retorted.

“Answer my question first. I asked first.”

His best friend let out a sigh as he sat up. He brought his legs to his chest. “No. I don’t. I don’t even know what we’re celebrating! And even if I did, I wouldn’t want to celebrate… doing… that…” Alexander trailed off. He could feel his face heating up again. There was no way he could look at Lafayette straight in the eyes right now.

A moment of silence passed between them before the Frenchman spoke up.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes,” Lafayette repeated. His face grew dark with embarrassment. “Yes, I’m drunk.”

Alexander rolled his eyes. “Of course you are, Laf. How many drinks did you have?”

“… Seven.”

“Great. Just great.” The shorter man stood up and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He tugged his shirt down in an attempt to distract himself. As he looked his best friend up and down, he could see how much of a mess Lafayette was. His hair was falling out its ponytail, his white collared shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and he sat in such a feeble position on his little couch. The younger man’s arms were loosely wrapped around himself, with one leg folded under him and the other hanging on the side of the couch. He was hunched over, murmuring incoherent things to himself. Alexander could almost say he was sulking.

It took a while for him to finally rip his eyes off Lafayette. This involved his best friend catching him looking him over. Their dark eyes met for a second before the shorter man whisked around. “I’m going to get you some blankets. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” He didn’t even bother glancing behind him until he reached the base of the stairs. “Stay down here.”

Lafayette gave him a mock salute. “Yes, sir.” A cocky grin was plastered across his face. Alexander gave him a tiny nod before darting up the steps. His confidence rose as he got closer to the second floor. Finally, he was somewhat in command of the situation.

The shorter man rushed into his bedroom as soon as he saw the door. He didn’t get the blankets immediately. There was all the time in the world for him to get them, especially since Lafayette’s senses were impaired. Maybe fifteen minutes would feel like two for his best friend. Yeah, Alexander could pace around for a few minutes and jump up and down to calm his nerves. He repeatedly fanned his burning face and covered his mouth to keep from breathing too loudly. As if he’d be able to hear me anyway.

What was Alexander going to do? Maybe Lafayette was too drunk. Maybe he was gay. Maybe he was gay for him. Maybe it was all those three things and now Alexander had to make a choice. And what was he celebrating again? The older man could’ve sworn he said something about ‘the Game’ and 'love’ at one point. What the hell was his best friend thinking? Should he even call Lafayette that anymore?

Almost ten minutes had passed since he went upstairs. He quickly knelt by his dresser and started looking for the blankets. Sooner or later, the Frenchman would groggily walk around the house and either hurt himself or find his friend doing nothing in his room. Alexander grabbed the little pile of cloth, snorting at the thought. Lafayette was always so clumsy.

As he stood up, he could sense something was wrong. The atmosphere was off, and he could swear a pair of eyes were burning into his back.

And low and behold, standing in the doorway, was a half-naked Frenchman. Alexander almost dropped the blankets on the ground in surprise.

“Laf!”

“Yes, mon ami?” Lafayette crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe, a wide smirk on his face. “Like what you see?”

“Yes! Uh, no! I- what-” The shorter man turned a light red for the third time that night. He threw the blankets at his best friend’s chest and whipped around to face the wall. “What are you doing here! I told you to wait downstairs!”

“I know!” His best friend wrapped one blanket around his frame. He stuck his tongue out at Alexander. “I was hot, dammit. I went looking for you to turn on the… air condition? Yes, that.”

Alexander huffed and turned around, his arms folded. “So instead of waiting for me, you decide to strip yourself of all your clothes except for your boxers and just- oof-!”

He felt himself getting enveloped in a wave of heat. He was quite aware that hands were about him, yes, but he wasn’t used to getting pressed into a wall of bare chest. A dark, smooth chest. His best friend’s chest, mind you. If Alexander felt it, he would see that there were little ridges dipping down to show his abs. It made him self-conscious about his own soft, slightly chubby stomach. Farther down, he could touch Lafayette’s bellybutton, and even further-

His hand stopped at the rough material of the waistband. He quickly decided to wrap his arms around the taller man’s torso instead. Alexander tried to tune out the sound of Lafayette giggling at his antics. “So cute,” he could hear.

“I’m not cute.”

“Cute to me.”

“Hm.” Alexander took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. The night had already begun, and he was already drained. He leaned his head into Lafayette’s chest. There was a comforting silence around them as they stood in the dark room. The only light was pouring in from the hallway, casting dull shadows around the room.

He didn’t know how long it’d been until the taller man spoke up.

“Date me.”

“What?” Alexander looked up at Lafayette’s face. He seemed a little taken aback at the two words.

“Date me,” he repeated a little more slowly. “I want you. To date me.”

Alexander pulled himself away from his chest. He needed a little space to think. “You want me…” the shorter man echoed, “to date…”

“Me.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Say yes.” The Frenchman tilted his head a little, as if that would convince his friend more. “Please?” Alexander let out a loud sigh.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because… I like you. A lot.” Lafayette pulled him closer once more and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. “I really like you. I have for at least three years.”

“Oh…” For once, the shorter man was at a loss for words. He could feel himself getting hotter as every moment passed. Alexander loved his best friend. He really did. He just had a hard time accepting him verbally…

Alexander might have pushed Lafayette towards his bed here. He might have left small marks on his neck. He might have pulled down the other’s shorts and dropped to his knees. They might have ton a thousand other things.

And maybe Alexander might have realized this was the Game after all. And he had been won over, and he had won.

[foundingdaddyhamsdaddy]

Hello!

The name is Jack, I partially chose it because of an amrev John, you may guess which one. Any pronouns?

I decided to make an amrev Tumblr for some reason!

I'm going to be posting plenty of fanfiction and drabbles here. My askbox will always be open for requests!

I'm in various amrev related fandoms, such as TURN, Hamilton and 1776.

I also might draw sometimes, post long rants about my favorite historical figures, and I love roleplaying!

Also, my favorite figures are Washington and the aides, Henry Laurens, Deborah Sampson, John Andre, Aaron Burr, Baron von Steuben and John Adams. I will also post a lot about other characters in the fandoms I mentioned before!

And I love being cringe, so I ship the founding fathers. My favorite ships are Whamilton, Benwash, Hamlaf, Jedams, Hamdre and Hamburr!

Please feel free to dm me or talk to me!

[xwrote-my-way-outx]

Rainbow Candy

author: xwrote-my-way-outx

my ao3: xxwrote_my_way_outxx

link: http://archiveofourown.org/users/xxwrote_my_way_outxx/works

Rated: M

Chapter: 1/?

Fandom: Hamilton

Ships: Lams, HamLaf(Mentioned),HercLaf

The dim multi-colored fluorescent lights cloaked the hidden club like a blanket. The smell of sweat and alcohol lingered in the air and the flurry of laughter and yipping raised as he saw the lights start to focus on the large stage that was present in the back of the bar. From what he could see there was a short, beautiful…woman? No, that was no woman. Alexander knew better than to think that was a woman. However, he had the perfect silhouette of one. The way that his face was painted made him look like a perfect doll, brown eyes smoldering under the painted yellow and blue lids of his eyes, lips plump and decorated in a gradient of blue, to green to yellow. The wig that looked as if it were sewn to his head was one of every color he could imagine, the rainbow never looking more dashing than it did atop his head. The piece that he wore was that of a multicolored kimono with a pair of pumps that could probably help him reach god, making already bow-like legs even more lovely.

Alexander found himself somewhere in between gawking in awe and drooling in lust after the performance before him.

He swore that he had never seen someone exude so much confidence. Each step in his buoyant strut across the popular stage made Alexander’s heart feel as if it were dancing to each sway, his jaw feeling as if it dropped each time the queen hit each beat of the song with such precision.

The normally reserved man felt his friends tug him closer to the stage. Lafayette always insisted on going up close to the drag performances, though Alexander never obliged. He could tell by the wide, mischievous smile that Lafayette was going to tease him over his newfound fascination for days to come.

When Alex found himself at the lip of the stage, he nearly fainted when he saw the queen before him crawling across the stage in a nearly seductive manner as the bass slowed to a lusciously lewd way, his heart throbbing terribly like a battle drum in the confines of his chest. He needed to know who the man was beneath all of the makeup. He could feel his knees nearly sway beneath the now met gaze of the performer.

Alexander was sure that he never saw someone with as rich chocolate eyes. Eyes that could see into the soul of a man in his mid-twenties, seeing through the buzzed nature of his currently alcohol-tainted soul and through each layer of thick skin that was littered with goosebumps in sheer awe.

What surprised him even more was when he felt a pair of lips capturing his in a quick, provocative way before he saw the queen that he had been observing draw away from him, nearly popping up from where he had crawled over to him, going back to his lavish and vulgar way, the crowd cheering and praising the action with veneration at such a forward act, a few people jokingly congratulating Alexander and trying to egg the queen on for more.

While all of the other men were yipping and urging for more from the beautiful man, Alexander was wiping the multicolored wax from his lips and staring down at his fingers, feeling his throat go dry with astonishment. However, he nearly jumped when he heard Lafayette whispering in his ear, “I think you may have caught her eye, Hamilton~” To which Alexander nearly shoved him in the playful way that he oftentimes did. His eyes fell back down to his fingers once more in wonder. As the dazzling queen left the stage as a star did the night, Alexander found himself pining for the fierce, exuberant man. However, he knew better than to just go stalking after the man like some puppy in search for its mother.

Instead, he wound up back at the bar with his friend, more than a little tipsy at this point and his hands more than a little flirtatious as the Frenchman leaned against him, fingers dancing on his upper thigh as they oftentimes did when they were ridden with alcohol and felt stirred. It was only for the benefit of each other, only satisfying each other’s needs until they could find someone more serious to satisfy themselves with. Anyways, Alexander had no hopes of seeing the drag queen that he longed for, figuring that the man had simply waltzed off back to the streets of Brooklyn once more to prowl for a new club to dominate and find new people to make drunk off of the illusion of love and beauty.

In spite of this, he could feel wiry fingers drift into the front pocket of the hooded shirt that he wore, the warmth lingering for just a moment as he could feel hot breath against his ear, nearly not hearing what the person said.

“I think you dropped this.”

By the time that Alexander turned around to try to see who it was, the stranger had wandered off into the herd of men grinding on one another and courting their way to a lofty bed that would often be emptied by morning by meaningless flings. He fingered his pocket and found a piece of paper within the depths of the fabric, slipping it out with the tips of his fingers and peeling it open despite Lafayette’s desperate pleas for more attention to the friction in his jeans.

Alexander’s heart fluttered with joy as he saw the smear of blue, green and yellow on the edge of the paper.

A name followed by a number that Alexander knew he would urgently dial into his contacts and cherish the next morning when he was suffering from a hangover and fond memories of the night before.

John Laurens, a title of royalty to the queen that began to rule his thoughts.

[ixhadbadxdays]

I’m starting month 5 of job hunting and I’m still fighting my anxiety every step of the way.

The Fiverr is very stressful for me to keep up with specific commissions, and I am struggling to keep up with those because of the stress.

Instead, I’m going to try and stick with the Patreon account. If you guys want to give me prompts and see exclusive fic postings, I would appreciate if if you can support me there for first looks at my work, selective works just for subscribers, requests, and more. Really, even if it’s only a dollar, I’d be happy.

I’ve made several posts already about this here on Tumblr but I’m wanting to change my methods on how to meet my needs, so y’all are getting a fresh post with an update on what I’m planning. 

[my-dear-hammy]

Heads or Tails: Jamilton/Hamlaf

Masterpost

Summary:

1700-1800's Thomas Jefferson and The Marquis de Lafayette are the same person. Always have been. He's been doing a pretty great job at juggling two lives, that is, until he met Alexander Hamilton. Then everything went down hill

AN

Welcome to my latest fic! In this universe, Lafayette and Jefferson are not two different people but are actually the same person and it's all very complicated but don't worry about it.

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Warnings are posted at the end of the fic to prevent spoilers. If you need them for anything, be sure to check them because I have a tendency to turn dark at the flip of a coin.

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Heads or Tail

Chapter One:

The Marquis de La Fayette

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He felt like an entirely new person. His boot covered feet hit the ground of South Carolina and he could suddenly breathe again. Air filled his lungs for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. He sucked in a large breath, taking in the scents of this new land.

The Marquis de Lafayette had just come from France to serve in the American Revolution, the year was 1777.

That's who he was and that's who'd he be for the rest of his life. Thomas Jefferson didn't exist anymore. It was better this way.

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"Marquis!" a small figure shouted, running toward him, a bunch of papers flying from his arms as he waved.

Lafayette laughed, "Monsieur Hamilton!" he greeted, his French accent thick, "Comment allez-vous (How are you doing)?" Lafayette hadn't been in the army long and he was still struggling to remember to speak English, everyone thought it was because he didn't know English that well but in reality, he knew it very well. He was just used to France, that's all. But it was one reason he was glad for Hamilton's presence, he spoke fluent French so he never had to worry about being understood when he was around and when he slipped up and spoke French around others, Hamilton automatically stepped in as translator.

"Pas mal(Not bad)," Hamilton answered, coming to a stop in front of Lafayette.

"De quoi avez-vous besoin(What do you need)?" Lafayette asked kindly.

"I've got a letter for from General Washington. Just the layout of the next battle. Nothing major really, you're not in it, like always," Hamilton informed, digging through the parchment in his arms and pulling out a thick envelope for Lafayette and handing it to him.

Lafayette sighed. Not involved. Just like always. The General kept saying the moment would come when he could prove himself but one had yet to arrive. No one knew his skill so no one really knew what to do with him.

"Is there a problem?" Hamilton asked.

"Je suis venu servir (I came to serve), not sit by and watch. I want to fight for this country, its people. How can I do that if I'm never on the field?"

Hamilton smiled understandingly and slapped him on the shoulder, "You're time will come. At least you're not an over glorified secretary."

"At least you do something."

Hamilton chuckled, "Yeah, fight with Congress all night. Trust me, Marquis, you'll get your chance. Look over the papers I gave you, I've got to deliver the rest of these," Hamilton said, waving goodbye and scooping up all the papers he dropped as he walked away as if he'd done it a million times.

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Lafayette was standing next to Washington when it happened. The news that their lines were collapsing and if they fell back into a disorderly retreat, the British would have them surrounded and capture the entire Continental Army, ending the war.

Lafayette turned to Washington, "Sir, please, allow me to fight! It's what I came here to do and someone doesn't do something we're going to lose this war! Allow me to assist Sullivan in defending against Cornwallis"

Washington was in no mood to argue, he had enough on his mind, so he agreed. Two seconds later, Lafayette was galloping off on his horse, followed by a couple of his squires, Gimat and La Colombe, to his first battle. This was it. By the time they arrived, the enemy had already crossed the ford. Sullivan's troops had barely enough time to form a line in front of a thin wood. The Hessians advanced, rested their rifles on a fence, aimed and sent off a cloud of fire to cover the advancing British troops. Lord Cornwallis's troops advanced in perfect order across the field, his first line firing cannons and muskets; the Americans fired a murderous barrage of musket fire, but the entire right and left side buckled; the generals and officers fell towards the center line, where Lafayette and Lord Stirling were fighting alongside 800 men, brilliantly commanded by General Conway.

By sheering off two wings, the British troops could concentrate all their fire on the center of the line, although their advance across an open field cost them many men.

The smoke hung heavy on the field as gunshots sounded like popcorn, flashes barely seen. A cannon ball whizzed by and exploded in their ranks, sending men flying as they screamed. Lafayette refused to yield.

But that didn't mean the others weren't willing to.

The blistering fire and inexorable British advance sent the American soldiers fleeing in panic. No. If they retreated now and in such disorder, Cornwallis would easily sweep through and wipe out the entire army in one go. He was not willing to let this cause die. He'd rather die a million deaths than let that happen. He had to try and halt the retreat. Lafayette reared his horse into the air, wheeled to the right, to the left, galloping back and forth to block the fleeing troops. "Stand men! Fight! Do not retreat like cowards!"

But it wasn't working.

He leaped off his mount and starting grabbing at men's shoulders and arms, forcing them to turn around, "I order you to turn about, stand and fight!" he yelled over the noise. A major general in full uniform; a madman refusing to face defeat. At six feet two inches, he was taller than any other man there, a knight in battle, commanding his men to hold against the enemy.

Startled by a major general's presence among them in battle, like a regular, and by his loud bellows, the soldiers halted their retreat, rallied around him, and took the enemy charge. Stirling formed his brigade on a slight rise behind Lafayette and gave the French knight covering fire, but the sheer number of British troops finally overwhelmed them. With his troop falling dead or wounded about him, Lafayette ordered them to fall back beside Sullivan's and Stirling's men, and, together, they stood their ground until the British were within twenty yards and forced them to flee to the safety of the woods behind.

Lafayette limped along with the fleeing men, the British just behind him. He knew that they wouldn't follow quickly, the woods would slow them down. The images of battle burned into his memory, the sight of dead and dying men, boys, many younger than he was and he was barely twenty. They'd never live full lives. They'd picked up a gun for the cause and died with one in their hands, defending it to their last breath.

That's how Lafayette was going to die. Gloriously in battle. A hero.

He limped over countless bodies and disappeared into the trees. His squire, Gimat, followed.

"Sir!" he shouted, "There's blood seeping from your boot! You're injured!"

Yeah, and it hurt like a motherfucker. A musket ball had passed through the calf of his left leg while he had been rallying the troops but the fight had to go on. The reality of war was finally starting to seep in. He tried to block the sound of the boys who laid dying behind him, calling for help, for God, for their mothers, or just sobbing.

Lafayette grit his teeth. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not." Gimat and La Colombe lifted him onto his horse and they joined the eastward retreat toward Chester. Aware of the disaster that had just happened, General Nathanael Greene moved from Chadd's Ford to cover their retreat, opening his lines to the waves of bewildered militiamen, mostly boys, and woodsmen, escape the murderous Redcoat fire. The was confusion, so Lafayette tried to use it to his advantage to try and rejoin Washington. His head felt dizzy and the world about him started to spin, the searing pain in his leg seemed to steadily get worse.

He pulled his horse to a stop and his squires helped him down, leaned him against a tree and set about bandaging his leg. A few minutes later, he could hear the noise of British men trampling through the forest after them. As soon as he was able, he leaped back onto his horse and the three of them took off, barely avoiding capture. His heart was racing and his head was reeling and his leg was still in searing pain.

The men were still disorderly. They may be retreating but the army still required order. He spurred his horse forward and blocked the advancement of the troops and ordered them to reform their lines before he allowed them to continue. Finally, Washington and the other generals arrived to relieve him.

"Général Washington," Lafayette bowed from his horse, "Forgive me if I do not dismount. I find myself unable."

"Sir, he took a ball to the leg," Gimat informed.

"Someone get me a surgeon for the Major General!" Washington commanded sternly. He was rather fond of Lafayette, the boy reminded him of himself when he was young. "Captain," Washington addressed another young man around Lafayette's own age, "Help him down and over to Birmingham Church. I want him well taken care of."

"Yes sir," the Captain responded and did as he asked.

Lafayette would have asked his name instantly, but he was too preoccupied trying to stay on his feet as they made their way over to the church. Once he was situated on a makeshift litter, he finally got the breath to do so while the Captain tended to his needs.

"Comment vous-appelez vous(What's your name)?" Lafayette asked, wincing in pain.The Captain looked up at him and he realized he spoke in French again. "Sacrebleu. j'ai parlé en français à nouveau(Damn it. I spoke in Frech again)," he muttered. Where was Hamilton when he needed him?

The Captain chuckled, "Don't let the General hear that language, he wouldn't approve," the Captain said. Good to know, Lafayette tucked that information away for later. "I'm Captain James Monroe, I serve as Stirling's aide, and yes, I can speak French. Would you prefer to converse in French instead?"

"Non, non. I need to get used to Anglais again. The best way to do that is to speak Anglais. I apologize for my language."

Monroe laughed, "Just keep it in French and you should be fine for the most part."

"Excuse my French, then," Lafayette laughed. He had a strange feeling that was going to become a saying.

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Warnings: Blood, battle, gunfire, war, language

[marquis-de-jamilton-au-askblog]

First Fic of the series. Both in our timeline and theirs.

This is the fic that started it all. When they all learn of each other's feelings and get together.

Enjoy!

Takes place in 1792

October 4th, 2020

[beanjuice-duh]

Fic Draft: HamLaf

Idk if I’m going to use this buuuuut  Figure I’d post it incase I never do Not an end game ship but I mean Setting: Modern AU __________________________________________________ Alex hissed under his breath, he winced with each dab of the cotton ball on his cheek. “Shh, mon cher, I’m almost done.” Lafayette laughed at him. Gilbert was working on Alex’s wounds, battle scars of being on the street. It wasn’t everyday George brought home a stray to his very tidy and orderly home. Lafayette enjoyed not being the only boy in the house, he enjoyed the change. It was delightful to have someone his age around the home. “Tell me again how was it you got this way?” He glanced at Alex, his eyes shifted to one side. He didn’t want to talk about it. Fine, Lafayette wasn’t going to push. It seemed pride was high in the smaller guy’s priority list. Something Lafayette could not really get behind. “Well, lucky you, no broken bones. Just cuts.” His fingers finished dabbing the cut on his cheek and gently placed a bandage. “Now…lips.” “Excuse me!?” Alex had his eyes back on Lafayette. “Your lips.” He repeated, with a small smile playing on his lips. He placed his hand under his chin and pointed with the other one. “I have to work on your lips, you have a cut there too.” He drew a circle with his index finger, hovering and indicating to Alexander’s mouth. “Tch.” Alex sucked his teeth in almost annoyed with Lafayette. “I know that…” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and tasted the irony remnants of blood. He then felt a large hand cup the side of his face, pushing his full cheek up a bit as Gilbert leaned in. Confession time, Lafayette was overwhelmingly handsome this close. Strong jawed, lazy, almost bedroomy like eyes, perfectly groomed facial hair, and smelled faintly like coconut oil. This close Alex could see too much of his face, he also noted Lafayette was literally poreless. What even was he? He was a manly guy and a pretty guy? Alex didn’t know how to feel but he felt something when Gilbert’s thumb gently pressed down on Alex’s lower lip and pulled the skin down. He examined the cut and nodded. Lafayette pulled away for a second, taking his large yet soft hand with him. Hamilton knew it was his chance to make an impression, say something and impress the man. He calculated the perfect line when he felt a hot, stinging sensation coat his lips. “FAAAAAAACK.” He pulled away cupping his mouth. He did not expect that. “You are very sensitive, mon ami.” He snickered cutely, tossing the last of the blood cotton balls over his shoulder and into the trash bin. Alex frowned a bit; keeping his legs crossed one over the other like he was mediating in a yoga class. His knees were shaking riding out the pain of the rubbing alcohol on his cuts.

[virusap]

BOI YOU THINK HAMLAF HAVING A SMALL AMOUNT OF FANFICTION IS BAD??? TRY SHIPPING THOMAS X LAURENS I CAN HARDLY FIND ANYTHING FOR THAT SHIT TF

WELL I'M THE ONLY ONE IN THIS FANDOM THAT SHIP HAMILTON AND MARIA THERE IS NO GOOD FF IF NOT ONE THE ONLY FAN ARTS THAT EXIST ARE MINE SUFFER WITH ME