pairing: lams (hamilton/laurens)
request: anon: Okay so on twitter there is a john Lauren’s bot and there is one tweet that says “alexander punched the mirror and now his hands r bleeding and i am kissing them better” and me and my friend said that would be a great fic idea and you’re a great writer and I was wondering if you can write it. I would appreciate it so much but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Thank you if you do and thank you for reading this ask😘
word count: 1119 (finally a decent ish length again)
a/n: I’M SO SORRY I’VE BEEN SO INACTIVE I HAVEN’T POSTED IN OVER A WEEK. i’ll go back to updating regularly soon. maybe. i made this longer and added domestic stuff, hope you enjoy :)
There’s a loud shattering sound and John winces, recognizing the sound of breaking glass. Alex is in the bathroom, and he’s probably broken that little mirror that John doesn’t even know where it came from.
But nope, there’s a loud holler of pain from the bathroom, followed by a string of curse words from Alex. Worried now, John hops up and knocks on the door. “Alex? You okay?”
“No,” Alex growls, his voice filled with pain. “Because Thomas Jefferson exists.”
“Alex, babe, I know Jefferson’s horrid, but why are you hurt? And why is the mirror smashed?”
Alex opens the door and presses a washcloth to his hand, wincing. “Um.”
John peeks past his boyfriend. The large mirror above the sink has been punched, and shards of glass litter the tiled floor. “What the hell?”
Alex half-grins. “Let me explain.”
“What did Jefferson do to make you break our mirror? Good luck explaining this one,” John says, accentuating the words mirror and this.
“He somehow got my number and sent me half a dozen texts while I was washing my hands and my gosh he just makes me so mad, John, you gotta understand! And he goaded me, and wouldn’t shut up and uggggggggh. So, I, uh…”
“Punched the mirror,” John supplies, and Alex nods, unable to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.
John sighs and grabs some bandages to patch up Alex’s bleeding hands. He doesn’t say a word, and neither does Alex, not even when John puts the ointment on and it has to hurt.
“Thanks,” Alex mumbles when John’s finished. John lifts Alex’s knuckles to his mouth and kisses the bandages. Alex breathes in sharply.
“What?” John asks, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Something wrong?”
“You…just…still wanna kiss me after I ruined the bathroom?”
“Not till you clean up the broken glass,” John shoots back, and he leaves the room.
“JOHN LAURENS!” Alex shouts, but John can tell that there’s no real anger behind it. He grins to himself.
Some time later, Alex emerges from the bathroom with the remainder of the mirror in a baggie. “What do we do with this?”
“Put it over there,” John says, waving in the direction of the corner. “Not sure. I’ll Google it later.”
Alex sets the bag down and then sits next to John on the couch. Silence lasts a full six seconds before he bursts. “I’m sorry, John.”
“Sorry for what?” Alex apologizing for anything is rare, and John wants to draw it out, savor the moment.
“For breaking our mirror.”
John nods. “And?…”
Alex looks confused. “And what?”
“No. I am not apologizing for that,” Alex says. John turns away. “No, please no,” he whines. “That asshole doesn’t deserve it.”
“I’m not kissing you till you say you’re sorry for getting mad.” John doesn’t even look at Alex, and he wonders how long it’ll be till the other man cracks.
Alex lasts an impressive seven seconds this time before cracking. “Fine! Fine! Fine! I’m sorry for getting so mad at Jefferson! I won’t even block his number! Fine! Will you kiss me now?”
“Say it in a nicer tone,” John instructs, holding in a laugh. It’s cute how Alex gets so worked up over silly little things like this.
“I’m. Sorry. For. Getting. Really. Mad. At. Jefferson. And. Breaking. The. Bathroom. Mirror.” Alex’s tone is even and measured, and even though he pauses after every word, it’s good enough for John.
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
Snow White is playing on the TV. John and Alex’s daughter, Mindy, is captivated by the movie. She’s about three and has recently discovered the exciting world of Disney. Alex shoots John a glance as the evil queen talks to her mirror, and Alex suppresses a giggle.
“Remember that day?” John asks, not taking his eyes off the screen. He tries to be quiet, but Mindy still turns around and gives him a shushing motion. He nods.
“Yeah,” Alex breathes into John’s ear. It tickles. “When I broke the mirror, and you made me apologize.”
“And then the next day I made you apologize to Jefferson. To his face.”
“That scarred me.”
“But then you and him stopped being at each other’s throats twenty-four seven, and I got to hear about things that weren’t Jefferson being terrible. That was nice.”
Alex laughs soundlessly. “I did talk about him a lot.”
“You’d think that you were secretly soulmates or something.”
“Will you guys shut up, please?” Mindy asks, turning with a look of indignance on her face. “I can’t hear.”
“Sorry, sweetie,” Alex says, kissing her forehead. “You wanna restart it?”
“Just back to the mirror scene,” the little girl decides, snuggling in between her dads. “That’s the good part.”
John doesn’t want to laugh, but he does, and Mindy fumbles for the remote, hitting several different buttons before finding pause. “What’s so funny, Daddy?”
“It’s a long story,” Alex explains.
Mindy crosses her arms. “We got time.”
“I see you’ve taught her well,” John mumbles to Alex. Alex grins with half of his mouth.
“So back before we got married, before we adopted you, your daddy had…issues with this one guy he worked with,” John starts.
“He made me so mad,” Alex adds.
“It’s not good to be mad at people, Daddy,” Mindy says. “It makes you mean.”
Three year olds are so pure.
“Anyway, he sent your daddy some texts that made him very mad, and so he punched the mirror in the bathroom and broke it.”
Mindy’s mouth falls open. “Daddy!”
Alex holds his hands up. “Guilty.”
“That’s why the mirror scene is so funny to us,” John finishes.
“Didya get a new mirror?”
“I think so. I hope so,” Alex says, worry creeping into his tone. “Wouldn’t want someone to be renting that apartment and find no mirror.”
Mindy giggles. “Okay, can we watch the movie now?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
Some time later, Mindy’s fallen asleep, and Alex carries her to bed and tucks her in. “Goodnight, kiddo. Sweet dreams. Don’t punch any mirrors.”
“Is that just gonna be a running inside joke now?” John asks. Alex nods and then kisses him briefly. John tries to melt into the kiss, but Alex is already pulling away.
“Where are you going?” John mumbles, uncertain.
“To finish the movie, duh,” Alex shoots back. “We can cuddle on the couch.”
John happily skips after him and settles next to him. Alex hits play and then kisses John, and it’s nice, it’s so nice to be here and in love and raising a daughter and having inside jokes, even if the jokes are about Alex breaking a mirror.
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