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Don’t Call Me Son

Pairing: none. this is the father-son relationship between Washington and Lafayette. all of you washette shippers, prepare to be disappointed

i have no idea what universe this is, could be either Hamiltime or modern AU

Request: @the-small-croissant : Love your work OML! I just found you and I’m hooked, a huge part of me is obsessed wit the adorable father-son relationship with Lafayette and Washington, it’s not really an actual ship as is is just a father-son thing, but a cute fluffy thing in your writing of that would kill me in the best of ways and yeah, sorry to bother, just not throwing away my shot here to request~ ^^

Word count: 631

Warnings: swearing

A/N: i don’t know if lafayette’s dad was actually a dud, that’s just what i decided to do. i don’t write washette, i don’t ship it. i know there’s got to be someone else who writes fics who does ship it, so go ask them. :) also this is really sweet and i loved writing it. super short and it took me less than an hour. i guess i’m making up for the lack of fics this previous week. anyway, enjoy!

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“CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!”

Lafayette heard Alex’s yell from several yards away, and the Frenchman winced. Alex had a temper, and he didn’t have very good control over it. Personally, Lafayette was fine with Washington acting as his dad. The guy was great at it, and Lafayette would much rather have had George Washington be his father than his actual one.

Lafayette couldn’t hear what Washington said afterwards, but Alex came out of the command tent with his head hanging, looking dejected. “He’s sending me home,” the Caribbean immigrant muttered. “Says that I overstepped and need to leave.”

“I heard your yell,” Lafayette said tentatively, well aware that he was treading on dangerous territory. Alex’s face scrunched up and then fell.

“Yeah. He kept calling me ‘son’. ‘Son, I need you alive’ and ‘son’ this and ‘son’ that. I…just…my real dad, the shittiest dad to ever dad, he left. Up and left, leaving my mom and me alone and I don’t want the general to leave me too…I’m just scared,” Alex rushed out, his eyes reflecting his pain. He clenched a fist. “Anyway…see you sometime, Lafayette. Good luck in France.”

Lafayette nodded and let Alex walk down the path.

He cautiously stepped up to the command tent and poked his head inside. “General Washington?”

The general was pacing, back and forth, back and forth, worrying a rut in the floor. He was muttering distractedly to himself, turning a letter over and over in his hands. He looked up at the sound of Lafayette’s voice. “Yes, son?”

“Is everything alright with Hamilton, sir?”

Washington shook his head, lowering himself into a chair. “No. His wife wrote a month ago and asked for him to come home, as she is pregnant. Then the whole mess with Charles Lee…in short, he’s not doing so great.”

“That’s unfortunate, sir.”

Washington gestured to the chair next to him. “Come sit.”

Lafayette sat next to the general, staring into the fire. He started when Washington cleared his throat.


“He did make it pretty clear that he does not want me to call him son anymore. Would you also like for me to refrain from calling you son?”

Lafayette shook his head. “I don’t mind, sir. You see, Hamilton’s real dad left him when he was a kid, and I think he’s simply afraid that you’ll also leave him. He probably doesn’t want to get too close to you, so that if you do abandon him, he won’t be hurt as badly.”

Washington made a murmur of agreement in the back of his throat. “I can see that. But what about you? From what I understand, you also had a bad father experience.”

Lafayette shifted a bit. “Umm, yes, sir. But I’m fine with you calling me son. You’re a much better father than he ever was. I like having you as my dad.”

A smile broke out over Washington’s face, and memories flashed through Lafayette’s head. He saw Washington welcoming him into the army, being patient while he stuttered half in English and half in French, having trouble learning a new language, encouraging him, training him, making him feel welcome and loved. Washington was a very good acting father to him, and he was glad.

“I’m proud to be thought of as your father,” Washington said quietly. “Now, son, leave, before I get all overly emotional. Go to France and get us some support.”

Lafayette stood, saluting the general. “Yes…” He debated for a second. “Father.”

Washington sighed. “I told you to leave before I got emotional!”

Lafayette laughed and ducked under the tent flap. He walked through the camp and to a port, to find a ship, to sail to France, to come back to General Washington, his father.

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