Summary: You’re sick and you just want to rest. ALONE. Or did you?
You were sick and left at home alone. The boys tried to stay home with you, but you pushed them out if the door insisting they went out without you. Y’all had tickets to see a new movie coming out all of you were excited to see. The tickets were ordered in advance so it would have been stupid if they didn’t go, but you also wanted a little bit of quiet. You loved your boys, but sometimes they were just “being boys”. They wrestled each other and insulted each other when they were playing video games. You were happy to get a little rest for a few hours alone.
“But baaabeee you want to see this movie as much as the rest of us,” John whined.
“I know, but I have a fever and I really need to sleep it off,” you protested from the bed.
“Why don’t you come with us and sleep through the movie?” he suggested.
“Then I wouldn’t sleep, I wouldn’t get better, and then that would be another day that y’all you have to sleep without me,” you said, “I need quiet rest to get better.”
“Come on, love, let her be,” Hercules said pulling John off the bed beside you and to his arms, “We will be back soon dear!”
“Don’t have too much fun,” you tried to yell.
A few hours later you woke up to gentle kisses all over your body.
“My sweet boys, you are home,” you said with a smile.
“Mon chéri, you are awake. You sound better,” Laf said with some excitement.
“Open,” Alexander said as he put the thermometer in your mouth, “99.0. I think we are going to sleep in here tonight.”
“OUI! I don’t know how much longer I could have waited!” Laf shouted.
They all looked at each other and then you. Before you had time to react they were all pouncing onto the bed to cuddle and kiss you.
“Boys! Please settle down!” you begged with a giggle.
“Oh yeah, we have something for you,” Herc said.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on!” John said pulling you off the bed, if Laf wasn’t right there you probably would have fallen face first onto the floor.
John opened the bathroom door and the bathtub was filled with bubbles and there were candles lit. Laf carried you in and stood you up. They undressed you and laf sets you in the tub. Hercules comes in with a bag of movie popcorn, your favorite. After you are handed the popcorn they start to walk out.
“Hey! Where do y’all think you’re going?” you demand.
“To lay down?” John states.
“Nope, we didn’t get a huge tub for one person to use at a time,” you say with a sly smile.
“Oh baby,” Alex mutters.
He is the first one to race to the tub taking off his clothes at the same time. The rest followed his lead and soon you saw that you were going to be cleaning water off the floor later from the boys basically jumping in. You started eating your popcorn while you were sprawled out over the boys. John leaned over and grabbed a piece of popcorn and threw it at Alexander and he caught it in his mouth. Eventually it escaladed into a competition to see who could catch the most in a row. The water got cold so everyone piled out and you watched them get dressed. Laf grabbed a towel and walked over to the tub and held it open. You climbed out of the tub and he wrapped you up and carried you to the bed were the rest of your boys laid. You were thrown into the middle and Laf laid across everyone. You scratched his back, John played with his hair, Alex massaged and played with his butt, and Hercules rubbed his legs.
The next morning you woke up first. You rolled Lafayette down off of your legs and carefully climbed out of the bed. You were still in the towel from last night so you slipped on your night gown and put the towel in the hamper. You quietly walked into the kitchen to start breakfast. As you were setting the table you heard the bedroom door open.
“Mmm, do I smell bacon,” Laf asked, “I could just cover myself in it.”
“There are my sleeping beauties. I made breakfast if you couldn’t already smell,” you say proudly.
“This is so good love. What time did you get up to make this? I love you, did you know that?” Alexander rambled on.
“Sweets, you didn’t have to do this. Are you feeling better?” John asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine darling, but I was starving after not having an appetite for a week. I really didn’t plan on sharing.” you said with a soft laugh.
They all looked at you and stopped eating. They looked embarrassed. You started to laugh so hard you snorted.
“What is so funny?” Herc questioned.
“Nothing, I have just never seen Alexander at a loss for words. Of course I made this for all of us,” you said with some more laughs then winked, “Just return the favor later.”
“Listen, that’s total bullshit” your friend Alex said from across the table.
“How does that even qualify as a counter argument?” your other friend, John, shot back.
“My counterargument is that I’m right!” Alex shouted.
“Guys! Let’s just settle this here! Besides, we all know I can easily out drink the both of you.” Hercules smirked. You tried to suppress your laughter but instead got glares from John and Alex. Soon they were all shouting and ran in pursuit of alcohol.
You rested your head on your hands and stared out across the crowded bar. You spotted a couple laughing and smiling with each other. Your mind involuntarily wondered to the Marquis. The man who held your affections since he and his friends saved you from a rather aggressive red coat in the street. Saved may not be the right word…more like helped you take him down. That was almost a year ago, and your feelings remained the same. Only Hercules and your good friend Peggy Schuyler knew how you felt. You knew they could keep a secret. John and Alex, however, would probably try to come up with some master scheme, so you kept your mouth shut around them. You were so enthralled by the thoughts of Gilbert swirling around in your head like a hurricane that you almost didn’t notice that he was now standing in front of you. You bolted upright.
“Ahh, sorry Y/N. I did not mean to scare you.” His smooth accent hit your heart like a freight train.
“Oh, that’s quite alright Lafayette. I’m fine.” Your voice betrayed you, and you sounded flustered.
“Where are the others?” He sat down right across from you and laid his hand on the table rather close to yours. You glanced down and then looked back up and met his eyes. He looked down as well and stretched his hand for a moment before pulling it away slightly.
“They uh..” Shit! What had he asked? “They…they went off to get drunk, I think.” Lafayette’s eyes widened.
“And they left you here all alone?” The shock and anger in his voice was as thick as the accent.
“That’s dangerous! What if someone were to, how you say, pick you up?” You chuckled at his broken English.
“I’m a big girl Laf. I can handle myself. Besides, getting hit on isn’t dangerous; it’s just kinda annoying.”
“Oh I know you can handle yourself. I meant it is dangerous for the man who tries to lay a hand on you.” He smiled at you and you felt yourself unraveling in front of him. You couldn’t help but smile back. “Why did you not join them?” He asked.
“I don’t know… I’m just not in the mood.” You looked down and picked at a spot on the table.
“Is something wrong?” He put his hand on top of yours, and you looked up into his eyes, right into that deep brown that was flooding with concern at the moment.
“No! Everything’s fine! I’d just rather not be drunk at the moment.” You stated.
“Then I will join you.” Lafayette kicked his legs up onto the table.
“What? No… Lafayette you should go with them. Have fun!” Lafayette shook his head at you.
“No. I will stay by your side.” That one phrase had you floating. It was like a rope was attached to your chest and was slowly getting tighter and tighter as it lifted you towards the heavens. “Surely being the only sober person can’t be fun.”
“It’s not bad.” You shrugged. “You get to watch everyone else make fools of themselves.”
“All the more reason to be with you.” He smirked.
The look Laf gave you told you that you weren’t winning this one.
“Besides,” he said, “ who knows what kind of horrible men would try to hook with someone like you?“
“Someone like me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah you know, beau, un ange parmi les hommes.” He grinned at you. You weren’t completely sure what the words meant, but you got the idea and blushed at the thought.
You and Lafayette were immersed in a conversation about whether the couple behind you were dating or not. The man was obviously in love with the woman, but the woman appeared oblivious. Soon three boys came stumbling your way and crashed into the table.
“Lafayette! Gilbert! My beautiful French lover! How are you?” John said.
“I am very well, thank you Laurens.” He smiled at you. You glanced at Hercules who gave you a knowing look. He then proceeded to laugh out loud, so you knew he was drunk too.
“Hey! What are you looking at?” Alex was yelling at someone.
“Okay we should get them out of here.” Lafayette nodded quickly and hosted Laurens over his shoulder.
“I love you Laf..” he mumbled into Lafayette’s shoulder.
“I love too John.” Lafayette rolled his eyes. You smiled and felt your heart swell. Lafayette was stabling Hercules with one arm, and you were dragging Alex away from the several people he was trying to start fights with.
As soon as you got out of the tavern, Alex wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you on the cheek. You didn’t think much of it because Alex was like this with everybody when he was drunk.
“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He said with puppy dog eyes. Lafayette looked at you from the corner of his eye and then stared straight forward again.
“Maybe someday Alex.” You responded.
“Yes! That’s a yes! We’re getting married! I love you so much wifey!” Alex yelled. You laughed and kept pulling him along.
“Where should we go?” Lafayette said a little icily.
“Whose house is closest?” I asked.
“Mine.” Herc said with a hiccup. Lafayette knew the way so you followed him to the front of Hercules house. Laf put John down and opened the door. Everyone piled into the living room and almost instantly John and Alexander were passed out on the floor together. Hercules soon feel asleep on the couch.
“I’ll walk home now then.” You said awkwardly.
“You cannot go by yourself! I will escort you.” Laf said.
“Shouldn’t someone stay with them?” You gestured to the heap on the floor and couch.
“Then stay here tonight! You can sleep in Hercules bed!”
“Laf I couldn’t.”
Lafayette walked close to you “Please, I insist. Knowing your father, he will not be worried.”
You drew back slightly. “You know my father well?”
Lafayette avoided your eyes. “We’ve spoken a few times…” You were shocked. Lafayette to both of your hands in his. “Please just stay here Y/N. I will rest very much easier if I know that you are safe.” You chest gave a concerning squeeze at his words. There was no way you could refuse him.
“Okay.” You said.
“Merci belle.” Lafayette brought your hands to his lips and kissed them. You could’ve died right there. Lafayette took you to Hercules bedroom and you couldn’t help but blush at the fact that Laf was leading you to a bedroom. Laf left to get an extra blanket since we was worried you would be cold. While he was gone you took off your gown, leaving you in only a slip to sleep in. As you were getting into the bed, Lafayette came back. You quickly tried to cover yourself up, but you know he probably saw you. He just stood in the doorway smiling. After a moment of intense embarrassment on your part, he came in and started to put the blanket over you.
“Oh, you don’t have to Laf.” He put a hand up silencing you.
“This is not for your benefit it is mine.” He said. You were confused by what he meant until he laid down on the bed underneath the first layer of blanket, meaning there was only one layer separating you. You stared at him.
“What you did not expect me to sleep on the floor did you, mademoiselle?” He grinned cheekily. You couldn’t even stutter a response. “Unless it makes you uncomfortable. I can leave.“
“No stay.” You put a hand on his arm. He smiled at you. You lay down facing away from him and tried your hardest to sleep.
About twenty minutes into this endeavor you heard Lafayette’s voice whispering.
“Y/N? Are you awake?“ You were frozen. He was so close. You decided to pretend you were asleep since your mouth couldn’t seem to form words. Soon his voice could be heard again.
“Y/N, I have to say this. I know you cannot hear me but I need to tell you. Belle, I love you. You are an angel. You a strong yet kind and so beautiful in everything you do. You have captured my heart and I will never be the same man. Tu signifies tout pour moi. You light up my world. Desole. I am sorry I cannot say this to you when you are awake. S'il vous plaît, pardonnez-moi” You felt you cheeks become wet as his whispered words died in the darkness. After a few moments his breathing slowed and you knew he was asleep. You had spent nearly a year imagining what those words would sound like coming from him, and now you were replaying them in your mind over and over again.Turning to face him you tucked yourself closer to him and fell asleep.
When you woke the next morning, Lafayette was gone. The events of last night came flooding back to you. You smiled to yourself and crept downstairs. The first person you saw was Hercules. You pulled him aside, and he groaned in protest. You told him everything Lafayette had said. He just smiled at you.
“Oh God you knew didn’t you.” you said.
“Of course I do.“
“Why didn’t you tell me!”
“I want to your love to be organic, without any outside influence.”
“Well..” you looked down. “What should I do?”
“Uh talk to him idiot. He’s head over heels!” You smiled at Hercules and went to find Laf.
He was in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone. He was leaning over the stove and you noticed a curl that fell out of his ponytail and into his face. Involuntarily, you picked it up and pushed on top of his head. He was startled but then smiled when he saw you.
“Good morning, mademoiselle. Did you sleep well?” He grinned at you.
“Very.” You confirmed. “Can we talk?”
“Of course.” He looked around and saw Alex and John in the vicinity. He took your hand and led you out into a hallway.
“What is it? Are you okay?” He looked worried.
“Yes yes I’m fine, but…” You looked down.
“Those words you said last night when we were….um in bed, did- did you mean them?” You chanced a glance at his face. He looked utterly shocked, but then softened.
“Every word, mon amour. Je t'aime.”
“I love you too Lafayette.” You whispered.
He smiled widely and put his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes. Your own eyes glanced down at his lips and he leaned in. You and Lafayette shared the first of many kisses. His hand was on your waist pulling you closer to him. The other rested lightly underneath your chin. Suddenly a voice broke you two apart.
“That’s my wife you’re kissing Lafayette!”
Lafayette gave Alexander the middle finger and leaned in again.
Request:What about a Lafayette or Hamilton x reader where the reader is a Deaf nurse that patches up the Hamilsquad every time they get hurt on the battle field? I’m taking American sign language right now, so I personally think it would be interesting to see how either of the boys would react to a situation where they tried to learn a language they can’t actually hear! LOVE WAR OF LOVE TO PIECES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: I couldn’t help
myself and made it with both Laf and Ham (I love this idea so much omg). I was
researching this for HOURS, and I loved that you requested it! It made my brain
work again and I had so much fun writing this. Hopefully you like it (if
anything is offense please lmk, I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings).
You cleaned the blood off the table, moving
the scalpels and forceps to the side, making sure that they were disinfected.
Your fellow nurse, Anna, was helping a soldier that was slashed with a blade.
You helped her stitch the deep cut, since this was her first time being on the
battlefield. She told you how the constant gunshots and screams made her have
nightmares all the time, and you could not relate, although you felt empathetic
to her. She constantly apologized once she realized that you could not hear
what she said. When you first met her, she grew angry that you did not talk to
her, even with you telling her that you could not hear. Eventually, one of your
relatives spoke you through sign language, and the shock on her face was
memorable. Ever since then, she was always nice to you, making sure that you
were not left out in conversations. She even learned how to sign to speak to
you more clearly, and it made you happy that she put effort to create a
relationship with you.
As you were consumed in your thoughts, a hand
touched your shoulder. You turned around, coming face to face with a soldier.
His dark brown hair was pulled back into a
bun, covered in a liquid (which you assumed was blood). His brown eyes were
filled with panic, pointing at the man that was dragged it. He was yelling
rather quickly, turning his head back to point at the man. You tried to follow
his movements, staring at his lips. You glanced over at where Anna was suppose
to be, but she was gone. You were used to dealing with the soldiers without
her, so this shouldn’t be different.
You walked over to the man, examining his
injury. He seemed to have a bullet lodged in his arm, and you grabbed the
forceps and alcohol nearby. It was deep, already passed the blood vessels. He
was lucky that it was stuck in the subcutaneous layer, just above the muscles.
You tied a band around his upper arm, lightly patting the wound with alcohol.
He jumped up, moving his arm. You gestured toward the bun man, putting your
hands in a grabbing motion. He seemed to understand what you were telling him
to do, calling to the other two men by the door. They all seemed to be friends
to the freckled-face man on the table. They held onto him tightly, and you saw
him take a deep breath. Once you knew he was secure, you began removing the
It did not take long, and once you were
finished with cleaning and stitching up the wound, you wrote the man on the
table a note, saying that he must rest until his wound is healed, making him
visit the medical tent twice a day. He grimaced at the note, and said something
too quickly for you to understand. Once he left, you were alone with the bun
guy. He smiled at you, and began speaking.
Thank you for helping
our friend. He mouthed, and you smiled and nodded, pulling the dirty sheets
off the bed. He seemed confused. You turned away to put the sheets in a hazard
bag, folding it up quickly. A hand touched your shoulder, and you turned back
to the man. You couldn’t help but see that he was quite handsome, his intelligent
eyes drawing you in. You blinked quickly, blushing at the inappropriate
thoughts that came into your head.
Are you ignoring me on
purpose? I asked if this was your first time working on the battle field five
minutes ago. Your face dropped, forgetting that you did not tell him.
You put your first two fingers to your ear,
tapping it twice. You then made a circle with each of your hands, moving it
from your chest outwards. Hear, no. You made it as simple as
you possibly could. He still stared at you, even more puzzle than before.
What are you doing?
Are you making fun of me? He said, frowning. You sighed.
This happened a lot, well, all of the time.
Many hearing people that you bumped into, either on the street literally or if
they were asking you something, always became offended that you did not respond
to them. It did hurt that when you tried to explain, they wanted nothing to do
with you, yelled their speech (like saying it louder will instantly cure you)
or treated you like a child. You hoped that this man would not behave that way.
You saw Anna appear out of the back, noticing
him standing quite close to you. She looked concerned, and began spelling out
Is he bothering you? She asked, glaring at
the man. You shook your head, smiling at her.
No, he thinks that I
am trying to make fun of him. Can you explain to him that I cannot hear what
he’s saying? You asked her, gesturing. His face is getting more and more red
by the second, and he finally turned back to Anna. She looked at him, and began
speaking. You appreciated that she didn’t turn away from your view.
me, sir, but she cannot hear anything that you are saying.
she can’t hear you. That’s why she doesn’t say anything when you’re not facing
her. She can only sign to get her point across.
The man’s eyes widened, looking back at me.
The blood drained out of his face, leaving it a pale white. You saw the
embarrassment grow in his eyes, the usual thing that happened when someone
found out about you. He apologized quickly, the confusion in his face was gone.
Anna smiled at his actions, and looked at you, a sparkle in her eyes. With his
back turned to her, he couldn’t see what she was doing.
hilarious, and handsome. I feel bad, maybe you should make him feel better.
She wiggled her eyebrows, and you rolled your
eyes, grabbing the blood-stained tools. You looked back at him, and he was
talking to Anna, and you could catch only a few words.
Hearing. Y/N. Long time. Words. Sign Language. Help. Yes.
You assumed that they were talking about how
you helped her learn sign to talk to you. You frowned, wondering why he
wouldn’t just ask you these questions. You were standing right here. A small
part of you believed that he was afraid of trying to talk to you. But you
pushed it aside, moving around the rest of the materials. You glanced out of
the corner of your eye, noticing that he walked out of the tent already. Anna
gave you a look, and helped the next patient that came in. Your chest swelled
with sadness, wishing that he didn’t avoid you after this. At least, that’s
what all the men you met did.
A few days passed since you saw the handsome
man. His friends walked in and out of the tent almost every day, with every
injury possible. You scolded them constantly, rolling your eyes every time. You
learned all of their names. The man who was shot was named John Laurens. The
other two were Gilbert Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan. They were fun to be
around, and they always made sure to face you when you were in the room. The
handsome one, which the boys refused to tell you the name of, never appeared.
You assumed it was because of your lack of hearing, and you silently were
saddened by it.
As you folded the blanket on a cot, you saw
the handsome man walk in. He looked nervous, glancing around until his eyes
contacted yours. He marched over, his hands shaking. You grew concerned,
wondering if he was experiencing anxiety. It wasn’t uncommon that the men in
the army came to you about this.
He seemed to take a deep breath, then held out
his hands. You watched him struggle, curious as to what he was going to do. As
you saw him form letter slowly, you smiled.
name is A L I X A N D E R.
He smiled at you, hope in his eyes. Your heart
warmed up at his effort, and you felt the tears appear in your eyes. His grew
wide, dread slowly consuming his face.
Oh hell, I insulted
you, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, I was trying to tell you my name. He said quickly, his
hands shaking. You shook your head, your soft smile growing wide. He instantly
looked relieved, the tension off his shoulders. You signed your words slowly,
and he concentrate on your hands, never looking away.
Thank you, Alexander. And my name is Y/N. I am
happy that you made an effort to sign. But you can just talk to me if you want,
just look at me when you’re speaking.
Alexander: If I
want to court you, I should learn, right? He signed, and you were surprised
at how good it was, compared to him spelling out his name before.
You blushed quickly, and he looked at you, a
small smirk on his face. He held out his palm, and you placed your hand in his,
his lips pressing against your skin softly. You involuntarily shivered, and he
grinned wildly at you. You made the sign for laugh, putting both of your hands
next to your face and grinning.
Does that mean you
want to court me? He signed, his eyebrows raised. You nodded, and Alexander pumped
his fist in the air, his happiness infectious. You couldn’t help but smile back
at him. Who knew that the man who ignored you for days would be the one you
looked most forward to being with?
Marquis de Lafayette:
His hair was brown and curly, pulled back into
a bun. His face was full of cuts and blood dripping. But he seemed more
concerned about another man, guiding you onto the battlefield. He had a
panicked look in his eyes, pointing towards a man lying on the ground. You ran
over, staring at his injury. The man seemed to have a bullet in his stomach,
not able to move. You pulled out materials from the bag, gesturing to the
others (there were three other men, including the one that pulled you out) to
help hold him down. They understood quickly, moving the man’s arms and legs out
of the way. You cut through his shirt, showing his lean stomach. You stared at
the entry would, glad that the bullet was still visible. This meant that you
didn’t have to dig through his skin to find it, which may cause even more
injury to the man.
You patted the wound with alcohol-covered
gauze, staring at his face for a reaction. His mouth was wide, and you assumed
he was screaming. You gave him an apologetic look, then began removing the
It was over in 20 minutes or so, you finally
stitching up the hole. You wrote a quick note to him, telling him that if there
was anything wrong, to go to the medical tent ASAP. He rolled his eyes, but
nodded, carried away by two of the men. You were left with the curly-haired
man, and he smiled at you. You couldn’t help but beam at him, his smile
Madam… (you couldn’t
understand the rest) thank you for
helping my friend. May I know your name?
You tensed up, and began signing your name. He
looked at your hands, then back at your face, the same puzzled look that
appears on everyone. It didn’t bother you; you were used to the expression. You
grabbed the paper off the ground, and pulled out the quill that you carried
around, and wrote your name on a paper.
Y/N Y/L/N. You wrote. He looked
at the paper, then back up at you.
My apologizes, m…
Can you not speak? You nodded, and began writing again.
And I cannot hear you. I am deaf, sir. You wrote, turning the
sheet towards him once again. His eyes widened, and he nodded quickly, bowing.
You saw Anna appear out of the corner of your eyes, and she waved you over,
blood dripping from her hands. You looked back at the man, giving him an
apologetic look before running to Anna. You couldn’t see the small smile he
gave you when you turned your back to him.
Every single day, the man, you later found out
was named Lafayette, walked in and talked with you, which consisted of more of
him talking and you writing. Eventually, he asked if you could teach him sign
language, and you agreed. Anything was fine, as long as you and him could spend
time with each other. You knew you grew to like him, and Anna teased you about
it every time he left, making hearts with her hands and winking. You smiled and
shook your head at her constantly, but she never stopped teasing you about it.
His other friends, Mulligan, Laurens, and
Hamilton sometimes came and visited you. Hamilton was the one who figured out
sign without your help (you questioned him on how, but he refused to tell you)
and the other two struggled. Mulligan wanted to know if sign would seduce other
women, and you grinned at him, knowing that he was joking. Laurens hands
constantly shook when he signed, his nerves getting the best of him. You always
encouraged him, gratefully that he was trying his best. You knew that you
weren’t even an expert at your own language; there were words that you didn’t
One day, while you were disinfecting the
utensils, Lafayette walked in, smiling at you. Your heart beat quickened
immediately, reminding you of how much you cared for the Frenchman. He moved
his hands, signing to you.
Y/N, I’ve been trying
to learn how to say this in sign for such a long time. He said, sitting down
on one of the beds. You glanced around to make sure Anna wasn’t there to make
fun of you, then walked over to him. You sat next to him signing back.
Do you want me to help you? You asked. He nodded,
and instead of signing, he began talking to you.
How do you sign, “I
have been in love with you this whole time, and it took me this long to realize
froze, staring at him. The pink rose on his cheeks, he rubbed his hangs
together in anticipation. You looked down, the smile never leaving your face.
Your heart pounded even more at his confession, and you began signing to him.
I have been in love with you this whole time,
and I’ve realized it a few weeks ago. Lafayette’s grin could have broken his face,
the joy unbelievably expressed. Without thinking, you pressed your lips onto
his, quickly, barely touching. It still sent shivers down your spine, and you
blushed intensely, quickly avoiding his gaze.
You felt his hand touch yours, your fingers
entwining with his. He touched your chin, turning it to him. Your eyes looked
at his warm brown ones, and he smile nervously.
Can I kiss you, for
real this time? Your eyes closed slowly, nodding. His lips pressed against
yours, and you couldn’t remember your life before Lafayette appeared in it.
Alex took in the sight before him
with glee. John on his knees, lacy blue boyshorts framing his ass exquisitely,
and his cock hard and straining against the material. His arms were pulled back
behind him, tied off at the wrists and midway down his forearms with soft black
rope to keep them in place. Alex had thrown open the blinds, allowing the
natural light to shine into their bedroom. He stepped forward, and when John
looked up at him with large, trusting eyes he looked almost angelic.
A/N - Hey y’all! Here is an adorable Hamilton fic featuring Hamilton, Mulligan, Lafayette, Laurens, and our star Lee, Washington! I hope you all enjoy and don’t forget to hit that reblog button or send me feedback! I love you all and thanks again for 300 followers!
um hi hello, bday tomorrow anon, uh could I suggest anything with Laf trying to comfort Laurens, maybe after he thinks he did something wrong with Alex ?? haha you don't have to if you don't want to
WE HAVE A BIRTHDAY TO CELEBRATE, KIDDOS!!!!!!!! Happy birthday, Anon! I hope you have a fantastic day and that you enjoy this SUPER ANGSTY lil fic I wrote based on your prompt. Have fun today, bby! <333 (Want me to write you a lil fic, too? Choose a prompt from the old list or new one and just let me know which list you used!)
The night had been going so well. So well. Until Laurens screwed everything up.
He and Alexander had been cuddling, snuggled under a fleece blanket on the smaller boy’s bed, a Ghibli movie playing in the background. The character’s voices were lost on the two boys who were giggling and kissing and swimming in each other’s eyes.
Everything had been fine until it suddenly and absolutely wasn’t.
Laurens kept replaying that moment over and over in his head. One second, Alexander is smiling and kissing Laurens at the same time, the next he’s hiding under the covers shaking.
Laurens had taken inventory of anything that could have upset the other boy at least five times by now. He hadn’t moved his hands from where they’d been resting on Alex’s shoulders. All he’d been doing was smiling into the kiss, same as Alex. The movie was at a happy part, so it couldn’t have been that. What was it? What had Laurens done so wrong that his boyfriend wouldn’t even let him comfort him?
Instead of being where he wanted to be, next to his boyfriend, Laurens was huddled up in Lafayette’s room, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, though he didn’t feel deserving of such comfort. He’d hurt Alex and he didn’t even know how. Tears began to well up in his eyes, a few slipping down his freckled face. He’d hurt the person he cared most about in the world. How could he ever make it up to him?
Just as Laurens was about to break down sobbing, he felt a hand gently rest on his shoulder.
“Mon ami,” his French friend said. “What is wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Laurens asked, shocked Laf was even asking. “I hurt Alex, Laf! That’s what’s wrong. I hurt the one person I love most in this world and I don’t even know what I did.” Laurens bolted up off of Laf’s bed, letting the blanket drop to the floor. He began to pace around the room.
“How can I ever make it up to him? How can I ever make him feel safe with me when I didn’t even realize I was unsafe!”
“Mon ami, please, listen––” Lafayette tried to interject, but Laurens was frantically rambling, caught up in the abundance of guilt that was drowning him.
“He’s been so trusting of me and I just shattered it, Laf!” he exclaimed. “He must hate me. I hate me. I hate myself so much right now I could just––”
“Mon ami!” Lafayette yelled, grabbing Laurens by his shoulders and spinning him around so he could look him in the eye. “Stop, mon ami. It wasn’t you. It wasn’t you at all. Be silent for one moment, come here.” Lafayette motioned for Laurens to sit on the bed again, this time next to him. He pulled the freckled boy close and ran a hand through his brown curls of hair.
“Listen, mon ami. Tell me what you hear.”
The two boys were silent for a moment, and just when Laurens was about to ask Lafayette what in the world he was trying to listen for, he heard it. The pops, shrieks, and bangs of fireworks.
“Oh no,” Laurens said softly. He’d entirely forgotten that it was the Fourth of July weekend. He’d forgotten that Alexander hated bangs, hated any loud noises that reminded him of storms even in the slightest.
“Oh shit, we need to be with him, Laf!” Laurens said, trying to escape the other boy’s grasp, but, much to his surprise, Laf held him down.
“He sent me here to check on you, mon ami. He felt horrible about how he reacted.”
Laurens stopped struggling to get away. “It’s not his fault at all,” he said weakly, feeling awful that Alexander would feel that way over something he couldn’t control.
“And neither is it yours,” Lafayette said with a sigh. “Mon ami, you worry me.”
“Me? Worry you?” Laurens looked Lafayette in the eye, thinking he’d heard the other boy wrong, but when Laf nodded his head, confirming what Laurens had just said, all he could do was stare at him, his mouth slightly agape.
“Oui, mon ami. You do not love yourself. Sometimes I worry you don’t even like yourself,” Lafayette said seriously.
Lauerns deflated a bit, shocked that Lafayette had picked up on such a thing. Lafayette pulled him close and began rubbing tiny circles on his back.
“You worry so much about our Alexander, but never yourself. Mon ami, please, don’t you see how much we love you? Me and Alexander and Hercules and Eliza?”
“Yes,” Laurens said softly.
“I wish you loved yourself even just a fraction of how much we love you, or how much you clearly love us.”
Laurens was silent. What could he say? He was nowhere near loving himself. But he loved Alex. And he loved his friends. Wasn’t that enough?
Lafayette leaned down and kissed the back of the smaller boy’s head. “Some day you will, mon ami. You will because me and Alexander and our other wonderful friends will make sure of it. And until then, we’ll keep reminding you just of how loved you are.”
Written for this prompt. Thank you dear! It was a pleasure writing this one, it was a break from the usual prompts, @fandoms-all. I hope I did you justice! I’m gonna be trying to write the prompts as ideas come to me now, instead of just trying to power through them with no direction.
Guess what song I had on repeat as I was writing this.