It’s so warm here and the air is so sweet and summery that I just got to overwhelming urge to write a lil fic! And since it’s Easter I thought what better than an Easter lil fic as a surprise for you kiddos? :D This is 100% fluffy, which, if you know me at all, you know is super rare, so enjoy it, bbys! And thank you, my dear Anon, for the request! I hope you like it! :) <333 (Read other lil fics here)
“You’ve been smiling for the entire meal, mon ami,” Laf said with a smirk as he and Alexander cleared the table after another Easter dinner with their adoptive parents, the Washingtons.
Alex tried to hide his face as he felt it becoming hotter. “Was not,” he mumbled weakly.
Lafayette just laughed in response.
“Thanks for helping, boys,” Martha said as the two placed the last stack of dirty dishes in the sink. “Gilbert, can you see if Grammy and Poppy want coffee?”
“Oui, Mama,” he said. He cocked an eyebrow at Alexander before he left the kitchen, letting his younger brother know they were not through with their discussion.
Alex internally groaned. He knew he’d had that goofy grin on his face for the entire dinner, but it wasn’t his fault. John Laurens, his best friend, his crush of the past two years, had texted him something adorable right before it was time to sit down for Easter dinner. Alexander wasn’t to blame if the words kept reappearing in his mind, causing that silly smile to overtake his face again and again. He was grateful his grandmother had poor vision because if she saw him smiling like that, well, she was even worse than Laf with the questions and knowing glances.
“Can you dry for me, Alex?” Martha unknowingly snapped him out of his reverie.
“Sure.” He grabbed the dish towel off of the counter and began drying some silverware Martha had just cleaned.
His mind wandered back to the text, or, rather, the entire conversation between the two of them. He had it memorized by now. He was certain every word, every punctuation mark, was seared into his brain permanently.
Alexander: Happy Easter, J-Lau :)
John Laurens: Happy Easter, Ham Man :) John Laurens: U got plans?
Alexander: Just the usual. Dinner w/ my grandparents. Alexander: You?
John Laurens: well we just got back from church and now we’re getting ready to go to my aunt’s for dinner
Alexander: that sounds nice!
John Laurens: eh. If you think church is religious, you should meet my aunt. She’s like a walking cathedral I swear to god John Laurens: I don’t wanna go :(
Alexander: :((( if you could do anything for Easter what would it be?
John Laurens: hmmmmm John Laurens: I would come over to your place
Alexander: :D what would you wanna do?
Alexander had to admit–– he’d assumed John would say something benign, like dye Easter eggs, or watch Disney movies, or just have dinner with Alex’s family; the kind of stuff they always did together because they were friends and that’s what friends do.
John Laurens: I would give you a plastic Easter egg John Laurens: with a note inside
Alex knew something was up. John was mischievous, but this? This was… different. His fingers shook ever so slightly as he thumbed out his reply.
Alexander: what would the note say?
The moment between when he hit send and when his phone buzzed again was tortuous. Just before it vibrated he’d heard car doors slamming shut in the driveway–– his grandparents had arrived and he needed to get off his phone, but he also needed John’s response.
He desperately opened the text, his breath stopping, trapped in his throat, his lungs, as he read what John had written.
John Laurens: it would say “kiss me”
All Alexander could do was stare at the text. He stared and stared and stared. He stared as he heard his grandparents enter the house, and he stared as he heard Lafayette’s bubbly voice greet them. He stared as he heard George call for him.
John Laurens: shit John Laurens: I’m sorry for being weird shit shit shit John Laurens: any chance you could forget I ever said that?
Alex heard George call for him again. He replied as quickly as possible before pocketing his phone.
Alexander: no Alexander: you would have to come over here and make me Alexander: ;)
As he descended the stairs to greet his grandparents, his phone vibrated. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.
John Laurens: then I’ll see you later tonight John Laurens: with an Easter egg
And that was why Alexander Hamilton absolutely could not stop smiling throughout all of Easter dinner, or even now, as he dried dish after dish for Martha.
When the doorbell rang, his heart actually stopped beating for a millisecond.
“Alexander!” Laf called from the other room. “It’s Laurens!”
Alex froze, dish towel and pot in hand. Martha put a hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“Go ahead, Alex,” she said with a knowing smile.
How does Laf tell everyone so fast? he wondered as he nodded and walked toward the door. It was only when he got to the door that he realized he was still holding the towel and pot. He stuffed the towel in the pot and opened the door.
John Laurens was standing on the front step, a single pink plastic Easter egg in hand. He stared into Alex’s eyes for a moment before popping it open and holding it out. Alex pulled a small piece of paper from the egg. His hand was trembling so much he almost couldn’t read it.
But he could, and there was no denying the two words written in John’s scrawl: Kiss me?
Alexander looked up at John and saw the fear and anticipation in his best friend’s eyes that he was certain mirrored his own. Without another thought, he shut his eyes and leaned in.
The moment when their lips met was cosmic. Alex swore stars were created as they kissed. When he finally pulled away, John Laurens was grinning and tears were streaking down his freckled face.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” John whispered.
Alex reached into the pot and grabbed the dish towel, using it to dot the tears off of John’s face.
“Alex?” John said.
“John?” Alex said.
“Why the fuck do you have a pot and dish towel?” He whispered.
Alexander burst into a fit of laughter so hard that he doubled over gasping for air. When he could finally breathe again, he also had tears running down his face, although for a different reason.
John rolled his eyes and smiled as he took the dish towel from Alex and patted his face dry, as well. And then he leaned in and kissed him again and everything felt right. Alex felt parts deep inside of him light up that he never knew existed. Parts, he was sure, that existed only for John.
A whistle sounded from inside the house. “Oui oui, mes amis!” Laf hollered.
They broke apart and turned to face Laf. “You damn heckler,” John muttered.
Martha was standing behind Laf, smiling. “Grab a new dish towel when you come in, sweetie,” she said with a smile.
Alex blushed, and John laughed.
“So I guess I can do this with it then, huh?” John said as he held up the cloth and blocked their faces from Laf’s view. He kissed Alex again and again and again, and Alexander never wanted it to end.
This had been, without a doubt, the best Easter of his life.
a/n: i was trying to think of a prompt for this gwash request and this idea just popped into my head and??? i couldn’t stop laughing lmao hope u guys enjoy! (ps if u want more all u have to do is ask ;)
request: Please please please write George Washington x reader fluff. I’m begging.
word count: 1011 words
“Burr, get a medic for the general.” Washington growled.
“Yes, Sir.” He stated as Lee was carried away.
After a talk with Hamilton, General Washington decided to check on Charles Lee. Although Lee said some very rude things, it was his duty to make sure his men were ok.
“Lee, since you are unfit to serve here any longer I am afraid to tell you that you will be discharged. Is there anyone we can contact to assist you on your way back home?” He asked formerly.
Lee hissed as he moved upright on the cot to look at the other general. “My sister, Sir. She shouldn’t live too far away from here, although she might not be very pleasant when she arrives.” He shivered.
Washington furrowed his eyebrows and marched to his tent to write a letter to Ms. Lee about her brother’s current state and the situation that brought them to this conclusion. After he was finished, he asked one of his men to deliver it. Now all he had to do was wait. ~ “Where is he?!” Washington heard a women’s voice shriek as he was drafting plans for the next battle. He heard Hamilton’s voice trying to calm her down but to no avail she kept demanding to see whomever “he” was.
His tent was flung open and saw Alexander walk in with a red face after being told off by said woman.
“Ms. Lee has arrived, Sir.”
George’s eyes widen as he put the pieces together and realized that it was Charles Lee the woman was searching for.
“Shall I escort her to him?” Hamilton asked.
Washington shook his head and stated he can do it as he grabbed his hat. He opened the flap to his tent and held his hand to his face as the sun’s beams showered upon him. It took his eyes a bit to adjust to the new lighting and looked to see the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on.
She had a simple navy blue dress, gorgeous (E/C) eyes, and hair that looked slightly messy from the journey to the camp. Her lips, however, were knitted in a tight frown as she looked angrily at him. Washington gulped as he made his way over to the furious but beautiful woman.
“I assume your-”
He barely got a few words out before she interrupted him.
“The sister of that idiot who got himself shot in a stupid duel over something stupid he said?” The woman spat.
The general moved slightly back, afraid if he said anything wrong she might release more of her wrath onto him. He opened his mouth but was cut off yet again by the woman.
“I am so terribly sorry,” She said as she dragged her hand across her face. “It’s just that my brother is…not the brightest.”
Washington chuckled and shook his head. “It’s quite alright, Miss. It’s completely understandable that you would be upset.” He smiled at her.
She smiled back. “I’m (Y/N) Lee.”
Washington bowed and took her hand to kiss her knuckles, “George Washington at your service, Ms. Lee.”
The lady blushed as she realized that she lashed out on the general and because he kissed her hand.
“Can I escort you to that ‘idiot brother’ of yours?” He asked as he looped an arm around hers.
Ms. Lee’s face flushed an even darker pink and nodded. The general chuckled at her silence since it was very hard to keep the woman quiet almost moments ago.
On their short walk to the medical tent, he asked about her life. She told him of her hobbies but the thing he was intrigued about her the most was that she was an assistant to a professor in the nearby college.
“You must be a brilliant woman then.” He told her.
She grinned at him, “I wouldn’t say brilliant but I would like to think I’m more educated than I should be.” She added with a wink.
The general laughed again, “You have quite the sense of humor, Ms. Lee!”
“Please call me (Y/N), General.” She told him.
“If you call me George I think we can arrange that.” He grinned at her.
When they arrived at the nurse’s station, the two were still chatting and giggling with one another and the men stationed at the tent stopped to gawk at the scene. They have never seen the general so…happy, so carefree. And to be completely honest George couldn’t remember the last time he felt this comfortable with someone else.
“Don’t you boys have somewhere to be?” The general demanded.
The three soldiers’ eyes widened and stammered an apology while scurrying off.
Washington opened the tent and allowed (Y/N) to enter first. She was about to walk in before she turned around to look at George.
“Could I have a moment alone with him?” She asked with her big (E/C) eyes.
George blushed and simply nodded his head so he didn’t say anything stupid. He watched her walk in and find her brother on his cot, dead asleep. He smiled and turned around to walk back to his tent but before he could leave he felt a soft hand clutch his.
The beautiful woman he was taken with stood up slightly on her tippy toes and whispered, “Write to me.” and kissed his cheek.
She smiled softly at him while closing the tent.
George stood outside in shock. He simply stared at the opening while reaching up to gently touch the cheek she brushed her lips against. Afterwards, he grinned and walked towards his tent to finish some business with a slight spring in his step. He was only a little ways down before he heard a yell.
George’s grin widened and set down to already write a letter to the woman he was so suddenly infatuated with.
She was absolutely stunning and perfect in her role in “Roman Holiday,” 1953. She had a kind of aura around her, as if she were born to play the part (of a princess). I called my agent, George Chasin, and told him I wanted her to have co-star billing, because it was obvious to me that she was going to be a big star and maybe win the Academy Award. Chasin gave me an argument… and I said, ‘Look, George, just do it! It’s really the princess’ story.’ And I thought, ‘She’s so terrific in this and I’m going to look like a jackass if it says “Gregory Peck in ‘Roman Holiday.’” It was absolutely clear to me that equal billing was the way it ought to be.
Gregory Peck ( October 8, 1989 )
In this imagine the reader is dating George Weasley, but her cousin, Draco Malfoy, is not at all pleased. After a heated confrontation the twins find out about Malfoy’s outburst and plan revenge. Will the reader be able to love freely despite an unsupportive family, or will it all fall apart?
Warnings: a few curse words
(Sidenote: I’m super proud of one of these insults, guess which one. Also, apologies for making Draco a monster. It hurt because he has my heart.)
Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
~~~ - used to show passage of time
Word count: 2,060
“Y/N!” I hear Draco storming up behind me.
“What Malfoy?” I ask, rather uninterested in whatever he wants to complain about now. “If it’s about Potter and the Weasley girl I already know- and yes it’s perfectly horrid.”
“Actually-” He sneers, somehow managing to step in front of me. “It’s about you and the Weasley boy.”
Request: Requested by anonymous: Could I please request a GWash fic where they’re
courting and go to a ball together? But people didn’t know they were together
(before the ball)? Thanks!
A/N: This is my first George Washington fic so I’m sorry if
it isn’t very good I didn’t know how to end it I’m sorry!
You examined the dress you wore in the mirror in front of
you. It was a fairly simple dress, clashing well with your courter’s suit.
Making your way outside, you caught sight of George’s carriage waiting for you.
“Are you ready?” George asked, as you sat next to him.
“Yes. I’m sorry if I made you wait long.” You apologized, as
George shook his head.
“It’s quite alright.” The rest of the ride was carried out
by a comfortable silence. As you arrived to the ball, you noticed a group of
loud men laughing just outside the building. You recognized one of them as your
courter’s right hand man, Alexander Hamilton; the others must’ve been
revolutionaries that you hadn’t known the names of.
You entered the ball, George quickly apologizing about
having to leave you due to business. You stood by the wall, quietly observing
the people happily dancing.
“Hello, miss.” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You
turned to see Alexander Hamilton once again, although he was alone this time. “My
name is Alexander Hamilton.” He bowed, gently taking hold of your hand. You
suppressed laughter as you realized he hadn’t known about your relationship
“I’ve heard of you.” You decided to play dumb, hoping to see
his reaction to your courter.
“May I have this dance?” He asked, and you noticed George
approaching the two of you.
“Actually, I already have a courter, Alexander.” You
explained as George appeared behind him.
“I see you’ve met Y/N.” His voice startled the poor man in
front of you.
Realization spread across his face as he slowly turned to
George. “S-sir!” He managed to stutter, awkwardly moving out of the way of the
two of you. Unable to keep your laughter contained, Alexander gave you an incredulous
look. “I’m- uh- very sorry miss!” He apologized, quickly disappearing into the
crowd, leaving you and George alone.
“I suppose I should’ve told him.” George commented, watching
Alexander walk up to his friends, probably explaining what had happened.
“Well, it was fun to see his reaction.” You laughed.
“Maybe next time I call him to my home for a meeting you
Not to "Little Mermaid" MerLaf too much, but does he sing? Also, how pouty does Laf get when George calls him a siren?
I like to think he does, because singing is fun. What he doesn’t understand is that merfolk’s ability to mimic language gives them that wonderful siren song ability. Lafayette’s voice tends to carry when he sings in the river, and George himself has even stumbled from camp half mesmerized to seek it out.
It’s good and bad. One: it’s very lovely, and George loves to listen to Lafayette sing to him. Despite the way he gets ruffled when called a siren.
However: it attracts other suitors. Sometimes even stray redcoats. Lafayette made quick work of them, as George saw from the men lined up on the banks, throats torn open. But one day he may not hear them approach, and George fears his singing will end up killing him.
“Gosh….. Y/N. He’s so handsome” James whispered.
“Just like his dad” I laughed and kissed my baby on his forehead.
“What do we call him?”
“Well, I thought about George”
Jim’s grin widened.
“Really? After my dad?”
I smiled and nodded.
OMG I LOVE YOU GUYS
•thinking he was joking when he asked you out
• but he was dead serious so
• losing it when he loses his ear
• laughing when he says he’s feeling holy
• “you’re my silly goofball”
• “the only goofball you will ever need in your life”
• being there for him when Fred….you know…ouch…that hurt typing…
• listening to all his stories about him and his twin brother
• his mom loving you
• Ron looking up to you like a sister
• taking care of Ron like a brother
• also being there for Ron with Fred…ahem…
• teasing Ron about hermione
• George finding it so adorable when you get excited over the smallest things
• more cuddles.
• did I mention cuddles?
• making tea with him
• him slow dancing with you with no music
• “how about we put on some music, George?”
• “no need, let’s just dance this way”
• trying to help him with new pranks
• “I bet I can prank ____ before you can”
• calling him Fred and Fred George just to mess with the both of them
• getting close to Fred
• of course letting him have fun with his brother
• cheering him on during quidditch
• attending his practices when you are available
• sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist
• him trying to scare you when you’re not paying attention.
• quite a lot
• it always works
• him kissing the top of your head every time you pout
• cheeky. Comments.
• him kissing the corner of your mouth teasingly and you getting mad
• “JUST KISS ME YOU IDIOT!”
• “for heaven sakes, woman, I will!”
• [if you’re short] him letting you climb onto his shoulders
• randomly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder
• both getting in trouble for getting distracted by each other in class
• “I thought I’d lost you like I’d lost Fred….he’s gone, [y/n]…..it hurts like bloody hell…” [brb crying]