When I first found out what Hamilton was like over a year ago I never would have thought I would like it at all, let alone love it and have an otp from it and actually write for it. So here's a collection of Lams one shots. Idk if I'll ever have a multi chapter ongoing story for this fandom, but this is project I plan on keeping up with for a while. I find writing for this pairing to be pretty easy and fun, so I'm gonna be cranking out a lot of these. Also I'll be taking requests for prompts starting sometime between late January or early March.
Any explicitly NSFW content will be exclusive to AO3 and Tumblr.
This first one may or may not be literally the only Hamilton fic I'll ever write that actually takes place in the canonical universe. Maybe I'll write more like this one but basically every idea I have as of now pertains to an AU of some kind so don't be surprised if that's the case.
Enjoy.
"Alexander, you're the closest friend I've got."
"Laurens…"
Alexander grabbed John by the hand. He quickly pulled him close towards him, leaving no space between their bodies, their faces just inches apart.
John's expression remained unchanged, at first. He was used to this kind of aggressive affection from Alexander. But then his gaze softened, as realization hit him.
They hadn't been in a position like this since the wedding.
John thought that this part of their relationship was over now that Eliza was in the picture. He didn't mind that; Alexander was happy with his wife, and there was a war to focus on right now. He thought they had both moved on.
Yet Alexander was still looking at him with a spark of desire. And that gaze made repressed feelings rise back to the surface in an instant.
The very next second, John found himself in a tight embrace. He found Alexander's mouth on his. He was being kissed more passionately, more lovingly than he ever thought possible, especially from someone who had just gotten married to someone else.
It was the kind of kiss that gets your heart pounding, makes you lightheaded, sends warmth through your entire body, turns your legs into jelly, keeps all your thoughts purely on the person kissing you. All of those things were happening to John right then, grabbing Alexander by the shoulders just to keep himself on his feet. He was rendered helpless as he struggled to keep his grip on him tight.
Alexander pulled away slowly. John looked into his eyes, agape. He bet he was blushing like an idiot right now, but if he was, it looked like Alexander didn't care.
He took one of his hands; his dominant hand, the hand that would hold the gun in the duel with Lee.
Alexander lightly kissed that hand.
Then he murmured, "Do not throw away your shot."