#hamilton tickle

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Attention

Hello gigglers!

It’s been forever since I wrote a tickle fic, let alone a Hamilton one, so please forgive me if this is a bit meh. Anyways, I haven’t been in the Hamilton fandom for a while, so my characterisation won’t be perfect, but I hope the cuteness remains intact! 

Requested by: @crispygalaxypanda 

Fandom: Hamilton

Prompt: Lee!Laurens Ler!Hamilsquad

Summary: Laurens is desperate to be the centre of attention, so the gang grant his wishes. 

“I have seen wonders great and small!”, John Laurens proclaimed, standing upon a pedestal of his own making: a mini wooden chair. Marquis Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan nodded in agreement, while Alexander Hamilton tried to pull Laurens from the chair, fed up with his antics. He hadn’t had a single drink, yet the man had been in lunacy since they’d arrived at the deserted pub, dangerously jumping from chair to table and putting on a show for his three best friends. Whilst two of them appreciated it greatly, one of them was beyond sick of it, as he was the subject of his friends’ jokes. 

Laurens kicked gently at Hamilton as the short man yanked at his arm, causing the latter to stumble backwards. “See, if the Tomcat can get married”, John teased, shaking his head at the defeated man, “Well, I guess there may be hope for our asses after all!” Lafayette slammed a glass against the table, Mulligan bent his knees for a rhythmic sway, and Hamilton stared at Laurens with a murderous gaze. 

“I find it ironic how we preach about freedom”, Lafayette chimed in, “When Hamilton will never see freedom again!” They all laughed, including Hamilton, which he hated to admit. 

“Ah ah ah!”, exclaimed Laurens, pointing directly at Alexander, “Was that a laugh I just heard”. 

“Oh shut up!”, the short man snapped, trying to sound intimidating but not being able to hide his true feelings of playful joy. Yes, he would have to spend plenty of time with his wife for the rest of his life, and as much as he loved her, it was nice just hanging out with his friends and acting like children. Suddenly, Aaron Burr entered, carrying a newspaper, (honestly, who reads those in 2023? Why couldn’t he just listen to a Podcast or something?).

Burr smiled brightly at Alexander, coming to congratulate his friend with a formal hug, not noticing the banter in the air. “I see the whole gang is here”, he remarked, looking to the other three. Laurens’ eyes glinted: a new man entering the bar meant a new target. He jumped off the chair with a loud thud.

“Well I heard you've got a special someone on the side Burr”, Laurens stated, patting the other man’s back with force. 

Burr stumbled forward, “Wh-what?”

“A lady!”, Laurens announced, “Burry is getting busy with a chicky!”

Burr shook his head and rolled his eyes towards Alexander: “He in one of his moods?”

Hamilton sighed, “I’m afraid so”.

“What moods?”, Lafayette tempted, “Laurens is behaving normally, he always gets jealous when he isn’t the centre of attention!”

Laurens glared at him: “Am not!”

“Are too!”, Hamilton said, glad he could tease the other man back, “Your jealous that I got a wedding yesterday and all you got was a uniform suit and a bag of flowers!”

Laurens was about to retaliate, when Burr said, “Now don’t be mean to the guy. If he wants attention, just give it to him”. Burr: the practical one, not influenced by playful pressures.

Just than, Laurens jumped up onto a chair, wishing to declare his point with majesty, yet tripped and fell clumsily onto his back. Burr’s eyes widened with worry: “Are you alright!?!” The others just snickered, knowing the guy would be fine. 

Laurens groaned and rubbed his head. “I’m ok”, he admitted, “Can I stay lying here? It’s nice. I like staring at the roof and contemplating what an attention seeker I am”.

“Aww, John, don’t be like that”, Burr said, “They were just teasing, weren't you?”. He looked towards the other three, standing next to each other in a line. “Well actually-” Laf interjected, before receiving a slap from the men on either side of him. 

“Yeah”, Hercules said, “We were just having a go at you”.

“Though if attention is what you want”, Lafayette said, running up to Laurens’ side to avoid slaps, “Than I’d be happy to give it to you-”

Laf ducked down and smirked at Laurens, who was still lying on the floor. “Wait-”

Before he knew it, Laf was digging his fingers into Laurens’ sides, causing the freckly boy to laugh and toss around against his will. 

“Nohoho!”, the boy laughed, “Anythihihing buhuhut tihihihickles!”

Hamilton looked a little flustered, standing and watching the whole ordeal. Burr just shook his head and crept up beside Laf; “Come on guys, really?”

“GUHUHUHUYS?!?”, Laurens exclaimed, his laughter growing louder as Laf began pinching at his sensitive ribs, “THIHIHIS IHISHISN’T MY FAUHAHAHLT!”

“Well what did you expect?”, Burr explained, looking away from the mess below him, “You act a certain way, you should expect this sort of behaviour from your friends.

Laurens let out some high-pitched giggles as Lafayette creeped one hand under his left arm. In a high pitched voice, he uttered: “Ohohoho come on Buhuhuhurr! Lihihike your above thihihis! EEE!”.

Aaron looked down, noticing that John’s freckled cheeks had gone all pink. He walked up to the men on the floor and smirked: “Above this? I never claimed to be”. 

Suddenly, Burr thrusted his hand under Lauren’s right arm, causing him to screech and toss from left to right as both underarms were attacked.

Herc nodded to Alex, as if making a mutual decision, and they each stood on a side of Laurens and focused on poking at an unprotected spot. 

Whilst Laurens was collapsing in high pitched and blushy laughter and giggles, Laf was tickling his ribs, Burr was tickling his underarms, Hamilton was poking at his sides and hips and Mulligan was gently squeezing his knees. 

“NOHOHO, IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!”

Laf smiled brightly, kneading towards the side of Laurens’ ribs, which he noted were significantly more ticklish, “Isn’t this the attention you craved?”

Laurens scrunched his eyes shut and shook his head, biting his lip to supress laughter.

“Well there’s hardly a point if he’s not laughing”, Burr commented, before standing up. Laurens shook the after-tickles from his arms, as the other three began to back off. Laurens panted, stood up, and smiled at the others.

“Maybe you guys were right”, he said, grinning brightly and swinging an arm around Hamilton and Lafayette’s shoulders, “Maybe I did just need attention all along”.

Hamilton chuckled and shook his head, “Okay, sure, just don’t make fun of me again, or there will be seconds!”

Laurens gasped in mock offence, grinning widely, before jumping onto a different undersized chair. 

“Raise a glass!”, he declared, lifting an air-glass, “To the Tom Cat!”

Maybe Laurens hadn’t had quite enough of the attention he craved.

[kays1circus]

HI I'M KAY!

hey yall I'm kay! I'm new to the tickle community and I have lots of ideas! I'd love to share them with all of you and you can share with me! Ask's are open to anyone just no inapropriate stuff please! I hope to get to all your asks and ideas in mind!

•curent fandoms•

•DHMIS (don't hug me im scared)

•the nightmare before Christmas

•we can be hero's

•unwanted expirament (a really nice mystery game I recommend it if you like mysterious stuff)

•undertale

•MHA (my hero academia)

•zombies 1 2 and 3

•Halloween town

•bendy and the ink machine

•crashbox

•spooky month

•the santa clause 1-2

•young sheldon (mostly lee!sheldon)

•south park

•hamilton

•aoas (arc of a scythe) ~curently

•welcome home

•paw patrol

•barbie movie

•total drama

•Wish (MOSTLY)

[jonasiegenthaler]

njd@pit | 30.12.23

[l8tof1]

bono: sainz ahead [unintelligible]... his front wing. lewis: ... lewis: went over something. bono: copy. that looked like sainz' front wing. lewis: yep. wing's fallen off. bono: ... lewis: ... bono: copy. bono: so yeah, let's just start to close that gap slowly! :) bono: when you can, hpp 3, position 5. 3, position 5. :) lewis: ... lewis: [continues to zoom around]  lewis: let's hope no more wing falls off.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

What's Going On With You?

A/N - Hey @crazy-as-a-jaybird I was told that Santa may have missed your chimney this year. Well thankfully, I'm one of his elves and I am here to give your fic at long last! Sorry things had fallen through with Santa, but I am here to lighten your day with some Hamilton fluff (and some sads, but shush). As always, thank you @squealing-santa for the event and for @hypahticklish for organizing everything and letting me be the pinch hitter for this gift! I madly appreciate it! Anyways, onto the fic!

Word Count: 1,961

            “How’d you fuck up this time?” Hamilton all but purred as Burr walked past his seat, looking as dejected as possible, an older dog that’s been passed over at the shelter for the umpteenth time. Hamilton would never admit that Burr’s face made him feel a tinge of sadness; the poor man had clearly just gone through some shit, but Burr had been actively trying to make Hamilton’s life a living hell for years. Of course, Hamilton was going to have to have a little bit of fun kicking the man while he was down. “Washington isn’t a fan of stupid ideas.”

            “Shut up, Hamilton,” Burr snapped, but there was little malice behind his words. He just sounded tired. His eyes were dim, hands in his pockets, as he just walked past his rival.

            Hamilton visibly flinched as Burr brushed past him. Clearly something bad must have happened to Burr; the man could never resist the urge to speak his mind.

            Hamilton trailed him, walking down the hall full of doors and down the steps. Just as Burr was reaching from the front door, Hamilton grabbed his wrist and dragged him into another room which served as the main chamber for senate meetings. The last meeting had been adjourned hours before, so the room was empty and dark, the only light was the soon to be setting sun radiating from the two windows.

            “Hamilton! What is the meaning of this?” Burr growled as he was pushed into one of the long wooden benches, his back laying flat on the hard wood. As he struggled to get up, like a flipped turtle, Hamilton took a seat on his legs, ignoring how uncomfortable the position was for them both.

            “What is going on with you?” Hamilton asked, though it sounded more like a statement. He was annoyed, not one to be ignored.

            “What is going on with you?” Burr countered, waving his arms to gesture at Hamilton’s position. “And why the hell do you care about how I feel? It’s not like I matter to you. Washington chose you, go be his right hand man. Let me go and be nothing to you, to him.”

            Hamilton’s expression lightened; his snarl slipped into a frown.

            “What?” His voice was soft, quiet.

            Burr turned his head, staring at the back of the bench as he bit his lip.

            “It doesn’t matter,” He whispered, the condensation of his breath moistening the polished wood his nose was pressed into. “Please, let me go.”

            Without a word, Hamilton obliged. Burr’s joints popped as he got up, trapping a groan in his throat so Hamilton wouldn’t hear. He left the room, closing the door gently, and stood on the other side for a minute, expecting to be followed.

            “I’m sorry,” Burr mumbled under his breath as he continued on, leaving the building with his eyes made of glass.

            “I’m sorry,” Hamilton mumbled under his breath as he stood alone in the darkening room. For one of the only times in his life, Hamilton did not know what to do.

***

            A month had passed without incident. If Burr saw Hamilton anywhere, he would put his head down and keep walking. Thankfully, these encounters were limited. Hamilton became busy with his writings as Burr was busying himself with other endeavors while in the senate, one of which was taking care of Theodosia. It was cathartic, enjoying every second he got to spend with his daughter, but some days he would look at her beautiful face of ten years and have the sudden urge to cry.

            One night, after a particularly grueling senate meeting that had him and Samuel Johnston, the senator from North Carolina, in a heated yelling match. Luckily, most had turned out well for Burr, but he was still exhausted. All he wanted to do was rest, but it seemed that God had other plans for him that night.

            “Burr?” A voice sounded behind him, freezing him in his tracks. Burr’s hands shook, realizing that as he had been lost in his thoughts, he had somehow managed to walk right passed Hamilton without noticing. Burr stood there in silence, body rigid. “Burr, we need to talk.”

            “We do.”

            After an awkwardly silent walk, Burr brought Hamilton back to his house. Theodosia greeted her father with a hug and a polite curtsey to the other man.

            “Mr. Hamilton, sir,” Theodosia said with a fake, polite smile. She knew this man had upset her father, somehow, but her father hadn’t said much on the matter. And instead of lingering, Theodosia excused herself to her room and left the two men to their own devices.

            They were silent for quite some time, eyes locked as Burr stared Hamilton down as he sat in the center of the couch, hands clasped on his lap.

            “I’m sorry,” Hamilton said first. He always had to be first. “I overstepped. I should have left you alone.”

            “No, I was the one that overacted. I was upset so I got defensive,” Burr stared at the floor as he spoke. “I guess, I just didn’t realize you cared.”

            “Why wouldn’t I?” Hamilton countered; his eyes bore into Burr’s slumped figure. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t care.”

            “Hmm.”

            “I guess I didn’t realize you were a dumbass.”

            Burr’s jaw slumped as he gaped at the man across from him, though he was able to spot the mischievous glint in the man’s eyes, and quickly pursed his lips together into the faintest of smiles.

            “I care about your feelings, even if you’re the biggest pain in my ass,” Hamilton crossed his arms, smirking as he leaned back into the couch. “Besides, you are absolutely no fun when you’re sad.”

            “Is that so?”

            “Of course! Who else am I going to pester? Washington can only take so much of my banter.”

            Burr let out a soft chuckle, dropping his eyes to the floor in embarrassment.

            “Was that a laugh I heard?” Hamilton mused, his pitch rising in excitement.

            Burr felt his cheeks heat up. He didn’t know why, but Hamilton’s excitement always had this effect on him. It was contagious how lit up Hamilton could get about most things. He hadn’t the slightest idea what Hamilton was intending, but he bit his lip to hold back a smile.

            “You’re not answering me,” Hamilton huffed. “I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

            Before Burr could react, Hamilton had leaped from the couch and had his hands all over him.

            It had been quite some time since they last did this. Just after the war ended, Hamilton and his rag tag team of misfits would attempt to “cheer up” Burr whenever they saw him. Most of the time, Burr hadn’t been upset. However, he wore a natural frown when he walked, which was enough to incite violence, specifically from Hamilton and Laurens. This activity had slowed to a stop once the band broke up. Lafayette went back to France, Mulligan had gone back into tailoring, and Laurens had unfortunately been killed just before the war was officially ended. The latter had hurt Hamilton the most, thus ended most of his playful interactions with anyone outside his household.

            Burr didn’t hold back his laughter at all. He didn’t feel the need. It had been years, and frankly, Burr didn’t mind this. It felt normal. Nostalgic.

            “Ah, there it is,” Hamilton beamed, listening to Burr’s rich belly laugh that he would only do when his ribs were being attacked. This was Hamilton’s go to spot when on the attack, getting the best results the quickest. It may not have been Burr’s worst spot, but it yielded in the best response.

            “You know, I’ve missed this,” Hamilton mused, both teasing and being sincere. “And, since you’re not fighting back, it seems you have too.”

            Burr didn’t protest; he really was having a good time. This had been one of the worst years of his life and he’s been in a shit mood for some time, on top of anxiety around his encounter with Hamilton a month ago. The fingers skittering across his rib cage felt like a temporary release from the monsters in his mind. This he could handle with ease. That is, until Hamilton decided to go for the kill.

            “Alex!” Burr nearly screeched, dropping all formalities as Hamilton began lightly squeezing his lower stomach, the small patch of fat being extra sensitive. Burr knew Hamilton was going to finish his attack soon. Hamilton knew that Burr couldn’t handle this spot being teased for too long.

            “I don’t think you’ve called me that since the eighties,” Hamilton wore a sly smile, giggling to himself. Hamilton was the sort of person to laugh along with the person he was tickling, especially if their laughter was as contagious as Burr’s. It wasn’t his fault that Burr’s laugh was loud and giggly, a stark contrast to his typical stoic persona.

            “Stop, please,” Burr finally let out, holding out for a good five minutes. It was fun, in a way, but it had gotten to be too much.

            “Damn, you really let me have some fun there,” Hamilton teased, now standing in front of Burr, hands behind his back as he bounced on his toes. Burr took a minute to respond, having to release the final residual huffs of mirth and uncurl himself into a proper sitting position.

            “I guess I did,” Burr replied, smile still wide on his face. “Now, I think it would be fair if you repaid the favor.”

            “Oh, I-I,” Hamilton stammered, his face reddening. Burr knew this was a go ahead.

            Standing up, Burr practically lifted Hamilton and walked him across the room to the couch. Gently plopping him down onto the sofa, Burr straddled the younger man and began to dance his fingers across the entirety of Hamilton’s torso.

            “Burr!” Hamilton squealed in delight, grabbing Burr’s wrists, but didn’t try to push them away.

            Burr knew that Hamilton loved this, always had. He had always suspected that Hamilton liked the attention, the touch. His childhood had been rough, so Burr assumed that this quirk had stemmed from this. He, of course, had never wanted to press. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this somewhat charming quirk, so he never questioned.

            “Still as ticklish as ever, huh?” Burr let out a low chuckle as he fluttered his fingers on either side of Hamilton’s neck. Burr knew he wouldn’t respond, Hamilton’s neck being a weak point that always sent him into hysterical giggles. “Hm, you’re lucky I’ve never done this in front of the other senators. I’m sure they would have a kick out of this.”

            “Asshole,” Hamilton replied, now able to speak as Burr’s fingers danced along his lower ribs. His ability to speak would soon be ripped away from him, as Burr’s response to his crude remark was to crawl his fingers downward along his sides, to knead into his hips.

            “Burr!” Hamilton’s voice was as loud as it could possibly be, his laughter booming as Burr attacked his most sensitive spot. This specific laugh always made Burr join in, as the laugh itself was adorably funny to listen to, along with it being very apparent that Hamilton was having a delightful time.

            As Burr went to town on Hamilton’s hips, Theodosia quietly laughed to herself, peering out from behind her door, with only a partly obstructed view of the living room. She had been lingering there for a while, having heard her father’s deep laugh, and had to investigate. It had been years since she had heard him really laugh, long before her mother died. Burr looked much younger, relaxed.

            “Thank you,” Theodosia whispered under her breath, letting out a sigh as she smiled to herself.

[lovefoolheart]

I trust the F1 tumblr girlies to make fanfics about lewis hamilton going to ferrari and the drama/betrayal between charles lecrerc and carlos sainz, i'm loving the tiktok edits on this it's addicting

[candy8448]

I hate to say it but...

"Say no to this" from Hamilton- is kinda a bop

Dude is singing about cheating on his wife and im on the side just vibing

Its like, a guilty pleasure... i feel like i should not be enjoying this song so much but... its also pretty good tho D:

(Read tags)

[countrynerddancer]

I am sure that someone somewhere in 2016 made a prayer candle of Hamilton with Lin Manuel Miranda on it, which could now be used as a prayer candle for Hermes bc of his casting in the Percy Jackson show

[hughesyyboy]

Formula 1 drivers tk headcannons

Daniel ricciardo:

Probably like 90% Lee, 10% ler

He honestly loves being tickled (he’s never ever gunna admit it though)

Scale of 1 to 10 of ticklishness- 100

Daniel Joseph ricciardo is the most ticklish person ever

Max verstappen is his worst enemy when it comes to tickling

Every time they’re near eachother *poke poke*

Light touches make him jump out of his skin that’s how bad it is

George also manages to get a few giggles out of him (who doesn’t to be fair)

Ribs, sides and belly- death.

Jules was the first person to figure out he was ticklish 🕊️🕊️ (other than his friends in Australia when he was a child and his family)

He would be a pretty shit ler

His nails are short and bitten so they wouldn’t be an option

He would laugh to much while tickling someone that he would become weak

He does sometimes manage to tickle people (Charles, max and Lando)

He always makes sure the Lee feels safe and comfortable

Has a safe word with his lee’s

Everyone laughs at him because he’s really soft and gentle when tickling so he just sulks afterwards

That’s about it for Danny

Lewis Hamilton:

50/50 Lee/ler I think

Bout a 6/10 on ticklishness scale

This is gunna have to pretend seb and Nico r is still in f1

There’s only a few that are brave enough to tickle ‘sir Lewis hamilton’

George Russell, Sebastian vettel, nico rosberg, Fernando Alonso and checo Pérez

This year George and Lewis have definitely had tons of tickles

Especially when one’s upset

Cheer up tickles are like they’re love language

Him and seb def slept together anyway so yk they just like found out in bed

Seb is definitely the most ticklish of the two but he also had fun tickling Lewis

Him and Nico probably spent half of their childhood stuck in tickle fights

Him and Fernando definitely tickle the shit out of the other when they’re being a little shit

I dint really have much else for Lewis tbf so here you are

Oscar piastri:

93% Lee 7% ler

About a 9.9/10 on the ticklishness scale

He has got a bit of trauma from being tickled (Lando, Danny, max and Charles ganged up and tickled the poor kid to celebrate Qatar)

He definitely got tickled a lot in f2, something a lot of the others probably didn’t

There’s a clip somewhere of Dennis hauger coming up behind him and squeezing his sides and he jumped out of his skin with a ‘wheyyyy!’

The koala is extremely ticklish

The 7% ler is on max fewtrell when they were together in the Renault academy and Lando when he’s being a shit

That is probably two of the only people he’s actually tickled successfully

Max verstappen? Backfired. Daniel Ricciardo? Backfired. Lando Norris? Backfired every time except for once. George Russell? Backfired. Carlos sainz? Backfired so bad. Carlos almost killed him. Charles leclerc? Worked for about 2 seconds. Logan Sargeant? He’s tried about 200 times since they met. everytime it backfired.

Oscar jack piastri is hopeless at tickling people.

I can imagine logan going round to Oscar’s house when they were younger and when Oscar did something slightly annoying… wrecked.

What is it with the Australians being super ticklish? First Danny and now oscar? Insane

Fred vesti and Robert Schwartzman also definitely almost killed him on multiple occasions in f2 + f3

Oh, and Arthur leclerc

Them kids definitely almost killed eachother

That’s it for oscar

Charles leclerc:

60% Lee 40% ler

Bout 9/10 on the ticklishness scale

Entirely terrified of Carlos when he has a smirk, he just knows what the guy is going to do

He loved being tickled by his older brother when they were kids

It’s probably one of his best childhood memories

And then when they’re younger brother was born they probably continued it with him

Alex definitely tickled him a lot when he was his teammate in f3

I feel like he still likes being tickled he just has to pretend he doesn’t because of media and cameras that are litch everywhere

He’s lucky that he knows how to fight back and get revenge because if he didn’t he would be dead (Daniel Joseph ricciardo and oscar Jack piastri)

I feel like he just runs up to people and just squeezes their sides since that’s what everyone else does to him (see, revenge.)

I feel like he would look like a tomato after and he would look like this with his pout; 😡

Jules definitely wrecked him a few Two many times too hard to the point he screamed his lungs out

Like imagine him and jules playing football when Charles was only about 6 and then he tries to tackle jules, which doesn’t end well. Jules pins him to the ground and just full on tickles him for a good five minutes until he was crying and screaming

But he gets looked after when he gets tickled!

Especially when it’s max tickling him

He gets cuddles, kisses, drinks, warmth and litterally everything else

That’s probably it for Charles

~~

That was my tk headcannons for Lewis, Daniel, Charles and oscar!

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Hello, please send requests in, I miss writting!

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A request woukd really make my day; I need to get active on here again.

[shes-unwell-babe]

slayed.

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[lewisitshammertime]

the most adorable little guy ☹️ @lewishams

[elyuzts-echo]

hi tword people

i like hamilton

so if anyone would like to hear me out on lee john laurens I'd be happy /hj /nf

[tickly-stuff]

Smile for me!

A/N: this is a Hamilton tickle fic I made while in the hospital waiting for my sprained ankle T.T

Summary: Alexander seems like he has a lot on his hands, and Eliza knows just how to cure that.

Hamilton was exhausted.

There was no doubt about it. He had so much to worry about. He has a wife, a child AND if he doesn’t have congressional approval for state debt, he might get fired.

“Alexander”? The sweetest voice he had ever heard before was at his office door. It was no other than his dearest wife Eliza.

“Is there anything I can get you? Water? Bread?” She was just as concerned as Alex. But for a different reason.

Alexander was rarely getting any sleep, and just continued scribbling away on his papers. He barely spent any time with her or Phillip.

To the question that she asked previously, he just responded with a groan.

That was the last straw.

“Alexander I demand you to take a break! You’re working every morning, noon and night!! You start little to no conversation with me or your son!” She exclaimed.

Alexander sighed with guilt. She was right. Every little bit of what she said, was correct.

After what seemed like an eternity, Alexander stood up from his chair and walked over to her.

“I know I know. I’m very sorry Eliza but, I just can’t find time right now”. He said with a kiss to her forehead.

“Can’t find time!?” She said with confused and aggravated eyes. “Don’t give me that!” She said, poking his stomach with a smile on her face.

“Dohon’t!” Alexander said with mirth in his eyes. Sure, Laurens, Mulligan and Lafayette had tickled him before. But never Eliza.

Eliza looked up and down at him and finally finished with a smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you can’t find time for me and your son it’s really just impossible don’t you think?” She said with pokes to his sensitive stomach.

“Nohoho nohoho I cahahn fihind tihime fohor yohohou!!” Alexander said smiling and giggling. Eliza heard him, but pretended to ignore him. She just continued to ramble on about how it’s “impossible to be so dedicated to your work”.

“I understand why you’ve been so stressed!! You have a lot on your plate don’t you!” Eliza said, now moving to his ribs, poking each individual one, earning a squeal from Hamilton before bursting out into more giggles.

“I -I’hihihihim sohohorry!!! Whahat cahan ihi dohoHOHOHO!!!” His laughter soon increased due to a sudden squeeze to his thigh. Eliza noticed this and kept squeezing.

“Well, you can start by talking to me more often!” She said, emphasizing her words with a single squeeze.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHRE!!” Hamilton exclaimed. None of his friends have ever found out about this before. It feels like Eliza knows everything. He can never hide anything from her. That’s what he loves about her.

“Well, do you promise to take a break?” Eliza said with a smirk to her face.

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!!!IHIHIHI DOHOHOHO!!” Hamiltons laughter went silent. Only then did Eliza stop the tickling.

“I’m sorry! Did I go too far?” Eliza questioned with concern and worry in her eyes.

“N-nope.” Alexander said standing up. “That was actually exactly what I needed.” He said with a smile from ear to ear. He called Phillip downstairs and they all spent the rest of the day together.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Craving

A/N - Here is a Hamilton prompt from the lovely xivnnmoncheri. I hope you all enjoy the tiny break from the pokemon fics.

Word Count: 848

Alexander had a desire. One that made his skin itch and caused him to flinch at every sound. It wasn't serious, it was quite silly really, though he was fairly embarrassed by it. He hadn't experienced this craving in years, not since John was still alive and he was going to the pub with his friends almost every night, though he would normally blame those cravings on the alcohol. He wasn't drunk today, yet he itched and flinched. 

The front door swung open, causing Alexander to leap from his chair and stare at his wife, his eyes glinting like a feral animal. 

"Dearest?" Eliza paused in the doorway, her brows furrowed, and head gently tilted to the side. She had just gotten back from lunch with Peggy, her eyes still bright from their cheerful afternoon. "Are you alright?"

"Come with me," Alexander said curtly, then walked off down the hall. With pursed lips, Eliza stopped herself from saying anything and silently followed as he led her to their bedroom. Once there, Alexander laid down on the bed and stared right up at his wife. 

"This is a very strange way to ask for sex," Eliza mused, leaning against the wall, having just closed the door. 

"No. No sex," Alexander quickly replied with a shake of his head. "I need...something. I need you to help me."

"With?"

"A thing," Alexander was jittery, though he was having an issue with saying what he wanted. He's never asked this of his wife before. He waved his hand, gesturing to the entirety of his body. 

"You want a massage?" Eliza's voice dripped with confusion, though no irritation. She knew her husband was the eclectic sort. At work, his words were flawless and strong. Around Eliza though, his terms struggled and faltered. She could never tell if it was due to her beauty or if he just always left his brain back in his office. 

"No." 

"Want to take a nap?" 

"No," Alexander's voice lingered as he waved his hand over his body once more, the tips of his fingers wiggling in the slightest. This very small gesture caught Eliza's attention. 

"Do you want this?" Eliza slipped over to the bed and sat down on the edge, a small smile quirking the corner of her lips. 

Remaining silent, Alexander watched her hike her dress up enough so she could crawl over the bed and sit firmly on his thighs. Supporting herself with her hands, Eliza leaned over her husband, staring down at him, hair grazing the edges of his cheeks. She stared into his curious eyes as she slowly shifted her weight. Pulling one of her hands away from the bed, she slowly wiggled it under the hem of his shirt and gently brushed her fingertips across his soft skin. 

Alexander let out a soft, silent chuckle at the touch, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders, squeezing them lovingly, steading her as she slipped her other hand under his shirt to mimic the first. Fingernails began to scratch along his sides, just along the base of ribcage. 

Bubbly giggles erupted from Alexander's lips as the sensitive skin was teased, the sound was a symphony of joy to Eliza's ears. While it was a perfect melody that Eliza could listen to all day, she knew he wanted more. Fingers climbing up his ribs rose the sound of his laugh an octave, a full blown belly laugh now that shook his body. Eliza was nearly bucked off when her gentle fingers worked their way into his armpit.

"Eliza," Alexander grabbed his wife's wrists, but didn't push her away. He kept her there, enjoying the sensation as he laughed a deeper, belly laugh rarely heard by others. 

"Let me go when you want me to stop," Eliza's voice was soft with absolutely no judgement. Her fingers slowed so he could respond with a nod and a tiny peep of a "yes."

They continued for a good half an hour before Alexander had had enough, his lungs having begun to give out. Eliza pet his head, stroking along his hairline so she could curl stray strands of hair around her fingers. Once she was sure her husband would not die the second she got up, she made her way out to fetch him a small glass of water.

"Are you alright?" Eliza asked, handing her husband the drink. 

"Thank you," The water gushed down his sandpaper throat, easing the discomfort. "And yes. I feel much better now, thank you."

"Why didn't you just ask for it out right?" Eliza asked, taking a seat beside her husband, leaning back onto her hands to look at him.

"Embarrassment," Alexander replied quietly with a shrug, pulling his knees into his chest. "It was something John would do, so..."

"I understand," Her dark eyes were as soft as her hand was on his shoulder. "I'll give you what you wish whenever you need it."

Alexander took these words to heart and locked the memory in his brain, adoring Eliza with all his heart. 

[crazy-as-a-jaybird]

ok i just found this three months old page and remembered i wanted to post it 🔫

my brain: quickly, get up and take out ur diary

me: b-but i still want to sleep-

my brain: but it's important

me: nah

my brain: ur gonna forget it if u don't write it down right now

me: i don't care

my brain: right. now. 🔪🔪🔪