#hamilton x laurens

[inkwell-illustrations]

Hamilton: *on the phone with Laurens* babe, i’m breaking up- Laurens: I'm pregnant Hamilton: I meant the call Laurens: right, sorry. I panicked

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Hamilton

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Source: AO3

[vmpirevnom]

Alexander: I have… feelings for you…

Laurens: I… have feelings for you-

Historians: the feeling was friendship! 😁

[nyxofthenight11]

✨The homomisters✨

(Not mine. I found this on Pinterest)

[sunleaffe]

young revolutionaries in love 💞

[lunyangetthepower]

tomorrow there'll be more of ussssss<3

[liv45no]

Thomas: welcome everyone to the “Fuck Alexander” Group where we gather to say a collective ‘Fuck you’ to that stupid little bitch-

Thomas: but first, a few words from our newest member.

John, sweating: so I may have misunderstood-

[verilyproductions]

River

A Lams inspired poem

To speak to you is to the understand the flow of a river

It does not overthink, it does not hesitate, it simply flows

Others may grow jealous but I will never cease to crave the wonders of wandering in the waters

Swept along by the currents

All else seems sickening slow compared to you

Even now

To write this

I long for the river

[1t-wasnt-m3]

I rewatched Hamilton this week and I didn’t realize that almost every time John Lawerence and Alexander interact they just grab each others hand, pull each other close, and gaze lovingly and each other for a good few seconds

[cozycofics]

[LINK EXPIRED!! PLEASE CHECK REBLOG FOR FRESH ONE] For anyone interested I made a Hamilton centered discord!! An easily accessible community sounds like a good time!

[inkwell-illustrations]

Burr: Alex where's that file I told you to get?   Hamilton: John used to call me Alex… Jefferson: Ya cause that's your fucking name idiot.

[classycomicsblackstorieswolf]

heyyy~~

Could you do hamilton x laurens angst??

Thank you!! Hope your day is going well

Yes!!!!! I love Hamilton x Laurens and angst is even better. Sorry it took so long though

The Story Of Tonight

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The wax dripped slowly onto the desk of one of Americas' most important men, Alexander Hamilton. The candle on his side dimly illuminated his slouched figure. He gripped his long, lean fingers on the soft but stiff quill as he dipped it into the blackness of the murky ink. He sighed. It would be another long night for him.

He was so caught up in his thoughts, like being caught in a hurricane, that he didn't even care to acknowledge the creaking of the floor or the hinges creaking on the door until he saw the shadow of a looming figure out of the corner of his eye.

A voice accompanied the figure, "Alexander," the figure spoke softly, "there's a letter for you from South Carolina." Out of the shadows and into the light came Eliza Hamilton, holding a worn letter, dotted with stains.

Alexander hummed, eyes glued to his work, "It's from Laurens, i'll read it later." Eliza shook her head, "Alexander, it's from his father." Alexander froze. "His father?" He turned around. Eliza nodded.

Alexander cleared his throat, "Will you read it for me?" He held out a letter opener. Eliza smiled softly at him, "Of course." She grasped onto the letter opener as if it were a lifeboat, ensuring that she wouldn't get swept up in the waves that was her emotions.

She cleared her throat,"On Tuesday the 27th, my son was killed in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know, John dreamed of emancipating and recruiting 3,000 men for the first all-black military regiment. His dream of freedom for these men dies with him" She sighed.

Alexander felt like the world stopped and stared at him, as if the realm of the gods were counting up their bets and yelling what his reaction would be. He felt like drowning. Like he... like he was in a hurricane.

He looked up. Yet Alexander did not lay his eyes on his beloved, but a stranger. He moved his attention to the world around him and the sight made his stomach churn. The trees whipped around in the harsh, damp wind as yelling and cries were deafened by structures falling and howls of the wind. People ran, soaked to the skin in the cries of the heavens. Water ran through the fallen homes and shops as it soaked into a thick, dark red substance.

He felt his throat close and his lungs contract as he struggled for air. He felt his lips get coated with the metallic taste of blood. He felt like all was lost, like life itself ended here, lik-

"Alexander." The sweet melodic voice pulled him back to the present moment. The voice of his love. "Yes?". He couldn't look at her, for he feared he would break down on the spot.

"Are you alright?" She placed her delicate hand, as soft as a cloud, tentatively on his shoulder. How could he respond?

"I just have so much work to do." His voice cracked and shuttered as he said it, tears threatening to spill. He swallowed his pain, got up, and exited his study. He quietly sobbed down the hallway.

"Raise a glass to freedom." The words he loved the most. Words by the man he loved the most, John Laurens.

[vmpirevnom]

John: -pulls curtain back while Alexander is in the shower-

John: are we- stop screaming it’s just me- are we out of Hot Cheetos?

Inspired by: this post :D

[diamondbreakingboi]

i remember this one time when i was on a trip with my debate club in high school. this was around the time Hamilton came out. long story short, one of my classmates wrote smutty Hamilton fanfiction during one of the debates while waiting for her turn

[i-eat-lip-gloss]

i will never shut up about them