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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The thought of telling anyone his monster’s name - of that incredible intimacy, that pang of truth, the knowledge that another human being knows the name of your soul - it’s horrible to contemplate. It’s like standing at the edge of a precipice and deciding to jump.

People, as a rule, tend not to jump.

This is really super painful and absolutely worth it. Daemon au. Lams and then kinda-Hamburr. Character death!!!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Alexander leans into him, whimpers, tips his head back and Gil counts seven hickeys on his throat, seven, and he blinks away the strange jolting shock of knowing it was Thomas who put them there, who sucked and bit and worried at the skin until it bloomed dark reds and purples."

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The One Where alexander and thomas inch their way slowly towards one another whilst all their friends watch in a mixture of horror and amusement, otherwise known as: Five Times people were kind of surprised and One Time someone was not

So! Well! Written! All the little details from the different chapter POVs are interwoven so well, it’s amazing.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Dear Theodosia,

The waters are treacherous and I may die before these words reach you.

You cross that out.

With Burr's term as vice-president over, Burr gets on a ship and heads for London. No one's going to die this time, probably.

Bittersweet without the sweet. Lovely Burr characterization, and a great golden apple reference.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

As they gathered up their bags, Alex and Laf continued to razz each other. John followed, pulled along gently by their banter, buoyed by the simple thought: he was wanted.

Gay trio smut after the gym, with John in the middle.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Eliza stared at him intently, leaning in to press their foreheads together.

"Put up," she said slowly, a core of steel running through her words, "or shut up."

Behind her, Angelica started snickering into her cupped hands.

"What?" Alexander blinked, frowning.

"You need to sleep with Tom," Eliza explained patiently. "The unresolved sexual tension was funny at first but now it's cutting into my study time." She narrowed her eyes and added darkly, "I can't have that."

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(Or, five times Alexander's friends tell him to have sex with Thomas and one time he might or might not actually do it, depending on how reliable a news source you find Twitter to be.)

Fantastic. Background elams with a polyamory thing going on. This fic is absolutely hilarious and I love everyone in it.

[hamfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“While you’re railing against the bourgeois, I’m gonna be getting railed by the bourgeois.”

and that's it. that's the whole thing. it's literally just alex getting railed by the most prominent member of the ruling class. um. so, you know. enjoy it.

There’s background elams here but the Ham/George3 sex is hot and hilarious.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Once upon a time ago, Aaron Burr was a promising ballet dancer, until an accident promises he’ll never dance professionally again.

Enter, Alexander Hamilton – the loud, aggravating, mess of a man who has two weeks to learn how to dance before his wedding.

A Modern Dance AU.

AHHHHH the miscommunication. So good and so painful. Also nice to see a well-written physically disabled Burr.

[hamfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After the Battle of the Clouds - an attempted battle that was aborted by a giant rainstorm, a few days after Brandywine and a few days before Hamilton went off on the mill-burning mission on which he was erroneously reported dead - Hamilton spent the still-stormy night lying in the corner of George Washington's room, looking, according to a visitor to HQ, "so like a cat."

So I had to write a fic about it, of course.

Nice Ham and Wash interaction. Sweet and actually in character.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Alexander smiles brilliantly. “You know,” he says, “that we’ll never be fully free of ghosts.” “Of course,” he says. “After all, we may live forever, and who knows how many we’ll accumulate then.”

Actually historical rpf. Very, very good reincarnation fic. Like, so good. Incomplete but the first chapter stands by itself very well.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thomas comes over about once a week. It never turns domestic, although part of Alexander wants it to; Thomas kisses him breathless, Thomas fucks him until he can’t think, and Thomas leaves him afterwards.

"Why do you want me?" Alexander asks, one time when they've both finished but before Thomas leaves.

Thomas smiles, a little soft. "Oh, Alexander," he says. "You've got so much life in you."

Haven’t seen an incubus au before but here it is! Dubcon by virtue of being about an incubus. Character death.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Weeks ago, Aaron had come into the room while he was frantically pacing. He had taken one look at him, shook his head and left. But he returned about an hour later, a cup of tea in one hand and an organza bag in the other. He passed Alexander the tea, but kept the bag; Alexander pretend not to notice him slipping it into his coat pocket."

It takes Alexander a long time to realise that perhaps his roommate, Aaron Burr, wasn't exactly normal.

Witch!Aaron makes this worth reading on its own, but it’s also lovely writing and lots of interesting details.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

John Laurens is one of the few gifted with the Sight, the ability to see the Red String of Fate attached to every living human. And his best friend, Alexander Hamilton, wants nothing to do with the concept of predestination.

Soulmate!AU

Super sad. Fantastic.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thomas buys Alexander expensive, pretty panties.

When Thomas beckons him again with his wiggling fingertips, Alex looks skyward and pushes the door open all the way. He’s biting his lip and his hands twitch awkwardly at his sides before he brings his arms up to fold against his chest. Thomas lets out a quiet, impressed sound, eyebrows arching.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “Pink is definitely your color.”

They really are very pretty panties.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Alexander recoils, staring at Thomas in utter bewilderment. "Are you... are you seriously suggesting that jerking me off in a cinema is a good idea?"

Thomas simply smiles.

"Absolutely."

Fun with public sex.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Down on his luck and neck-deep in a bottle, Aaron Burr answers a Want Ad for a caretaker.

He's expecting children and a dog, not Alexander Hamilton - possibly the only person in New York City in an even bigger spiral than he is. Aaron doesn’t move, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He watches Hamilton take a deep breath, his shoulders squaring. “It’s what the ad said. I need a caretaker. Just not for the kids. It’s me. I need you for me.”

“You.”

Contractual BDSM. Both Ham and Burr have shit going on so lots of feelings. Lovely scenes. Incomplete.

[hamfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Alexander Hamilton is Aaron Burr's new neighbor, and things only escalate from there.

A loooong Hamburr fic. So good. The feelings. The pining.  

[hamfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Washington intends to end the day on a quiet drink. Then he meets some guy called Hamilton, who has different, louder ideas.

(aka Hamilton is mouthy and gets rammed.)

^What they said.