A community event for Lams fans centred around historical lams, with prompts across the summer to inspire your creating
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Hello ! Since June will be there soon, we're happy to present the first part of the calendar for Lams Summer as well as the ideas for the whole event.
It will be divided into three phrases (the 3 months of summer).
- In June, each week will have a theme (see calendar & PDF below) with a prompt each day.
- In July, you will have time to catch up on the prompts you missed but you will also be given famous missing Lams letters to create fan works about : how you imagine they were received, written etc... As well as a few events for important dates.
- In August, since it gathers very important Lams events (1st meeting & Laurens's death), every week will be about a part of the Lams timeline (reminiscent of the first week of June, but with more time for you to create!)
You can find below the details for June. We are still in the process of creating and finalising July and August's events, the details for those 2 months will come as soon as possible :)
June Calendar:
And here is the link to the interactive calendar : June interactive Calendar . It contains the detailed prompts for all of June. A new one will be added when we finish creating the prompts for July and August.
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Rules and Etiquette ᝰ.ᐟ
There are no restrictions for the kind of content you may create as long as it adheres to the prompt, is about lams in some way and (we believe this goes without saying but still) is your own work and not AI. Any repost of someone else’s work if necessary for some reason always needs to be credited. AI content is unwanted and not accepted for lams summer even if tagged as such.
Other than that, whether you want to write, draw, edit, animate, you name it, anything goes. No need to be shy either, we’re happy to see any and all lams content here!!
Similarly, any tone and trope is fine. Make it fluffy, make it angsty, make it freaky! Whatever inspires you :) But if it’s NSFW or contains other sensitive content (like excessive violence, major character death etc) please do tag accordingly, so we can all be safe.
Of course you don’t need to fill out all prompts or participate every day. Do as many or as little as you like/can manage. Song Sundays and some empty space in July can be used to catch up but you don’t have to.
This is fandom etiquette anyway, but we only want to see positivity when interacting with each other’s works. Except for the despair that comes with doomed yaoi of course. We can all be insane and miserable.
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Now, have fun creating and let’s all enjoy Lams Summer together <3
It's the 2nd of June in central Europe, which means the 2nd day of Lams summer has arrived for me!! ^^ Here is my little contribution to the prompt "First months together"
A Small Escape
Summary: It's the aftermath of Germantown, where Laurens got a shot to the shoulder. On this particular day, he'd exhausted himself (his arm) enough to cause concern among the other aides, including Hamilton.
Words: ≈ 1.7k
Wish I would've done this idea more justice. I'm thinking of writing another small oneshot/ficlet with this prompt when I have the time, but we'll have to see about that 👀
( @lamssummer2026 forgot to tag help)
The only thing that could overthrow the pain of the never ending pile of correspondence was the one Laurens felt in his shoulder.
It had only been less than a week since he'd originally gotten the bullet wound, and yet he was bound to go back to his duties as early as such, as he deemed those most important. It was not solely his decision, though. He was given leave off of the resting which he had been forced to before, partly because the other aides were in need of more assistance, so no one could properly blame him for it. And, in addition, Laurens finally became an official aide-de-camp of the General, resulting in his want of doing the best of his work – and definitely not slacking it – only growing.
Yet he didn't have nearly enough time to heal, which resulted in his shoulder aching badly after hours of writing and conducting letters. He'd taken short breaks, but none were really sufficient.
The other aides obviously did not ignore that, helping Laurens wherever they could, taking some letters off of his piles whenever they managed to get done with a good part of their own. And while he appreciated that, he was sure that he could manage it on his own.
By the time the pain got nearly unbearable, it was already in the early hours of the night, marking hours of non-stop work.
Laurens cursed under his breath, earning a concerned gaze from Hamilton, not unlike the ones he'd gotten from the man previously. He'd been getting those all day whenever the man wasn't all too engrossed in whatever he was writing. It would've almost been exceedingly sweet if not for it being so continuous, making Laurens feel like he was a sick man on his death bed.
He quickly finished up writing some dispatch, his handwriting suffering in pair with his wound, before he got up and excused himself in a mumble to get a short break.
But before he could leave, Fitzgerald called after him. "Ah, Laurens, could you bring some coffee when you come back? I'm sure most of us are in dire need of a refill."
Everyone left in the office grumbled in agreement, at which Laurens nodded.
"I will be back shortly," he said, trying to go out of the door for the second time, only to get interrupted by Hamilton abruptly standing.
"I shall help. I find myself in need of a short respite also."
Meade snorted from his desk, skeptically regarding Hamilton. "That our dear Hammie freely decides to take a break in the middle of a work day… Truly a rare occurrence."
Hamilton gave the man a glare, though it held no true offense, and strode to Laurens' side.
"I am merely a man who knows his limits," he declared in a proud fashion once he got over his feigned annoyance. "I have no need for prolonged breaks in most daily occurrences, which I am sure of, but even then I am aware of the importance of having one occasionally. I just oftentimes don't see the need for myself. Currently, I do. So, if you truly care for it that much…"
Laurens chuckled, rolling his eyes so that no one – bar Hamilton – could see. 'Oftentimes' was not at all exaggerated, perhaps even much too soft a word, as it was a known recurrence that Hamilton had no taste for "unnecessary" breaks unless ordered so.
Meade was about to say something else, until Fitzgerald intervened. "As much as I am enjoying this, I'd prefer it if I could actually concentrate on this letter, and I'd rather have these two come back with the promised coffee as soon as possible."
Before anyone else even could, Hamilton agreed wholeheartedly – perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm – all but shoving a delighted Laurens out of the office, and closed the door behind them.
As soon as the door shut, Laurens placed a hand onto his shoulder, rubbing at it to ease the pain (which somehow worked, even if just slightly), yet a smirk still didn't fail to reach his face.
"Meade isn't exactly wrong, is he? What has gotten into you?" He jested smugly, raising his brows to get a reaction out of Hamilton.
He only let out a breathy chuckle. Instead, his eyes fixated on Laurens' shoulder, seeming quite distracted by it.
"Are you alright?" Hamilton decided to ask upfront, likely happier to get his answer without any further waiting.
He was doing about as good as you'd expect a person who'd recently gotten shot would, but he was sure that it could've been worse, and he believed his duties mattered more, so he didn't want Hamilton to focus on it far more than he should. "It is simply bothersome, nothing to worry about."
"'Nothing to worry about'!" Hamilton let out an incredulous breath, clearly annoyed at Laurens dismissing his pain, "You keep squirming the moment you have to move your arm more than just along a page, Laurens. I can hardly not do it."
It was no lie, he could not deny that. The pain in his arm had gotten agonizing, and moving it too much made him visibly cringe. And, damn him, he found it sweet that Hamilton worried so. If only he didn't do it just as much.
"I am doing better now. It does hurt sometimes, yes, but it should not concern you as much as it did days ago. I am fine, Alexander." Laurens let out a soft sigh, only saying Hamilton's Christian name after he made sure that there was no one to hear them. It were times like these that he was happy that they worked until most of the house had already gone to sleep.
Hamilton took his hand and squeezed it once, taking advantage of their luck. "Or perhaps it should concern you more. I am aware that you are capable of acting on your own. I am simply just asking you to prioritize your health, instead of taking on even more work as you have."
The tone made it seem like it was more of an order, rather than an ask, and Laurens assumed that he wanted it to be perceived as such.
While he did find it reasonable, he still felt like it was an obligation. The reason he got his higher rank did not satisfy him enough, so he wanted to compensate, or at least show that he was worthy of it, by working as best as his abilities could allow. To him, the shoulder was only an inconvenience.
Laurens squeezed Hamilton's hand back in hopes of reassuring him. "I am taking care not to pain myself too much. I just wish to show my worthiness of the position, that is all."
Hamilton was still skeptical, and maybe even more than he was before. This time, he placed his other hand to Laurens' cheek, searching for more affections, or perhaps to comfort him.
"The General did not give you the position just to take it away from you if you, God forbid, righteously take care of your health. I am sure he'd even encourage you to," he said, pausing for a second. Laurens was about to speak again, but that is when Hamilton spoke up before he could. "Your efficiency will not increase if you do it through discomfort, as aggravating as that might be. I should know."
Hamilton's eyes narrowed, matching the stern tone of his voice. Laurens remained silent, thinking about it.
He would've continued with his stubborn refusions, especially now that what Hamilton was so ardently arguing for was pretty hypocritical, but the pain in his shoulder did not subside, if only even gave him another pang of it.
He tried not to squirm again, failing evidently. Hamilton's gaze grew only more concerned, but, for once, he decided to keep quiet – the only action being him quirking an eyebrow – and wait for Laurens' reply.
"…I suppose you are right," Laurens said finally, resigned.
Eyes finally softening, Hamilton brushed his thumb along Laurens' cheek, stood up on his tiptoes, and pressed a gentle kiss to it soon after. The action made him feel better simply with the tenderness of it.
Hamilton smiled, going backin place. "I know that I am. Be careful, my dear. And, if I do catch you doing that – well, I'm sure that it should not pose an issue to remind you that you've agreed with me prior…" Hamilton smiled softly, though with a little mirth tugging on the corners of his lips.
Laurens rolled his eyes to simulate irritancy, but still smiled in response.
"Aye, you may scold me if I do not take care. Or at least make me aware of my mishaps."
"Oh, trust me, I will," answered Hamilton.
Laurens simply chuckled. His eyes scanned all around them quickly. After that, he placed a kiss to his Hamilton's lips, who tried to kiss back as best as he could in those few seconds. They could not afford to prolonge it anyhow.
Already trying to resume the kiss, Hamilton abruptly stopped himself near Laurens' face, remembering himself and why they went out of the office in the first place.
His face lit up after a moment of silent contemplation, a smirk upon his lips once again.
"Do you suppose our dear friends would take offense to me taking you out on a stroll around the headquarters? I am still not quite so sure on the well-being of your shoulder, and I can only assume so are they," he asked, already pulling Laurens to the main door with no proper answer. There was no hidden meaning behind his inquiry, it seemed that he truly just wanted Laurens to have a longer rest from writing, even if just for some few minutes more.
Laurens could only follow, though he wouldn't say that he minded the proposition, so he did not resist the pull. "I do think that they wouldn't stop you from acquiring my rest, but I am sure that they will not be in best mood at us taking our time to bring them the promised coffee."
"So, we go on that walk?"
"Oh, aye. My wound would not appreciate me picking our friends over it right now."
And though it was not in his best comfort to share his vulnerabilities, as small as they may be, it was his dear Alexander, whom he knew he could share such things with, so his worries ceased as best as they could.
As if he could read his mind, Hamilton pressed his hand twice, as if to reassure him, subsequently tugging him outside into the fresh air with a beautiful, bright chuckle.
Lams summer is here and I'm ready to COOK. Day 1: First meeting short drabble. @lamssummer2026
Description: Laurens reflects on his first day at camp.
Word Count: ~800 words
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens
Warnings: Internalized Homophobia (starting pride strong)
Hamilton is a quieter sleeper than he would have imagined.
He isn't sure what he expected if he’s being honest with himself. Speaking in slumber was a possibility he had unseriously considered and is still watching for signs of now that he is unable to quiet his thoughts for the night. It had been the second thought upon meeting the man he was presently sharing a tent with. He had watched the same man, now spread ungracefully upon the cot, arguing with Washington himself earlier that day. He’d thought then, as his mouth went uncomfortably dry: He seems the type to argue in his sleep.
To his credit, Hamilton does no such thing. He only lets out a quiet snore every now and then, though they are more like sharp inhales. It gives the impression that he is always just on the verge of waking.
The hot summer air also allows less modesty than Laurens would have hoped. Their bare chests are exposed; the slight sheen of sweat reflects the dying candlelight. He tries not to stare. Hamilton had been the first to strip himself bare, and Laurens followed soon after, unable to pretend he was above the heat when his would-be superior was not. They’d both kept their breeches on.
“I am accustomed to sleeping exposed.” Hamilton had said, tossing his sweaty garments across the room. Amusement seeped into his words. “You are in your right to complain about my state of dress if you so desire.”
Laurens had suppressed a grimace. “I have no complaints.”
Hamilton untied his hair, curls just grazing his bare shoulders. His blasted eyes caught the movement. Hamilton smirked, an ugly pretty thing. “I’m sure.”
He’d removed his own shirt out of spite then, but it took no genius to understand he’d already been exposed.
Laurens thumbs the page of his sketchbook.
Any chance he had of sleep had been dashed the moment he’d entered this camp. The excitement in his chest had settled and hardened, leaving only the weight of his felled expectations. He knew this position was the farthest from the heart of the war, an honorable responsibility at best and a desk-job at worst. This position was so far removed from what he’d intended, but it was this or nothing at all. He could accept that. He would have, at least.
Hamilton inhales sharply.
Laurens waits, anticipating his awakening. It never comes, and Hamilton exhales into the open air. His lips are parted, ever so lightly, lashes fluttering.
Laurens dips his pen into the inkwell. Next to the woodpecker and right below the wild bergamont, he begins to sketch a face. The ink bleeds into the fiber of the page, a sharp contrast to the dark, charcoal lines of his previous work. He keeps his attention split between the subject and his own quickening lines.
If his second thought, the quiet amusement at Hamilton’s expense, had been all, he would be in bed at this moment. However, it was his first involuntary response that was the source of his late-night troubles. The thought that Hamilton would be fit to model. The thought of sketching his downturned eyes, his bumped nose and slight figure, and making a masterpiece of him. The thought of knowing what was behind that attractive face, seeing the best and worst of him, most of all.
Perhaps it showed on his face. Hamilton had turned to him and paused for so long, the stillest Laurens had ever seen. He’d looked at him from top to bottom, eyes narrowing on his face. A quirk of the lips—a frown? a smile?— was all he gave. It was uncomfortable. Invasive, even. Laurens felt a thrill crawl up his spine nonetheless.
It was the thrill of simply knowing. He knew next to nothing about Hamilton at that moment, but that one look exposed a trove of fundamental truths. Deficiencies as well. Flaws that marked them both. Flaws that had been his burden to carry since as long as he could remember. Hamilton knew. Laurens knew. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying. All it took was one movement of those pretty lips.
Laurens pauses his strokes. The handsome face on the page stares back at him, despite its eyes being permanently closed. It lacks a mouth, voiceless. He swallows.
at 23:58 i finally finished the prompt for today :))
(wrote this for @lamssummer2026 !!)
First day: First meeting
“Have y’all heard? A new aide-of-camp is arriving here today!” Meade was excited. He was always happy to meet new people, and if that meant that they would have a little help there at Valley Forge, it was even greater.
“Yes, we do know. We’ve been talking about it for the last month. Where have you been?” the redhead didn’t mean to sound angry. He was just… tired. In the last months Washington was stressing him more than before. The colonies were starting an alliance with France and Hamilton was one of the few men that knew French there. They had told him that the new man knew French. Maybe his work load would decrease.
“If I recall correctly, he is Henry Laurens’ son. Treat him with respect.” said Tilghman.
Right after he said that, they all saw a blonde man coming towards them on a golden horse. He got off the horse and did a bow.
“Good morning to all. I’m-“
“Henry Laurens’ son, right?” Meade gave his hand.
“No. I mean, yes. But my name’s John Laurens.”
Hamilton was silently watching them. He really liked Laurens’ shade of blonde.
“Thanks for coming here. We always need more help here at Valley Forge. Plus, I heard that you know French. Is that right?” Hamilton said.
“How could I ever refuse to come here? This is where all happens. And the fact that I’m here will be really helpful to my father’s career. And yes, i do know French. Do you?”
“Oui. I’m very glad you’re here. We always have a lot of letters to translate. And only few of us here know French.”
“Thanks. The feeling is mutual.”
“Now, will you allow me to introduce you to your room?”
“Of course. Thanks.”
Their eyes met. Hamilton’s purple was pouring into Laurens’ ocean blue. Laurens moved his gaze away. Hamilton did the same.
Once they sat on new Laurens’ bed, Hamilton asked a question.
“So. Henry Laurens’ son, huh? How is it? I mean, being the son of one of the most popular men of the moment.”
Laurens tried to look at him. He couldn’t. He continued to look at the wall in front of him. He didn’t want to answer that question. Why would he? Henry Laurens’ son, doing whatever a man younger than himself that he had just met wanted? No. No, he said to himself. This was how his dad thought. He didn’t want to be like him. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He promised that to himself in his room, laid on his bed, that night of many years ago, with tears rolling down his face. He wouldn’t hurt people and repeat his father’s mistakes. He started to talk.
“I don’t know. It is. Just that. I know my life is different from the other’s. But I don’t know how else it could be. My life has always been like this.”
He looked at his left, where Hamilton was.
“I’m not like my father. I despise almost everything he does. I know he’s doing the right things for the revolution. But I just can’t get myself to like him. I’m sorry. Not after how he treats me and my siblings and how he used to treat my mother.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. Why would you be? It doesn’t matter if he’s important for the revolution and that he’s your father. You have all the rights to don’t like him.”
“Sometimes it’s still hard.”
“I know. But, for now, let’s go back from the others, mh?”
Hamilton got up and took Laurens’ hand to do the same with him. They smiled at each other. That was just the beginning.
don’t like it that much but well whatever
ao3 link:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
How historically accurate the first week of lams summer should be? Could we take the prompts and execute them in different AUs? 🤔
Hello!
You don't have to be entirely historically accurate but we do recommend keeping to the historical timeline for the first week. Other days and prompts down the line have more freedom for AU's or divergences though! So if the 'canonical' historical timeline isn't your thing there's plenty of other chances to get more creative :)
That’s when Laurens was struck by an odd sensation. Hamilton’s voice distorted, the shape of each word as empty of sound as though uttered underwater. He closed his eyes as a fresh wave of dizziness closed over him. The corners of Laurens’ vision darkened; the deep echo of the oceanbed resounded in his ears…
Almost two years of separation, two months of silence and one night that changes everything.
Genre: Historical Lams / Gothic Horror / Magical Realism
Chapters: 2/4
Read now on AO3 (link in reblog)
I’m currently writing this for #LamsSummer! @lamssummer2026
(First meeting after the separation). If you’d like to be added to the tag list for future chapter updates, please drop an ask or reply to this post.
Tag list: @ph1leevetomorrow
Quick reminder, lams community! Lams Summer 2026 starts tomorrow, June 1st! The first week being lams eras week, tomorrow’s prompt is their first meeting. See our pinned post for all other June prompts and details.
We’re looking forward to any and all contributions and hope you’ll all have lots of fun as well!
If you want us to reblog your creation (that’s posted on tumblr) @ us on the post and one of us will as soon as possible:)
(We’re all human though unfortunately and currently can’t really estimate how much content we’ll get so if we do miss something, don’t hate us. Maybe just send us Gaymail about it.)
You’re free to make content about musical lams too and use the tag for lams summer if you also tag that it’s musical lams, so people who are uninterested in musical content can filter that out.
Because the event was intended mainly for historical lams, we will not be reblogging musical lams content on this blog though.
We will reblog historical lams on here but only if tagged (@).
So yeah, the musical lams people can absolutely join in on the fun, but make yourselves known.
Hello ! Since June will be there soon, we're happy to present the first part of the calendar for Lams Summer as well as the ideas for the whole event.
It will be divided into three phrases (the 3 months of summer).
In June, each week will have a theme (see calendar & PDF below) with a prompt each day.
In July, you will have time to catch up on the prompts you missed but you will also be given famous missing Lams letters to create fan works about : how you imagine they were received, written etc... As well as a few events for important dates.
In August, since it gathers very important Lams events (1st meeting & Laurens's death), every week will be about a part of the Lams timeline (reminiscent of the first week of June, but with more time for you to create!)
You can find below the details for June. We are still in the process of creating and finalising July and August's events, the details for those 2 months will come as soon as possible :)
Lams Summer June 2026 (2).pdf -> you will find here the details of every prompt in June :). We recommend opening this on PC as the calendar will be interactive but it also works on the phone.
There are no restrictions for the kind of content you may create as long as it adheres to the prompt, is about lams in some way and (we believe this goes without saying but still) is your own work and not AI. Any repost of someone else’s work if necessary for some reason always needs to be credited. AI content is unwanted and not accepted for lams summer even if tagged as such.
Other than that, whether you want to write, draw, edit, animate, you name it, anything goes. No need to be shy either, we’re happy to see any and all lams content here!!
Similarly, any tone and trope is fine. Make it fluffy, make it angsty, make it freaky! Whatever inspires you :) But if it’s NSFW or contains other sensitive content (like excessive violence, major character death etc) please do tag accordingly, so we can all be safe.
Of course you don’t need to fill out all prompts or participate every day. Do as many or as little as you like/can manage. Song Sundays and some empty space in July can be used to catch up but you don’t have to.
This is fandom etiquette anyway, but we only want to see positivity when interacting with each other’s works. Except for the despair that comes with doomed yaoi of course. We can all be insane and miserable.
If you want to, tag your work #lams summer 2026
Now, have fun creating and let’s all enjoy Lams Summer together <3
Hello ! Since June will be there soon, we're happy to present the first part of the calendar for Lams Summer as well as the ideas for the whole event.
It will be divided into three phrases (the 3 months of summer).
In June, each week will have a theme (see calendar & PDF below) with a prompt each day.
In July, you will have time to catch up on the prompts you missed but you will also be given famous missing Lams letters to create fan works about : how you imagine they were received, written etc... As well as a few events for important dates.
In August, since it gathers very important Lams events (1st meeting & Laurens's death), every week will be about a part of the Lams timeline (reminiscent of the first week of June, but with more time for you to create!)
You can find below the details for June. We are still in the process of creating and finalising July and August's events, the details for those 2 months will come as soon as possible :)
Lams Summer June 2026 (2).pdf -> you will find here the details of every prompt in June :). We recommend opening this on PC as the calendar will be interactive but it also works on the phone.
