#hamwash

[lifesofckup]

I want more Whamilton fic😮‍💨

[merlypops]

MODERN HAMILTON SOCIAL MEDIA AU 1/? Here we have George Washington's instagram (with bonus Alexander Hamilton). (They're boyfriends.)

[temraris]

hamwash request for @drawntoliberty 😳

[alienonthis3arth]

hmmmm something’s a little off here 🤔😂

[magggotsoup]

their height difference..

[that-gal-kay]

This fic... it got out of hand. Silly me thinking this was going to be 500 or so words. 

FebuWhump #15: “Run. Don’t look back.”

I have a number of fics that kind of imply Whamilton, but this one definitely is. Nothing explicit because I don’t have that level of confidence in my writing.

If you’d like to read Trouble in the Air, it’s here! A short teaser is below.

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The grip on his wrist abruptly tightens. Alexander clenches his teeth to hold back a yelp. Any tighter and it would be truly painful. He flexes his fingers once, focuses back on Washington. Those dark eyes are focused on him so intently. Alexander has never felt so watched by the General. Briefly he feels something akin to a lone deer hunted by a wolf. He tests Washington’s hold, pulling to free his hand, but there's no slack.

"Oh, my boy. I am not concerned about the enemy."

"Sir?"

Some strange sound comes from Washington, an odd rumbling in his throat like a growl. Alexander thinks of the wolf again. A beat later he's let go- the General turns away, curling in on himself against a nearby tree.

"Go. Get out of here."

There is something to Washington’s tone that tells Alexander he should obey, but he is stubborn. He stays put. “I said I won’t leave you alone.”

The General doesn’t answer. A pang of worry and… something else, trickles down Alexander’s spine. Washington seems vulnerable- something he never shows, even to him. Then comes a soft sound, a barely concealed groan.

[wham1lton]

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[ninebluehearts]

Are you sure?

Alexander Hamilton woke up early Sunday morning to his fiancé, George, trying his best to quietly get out of bed. Alexander knew that it was bad luck to see each other on their wedding day, but he wanted to cuddle for just a few more minutes. "Where are you going?" He asked as he sat up on his elbows, keeping his eyes closed so he didn't break the tradition.

George froze, hoping that if he stood still long enough, Alex would fall back asleep.

"Babe?" Alexander asked in a more frustrated tone as he sat up all of the way.

George sighed in defeat. "Good morning, my dear. How did you sleep?" He sat back down on the bed, pulling Alexander onto his lap.

Alexander groaned, burying his face against George's neck.

"That bad, huh?" George asked as he rubbed small circles onto Alex's back.

Alexander shrugged. "It doesn't matter now. Can you stay and cuddle for a little while longer? Please?" He looked up at George, giving him puppy dog eyes.

George quickly covered Alexander's face with a pillow. "You're breaking the tradition! And I can't, Dear. We both have to get ready for today."

Alexander sighed. "Fine, fine." He pulled the pillow off of his face and wrapped his arms around George's neck, pulling him into a kiss.

George kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Alexander's waist and holding him close. After a slight struggle, George was able to pry Alexander off of himself so he could go get ready.

Once George left the room, Alexander flopped back on their bed, running his thumb over his lips. "Just a few more hours.. I can do this.. Right?" He rolled over and groaned into his pillow. After he scrolled through his phone for a few minutes, he managed to drag himself out of bed and into the bathroom. During the next couple of hours, Alexander was able to get dressed in his dark green suit, tie his black bowtie, and tie his hair up into a bun. Once he finished, he headed out to the car, where Lafayette, Hercules, and John were waiting for him.

Alexander was pretty quiet for most of the car ride. He kept worrying about how things were going to work out. "What if he changes his mind? What if he leaves me at the altar? What if he leaves me and marries Martha instead?" He thought to himself. Alexander's mind was a sea of endless possibilities that he seemed to be drowning in. He finally snapped out of it when they pulled up to the church. He didn't want to get married in a church, but George insisted on following another 'tradition.'

Once the actual ceremony began, Alexander couldn't breathe. After all those weeks of planning, rehearsal dinners, and trying to mentally prepare himself for this moment, he should be able to do this. He shook his head and took a deep breath. "We're doing this." He thought to himself as he made his way down the aisle.

When he finally got to the altar, George held out his hand for Alexander's.

Alexander took George's hand and gently squeezed it. "Are you sure about this..?" He whispered nervously.

George brought Alexander's hand to his lips, gently kissing his knuckles. "One hundred percent." He said with a reassuring smile.

After they said their vows and 'I do's,' Alexander grabbed George by the shirt and pulled him into a slightly heated kiss, putting an end to any doubts he had before.

Hey guys! Let me know if I should write about their honeymoon, too!