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HUHAHAHUAHUHAHHUAAAAAA
Hi
*shoves in a paper with Hamilton ask*
Lee!Alexander & Ler!Angelica or Ler!Peggy???
:3 dissappears into political abyss
oh em gee this has been in here forever😩 (oops very short)
Aaron Bu...Oh boy
Hello lovelies! This is the first part of my ‘Alternate ending to Hamilton songs’ series. Hope you enjoy!
Fandom: Hamilton
Ship: Hamburr
The guy was cuter than he’d expected. Okay, that might be a bit of an understatement. The guy was more devilishly handsome and adorable than he’d expected. There, thats a better description.
The guy was shorter than Alexander, and had a little round face with large eyes and lips. He wore a simple outfit; a dark purple coat, a white shirt and high-risen pants. And he was muttering something under his breath, just standing there motionless, as if waiting for something. Alexander was not too familiar with such a stance, he never waited, not for a thing. He was far too active and productive to wait. I mean, what was the point? Why wait when he could act?
He approached the man, first checking that he had the right guy.
“Pardon me-”
The man turned around with an intrigued look on his face. Alexander’s heart beat sped up, and he felt his palms getting sweaty. He had never seen a cuter man in his life.
“Are you Aaron Burr, sir?”
Burr chuckled: “That depends, who’s asking?”
Ah, so he had a sense of humour to. And the most cheeky adorable gorgeous smile imaginable. Great.
“Oh sure sir, I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service sir. I have been looking for you”.
Crap, perhaps that last comment sounded creepy. Jeez, it was hard enough for him to have discussions like this in the first place, but the fact that the man was cute made it ten times harder.
But Burr just kept smiling. Oh, that smile. “I’m getting nervous”.
“Sir!”, Alexander interrupted, “I heard your name at Princeton, I was seeking an accelerated course of-”
“Sorry, what was that? Please slow down”, Burr said, a trace of nerves in his eyes too.
Slow, how slow? Slow-motion snail-slow? If he made that joke, would Burr laugh? Well, here goes...
“I heaaaaarrrdd yooooouuurrr naaaaaammmmeee”
Burr chuckled. Again. That chuckle.
“Haha, very funny”
“Your not easily amused I see”, Alexander joked.
“I am amused, but only mildly”, Burr stated, “Continue”.
“Well, uh, I, uh, heard your name at Princeton”
“Are you okay?”, Burr asked tentatively, stepping closer to Alexander. He could see all of Burr’s features more clearly now, like his scruffy eyebrows, and he felt like he could melt. Was the sweat running down his forehead showing?
“Yeah”, Alex responded, “I’m fine, your just a bit hot. Crap! I mean, it’s just a bit hot”.
Kiss.
Peck. Smooch. Emotion-backed. Right in the centre of Alexander’s cheek.
Burr’s lips may have been big, but they were delicate against his rough skin.
Burr smiled brightly as he departed, “I think your hot to, Hamilton”.
Alexander blushed, if he wasn’t blushing before, he was now, “What was that for?”
“I’m very good at reading social cues”, Burr said with a shrug, “I knew you had a crush on me from the moment you looked at me. In fact, I think anyone would’ve known”.
Alexander shook his head, how?
Burr could see the man’s confusion, and found it quite cute. The man was quite cute in general. He had a soothing voice and a shaky posture, and the most beautiful eyes Burr had ever seen.
Alexander kissed his lips, and he returned the kiss. The sun shone bright in the sky. Both Burr and Alex believed in miracles at this point.
When they departed from their second intimate action, Burr let Alexander know everything in his mind. Alex responded with everything in his mind. They stared at each other for a few seconds.
“Do you, uh, consider this a long term relationship?”, Alexander asked.
“I sure hope so Hamilton!”, Burr remarked, “I wouldn’t have kissed you unless I saw definite potential!”
“You-you can call me Alex”, Alexander stuttered, wondering how on Earth Burr was keeping so calm in this situation.
Burr tilted his head a bit, “How about Hammy?”.
Alexander chuckled, “Sure”.
”Okay than, Hammy”, Burr said, leaning forward to lightly kiss Hammy’s neck.
Hamilton giggled and jumped back, “Be careful Burr! I’m ti-”
He stoped when he saw the spark in Burr’s eyes.
“Your what, Hammy?”, Burr asked inquisitively, his eyes glistening.
Hamilton shook his head, “Uh, nothing”.
Burr smiled, “Did you know, Hammy, that I have a catch phrase?”.
Hamilton raised his brows, wondering where Burr was going with this. “Um, no. What is it?”.
Burr took a step closer to Ham, “Talk less”
Hamilton tilted his head in confusion, “Okay?”
Burr smiled brighter and got up on his tiptoes, and whispered faintly in Hamilton’s ear: “Smile more”.
With that, he dug his fingers into Hamilton’s side. Hamilton burst out laughing, the biggest smile on his face.
“Wow!”, Burr said, “You were right, you ARE ticklish. But no, not just ticklish. I’d say, very ticklish”.
Hamilton somehow managed to squirm out of Burr’s grip, “Not fuhunny!”
Burr just grinned smugly at him, “I’ll give you ten seconds to run”
Ten seconds? That was far too generous. There would be no way Burr would catch up if Hamilton even had a five second head start, but ten seconds, jeez! Wondering what on Earth the adorable munchkin was planning, he ran.
Somehow, a civilised greeting had turned into this. A game of chase. Although, Hamilton definitely didn’t mind. He felt careless and free as he ran, wind gushing though his hair.
And after about fifteen seconds of running, he felt an unfamiliar long arm wrap around his torso. The arm tackled him gently onto the grassy ground. When he looked up, a freckled boy with bushy hair, who looked about his age, was staring down at him.
“John Laurens”, he said with a grin, “Pleasure to meet you”.
“Wha-?”
He saw three other men run behind him. One had a muscly figure and a strong expression, one was skinny and had curly hair tied up in a bun, and the third was Aaron Burr.
“Maquis de’Lafayette”, the skinny man said in a thick French accent, “But just call me Lafayette”
“I’m Herc”, said the muscly one, “We’re all friends of Burr’s”.
“So”, Laurens said, turning to Burr, “Why have we tackled him anyway?”
Burr smirked, “Oh, I think he knows”. Burr crouched down beside Hamilton, the cheekiest look on his face. “Hammy, why do you think Iv’e ordered these men to tackle you, huh?”
Hamilton gulped, and his cheeks went pink, “I, uh, I don’t know Burr”
“You honestly have no idea?” Burr asked in a slightly teasing tone.
“Nup”, Hamilton confirmed, “No idea”.
Burr grinned, “Liar”.
He dug his finger into Hamilton’s ribs. Hamilton instantly tossed his head back, and began laughing.
Mulligan, realising what was going on, leaned down to pin Hamilton’s arms above his head. The other two men just watched in amusement and delight.
“No-Heheheheherc!”, Hamilton cried, attempting to kick his legs out but failing as Herc held them down.
Burr wiggled his fingers under Hamilton’s arms. His laughter ticked up a pitch, “Nohohoho!”
“Your so cute Hammy”, Burr teased, seeing how flustered it made his new boyfriend, “Uh tickle tickle tickle. Uh tickle tickle tickle”
Hamilton was so red with flusteredness and laughter, but Burr knew that the man was fine. In fact....
“You know what I think, Hammy?”, Burr asked as he went down to squeeze Hamilton’s knee.
“Ohohoh shihihiht nohohot thahahaht!”
Burr gasped and put a hand to his heart, “Language!” He squeezed tighter and spidered his right hand fingers around the upper leg. Hamilton lost it, an ear to ear grin plastered on his face.
“Well, as I said earlier, I am very good at picking up small social details”, Burr stated, as if there wasn’t a squirmy, giggly mess below him, “And I have noticed that you, Hamilton, correct me if I’m wrong, are actually enjoying this”.
If Hamilton wasn’t red before, he certainly was now. And Burr’s words only heightened the ticklish feeling.
“Nohohoho I dohohohn’t!”
Burr lifted his hands up, looking down and observing the mess below him. He gestured for Herc to get up, and he leaned down to plant a light kiss on Hamilton’s forehead.
“Oh, don’t be so sappy Burr!”, Laurens whined with a chuckle, “Hamilton, if you want to get him back, his worst spot is his neck”.
Burr swung his head around instantly, “What?! Laurens, why you little-”
Burr was interrupted by his own short giggle as Hamilton leaned up and lightly tickled his neck. Burr looked down at Hamilton in horror.
“Oh my dog Burr, that was so cute!”, he stated with the biggest shine in his eyes.
Burr jumped off Hamilton instantly, making a run for it. Hamilton stood up and laughed with the other three.
“Perhaps this would be a better time for me to get further aquatinted with you”, Hamilton said. Lafayette just chuckled, “I’m from France, happy now?” “No time!” Laurens cried, “Burr is getting away!” And with that, the four men set out on there first adventure together, there common goal: finding Burr and tickling him to pieces.
Save The Queen
Ok, so I said I’d post this later but I just couldn’t resist!
Prompted by @randomtickleewriterstudent
Summary: Burr helps Hamilton play his chess game, in a very unexpected way...
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon in Manhattan, New York.
Alexander Hamilton stood outside President George Washington’s office, a stack of papers in hand. He knocked on the thin door twice, causing the room to rumble softly.
“Come in”, came the voice of George Washington. Hamilton obeyed, stepping inside to find Washington with a quill in his hand, writing some sort of letter.
“I have the papers”, Alexander said, making the other man look up. Washington smiled softly at the sight of one of his hardest and most loyal workers.
“Thank you Hamilton”, he said, “Put them on my desk”.
Hamilton nodded and walked by Washington’s desk, placing the papers down. As he did so, he accidentally knocked over Washington’s jar of ink, causing ink to spill all over the letter Washington was writing, ruining it.
Hamilton gasped: “I’m so sorry!”.
Washington just shook his head and looked up at him, “Don’t be, son. We all make mistakes”.
Yet Hamilton could tell that Washington was a little irritated.
“I could, erm, rewrite that letter for you if you want”, Hamilton offered.
“That would be nice”, Washington responded.
And so Hamilton sat at the presidents desk, writing out on a new sheet of parchment the words that came out of Washington’s mouth.
Once he was done, he dropped the quill, his hands a little red from witting so fast. Of course, Hamilton was used to this, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Washington noticed Hamilton’s red hand.
“Sorry, did I go to fast?”.
“No”, Hamilton responded.
George Washington thought for a moment. “You seem worked out Hamilton, would you like to take a break with me?”.
Hamilton’s face lit up, “I would love to, sir”.
Hamilton really was feeling worked out, from both the essays he placed on the president’s desk and the letter that he just wrote for him. He didn’t often take breaks, but he couldn’t say no to the president of the United States. And it was fun spending time with Washington, he was a smart man and had lots of insights to give, in one game in particular...
“Chess!” both men said at once.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and than burst out laughing. Washington was a very good chess player, and liked giving Hamilton new techniques and strategies to follow. Of course, for every time he played Washington, the better he got himself.
They both walked over to Washington’s couch’s and set up the board on his coffee table, each man on either side of it. They didn’t even have to ask each other about what colour to play; Washington always played as black and Hamilton always played as white.
“Would you like me to give you tips as we play?”, Washington asked.
“No”, Hamilton replied, “I’m feeling competitive today”.
Just than, there was another knock at the door, making the room quietly rumble.
“Come in”, Washington called.
In stepped a short man: Aaron Burr.
“Sir, may we have a discussion?”, Burr asked.
“Maybe later”, Washington responded.
Burr was about to walk out, when Hamilton said, “I have an idea! How about winner plays Burr!”.
Burr raised an eyebrow in confusion, before walking over to see the chess board on the table between the two men. Understanding, he nodded.
“Do you play chess?”, Washington asked.
Burr smiled, a common habit of his, “Yes, and I am quite good if I do say so myself”. Burr shook his head and added, “Sir”.
Washington chuckled, “You don’t have to call me that. For now”.
He patted a seat next to himself on the couch for Burr to take.
And so, the game began. Alexander advanced his pawn, to which Washington responded with a knight. Alexander took another pawn out to threaten that knight, and Washington advanced his knight further to the centre.
A few moves later, and Washington was already dominating the game. Snatching pieces, threatening pieces and taking control over most of the board.
Hamilton cursed under his breath every time another valuable piece was taken, wishing that he had accepted the other man’s guidance.
Burr seemed to be very interested in the game, observing the board and calculating many possible moves for each player and their outcomes in his head. He noticed Hamilton make a very stupid mistake with his queen, and had to try hard not to make a noise as to spoil the game.
Just than, Washington stood up, “Do you guys need a drink?”. The other two shook their heads. “Well than, if you’d excuse me, I’m just going to get some water for myself, be right back”. And with that, the president left the room.
Alexander and Burr sat in silence for a few moments, before Burr muttered: “Your in trouble”.
“What?”, Alexander asked.
“Oh, I mean, Washington will destroy you when you get back”.
Hamilton tilted his head, “Why?”.
Burr snickered, “Look at your queen Alexander”.
Hamilton looked at the board. “What? I don’t see anyth- OH SHIT.”
Burr chuckled to himself, “Yeah, that is a bit of a problem isn’t it”.
The problem they were talking about: Washington’s pawn was just diagonal from Hamilton’s queen, and he would surely take it on the next move. Crap, why didn’t he see that?
“Of course”, Burr said at a clearly frustrated Alexander, “You could cheat”.
“What?”
“I said, you could cheat. Quickly, move your queen before Washington gets back, hopefully he won’t notice anything”.
Hamilton raised an eyebrow, he rarely saw this side of Burr. Burr never cheated, at life or in a game. Yet Hamilton was ready to obey, as it could have been his only chance of winning the game. He did as Burr suggested, and moved his queen one space down.
A few moments later, Washington returned with a small glass of iced water in his hands.
“Now, where were we?”, he said, resuming his position on the couch. As soon as he glanced at the board before him, a smile spread across his face.
“Hamilton?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Did you move your queen when I was gone?”.
Crap.
“No”, Hamilton lied, fumbling with the buttons on his coat.
“Are you sure?”, Washington asked him, raising an eyebrow, a wide grin on his face.
“Yes”, Hamilton responded, tying to keep eye contact with the man as his knees wobbled.
“Come’ere son!”, Washington chuckled, walking to the other side of the board and sitting down on Hamilton’s couch, wrapping an arm around the man’s shoulder. Hamilton squeaked.
“Now what if I told you”, Washington explained, “That this was all a test?”.
Hamilton’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping open. Washington chuckled at the look on the mans face, and Burr also couldn’t help letting out a humph of amusement. Hamilton shot Burr an ice-cutting look, to which he just responded with a finger to his lips, as if to say: ‘Don’t tell him I suggested it’.
“Now”, Washington said, “Since I know that your a cheater, it’s about time I give you your next lesson”.
With that, the president pounced on him, leaving him laid back on the couch.
“Never cheat at chess”, Washington said down at him, “Because there are consequences”.
Hamilton gulped,”What kind of consequences sir?”.
“Well, glad you asked”, Washington said, a smug smirk glued to his face; “You see, the other day, I went in to check on you at your house, and I saw something very interesting through your window. You were play fighting with your friend John Laurens, is that correct?”.
Hamilton’s eyes widened once again, “Uh, umm....”
“Oh, my eyes never deceive me son. But you know, you have always seemed to me like the ticklish type”.
“Wait-sir-NO!”, Hamilton cried, but it was too late, Washington had started clawing his quick fingers up and down his ribs.
“No what?”, Washington asked, not slowing his attack.
Hamilton tossed his head back in hysterical laughter, trying to squirm away to no avail.
“Whats wrong son, are you a little ticklish?”, Washington teased, making his hands towards the other man’s belly, scratching and teasing at the thin cloth of his shirt.
Burr watched the whole thing from the other couch, with a smile on his face.
Hamilton thrashed and squirmed.
“BUHUHHHUHUHUHUHURRR HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!”, he begged, squealing as Washington swirled his pointer finger into his belly-button.
Burr just chuckled, “Washington was right, there are consequences for cheating you know”.
Oh, the irony.
“SIHIHHIHIR, WAHAHAHAHASHINGTON, PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!!!”.
“Please what?”, Washington asked, “What is it Hamilton, do you want more tickles?”.
“NOHOHHOHO!”, he cried, “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE THIHIHIHHIHIHNGS!!!!”.
“Things?” Washington questioned, “Can you not say ‘tickle’ Hamilton?”.
Hamilton turned crimson, squirming around and kicking lightly in his laughter.
Washington tried out the mans neck, which was exposed from him tossing his head back in laughter. He shrieked and pinned it down to his chest.
“NOHOHOHHOHO WHYHYHHYHYHY?!?”
“Why? Because you cheated, thats why Hamilton. And you thought I wouldn’t even notice”, Washington teased.
This was torture, just torture. Yet of course, Alexander didn’t exactly hate it.
Ok, he loved it.
But why would he not? He was playing with Washington like a little kid after a long day at school. And the feeling of just laughing freely was...lifting. Like the worlds problems vanished for those moments, and he was just having fun with a friend.
But that still didn’t stop the man from begging and squirming.
“Wait, stop”, Burr said to Washington, making him halt his attack. A huge smile spread across the shorter’s face: “I have an idea”.
“Wait, Bur, don’t you dare!”, Alexander threatened, as the other approached him and Washington.
Burr’s eyes flashed, “Don’t I dare what Alexander? This?”.
“No! Wait-”, Burr started squeezing the sides of Hamilton’s stomach with both hands, which he knew Hamilton couldn’t stand.
“NOHOHHO HEHEHEHEEHELP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”, he cried, his laughter ticking up a pitch.
Washington smiled down at the scene before him, “Oh, your in trouble now son”. He went back to Ham’s neck.
“YOHOHOHOHOHOUR NOHOHOHHOHOT MYHYHYHYHY DAHAHAHAHAHAD!”, Hamilton laughed, the sensations almost unbearable.
“And you, son, are not a fair chess player”, Washington responded teasingly, watching as the man completely lost his mind under the attacks.
“I was right Hamilton, Washington would destroy you when you got back!”, Burr slipped out.
Washington stopped his fingers and looked up at Burr. Burr, realising his mistake, cupped a hand over his mouth.
“What was that Burr?”, Washington asked.
“N-nothing”.
“Did you warn Hamilton about the queen?”.
“N-no”
“Did you suggest that he cheat?”
“N-no”
“Are you ticklish?”.
Washington stepped over to Burr’s side of the couch.
“N-no”.
Hamilton chuckled, sitting up, “Nothing he just said was true, sir”.
“Hamilton!”, Burr exclaimed, feeling betrayed. Hamilton just shrugged.
“You shouldn’t have done that Burr, attacked when I warned you not to”.
“And”, Washington added, “There is a punishment for assisting in cheating too”.
And soon, Burr was trapped on the couch, letting out streams of giggly laughter.
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon in Manhattan, New York. And a very playful one to!
Oh my dog I’m blushing so hard right now just from writing this! Hope you enjoyed, and my back in a little hungry so please give some feedback!
Hashtag Cute
Tickle Story/Drabble prompts 4 and 10, as requested by an anon!
Fandom: Hamilton (Modern AU)
Hope you enjoy! (:
Thomas wasn’t quite sure as to why he’d agreed to this, but what mattered was that he had. Alexander was sitting in front of him, face scrunched in concentration as he applied a think coat of lip gloss to his partner’s lips.
“Done!”, Alexander finally announced, lifting a mirror towards Thomas’s face. He was kind of shocked, Alexander had done a better job than he’d expected. He looked absolutely gorgeous: mascara on his lashes, his lips shining with gloss and of course, the main attraction, his braided pigtails.
“Told you this would look good on you”, Alexander said with a smile, noticing his boyfriend’s shocked expression. All that managed to come out of Thomas’s mouth was: “Wow”. Alex, finding this all rather cute, kissed Thomas’s cheek lightly, “This is going straight to Instagram Thommy!” Thomas tilted his head to the right and the left, examining his own features in the small mirror. “Oh come on”, Alexander said with a smile, “Be modest”. “It looks hideous, Alex”, Thomas finally said, looking up at him. Yet he had that held-back little smile that he always had when he was messing with his boyfriend. “Yeah, yeah. Instagram?”. Thomas nodded, “Oh, definitely”.
“Hey, Thommy?”
“Yes?”
“Can I tag this ‘Cute’“
“What? No!”
“To bad, I already did”
“WHA-”
Thomas frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket, and sure enough, Alexander had tagged his picture ‘Cute’. He eyed Alexander, and ran up to him. “Alex? How could you?”. “H-hey”, Alexander chuckled, lifting his ams in defence. Thomas grinned cheekily and took this as an opportunity to tickle under his boyfriend’s arms. “HEY!”, he shrieked, snapping his arms down. Thomas laughed, “Man!”. Hamilton rolled his eyes with a blush, “Shut up”. Thomas gently pushed his boyfriend back on to the couch, and he landed with an oomph.
“You tagged our photo ‘Cute’ Alexander, for that, you must be proven wrong. You are the cute one in this relationship, not me. Case and point”, Thomas tickled Alex’s tummy, “Your laughter”.
“Nohoho hehehe Thommy hehehe!”, Alex giggled, squirming around lightly but not trying to hard to escape.
“Yes?”, Thomas inquired, reaching his fingers towards his squeal button.
“Noho!”, he cried, trying to lightly prod away Thomas’s hands. Thomas took this as an opportunity to tickle under those wiggly little arms.
“Nohohoho hahahaha!”
“Yes, aha”, Thomas mocked, “Where else are you ticklish, Alex?”
“Nowhere you dohohn’t knohohow haha!”
Thomas smiled and stopped, “You sure?”
Alexander nodded, “Yep, I’m sure”
Thomas smirked and lightly tickled Alexander’s shoulders, which was aimed more as an innocent loving act. Surprisingly, Alexander squirmed and started giggling.
Thomas’s eyes widened, “No way”. He wiggled his fingers with more meaning up, down and across Alexander’s shoulders, making him squirm and giggle faster. “You’re ticklish THERE!?”
“I guehehehess hahaha”
“You guess? I guess you are!”, Thomas remarked with joy, continuing.
“Hahahheheheahaha Thommy stahahahap”.
Thomas smiled and kissed his boyfriend’s nose, stopping the tickling, “Wow, you really are the cute one aren’t you”.
Alexander smirked. He knew what this next remark was going to get him, but he didn’t care. “Says the guy in the pigtails!”
“Oh, so thats how you want to play it?”
“Wait-nohohoho!”
“You were asking for this, Alexander!”
“Wahas nohoht!”
“Was to! How about here?”
Thomas stated tickling Alex’s neck, which he knew was his worst spot. Suddenly, his giggles turned to loud laughter.
“Nohohoho! Nohohot there! Anywhere but therhehehere!!”
“Anywhere?”
“ANYWHEHEHEHRE!”
“Ok”, Thomas said with a shrug, tickling his ribs instead.
Alexander squealed and cackled with joy.
“Fihihihine I’ll chahahange the tahahag!”
Thomas smiled, “And why do you think that would make me stop?”
“Worth a tryhyhyhy”
Thomas just chuckled and shook his head, lifting Alexander’s shirt up, and leading his head down.
Alexander’s eyes widened, “Wait, Thomas NO!”
One raspberry. Alexander tossed his head back in hysterical laughter, exposing his neck. Thomas blew a raspberry there.
“WAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”
“Admit that you adorable”, Thomas teased, blowing raspberries on his neck and wiggling his fingers on his sides at the same time.
“NEHEHEHEVER!”
“Too bad, cause you are”, Thomas said, “But you’ll have to admit eventually. You can’t be tickled forever, can you?”
“FIHIHIHNE! IHIHIH’M ADOHOHORABLE!”
Thomas stopped and smiled, “Damn right you are”. He kissed Alexander’s forehead, “And don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise”.
A Regular, Drunk Occurrence
Word Count: 745
A/N: Yaaay it’s finally finished!! :D this is my first time writing for Hamilton so it may not be amazing but I hope you all enjoy anyway :) this fic was heavily inspired by some of @secretly-tword-obsessed and @ticklishraspberries’s fics! Go check their stuff out, they both write amazing stuff! ✨
DISCLAIMER!! This fanfiction is NOT about the actual historical figures. It is based on the characters we see in the musical.
⚠️Also a warning for mentions of alc0h0l⚠️
Okay hope you all enjoy!! :)
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“LAHAHAF!!” Ah, great.
This almost always happened when they were drunk.
Well, not entirely drunk. You can tell they obviously aren’t sober, but sober enough to know what they’re doing.
“What’s the matter, Alexander? Ne peut pas gérer les chatouilles?~” God, it was teasing like that that made Hamilton wish he never was fluid in French. The fact that Lafayette was currently wiggling his fingers into Alexander’s underarms was embarrassing enough.
“CUHUT IHIT OHOHOUT!!” Alex squealed as Lafayette moved his hands down to his ribs.
To be honest though, it was Hamilton’s fault. A bit of silly banter had stirred up between the two, and a few playful insults had been passed from Alexander to Lafayette. Of course Laf knew Alex would never have meant it (the alcohol was the main reason), but he decided to punish him anyway.
And what better way than to wreck your friend with a method that wouldn’t even harm him?
“Oh? After what you said? Not a chance, mon ami.” Lafayette denied. Suddenly, a different voice called from the other side of the luckily remote bar as it was late at night.
“Don’t worry Alex, I got you!”
It was then Alex saw someone tackle Lafayette over. It was John Laurens, who had been on the verge of falling asleep with his head rested on his arms as he slumped on a table of the bar. That was until Hamilton’s squealing had snapped him out of it. On instinct, he went to help his friend in need.
Alexander took much needed breaths of oxygen, pushing himself upright as John pinned Lafayette on his back.
“Quick, Alex! Get him!” John cried, Lafayette pushing at him to try and make him fall off his waist.
“Get ohoff, secousse! Dohont help hihiHIM!!-“
Lafayette ended up cutting himself off with a bout of ticklish giggles as Hamilton began his vengeful tickle attack on his ribs.
“No talking to Laurens like that, Laf!” Alex scolded.
“aleHEXAndehEHEr!!” Lafayette protested, before Laurens placed a finger atop his smiling lips in jest.
“Ssshhhh. This is Alex’s time of victory. Not yours.” He quipped. Suddenly, Lafayette had squealed once Hamilton’s hands had travelled down to his hips. The two couldn’t help but laugh at the blushing Frenchman below them, who swore under his breath.
“Conahards.” He grumbled in embarrassment.
“I gotta hehehear that agahain!” Laurens declared, massaging circles into his hips while Hamilton tried his stomach, eliciting an even louder and more hilarious squeal than last time. Lafayette weakly squirmed and kicked under the two men, but to no avail.
“MEHEHERDE!” Lafayette cussed through his hysterics.
“Laf! Language!” Alex gasped, taking this as an excuse to torment his stomach more. However, the attackers felt a hand grab the backs of their coats as they were dragged off their victim.
It was Hercules Mulligan, who had only been to the bathroom for what, 5 minutes?! How the hell did a situation like this stir up so quickly?? But it didn’t matter, at least Lafayette was okay.
“C’mon guys, leave him alone.” He demanded playfully, releasing them once they were at least a few metres away. Mulligan rushed back to Lafayette, reaching out a hand for him to take. The Frenchman giggled residually as he took Mulligan’s hand, pulling himself back up with some of his leftover strength. “Yohou okay buddy?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend’s slightly reddened cheeks.
“Oui.” Laf nodded, staring with playful annoyance at the two who were quietly tittering together. Mulligan gave him a gentle nudge.
“Wanna go after them?” He asked, hushed so the other two didn’t hear. Lafayette nodded again, and the two started slowly creeping towards the two.
“The wahay he squealed though!” Alex chuckled.
“Yeheah! He was like-“ John had turned to notice the tailor and the Frenchman walking over, grinning evilly. “hoLY SHIT ALEX GET OUTTA HERE!” John scrambled around on the floor, before eventually standing up right and sprinting out the bar door.
“Huh?” Hamilton suddenly felt the pair of eyes on him, and he turned before screaming. Tripping over himself and nearly slipping on the floor, he too dashed out the door and out into the dimly lit street, the moon being the only thing giving it proper illumination.“GOGOGOGOGO QUIHIHICK!!” He cried. Neither of them had to be told twice as they desperately sought out a hiding place.
The other friends laughed together, before following them out the bar to continue their regular, drunk occurrence.
