Apr 26, 2023
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How much you wanna bet, Hamilton and Laurens finally got married once they were finally together again? So have this short fluffy oneshot. I have never made a oneshot before and I normally don’t write in third person so this is gonna be new-
I’m gonna make ya’ll cry-
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“Where are you taking me?” Hamilton asks as Laurens dragged him by the wrist across the light green open field, a flirtatious grin on Hamilton’s face as he raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
Laurens whips his head over his shoulder, smirking with his beautiful sky-blue eyes twinkling. His honey-blonde hair pulled back into his loose, low ponytail with a dark blue ribbon securing it, glows like a golden halo under the sun shining down on them.
It’s a beautiful day, a clear blue sky above them—no clouds in sight—birds could be heard chirping in the distance but there was none to be seen close by. A soft breeeze blows around them, causing Hamilton’s auburn curls to dance slightly on his forehead.
No one was near. Not even his son, or Lafayette, or anyone else. It was just them, out in this beautiful open filed filed with peace and happiness and love. For once, Hamilton feels as though all his burdens were lifted and he could finally breathe easier. There was nothing to worry about: being discovered, the fear of death as a punishment, no war, no restless nights of translating letters. No fear of losing the other. Hamilton and Laurens were both at once at peace.
Laurens slows his pace as they come to a wide open spot. Hamilton tilts his head with a grin followed by a quiet laugh filled with confusion. He furrows his brows together, causing a crease to form in his forehead. Laurens winks as he answers Hamilton’s question.
“I’m about to change your life!” Laurens exclaims.
Hamilton merely laughs, his confused expression softening into something of fondness as he admires Laurens’s beauty. He couldn’t believe he was here with the man he loves so dearly. He couldn’t believe, after all those agonizing years without Laurens by his side, he’s here. Standing in front of him, a few inches taller than he is. Hamilton scowls a little at the thought of Laurens’s height, grumbling with jealousy.
Stupid long legs. Lucky bastard, Hamilton thinks, folding his arms over his chest once Laurens has let go of his wrist. But he fixes his scowl when Laurens turns around to face him. Hamilton frowns, tilting his head to one shoulder as Laurens puffs out a nervous breath when they finally stand in front of each other out in the open field. The grass just up to their ankles.
“Jack?” Hamilton says, worry in his voice. He can tell something is upsetting his dearest Laurens, but he couldn’t tell what it is for sure. “Are you alright, love?”
Laurens blushes at the nickname, his lips pressed together. He ticks his blue eyes up only to lock up with Hamilton’s beautiful violet irises. Laurens feels his heart stop beating as if the bullet had penetrated right through it again. Laurens stares lovingly into Hamilton’s eyes, getting lost into them. He thinks they are beautiful.
“John?” Hamilton chirps, snapping his fingers in front of Laurens. Laurens jerks back into reality, shaking his head as he blinks his eyes. A light red blush dusting across his cheek. Hamilton laughs awkwardly. “Are you alright?”
Laurens pinches his lips together and clears his throat awkwardly, his body warming up slightly. Though, he can’t tell if it was from embarrassment or from the heat coming from the sun. Laurens sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and nods, a small smile of reassurance on his face. He scratches the back of his neck.
“Um...yes, darling. I’m fine. It’s just...my God, Alexander. I missed you so much, dear boy, and my God...you are the most beautiful creature known to Earth,” Laurens says.
Hamitlon scoffs out a laugh as he watches with fondness as Laurens grabs hold of Hamilton’s hand, bringing it up towards his lips and Laurens presses a soft, tender, loving kiss to the back of Hamilton’s knuckles and squeezes his hand tightly. Never letting go. Not again.
“Ah...my dear, you flatter me,” Hamilton replies, a blush as red as his hair creeping on his face.
Laurens looks up and grins. “I meant every word, my dear boy.”
A pause. The two just smiles fondly at each other, gazing longingly and lovingly into each other’s eyes and enjoying the peace and quiet around them and being finally together in each other’s arms.
“John...why did you bring me here?” Hamilton suddenly asks, breaking the silence.
Laurens swallows nervously, worrying his lower lip as he feels his palms beginning to sweat. His fingers twitches at his sides every now and then. Hamilton frowns with worry again, tilting his head towards one shoulder and lifting an eyebrow.
“Um...” Laurens says, clearing his throat as he scratches the back of his neck. “Um...he he...well...uh...God, why is so difficult?”
“What do you mean?” Hamilton wonders.
Laurens turns back to Hamilton. He closes his for a moment as he grabs both of Hamilton’s hands once more, squeezes them tightly as he slowly exhales in hopes it would help his pounding heart. He opens his eyes to lock with Hamilton’s again.
“Alexander,” Laurens begins, a small smile on his face. “Alexander...Alex...my Alexander...”
Hamilton smiles softly and squeezes Laurens’s hands back. “My Jack.”
Laurens looks up and smiles, letting out a small laugh. He swallows and clears his throat again.
“Alexander, my dear boy,” Laurens says. “We’ve been together since 1777. And when I saw you first enter that tent when General Washington introduced me to you as his aide-de-camp, I...I was stunned.”
Laurens looks up from their clasped hands back up at Hamilton. Hamilton doesn’t interrupt, only smiles encouragingly for him to keep going and nodding.
“You were...as I’ve told you a million times...you were and are the most beautiful creature to walk the Earth.” A pause. “You’ve changed my life, Alexander. You changed me. You...you were always there for me...you were...you supported me for my Southern campaign. And when I was prisoner of war and on parole in Pennsylvania, I...”
“Jack, what are you trying to say, love?” Hamilton interrupts.
Laurens swallows again and licks his dry, chapped lips nervously before gripping his hands tighter than before.
“What I’m trying to say is...Alexander...” Laurens continues, letting out a shaky breath. “There isn’t a day where I wasn’t thinking about you.” He locks eyes with Hamilton’s again and Hamilton could feel his heart go boom. “Even when I couldn’t write to you, as much as I had promised you would, I would always think of you.”
A pause. Laurens now hangs his head in shame. Guilt squeezing his chest.
“I’m so sorry, Alexander,” Laurens whispers. Hamilton frowns confusedly. “For breaking your promise. For breaking our promise...”
“Jack—”
“Please...just let me finish,” Laurens gasps. He clears his throat. “What I’m trying to say...Alexander...is...there wouldn’t be anyone else who I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. You are the one thing I love, the one thing I wish to be. I wish to be your life Alexander, and I hope you wish to be mine.”
Silence. That’s all there is between them is silence. Hamilton is still trying to process what Laurens had just said just as Laurens is beginning to slowly reach into his pocket in his wait coat. He grips Hamilton’s hand with one hand and Hamilton can feel his heart stop as he watches Laurens drop down to one knee in front of him. Hamilton gasps with unshed tears brimming in his eyes.
Laurens smiles shakily as he shakily pulls out the small, dark violet box out of his pocket. He clears his throat as he glances up at his beautiful Hamilton before him. Laurens’s vision begins to blur as he laughs a little at Hamilton’s shocked reaction. Hamilton’s eyes fly wide and he gasps as he realizes what’s happening, stifling the gasp with his free hand clamped over his mouth.
“Alexander Hamilton,” Laurens says. “Would you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor...” He slowly lifts the lid up to reveal a beautiful silver diamond ring, glistening against the sun. “And marry me?”
Laurens looks up at Hamilton hopefully, his expression a mix of hope and fear. He inhales sharply, holding his breath as he dreadfully waits for Hamilton’s response. Would he reject or would he accept?
After a few minutes of utter silence, Hamilton lets out a choked sob and he nods wordlessly. His head bobbing up and down with tears now escaping him and rolling freely down his freckled cheeks, trying to come up with words but they seem to be caught up with each other. For once, Hamilton was totally speechless.
Laurens opens his eyes to find Hamilton nodding his head with tears streaming down his cheeks like a river and a wobbly smile on his face. Laurens eyes widen. He couldn’t believe this was happening! Finally! Finally! After months and years of always being separated from each other, they are finally getting what they’ve always dreamed of: Unity.
“Yes?” Laurens gasps, eyes wide and his voice strained.
Hamilton nods again, trying to catch his breath as he continues to let out ragged sobs. “Yes...yes...yes...dear God, yes!”
Laurens’s smiles wide as he stands up, pulling Hamilton close to him by the small of his back and laughs. Hamilton laughs as well, leaning his head against Laurens’s chest as Laurens slides the ring onto Hamilton’s ring finger. Hamilton sighs dreamily as he gazes at the ring, tilting his hand and before looking back up at Laurens.
“Shall we seal our matrimony, my dear?” Hamilton gasps, trying to hold back his sobs.
“Matrimony!” Laurens gasps with disbelief. He runs a hand through his honey blonde hair. “Holy shit!”
Hamilton only laughs as Laurens pulls away slightly and grips Hamilton’s hand. Hamilton frowns.
“Wait...what about your ring, Jack? Aren’t you supposed to wear one too?” Hamilton recalls.
“Oh, right!” Laurens says. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a simple gold ring and slides it onto his own ring finger and grips Hamilton’s hands in his again. “Now, where were we?”
Hamilton laughs, shaking his head fondly. “Our wedding?”
“Ah, yes!” Laurens breathes, eyes wide and a smile bright as the sun on his face. He looks back down into Hamilton’s stunning violet eyes.
“I, John Laurens, take thee, Alexander Hamilton, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, for richer and poorer, through sickness in and in health. Until death do we part.”
Hamilton laughs, more tears of joy running down his cheek. He sniffs, wiping away away the tears as best he can and clearing his throat before staring.
“I, Alexander Hamilton, take thee, John Laurens, to be my lawfully...” A sob escapes. Laurens smiles encouragingly. Hamilton continues as he sniffs. “Lawfully...l-l-lawfully wedded h-h-husband...to have and to hold, for richer or poorer...through sickness and in health...until d-death...death...d-do we...do we p-part...”
“Do you, Alexander Hamilton, take thee John Laurens, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Laurens asks, sniffling as grips Hamilton’s slightly smaller hands in his slightly larger ones.
Hamilton nods. “Oui! Oui! Yes! Yes! I do! I do! I do! I do!”
Laurens smiles shakily, sniffling as he wipes emotional tears off of his cheeks. He presses a kiss to the back of Hamilton’s hand.
“Do you, John Laurens, take thee Alexander Hamilton, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Hamilton asks.
Laurens nods. “Hell yeah, I do!”
Hamilton laughs dryly as he tries to calm himself down. “By the power vested in me I now pronounce you...husband...and...” His voice squeaks. “Husband!”
Laurens laughs, starting to lean in. “You may now kiss the groom.”
A pause. Laurens leans in closer and closer, just enough so their noses touch and their foreheads are pressed together, eyes fluttering shut, their lips grazing against each other.
“You ready, dear boy?” Laurens whispers against Hamilton’s cheek.
Hamitlon shudders against Laurens’s voice, and feels himself relax. He grabs Laurens by his lapels which only made Laurens giggle adorably.
“Shut up, Laurens, and kiss me!” Hamilton demands.
“Yes, sir,” Laurens complies.
Hamilton yanks Laurens down by his lapels of his blue Continental uniform and smashes his lips against Laurens’s. The kiss goes from a slow, longing chaste one to a rough and heated kiss. Hamilton grunts as Laurens pulls him closer by the small of his back, looping his arms around Hamilton. Hamilton slides his hands up to cup Laurens’s cheeks and to slide his fingers through his blonde hair as Laurens dips Hamilton slightly in his hold. Laurens squeezes his hold, never wanting to let go of his husband again, God, husband!
After a few minutes, Hamilton unfortunately has to break their passionate kiss to catch their breath. Laurens giggles, a giddy smile on his face as he rests his forehead against Hamilton’s, nudging his nose agaist Hamilton’s.
Laurens and Hamilton share a quick kiss. A kiss signifying their devotion to each other and their union.
Hamilton rests one hand on Laurens’s chest while the other cradles Laurens’s cheek. They’re eyes closed, foreheads pressed together, noses bumping against each other’s, both smiling like they’ve never had before.
Hamilton’s eyes flutter open and so does Laurens at the same time.
“My Jack...” Hamilton whispers. “My dear Jack...”
“My Alexander...” Laurens gasps, pecking Hamilton’s lips once more. “My dear Alexander.”
“I love you, Jack,” Hamilton says, tracing Laurens’s jaw with the crook of his finger. “I love you...”
Laurens smiles adorably, pressing a kiss to the inside of Hamilton’s palm. “I love you too, dear boy. So much. I’m so sorry, Alexander. About everything. About...Manning, about...pushing you away after...”
“Shh, my love. Shh. You’re home,” Hamilton says, locking eyes with Laurens’s. “You’re home...”
“Home...” Laurens echoes, closing eyes as he leans into Hamilton’s touch.
“You’re home to me,” Hamilton continues. “Where you belong. You’re home, Jack.”
Laurens opens his eyes and smiles down at his husband. He closes his eyes again as he pulls Hamilton closer to him, pressing a kiss to Hamilton’s brow and resting his chin on Hamilton’s russet curls. Laurens closes his eyes once more, a small smile on his face. Hamilton smiles dreamily as he rests his cheek against Laurens’s chest, sighing through his nose with content.
With peace.
“Home.”
Okay so I have a fanfic idea that I am DYING for so if anyone wants to write this, be my guest (or if it’s already written), but like, what if it’s Harry and Draco’s 8th year at Hogwarts, and Harry has a hard time sleeping so he kinda just chills in the common room every morning, like super early. He just sits by the window, and drinks tea/coffee and watches the sunrise and thinks about life, you know. Anyway eventually he realizes that every morning, Draco Malfoy comes down a little later than he does, and just sits infront of the fire. He doesn’t say anything, but he always shares an awkward nod with Harry in the morning. That goes on for a couple weeks before Harry starts putting a cup of tea/coffee out for Draco. Every morning. Without fail. So Draco starts giving Harry these awkward smiles when he comes down. He still doesn’t say anything, but now he drinks his tea/coffee while watching the fire. That lasts a couple months. Then one morning, Draco comes down and there isn’t any drink out for him, so he looks at Harry all confused, but Harry just smiles and nods at the seat next to him. Draco looks over and realizes that Harry did make a drink for him, it’s just beside him. So he awkwardly goes over and sits next to him, and they make small talk for the next couple days. One day Draco asks about the scar Umbridge gave Harry, and they spend that entire week talking about the war. And then after that, they’re really close. Their conversations are about all types of stuff and they start hanging out in the library and kitchens too. And everything’s great but neither of them know whether or not their dating, so one morning Harry kind of just, kisses him. And that’s how they got together.
If this is already a fic please let me know but otherwise, feel free to write your take on this. I would but I can’t write for the life of me so like, someone. Please. Help.
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