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[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.

[hamfic]

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.

[hamfic]

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.

[hamfic]

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.

[hamfic]

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.

[hamfic]

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

Commission fic for Red.

The omega kicked a leg around Washington’s waist and dragged him closer. The General tutted, bringing his palm up to cup Hamilton’s crotch, digging his palm into his cock while Hamilton practically howled. He arched into the touch, fists balling in Washington’s shirt. He tried to undo the buttons, but with each swipe of Washington’s thumb over the head of dick made him lose important brain functions, like remembering how a button works.

(NOT associated with the same ABO world my other fic are in, BUT same kind of universe).

Whamilton ABO smut. That’s it.

[hamfic]

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

“That’s my problem,” Alexander says, and there are tears brimming in his eyes now. “I want to get hurt.”

Burr pulls him into a warm embrace and whispers fiercely into his hair,

“I won’t let you get hurt. Ever.”

Well-written bipolar A.Ham!