"Unmanly"

"Unmanly"

Another old fanfic. I actually had to change the title and summary of this because when I originally posted it fanfiction.net, I apparently offended someone. And I'd like to avoid that. Anyway, I like this new title a lot better, so it's all good :))

ORIGINAL A/N: HIIII I'M BAAAACK

I kind of paused writing Hamilton Fanfiction some time last year. Then, for reasons I forgot, got back into it again after a while.

It feels good to write about my favorite children again. It's like wearing your favorite socks; incredibly comfortable in its familiarity.

Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy!

P.S., I srsly love platonic relationships! :D

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Lafayette leaped down from his horse and raced towards his waiting friends, a huge smile plastered on his face.

Hamilton and Laurens grinned when they saw him. A moment later they both found themselves engulfed in Lafayette's embrace. The force of the impact caused the both of them to stumble backwards.

Lafayette barely missed a beat. He lifted them both back up with his strong arms and kissed the both of them on their right cheeks. When he released them, they were both quite startled, and very embarrassed. Their cheeks were bright red as Lafayette cried, "Mes amis! I have missed you so much!"

"We missed you too, Lafayette," Hamilton said, laughing nervously as he furiously rubbed his assaulted cheek. Some nearby aides giggled, and that made him flush deeper.

Laurens nodded, his expression strained. "Indeed. It's been much too long since we've last seen each other!"

Lafayette chuckled, completely oblivious to his friends' discomfort. "Yes, I agree. It's honestly surprising how long a week can be!"

Hamilton and Laurens both nodded. Then they noticed the nearby aides watching them, smirking widely, so they took him by the arm and pulled Lafayette away, flushing furiously. Hamilton shot them an angry glare before they rounded a corner.

"What is wrong?" Lafayette asked once they were out of earshot. He frowned when he finally noticed their red faces, and he repeated, "What is it?"

Hamilton winced, glancing at Laurens and biting his lip. Laurens ran his hand down his face, then sighed. "Now, don't get us wrong, Laf. We really did miss you. Really!" He inhaled slowly. "But..."

"What John is trying to say, but is obviously failing to—" He grunted when Laurens elbowed him in the stomach "—is that we really would prefer it if you didn't greet us in, um, that particular manner."

Lafayette blinked. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Hamilton and Laurens glanced at each other again. "I'm sure that you are aware of all the men who are serving here, besides us?"

"Of course."

"Well," Hamilton rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "It's just that we don't want to seem, um, delicate in front of them. 'Have to maintain an image, you know. It's rather important for our, uh, reputation." He smiled nervously.

Lafayette was silent for a moment, thinking through everything they had just said. Then he frowned. "Oh. You mean you do not appreciate it when I am openly physically affectionate."

"No, no, no, that's not what we meant—" Hamilton immediately interrupted, waving his hands wildly.

"Not exactly, at least." Laurens chuckled nervously.

"Then what do you mean?" Lafayette asked, crossing his arms across his chest, scrutinizing the both of them closely as they both fumbled for a response.