Multifandom One-Shots

John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton

Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you.

-Alexander Hamilton, April 1779

The two men of the revolution sat beside each other on a pair of hard wooden chairs. They had decided to rest up at a near by tavern, on they way to meet up with Burr, Lafayette, and Mulligan upstate. They make themselves comfortable near the fire, who they were was made obvious by their apparel to the other tavern patrons.
The wavy haired Laurens was near finished with his first drink of the night, a slight flush already appearing on his freckled face. His close friend, Hamilton, was less than half way through his own.
Alexander had captivated Laurens since their first meeting. John new that he was different from other men, as women didn't catch his attention in the way it did most of his friends.
With the dedication to his work, his kindness, acceptance of others, and his lust for the freedom of all was part of what attracted John to him. Alexander's dark and dreamy eyes captivated him as well. It made his heart beat faster then in the midst of battle. Each glance Alexander sent his way was like the shot of a musket in the air.
By this point Alexander's glass was almost gone and Laurens orders two more for them.
A couple of rounds later, they stumbled as they rose from their seats and made their way out of the tavern, having stayed much longer then they planned. They grab onto each other's coats for balance, taking the other down with them each time. John chuckles at Alexander as they walk.
"You know, Alex," he starts, "our sight may not be as clear as the night, but having you here is much better then wandering off alone and drunk."

"Laurens," replies Alexander, "our minds are not as bright as the moon is either, but my heart it."
Hamilton grabs John by the shoulders and places as soft, sloppy, and drunken kiss onto the other's lips.