Oh boy I gotta update this more often
Anyway this is a poem about Ned Stevens x Alex & Francis Kinloch x John let's see how this goes
Four boys sit under the stars
Two of them sit on a small island, both with fiery red hair. Often mistaken for brothers. But these two were more.
The other two sit under the blanket of stars in Genova. One is a blond and the other with chestnut locks that sparkled in the sunlight.
The four boys are as close as they could get.
Some called it sinful so they kept this closeness a secret.
But under the blanket of stars, the secret keeper of the night, anything was possible.
The two redheads gazed into each other's eyes, knowing they were free.
The blond and brunette held their hands on one another and grown eyes met blue as they got an idea.
All the way in the Caribbean, the two redheads had the same idea.
And, slowly moving towards each other, on two different sides of the stary night, the two sets of boys softly connected lips.
That was terrible *coughs*
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Hamilton One-Shots
FanfictionSo these are some Hamilton one-shots. If you don't know what Hamiltonis, why are you reading this?
