Lams Oneshots

Exposed!

Set in Hamiltime Johnny boy and Hammie are already dating and suspicions have arose in the barracks that may or may not be true beware of sass.

I was settled in my barracks having a sentimental dialogue with my dearest Laurens.

While we conversed my concentration on the current topic- which I am inclined to believe it is box turtles- is diminished.

I began to cynosure on his features. Goodness, I sincerely with all my being adore and have a strong romantic fondness towards the man.

His beautiful skin tone that reminded me of a biscuit. That skin that without cease seemed to glow. Glow with that of a child's eyes when happy.

His eyes a chestnut color. The were pools of chatoyant entity and wonder. Occasionally, they could be engrossed in that of loathing and acrimony while soon after returning to their youthful state. It never fails to intrigue my subconscious.

The freckles that peppered his face. They are beautiful complimenting his face like coffee accompanies a biscuit.

His hair. My favorite physical feature. It pounced when he spoke and could strike one as having a mind of it's own. It coiled involuntarilly and was and dark ebony. Even though it was such a dark color it still managed to emit so much life and joy to me as I'd run my tired hands through it.

"...Alexander are you listening?" John dragged me out of my night fantasies.

"Yes." That was an untruth.

"Well, since you're such a truthful man with impeccable memory. What did I just tell you?" Sarcasm oozed off his voice making his opinion clear.

I stayed silent not wishing to embarrass myself once more in his presence.

"As I suspected you have payed nil attention to your beloved." He protruded his lower lip and made his eyes shine. This made me feel like Jefferson...horrible.

"I'm sorry dearest it's just you're so beautiful that sometimes I forget my manners!" I exclaimed engulfing him in a passionate cradle.

He looked at me smile evident and that beautiful yet buffonish snicker graced my ears.

"I love you Alexander."

"The feeling is shared, Laurens."

And like that is how we slept being sure lights were off.

Being caught would mean the end of us.

//Timeskip because exposition is hard//

June 21st 1777,

Today, Burr said my hair looked idiotic and reminded him of a bird's nest. I rebuttled with one remarking that my dog speaker more eloquently than him. He then-

I was in the midst of writing a journal entry of extreme importance when there was a sudden, unfamiliar rap at my door.

"Who is it?" I called out refusing to leave my insanely comfortable lounger.

"General Washington. Open up Hamilton." The stern voice of my commander rang in my eardrums.

I hurriedly arose and scuffled to open the door for him.

"Of course, sir." As I opened the entry way he stepped in. I got quite an odd aura from him. This highly displeased me.

"What seems to be the issue, General?" I straightened my posture as I spoke.

"Suspicions have arose about you and Mr. Laurens." This was blatantly stated.

"Sir? Suspicions?" My head cocked to the side.