Hamilton angst book

I'll see you on the other side -Lafferson

This is one of my favorite ships of Hamilton , so why don't destroy it👌👌
Let's start with the story!

Warnings: character death,blood
Word count:1710

Saturdays were sleep in days, and it was that very fact that made Thomas Jefferson wonder why the ever loving fuck he was being awoken by an alarm at six in the fucking morning.

Groaning sleepily, Thomas swung his arm over to the bedside table and clawed around for the stupid alarm clock and practically threw it at the wall once he found it, causing it to stop ringing, much to his relief. Just as Thomas cuddled further into the warmth and comfort of his bed, he felt a soft pair of lips at his shoulder which trailed softly up his neck. Thomas smirked to himself and turned his body around to face Lafayette, who looked pissed pleased with himself, and wrapped his arms around him, pulling the sheets up their bodies further and burying his head into Lafayette's hair. Thomas was almost successful in falling back asleep when Lafayette started to whisper to him.

"You have a meeting with President Washington today," He said, causing Thomas to let out a pitiful groan as he remembered the meeting that was supposed to take place in only a few hours. "You need to get up, mon amour."

"I don't want to." Thomas mumbled, his southern accent thick due to having just woken up, curling himself further around Lafayette and trying so desperately to fall back asleep and into his wonderful dream which, for the record, didn't include being woken up at stupid o'clock in the morning, but in fact included spending his whole day in bed, resting and cuddling with Lafayette.

"You have to. It's an important meeting." Although Lafayette was trying to convince Thomas to get up, the frenchman couldn't help but wrap his arms around his waist and hug him close, their legs tangling together as he did so.

Thomas smiled to himself and kissed the top of Lafayette's head softly, his lips lingering for a few seconds until he pulled away, running his fingers through Lafayette's stray curls, massaging his scalp gently.

"You're not very convincing." He said quietly, resting his head on top of Lafayette's.

"I know I'm not, but at least you can't blame me for not trying to get you up when Washington bollocks you for being late, non?"

Thomas laughed, tilting Lafayette's sleepy face up to press a kiss to his lips, and although the man was beyond tired, the kiss gave him a sudden burst of adrenaline and Thomas soon deepened it, much to Lafayette's delight.

It was times like these where Thomas wondered how on earth he had gotten into such a situation as this; kissing Lafayette senseless as they cuddled in their bed. But he wouldn't change it for the world. The two had met a few years ago in Paris when Thomas had been on a business trip. At first, they didn't get on too well due to them being awkward around each other and only talking when drunk in the cities bars at night. However, something changed between them and a sudden spark ignited. Not a year later they were dating, and two more years after that they were married. Thomas never thought that he would get married as he didn't think is was important, but when he started his relationship with Lafayette, he knew that he wanted to belong to him forever, and he was overjoyed Lafayette thought the same.

When Thomas pulled away from the slow kiss, he briefly rubbed their noses together and repeatedly kissed his cheek, breathing in his scent as he gazed at the man in his arms. Everything about him was gorgeous, and Thomas loved him endlessly.

"Come on, we need to get up." The Virginian whispered, untangling himself from Lafayette, causing the frenchman to whine and try and grab for him again. Thomas laughed to himself and swung the bedsheets off himself before standing and stretching. When he heard Lafayette sigh, he turned around and saw him gazing up at him with those big beautiful, chocolate eyes that always managed to make him weak at the knees.