Glory is for Another Day // Lams Oneshots

HISTORICAL #1 //Lams

AN: I'm going to try to write my first historical fic, so get hype y'all.

John stretched and yawned, lying back his cot. He and Alexander shared a tent, and were both recovering from a border skirmish with some scattered British troops, but neither had sustained injuries. Alexander was polishing his musket.

"Hamilton, how do you reckon this battle will affect publicity?" His southern accent leaked into his speak just a bit.

Alexander looked up at him. "I don't think it will do much. Only the locals will really know anything, my dear Laurens,"

John looked over at him, a warm blush beginning in his cheeks. "My dear?"

AN: I know it was probably non-romantic to call someone dear at that time, just roll with it.

Alexander chuckled. "Why not, dear Laurens?"

"What have I done to earn the title?"

"I fear that merely existing was enough for you. You are quite the charming creature,"

John's cheeks were now in a full blown blush, coloring his face bright red. "You are the same, Hamilton,"

Alex frowned, then turned his mouth back up into a smirk. "Why so cold and formal, dear? Can you not use my first name?"

John took a deep breath. Alexander was especially gorgeous in this low candlelight. "Alexander,"

"That sounds much improved, does it not?"

John nodded weakly and laid his head back on his pillow, staring up and away from Alexander. He wished privately that he wasn't always so tense around the man — Alexander was his best friend after all, and he wanted to rely on him. However, that was hard when he was constantly staring at Alexander's . . . hmm. Probably not the best thing to think about at the moment.

"John?"

John shuddered slightly at Alexander's saying of his name. Rolling over, he faced the man once again. "Yes, Alexander?"

"Have you ever felt love?"

"No, I suppose not. Not the kind you're referencing, anyhow. I've never fallen for a woman,"

"It doesn't have to be a woman," Alexander said quietly, his voice cracking slightly.

John started, his eyes widening. "That is not a very popular opinion, Alexander. Y-You would be disgraced, and if it could be proved that you had relations with another man, that could mean death!"

"I haven't done anything. I was just saying, my dear,"

"Don't call me dear. I fear it encourages you to cause trouble."

"Don't fret, John." Alexander set his gun down and laid in his bed. "I just mentioned it. I promise not to cause trouble."

John nodded thankfully.

"Unless you would like to cause trouble,"

John froze. Dammit, Hamilton. "Alexander..."

"Yes, dear?"

There it was: John was being teased. He smiled and stood so he was looking down at Hamilton. "What did you have in mind?" He said huskily.

Alexander's eyes widened. "I, uh,"

"I leave you without words? I can't be that good,"

"You are very good at this, John,"

"Oh, really?" John sat next to Alexander.

Alexander leaned towards him slightly, his lips parted. "You think you can get away with this, Laurens?"

"What happened to John?"

"John is for people who aren't insufferable teases. What do you have to say to that, Laurens?"

John closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Alexander's, breathing in his scent and leaning against his chest. Alexander responded instantly, taking John around the waist and pulling him into his lap. When they broke away, all Alexander could manage was:

"Interesting response, John,"

"Not so bad yourself, Alexander. Don't you have an essay to finish?"

"I think the war will wait for us, my love."

"A nice thought, but not necessarily true. Go write the essay before it gets too late,"

Alexander moved not one inch, just held John's slight frame against his own body. "No,"

"Fair."

Alexander chuckled. "I wish everyday was like this, John,"

"Alexander..."

"I'm serious. I wish we were far away from here, somewhere the war couldn't touch. I wish it was just you and me. Then we could build a house, plant some fields, live far away from all these problems. Is....is that selfish of me?"

John shook his head sadly. "No, I feel it too. But we have to stay here so we can make this place better. One day we'll have a new, beautiful nation, so let's pray hard that no one ever gives it to Donald Trump. The man is a mess,"

"Agreed,"

The pair fell asleep on Alexander's bed, dreaming of the first flag that would represent them. Not Betsy Ross' flag, but something a bit more...🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

AN: I'm sorry I had to. Also it's short. But ily

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