Hamilton Imagines

White Wine - Lafayette!Reader x John Laurens

Part two of the Alcoholic Love series.

You ran up the steps of your brother's home, your skirt pulled up over your ankles. Clutching the precious envelope in your hands, you raced to your bedroom, sitting down at your desk to open it.

It was from John. His fifth in the last two weeks. After speaking to Gilbert, you had finally convinced him to let John court you. And so when John asked, you happily said yes. You had the best times together! Despite not seeing him much due to the war, when he was home you spent as much time together as you could. He was currently at home more, working with Alexander to write essays to publish, pushing for the abolition of slavery.

You loved how passionate he was in everything. He truly believed everyone deserved equality, including the slaves and women.

Opening the letter, you felt your heart warm as you read it.

My dearest, (y/n)

Yet another day goes by where I am confined to my study to write. Alexander outpaces me with every essay, his words much more beautiful and convincing than my own. He presses me to finish more essays, and I try. But it hard to focus when my every waking thought is of you. I cannot wait until we see each other again, my love. Soon, I hope. Within a week if we are lucky. I cannot put away the thought of you, of your (e/c) eyes, gleaming as we laugh, your (h/c) hair in my fingers as we kiss. The taste of your lips, the feel of your skin.  When you entered my life my world began, but still we are worlds away it feels. I can hardly bear to live with us parted. I promise we shall see each other soon.

All my love,
John Laurens

Your heart soared as you read the words. John claimed he wasn't as eloquent as Alexander, but his words touched your heart with their straight-forward simplicity. Where Alex buried his meaning in large words and paragraphs, which his new court, Eliza, loved, John simply said what he wanted to. And it was perfect.

You quickly grabbed a sheet of paper, a quill, and some ink. You smoothed the parchment, and began writing.

My beloved, John

As always, I relish your every letter. Your words fill my days with such joy and sunlight. With both you and Gilbert gone, fighting, this house is so empty. I am so lonely, I too crave our next meeting. My heart longs for yours, for your touch and your embrace. I can only pray it comes soon, my love. Gilbert sends word that soon you may get a short leave, for Alexander and Eliza's wedding. Their joy is wonderful, is it not? He also says that the fighting gets harder, the resources congress promises are not delivered. I pray that they arrive soon. Stay safe and healthy my soldier. Return home to me, and fill my empty days with your light. You carry my love and my heart with you into every battle, I am with you always.

Yours,
(Y/n) Lafayette

You folded the paper, sliding it into an envelope and racing down to the mail office, handing it to the worker. He gave you a flirty smile, his fingers brushing your hand as he took the letter, until he saw the address was to a man. You watched him file the letter and place it in the parcel for the war camps.

"Thank you sir!" You gave a short curtsy, then left, walking slower back to the home You had come to know.

~ le time skip ~

It had been a week. A week and no letter from John. Or Gilbert. Or even from Alexander, who occasionally wrote you in lieu of John or Gilbert if they were busy.

Worried would be an understatement. You were sitting in the parlor, reading, when you heard a knock on the front door. You stood, placing the book aside, and went to open it. On the other side stood two familiar faces, one dark skinned with a well trimmed goatee, the other with as many freckles as stars.