Hamilton tickle fics

Drunken Attack

Plot: Lafayette is attacked by his two very drunk friends.

Ships: None

(This takes place before Alexander meets the rest of the Hamilsquad)

Lafayette paced around the small house he lived in, bored out of his mind. He woke up this morning to find that the house was completely empty. That might sound normal at first, but Lafayette lives with his two friends, John Laurens and Hercules Mulligan. Usually all three of them would have breakfast together, even though it usually ended with Hercules flinging a piece of bread at Lafayette's head. This morning John and Hercules were no where to be seen. They didn't even leave a note for their friend.

The reason the Frenchman was so bored was because the trio would usually spend the whole day together, whether it was out in town or just messing around at home. Lafayette honestly had no idea what to do without his friends. Eventually, he plopped down on the couch they owned and began to read one of his French books.

A little farther into the day, Lafayette got up to fix himself some dinner. It was 6:35 PM. Today had officially been the most boring day ever for Lafayette. John and Hercules had been gone for the entire day without so much as a note sent to Lafayette so he knew where they were. As the Frenchman bit into a plain turkey sandwich, he began to worry if John and Hercules went missing or were kidnapped.

Lafayette's thoughts ceased when a loud crash was heard from right outside the front door. The old wooden board creaked on it's hinges. Lafayette let his sandwich fall back onto the plate as he stood up and looked at the door, confused. Suddenly, the door flung open as John and Hercules staggered inside. The scent of old beer immediately flooded the house, making Lafayette cringe from the stench.

So that's where John and Hercules have been. At a bar, drinking their day away. Lafayette could tell that they were both wasted and was surprised at how they haven't blacked out yet.

"Heeeey, Laf! What's shakin'?" John said, slurring his words. He tried to lean back against the counter, but his feet accidentally slipped from under him, making him fall.

"Uh-" was all Lafayette could say before Hercules wrapped his arm around the Frenchman's shoulders. Lafayette almost fell over due to the amount of weight Hercules was putting on him.

"Why didn't you come with us today, Frenchy?" Hercules asked. Lafayette almost gagged at the smell of the beer since Hercules was talking right at his face, forcing Lafayette to inhale his disgusting breath.

"You left before I was awake," Lafayette stated. It was true, but the other two were too intoxicated to remember the morning. John looked at him like Lafayette just told a lie and he knew it.

"No, you were awake! You just didn't want to come!" John stood up as straight as he could and glared into Lafayette's eyes. If John weren't drunk, he would've remembered that Lafayette would never pass up a chance to go to the bar.

"No, mes amis! (my friends)" Lafayette tried to push Hercules off him, who was looking at Lafayette with a face of drunk frustration as well. "I would never not go to the bar with you!"

"You lie! I saw you awake this morning!" John stuck a finger in Lafayette's face, making him reflexively flinch back. Hercules was now standing beside John, glaring at Lafayette too. The Frenchman was starting to get a little worried. He wasn't able to say anything to get his friends to believe him.

"I think he needs a punishment," Hercules said, his mouth curling into a smirk. Lafayette's face went white. He knew what his friends were capable of when they were drunk, but Lafayette had never been the victim himself. He raised his hands up in front of him, trying to keep John and Hercules back. "No, no, mes amis! There's no need! Just calm down!"