#fake laf

Okay,this is not canon,but a fic made by my fantastic wife, @jamisahivemind

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Based on Fake Laf au by @virusap

Jefferson would make a good demon >:3

I’m sorry for my inability to shade and to draw braids but I wanted to try it anyway

i was listenin to “ tous les mêmes “ and @virusap ‘s fake laf au was the first thing that popped into my head like its so fitting??

@virusap hOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS SINFUL AU?!

*clears throat* Anyways, this was made for you. Hope you enjoy.

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Dear Lafayette,

I know for a fact this is not right. It would violate most of my morals that I have come to known.

I cannot express to you my desires for Alexander, but I know as a fact that he is not the Moon--

But, is it so wrong to love someone so deeply? He is beautiful, magnificent, how does one not fall for such a man as Alexander?

--he is not the stars, nor is he the everlasting Sun--

He is hungry, lustful, as I am for him. He wants me, as I want him. And although he knows I am not you in reality--

--he is my universe. I was meant for him, I can give him the love he needs, I will set him free!

--he knows I hold a special place for him inside my dark and lustful heart. There are so many things I want to do to him, 

You are no longer relevant to whatever we do within our bedroom.Or even to Alexander.

But with you in the way, I must restrain myself, although, the things we have done seem to satisify the man himself.

Au revoir, Gilbert.

Alexander knows nothing about this. I tell him that Jefferson is off in his home, that my ‘scars’ make me insecure, that I am you. You might as well stay in France and never return to America once more, because nothing will be left for you here. Alexander is mine to keep. He is my toy to play with and you are nothing but a mere pawn.

Signed, Jefferson.

“Mon amour?”

Sealing the envelope close and tying up his hair once more, Jefferson looked over to the open doorway, seeing Alexander walk in. A small smile played on the imposter’s lips as his eyes scanned Alexander from head to toe.

“Yes, mon amour?” Jefferson replied smoothly, his fake French accent filling Alexander’s ears like music.

“Come to bed now, I missed you.” Alexander said as he walked over to Jefferson and gently held his hand.

Jefferson gave a sinful smirk as he leaned down to plant a kiss on the shorter man’s lips. He whispered into Alexander’s ear, his French accent seeming to delight Alexander.

“I’ll be there soon, mon amour. Please go wait in bed until I am there.” He said, his voice purring as Alexander smiled, letting go of Jefferson’s hand and walked away. 

Me: ok time to stop and go start today's revision.

*Ten minutes later*

A little gift for @virusap

The handwriting was sharp, precise, and elegant. Words twirling into sentences of midnight ink on the yellowed paper. Words like ‘Alexander’ and ‘love’ and Lafayette’s signature blended together in Thomas’s mind as he held the paper in his hand.

The message was clear, though the words written did not outright say them. ‘No’, it meant. Despite Lafayette’s blessing, Thomas knew that he was not given permission to continue this charade.

He did not have permission to hold Alexander in his arms, and be held in turn. He did not have Lafayette’s consent to press Alexander’s lips against his own in a loving kiss. To have Alexander underneath him once more, writhing in ecstasy from his touch was not something he was allowed to do.

Thomas knew he would kill for the chance to have Alexander moaning ‘Thomas’ as he brought the two of them to bliss instead of another man’s name. Was it so wrong to wish that he could shed his clothing and lay in bed with the man he so desperately loved?