#hamilton fluff

Hi. I actually wrote this fic in secret for my Tickle Diary over a year ago! @k-is-twordish-2 said that he wanted a tickle fic with the Schuyler sisters, so I thought this one would be perfect (:

Fandom: Hamilton

Summary: Just sisters being sisters

Every weekday, the three Schuyler sisters would venture to the city. They would spend their time there chatting, relaxing, but mainly checking out the guys. They didn’t see people work often, as their father was too rich to bother; but golly-gosh, hard working men were handsome! 

That was something that Angelica and Eliza would always mention on their walk back home, but their youngest sister, Peggy, always claimed to be having none of it. The key word is ‘claimed’, which brings us here.

The three sisters were stumbling out of the city in their fancy heels and tight dresses, hoping to be home by sundown. The sisters were all wearing their signature dresses that day: Orange, cyan, and classic Peggy yellow. Peggy had been awfully quiet for that walk, and Angelica and Eliza were sure they knew why. Eliza trotted closer to Peggy innocently, “So, what did you think of that Lafayette guy?” 

Peggy blushed. “Nothing!”, she blurted.

“Oh really? He was rather attractive though, wasn’t he?”, Eliza stirred.

“Shut up”, Peggy whined.

Eliza just laughed, “Come on Pegs!”. She tickled Peggy’s side gently.

Peggy squealed: “Hey!”

She leaned back into Angelica, who wasn’t as naturally playful as Eliza. But as soon as Peggy saw Angelica’s smirk, she knew it was one of those days. Angelica continued walking, wrapping Peggy in a tight embrace, while tickling her with her free hand. Giggles peeled freely from Peggy’s lips as she struggled to escape. 

Passers by smiled at the girls fondly, but if they were men, Angelica gave them a death glare, causing them to shudder away. Angelica was just walking normally, giving off the illusion that she was unaware of the laughing and begging mess beside her. But her hands didn’t slow down one bit.

“Eli-hiza, he-help me-he!”, Peggy managed to squeak. 

Eliza smiled at her sisters fondly. “Nah, you've been so stubborn on these city excursions. You could use some lightening up!”, she teased.

Suddenly, Angelica hit a particularly sensitive spot below Peggy’s ribs, and she full on lost it. 

“Nahaha stohohohp AHAHAHANGELICAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

Still, Angelica acted oblivious, or at least tried to. It was impossible to hide the cheeky grin emerging on her face. 

“NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!”, Peggy begged, not sure of how more of this she could take. Angelica slowed her fingers, before jolting them to a stop. Giggles still poured from Peggy’s mouth as she caught her breath. 

She glared up at her sisters, “I will get you back for this!” But she didn’t sound to menacing, as a smile consumed her face.

But she would get them back. Somehow. It would be hard though, as she was the most ticklish sister. But still, she would get her revenge. In fact, she was already plotting it as they stumbled home.

The next day, Eliza was lost in a book, only ever leaving the couch to eat breakfast. She’d been obsessively reading for about three hours when Angelica entered the room.  “Your potatoes are getting cold”.

“M-hm”, Eliza nodded in reply, still clearly fully in the world of her book. Angelica rolled her eyes and walked towards the couch that her sister was laid across. 

“Eliza?”, she said. Eliza still didn’t look up. “Eliza!” she repeated.

“Oh!”, Eliza said, dropping her book on her chest and looking up bashfully, “Sorry”.

“Eliza, your lunch is getting cold”.

“Can I just finish this chapter?”, she asked, letting her head sink back into the cushion as she reopened her book. 

Angelica sighed, “How many more pages?”

But it was too late, Eliza was already lost in her book again.

Meanwhile, Peggy was sitting at the dining room table, eating her potato pasta, thinking about her cheeky plans for the afternoon. That was when she heard a squeal coming from this living room, followed by the unmistakable sound of Eliza’s frantic laughter. Peggy smirked to herself, walking into the room.

Eliza was lying on the couch, face red, as Angelica wiggled her fingers under her arms mercilessly. Angelica had the same expression she had when tickling Peggy the day before: pretending to not know what she was doing. 

“Peggy, hehelp!”, Eliza cried, noticing her sister’s presence. 

“Nah, you could use some lightening up”, Peggy teased, mimicking Eliza’s words from the day before. She just laughed and laughed helplessly. Sure, Peggy’s plan was to be the tickler, but I guess being a teasy witness was the same thing. And that was when an idea struck her.

She paced up to Angelica, who was clearly focused on Eliza, not noticing her. Eliza did notice Peggy however, and made a positive gesture to her through her hysterical laughter that Angelica luckily did not pick up on. 

Angelica was hardly ticklish, but she did have one spot. Peggy crouched down to squeeze her sister’s knee. 

Angelica shrieked instantly, dropping Eliza, jumping high in the air. She turned around to glare at Peggy, who was laughing in delight of her sister’s reaction. Eliza was laughing too.

“Ok you two”, Angelica said, trying to hold back her smile and failing, “You've both had your fun. Now I suggest you finish your lunch, wouldn’t be walking into the city on an empty stomach”.

Eliza smiled at Peggy, “An empty stomach would be bad, but a ticklish stomach is worse!” Eliza reached out to poke Peggy but she had very fast reflexes and jumped away. 

The three girls headed to the kitchen, eating, and than heading to the city for A Winters Ball. Which was where Eliza caught sight of a young looking man, hair in a ponytail, freckles around his nose...

Requested by @alecisweird

Fandom: Hamilton

Ship: Platonic HamBurr

Summary: Burr and Hamilton love to play fight, but their play will often get a bit competitive

Hope you enjoy! 

On a cold winter’s day, your typical person would stay inside cuddled up in a warm blanket, binge watching some random sitcom on Netflix. But Burr and Hamilton were not your typical people, and they felt more like going outside for a nerf gun war. 

“Gotcha!”, Burr exclaimed, backing Hamilton up into a corner and raising his gun threateningly.

Hamilton just laughed and climbed down onto the floor to crawl between Burr’s legs. 

“Haha!”, Hamilton cried, dashing across to the other side of the garden, “You can’t get me!”

Burr cursed in frustration and aimed once again at the short little devil. Hamilton jumped to avoid the plastic bullet, firing his gun back at the same time. Burr tried to dodge the bullet but failed. Hamilton stopped running to admire his work; a confused Burr looking down at the bullet that had bounced from his arm to his shoe. 

Burr groaned as Hamilton collapsed in laughter. Unexpectedly though, he recovered quite quickly, able to load his gun and shoot Hamilton right in the ribs as he was laughing.

“Ow!”, Hamilton exclaimed, falling down, “Jesus Burr, that actually hurt!”

“Serves you right”, Burr said, offering Hamilton a hand to get up. His best friend gave him the “Fuck you” glare. Burr just laughed, “Oh come on Alex, you knew you had that coming!”

Hamilton lifted himself up, “I knew I was being a bit of a shit Burr, but seriously, that hurt. Go for my arms next time”.

Burr nodded, “Sure”. 

“I mean, come on!”, Alexander continued, “I was just playing! No need for you to shoot me right in the ribs like that! I mean, at least it wasn’t in my eye, but still, you could've at least been a bit more considerate”.

“Alexander”, Burr interrupted, but Hamilton just continued his rant.

“Don’t worry Burr, I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed with your behaviour. I mean, what if I were Theodosia? You would never treat her like that! You know how sensitive my ribs are!”.

Burr smirked, that gave him an idea.

“Talk less, smile more”, he said, a cheeky grin on his face.

Before Hamilton could process what Burr just said, he tackled him over.

“Oomph. Burr, what is this?”

“Maybe if your ribs hurt I can tickle them better!”, Burr remarked, before tasering his fingers into Hamilton's rib area. 

“Oh nohohohoho!”, Hamilton exclaimed, instantly squirming to get out of Burr’s grasp.

Burr had the height advantage however, and managed to keep Hamilton pinned to where he was. 

“Lehehehet me gohohoho!”

“Mm, rather not”, Burr said, wiggling his finger between the rib-bones. 

Hamilton tossed his head back in laughter, “Bihihihihitch!”

“Excuse me?”, Burr gasped in fake offence, “How dare you insult me! I’m just trying to ease the pain, it’s not my fault your sooooo ticklish (:”

Hamilton practically melted at Burr’s words, he couldn’t handle teases. 

“What was it you said? ‘Go for my arms next time?’“, Burr recounted, before clawing his hands under Hamilton’s arms.

“NOHOHOHO! BUHUHUHURR!”

Hamilton was squirming more than ever, he hated it when people found his death spot.

Well, he hated it in a way. In another way he didn’t hate it as much, in fact, he didn’t even dislike it. You could even say he loved it, though he’s never admit it aloud. Unfortunately for him however, he wasn’t so good at hiding his true feelings, and Burr picked up on it, much to his demise.

“Wow”, Burr commented, “Isn’t it strange how, despite your squirms and protests, I haven’t heard you say the word stop, not even once”

Hamilton howled with laughter as Burr tickled his underarms and ribs at the same time, the teases only heightening the ticklish feeling. 

“Do you like this Hammy?”

Hamilton couldn’t say anything, he could only laugh as his sanity was slowly draining from him, (not that he had much in the first place).

After another few seconds of torture, Burr stopped. 

He stood up, offering Hamilton a hand like he had before. 

Hamilton took it this time, standing up, and giving Burr a sharp pinch in the arm.

“Ow!”, he said.

Hamilton smiled, “Serves you right”.

This is a Hamilton tickle fic!

Summary: Philip has a lot in common with his parents, a little bit too much in fact.....

It all started with a simple phrase: The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

And it is something that is universally known: Like parent like child, like mother like daughter, like father like son.

Children often take things from their parents. Wether it be their eyes, their smiles, their shapes, their love of reading, their athletic skills, their talent or all of the above.

And in nine-year-old Philip Hamilton’s case, the statement could not be more true.

Philip had his mother’s smile and soothing voice, he had his father’s determination and dedication, he had both of his parents love and compassion. And he most certainly had the mischief passed down from both sides of the family.

The day Thomas Jefferson had met Philip, he had referred to him as a mini Alexander. This of course didn’t go down too well with Hamilton, because Jefferson was prone to using ‘Alexander’ as an insult. Yet little Philip didn’t mind, and even asked Thomas why.

“Why?”, Thomas repeated, “Your confidence, your pride, your posture”. And as Alexander was walking Philip home that night, he heard Jefferson mutter from behind them, “And his annoyingness”.

Luckily, Philip hadn’t heard that.

Another time that somebody had made a similar comment about Philip’s similarities with his parents was when his grandfather of the same name had stated: “Wow! You look identical to your mother when you smile!”. Alexander had shrugged, kissing his wife, “I know, it’s beautiful isn’t it?”.

But by far the most interesting time this had happened was on one sunny July afternoon. 

Philip, Alexander, Eliza, Burr and Angelica were all having a picnic at the park. Philip was preoccupied with throwing crumbs of his jam donut at the ducks in the lake, despite the fact that his parents had told him not to. Again, the Hamilton-Schuyler mischief.

Philip crouched down by the lake, extending an arm out with a small crumb in it. A small fluffy brown duck paddled up to him and started nibbling it from the young boy’s freckled fingers.

“Daddy daddy look!” Philip cried in delight, as more ducks swam towards him.

Alexander gasped, “Philip, no!”. He ran up to his boy and lifted him up by his torso. “Put me down!” he said, struggling, “The ducks are hungry!”

“Philip Hamilton, you should know better than to be crouching down beside the lake, you could have fallen in and got hurt!”, Alexander exclaimed.

“But the ducks are so cuuuute”, Philip whined, as Alexander marched him back to the picnic blanket.

“Wow”, Burr remarked, “The kids determined, like you Alexander!”

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” Eliza said, as Alexander placed the small boy on her lap. Philip sat up and pricked his ears up: “What does that mean?”.

Aaron Bur, having been a prized language student, smiled and explained, “You know how apples sometimes grow on trees?”.

“Yes” Philip said in interest. “Well”, Burr said, “You grew from your parents. And when apples fall, they land close to the tree they fall from. Like how you are close to your parents!”.

“Ohhhhh”, Philip said, “I get it now. But wait, what if a bird swoops down and carries the apple away from the tree?”.

The adults all laughed gently. “Outside of the box thinker”, Angelica said, “Just like your mother”.

Philip tilted his head to the side: “Are you saying that I look like a box to you, Auntie Angie?”.

The adults all laughed again, and Burr leaned over to poke Philip in the side playfully. The freckled boy squealed and jumped, making everyone smile.

“And there is something else he has in common with his father”, Eliza stated, fluttering her fingers against the ribs of the boy below her, “He’s insanely ticklish!”.

“Muhum!”, Philip giggled, squirming around, “Stohohohop!”

Eliza stopped and smirked up at her husband, who’s face was redder than a tomato. Philip jumped out of Eliza’s arms and jumped at his dad, tackling him down to the grass.

“Yeah, pops is very ticklish!” Philip exclaimed, before clawing his little fingers into his father’s belly.

Alexander burst out laughing, only squirming lightly as not to hurt his son.

“Pihihiihihip, stohohohohop it! Plehehehehase!”.

“Ah, no”, Philip stated, keeping up his attack. The other adults all watched fondly, smiles on their faces. 

“Hey, little buddy”, Burr said, tapping Philip on the shoulder, “Have you tried out his tummy button yet?”.

Philip smiled up at him before dipping his finger into the dreaded spot.

“NOHOHOHO PIHIHIHIHP, NOHOHOHOT NIHIHIHIHIHICE!”.

Burr grinned: “Oh, it must be nice”, he said, joining in with Philip and tickling Alexanders neck. Alexander squealed and pinned it to his chest: “NOHOHOHOHOHHO BUHUHUHUHURR!”.

“Hey, hey”, Burr said, putting a finger to his lips, “Talk less”. He dug his hands under the mans arms, wiggling his fingers into the hollows, “Smile more”.

Alexander collapsed in laughter, from both his son’s tickles and his friend’s tickles. 

“Ok”, Eliza chuckled in amusement,”Guys, don’t get carried away, you don’t want to kill him! Have a lettuce sandwich”, she offered.

Burr stoped and took the sandwich: “Thanks Eliza”. Yet Philip was still tickling his dad’s stomach and sides.

“Lettuce, eww!”, he remarked, not slowing his attack one bit.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHAT YOUR VEHEHEHEHEGETABLES!”, Alexander cried, kicking his legs out a little bit. A wide grinned sread across Philip’s face, “Nah, I’m hungry for something else pops”. 

Philip lifted up his dad’s shirt and lowered his head to his stomach.

Alexander’s eyes widened, “No,Philip, don’t you dare”.

Philip chuckled, causing Alexander to start wiggling from just the feeling of his son’s breath on his stomach, “I’m sorry daddy, but you do this to me all the time. I deserve a bit of revenge!”

And with that, Philip inhaled and blew.

“BAHAHAHAH PHIHIHIHIHILIP NOHOHO!”.

“Philip yes!”, the boy exclaimed, inhaling before blowing another one.

“SHIHIHIHT AHAHAHAHA!”.

“Alexander!”, Eliza exclaimed, shocked by the language coming from his husband’s mouth, “Not in front of Philip”.

“SOHOHOHHOHOHOHORRY!”, Alexander laughed, as Philip went to squishing the sides of his belly.

“NOHOHOHOHO, ANYTHING BUT THAHAHAHAT!”.

Eliza smirked, “You know, I was going to help defend you Alexander, but because of your foul language, I know longer feel motivated to do so”.

“EHEHEHELIZA!”

“That’s my name”, Eliza teased, poking at his husbands hips a bit. 

“NAHAHAHAHA ENOHOHOHHOUGH!”.

Eliza giggled and pulled her son off her husband lightly: “Come on Philip, he deserves a break”.

Philip giggled and sat up, running into Auntie Angie’s lap. Angelica humphed, Philip was getting to be really big! 

“I think a puberty growth spurt is just around the corner”, Angelica remarked.

Philip looked up at her, “What’s puberty? Will it make me stronger!”.

Philip flexed his muscles, and Angelica snuck a tickle under his arms.

“H-hey!”, he giggled, pinning them down to his sides.

Angelica shrugged cheekily, “It’s time to bring justice to your poor father!”. She wiggled her fingers up and down Philips belly and torso.

“Nohoho, Ahahahahangie”, the boy giggled, squirming lightly in his auntie’s arms.

“Sorry Pip, all in the name of justice”, Angelica teased.

“Yeah!”, Alexander remarked from the other side of the picnic rug, “Next time you’ll think twice about tickling your father!”.

Angelica dipped her finger into Philip’s button.

“SHIHIHIHIT!”.

Everyone gasped, and Angelica stopped.

“Philip, don’t say that word!”, Angelica remarked.

“Yeah”, Eliza added, “Your father’s a bad influence”.

Philip chuckled and smiled at his mother: “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”.

Of course! @djajfresh!

2. “How long have you been standing there?”

Warning, this is tooth rotting fluff, I’ve lost three teeth just from writing it.

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James smiled and tucked the duvet covers up around Aaron’ shoulders. He kissed the top of his head gently and laid back, Aaron staying right where he was. Attached to Madison’ side. James rolled onto his side, gently prying Burr’s hand off of him to take the taller man into his arms properly.

Aaron blinked his eyes awake and grinned. “Hi, love.”

“Nice nap?” James asked, yawning gently.

“Yup. Stay here for a bit longer?”

“Sounds good to me.” James smiled wider and the two switched around, this time Madison rested his head on Burr’s chest, listening to the consistent thumping of his heartbeat.

Then there was a loud, notably recognisable, cough from the doorway. The two looked up and chuckled. It was Thomas. Hand on hip, eyebrows raised and a jealous expression plastered on his face.

“How long have you been standing there?” Aaron laughed quietly.

Thomas took his hand off his hip and let them it slump by his side with the other one. “Long enough to know I feel left out!” He whined.

“Then get in bed?” James suggested dryly, an evident smirk resting on his lips.

Thomas made a childish face that the other two would never admit to finding endearing and tossed his coat off. He toed his socks and shoes off too before sliding in next to them. “Scooch over.” Jefferson demanded gently, wrapping his long limbs around Aaron and James.

James shuffled around until he was satisfyingly comfortable and within a short arms reach of Thomas’ hair. All while still hearing Aaron’s heartbeat. Perfect.

“I love you two...” He muttered sleepily, his eyelids fluttering in a doomed attempt to stay awake.

Thomas and Aaron were mildly taken a back. James was never the one to initiate the ‘I love you.’ He said it a total of three times. One of which when they were shitfaced, the other when completely sober and sane, and now this time.

“I love you both too...” Aaron beamed, pulling the covers up.

“Love you too, darlin’s.”

- - -

There go my teeth because this is too sweet

Paring: John Laurens x reader

AU: Modern

Warning: kissing, major fluff, implied smut

“John,” you teased as he made his way over to you crawling on his bed. You and John became close friends towards the end of high school and your bond grew stronger as you two entered the years of your early twenties. In the beginning you guys went to random high school parties with the boys and the Schuyler sisters to now drinking and bar hopping whenever you got the chance.

“You dare dethrone me? Not in my kingdom you must pay!” he joked pouncing on you making you squeal. Some of your friends like Alex, Lafayette, and Angelica truly believed it was more than just a friendship. But contrary to popular belief you two were only friends and never came close to stepping the boundaries of friendship.

Yeah you two probably thought of the idea of being more than friends a few times but you brushed the thought away not thinking much of it. “Please no, I didn’t mean it,” you pretended to beg for mercy as he crawled on you, one leg kneeling between your two.

“Hmm let me think about it,” he hummed tapping his finger, pretending to think. “How about…no.” And with that he began tickling you making you squirm under his touch. You became a laughing mess trying to move from under him but to no avail.

“John,” you cried out as your face flushed red and you could hardly breathe from the immense tickling. Your shirt slowly slid up a bit as your legs entangled with his.

“I’m not stopping until I hear a sorry, Y/N!” he continued moving closer towards you, holding you in place.

“Okay okay,” you managed to breathe out in between fits of laughter. “I’m sorry John I’ll never do it again,” you giggled, shutting your eyes close.

He stopped and you had a few seconds to catch your breath. When you opened your eyes John’s face was practically touching yours as you quietly watched each other trying to catch your breaths. You felt his warm hand on your bare waist making you blush. You could see his face turn red from nervousness, you both had the same thought.

Please kiss me.

He took your hand and placed it above your head before leaning down to kiss your lips. His were soft and inviting. As your hands intertwine his free hand makes it’s up your shirt to massage your breast. This dominance made you moan into the kiss allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth, exploring it. You felt so weak and helpless underneath John as he pleasured you, but you enjoyed every second of it. You buckled your hips against him to create more friction.

“Monsieur John-“ Lafayette said walking in but quickly stopping in his tracks. You two quickly pulled away breathing heavily. “I-uh, pardon me..I..um.. Monsieur Hamilton! They’re finally having the sex!” Lafayette said quickly scurrying out the room making the two of you laugh.

Word Count: 1,464

AUs: Modern, College, Soulmate

Genre: Fluuuuuff

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, mention of alcohol

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first Hamilton imagine, I hope you all enjoy. I'm quite nervous, feedback is very welcome. Please send in requests for characters and cast alike. Thank you!

    Life as a college student was kicking your ass, for lack of better phrasing. Exams were excruciating. You were sure that your body composition was at least thirty percent coffee at this point, on account of several sleepless nights dedicated to writing and studying. But now, that chapter has passed. It was as if the campus breathed a sigh of relief all at once. Currently, you sat across a couple of close friends, namely Aaron Burr and James Madison, in a quaint cafe you discovered during one of your several all nighters. The Schuyler sisters tagged along as well, Eliza sat at your right with her soulmate, Alexander, practically attached to her hip.

    “Alright Madison, what’s this bright idea you just had to drag us all out for?” Angelica quipped from your left, picking at the sandwich in front of her. James sat up a little straighter after being addressed, clearing his throat. “Right! As you all know, our friend Thomas has been away, studying abroad in Paris, for ages,” He began. Alex made a noise of discontent, earning a nudge from Eliza.

“What? He’s not my friend,” He returned, “don’t roll your eyes at me, Burr.” Everyone chuckled lightly as Eliza simply patted Alex’s shoulder, shutting him up momentarily. Soulmates had that effect on each other. You felt your chest tighten at the idea, shooting a quick glance to your wrist. The words imprinted there brought a wave of comfort over your being.

“What the fuck?” was elegantly scrawled across the flesh on your inner wrist– the first words you would hear your soulmate speak. It always made you laugh, daydreaming of the scenarios that could play out to elicit such words from the mouth of the one who was made for you. Your eyes returned forward, James opening his mouth to continue his prior thought.

“As I was saying,” James cut his eyes to Alexander, who remained silent, “Thomas is coming home in a week. I know we don’t all get along, but I figured it would be a good excuse to throw a party. Surprise Thomas, blow off steam after midterms, and get drunk.” He proposed, eyes dancing over the group. “Can I bring my boys?” Alex questioned, referring to Lafayette, Herc, and John Laurens, whom he was constantly with. You couldn’t blame him, they were good company to keep, and you often ended up around them when going out with the girls (as Alex could never let Eliza go alone). Burr nodded, “Bring whoever you want, we’re trying to make this as big as possible. You know how Thomas is.”

“So I finally get to meet this infamous Thomas?” You inquired. James smiled brightly. “I’m sure you’ll love him, he’s been my best friend for years.” As if his silence had a time limit, Alex piped up again, once again sharing his dislike for the man in question.

“Or maybe you won’t like him, (y/n), I mean I wouldn’t be able to blame you.” He shrugged, and you shook your head with a knowing smirk on your lips. “We’ll see Hamilton, we’ll see.”

A few days later, dress shopping was in order. Eliza and Angelica were tucked off in dressing rooms while Peggy roamed the store with you. The both of you shuffled through racks, making small talk as you went.

“So, what’s this Thomas like?” You questioned, shifting your gaze from clothing to your friend. She thought for a moment, fingers brushing over a dress made of crushed velvet. “He’s charming, but not the most agreeable guy around. Girls flock to him though, a real ladies’ man.” You laughed at her description, questioning how he kept guys like Aaron and James as friends. Perhaps there was one in every friend group, a helpless flirt. John Laurens certainly matched that description, as you recalled many harmless passes he made at you, it seemed Thomas was that way as well.

“Oh, (y/n), you have to try this on!” Peggy pulled you from your thoughts, shoving a little black dress in to your arms and herding you to a dressing room. It fit perfectly, hugging to your sides like a second skin. It exposed your shoulders, forming a straight line across your chest, the long sleeves flaring at your wrists. It made you feel confident and striking, and the light in Peggy’s eyes seemed to agree. “Perfect! Just like I thought. No need to thank me.” She winked and you smiled at your reflection, eager for the weekend.

Saturday arrived with little to no excitement along the way. You were clad in the dress Peggy blessed you with. With sharp wings lining your eyes and your lips adorned with the color the color of wine, you felt dangerous, alluring. John, without missing a beat, whistled and handed you a cup of booze. “Damn, (y/n), I bet Thomas is going to fall right on his ass when he sees you. Givin’ all those French girls a run for their money, huh?” You giggle, taking a sip of what he handed you–coke and rum.

“Tsk, tsk, Laurens, what would your soulmate think.” You teased causing him to roll his eyes. “You know it’s all talk. Gotta practice for the big day.” He reasoned, flashing his wrist with a large smile. The words “you charmer” etched into his skin, the penmanship loopy and frilly. “Keep on practicing, you charmer.” You joked, lifting your cup slightly as you dipped and headed towards Angelica. Several minutes passed and James’ voice eventually rose above everyone’s conversations.

“Thomas is just a few minutes away! The party will resume at full volume after his arrival, so please, stay quiet and get in your places. Don’t forget to yell a big surprise!” James was giddy, you could tell. Happy his best friend was finally coming home, you couldn’t blame him. You stood beside him and Aaron, talking in hushed voices about the location of the soon-to-arrive Thomas Jefferson.

A hush fell over the room as the door knob jiggled. Excitement buzzed in the atmosphere and you couldn’t resist the lively smile that played on your lips. The few seconds that passed seemed like hours as they stretched on, everyone jittering and waiting for someone to come through the door. Then he did.

He, Thomas, stepped over the threshold, a barrage of “surprise!” (including the shout that spilled from your lips) assaulted his ears. He was obviously spooked, eyes wide and darting from face to face. “What the fuck?” He awkwardly chuckled, cocking his eyebrows once his eyes settled on James, who left your side to greet his friend.

A tingling on your wrist stole your attention from the scene of reunion to the patch of flesh that was now alight with feeling. Your chest swelled. Eyes flickering back up, it was obvious Thomas was feeling it too, his gaze directed at his wrist; undoubtedly sharing the same feeling. You drank in his appearance. His curls were gorgeous, perfectly wild, framing his face like a work of art. His facial hair accented his features divinely and his height would be intimidating if you weren't already so infatuated.

Thomas’ eyes snapped to yours and you felt something within you click. Those beautiful, warm eyes bore into yours. A blush rose to your cheek as he strode towards you, a devilish grin on his face. All eyes were on the both of you as he reached his hand towards you. You obliged, letting your hand be consumed in his warmth, his lips dancing lightly on your skin for a brief moment.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, darlin’. What's your name?” Thomas inquires, southern accent evident in his speech. It made your heart flutter. You could see what Peggy meant by charming.

“I'm (y/n).” You responded, voice failing you in all the excitement. He grinned, squeezing your hand gently. All you wanted was to get away from the party, to get to know him in peace and quiet. But the chatter that surrounded you was a reminder that you indeed weren't alone, and this was his welcome home celebration.

“I knew you would like him, (y/n)!” James laughed, clapping Thomas on the back. Several of your friends congratulated you, giving you a brief hug, aside from Alex who was completely bewildered. “Of course you're Thomas’ soulmate, you poor girl! It's so ironic I should have seen it coming!” Alex shook his head.

“Oh hush Hamilton, this is my moment.” You pointed and you heard Thomas laugh heartily beside you. It was like music to your ears, you could listen to it all day.

prompt: “i’ll be fine, i promise.” and “it isn’t up for debate.”

paring: john laurens x reader summary: reader decides to let loose to forget her workload, but she may need a bit more help getting home word count: 393 authors note: so this has been posted before, but I have decided to move @ adotburrn to a side blog ( @illumelise is my new main blog). so if you have read this before, thanks for reading again! if you haven’t read this, thank you for reading!

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE: this was my first drabble so forewarning!

One more shot you kept telling yourself. You’d lost count of the many, many alcoholic drinks you had consumed, but at least you had a reason. Work had swamped you as your boss had piled on an exorbitant amount of assignments. 

When you left work, you had two options: finish the assignments before the weekend or go out drinking and forget about it. You chose the fun option.

As you were sitting at the bar, it almost felt like someone was watching you. In your drunken haze, you turned your head to the left. Nobody. 

Looking the opposite direction however, you met the eyes of an attractive freckled man who quickly turned away. Around him, his friends chuckled as they seemingly teased the man.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Turning back to the bar, you faced another shot of vodka, which you gladly took. Deciding that it would be your last shot, you pushed yourself off of the cushioned bar stool and headed towards the door.

Stumbling through the tables of drunken men, you noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye approaching you.

As he got closer, you recognized him as the man you had seen earlier. He gently grabbed your forearm and lead you closer to the door while you willingly obliged.

Once you exited the bar, you turned towards the mystery man. Damn he looks better up close.

“You looked like you were having a bit of trouble walking, just wanted to lend a hand. I’m John” he said sweetly, holding his hand out.

“Thanks, I’m y/n. I guess I’ll be on my way,” you shook his hand, then tried to walk past him but he stepped in line of your direction with a concerned look on his face.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own? I’m more than happy to walk you home safe. It can get a bit dangerous out here” 

You shook your head, “I’ll be fine, I promise.” However, he wouldn’t budge.

“It isn’t up for debate,” he swiftly linked arms with you, “so madam, which way to your humble abode?”