#ler!hamilsquad

Hello gigglers!

It’s been forever since I wrote a tickle fic, let alone a Hamilton one, so please forgive me if this is a bit meh. Anyways, I haven’t been in the Hamilton fandom for a while, so my characterisation won’t be perfect, but I hope the cuteness remains intact! 

Requested by: @crispygalaxypanda 

Fandom: Hamilton

Prompt: Lee!Laurens Ler!Hamilsquad

Summary: Laurens is desperate to be the centre of attention, so the gang grant his wishes. 

“I have seen wonders great and small!”, John Laurens proclaimed, standing upon a pedestal of his own making: a mini wooden chair. Marquis Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan nodded in agreement, while Alexander Hamilton tried to pull Laurens from the chair, fed up with his antics. He hadn’t had a single drink, yet the man had been in lunacy since they’d arrived at the deserted pub, dangerously jumping from chair to table and putting on a show for his three best friends. Whilst two of them appreciated it greatly, one of them was beyond sick of it, as he was the subject of his friends’ jokes. 

Laurens kicked gently at Hamilton as the short man yanked at his arm, causing the latter to stumble backwards. “See, if the Tomcat can get married”, John teased, shaking his head at the defeated man, “Well, I guess there may be hope for our asses after all!” Lafayette slammed a glass against the table, Mulligan bent his knees for a rhythmic sway, and Hamilton stared at Laurens with a murderous gaze. 

“I find it ironic how we preach about freedom”, Lafayette chimed in, “When Hamilton will never see freedom again!” They all laughed, including Hamilton, which he hated to admit. 

“Ah ah ah!”, exclaimed Laurens, pointing directly at Alexander, “Was that a laugh I just heard”. 

“Oh shut up!”, the short man snapped, trying to sound intimidating but not being able to hide his true feelings of playful joy. Yes, he would have to spend plenty of time with his wife for the rest of his life, and as much as he loved her, it was nice just hanging out with his friends and acting like children. Suddenly, Aaron Burr entered, carrying a newspaper, (honestly, who reads those in 2023? Why couldn’t he just listen to a Podcast or something?).

Burr smiled brightly at Alexander, coming to congratulate his friend with a formal hug, not noticing the banter in the air. “I see the whole gang is here”, he remarked, looking to the other three. Laurens’ eyes glinted: a new man entering the bar meant a new target. He jumped off the chair with a loud thud.

“Well I heard you've got a special someone on the side Burr”, Laurens stated, patting the other man’s back with force. 

Burr stumbled forward, “Wh-what?”

“A lady!”, Laurens announced, “Burry is getting busy with a chicky!”

Burr shook his head and rolled his eyes towards Alexander: “He in one of his moods?”

Hamilton sighed, “I’m afraid so”.

“What moods?”, Lafayette tempted, “Laurens is behaving normally, he always gets jealous when he isn’t the centre of attention!”

Laurens glared at him: “Am not!”

“Are too!”, Hamilton said, glad he could tease the other man back, “Your jealous that I got a wedding yesterday and all you got was a uniform suit and a bag of flowers!”

Laurens was about to retaliate, when Burr said, “Now don’t be mean to the guy. If he wants attention, just give it to him”. Burr: the practical one, not influenced by playful pressures.

Just than, Laurens jumped up onto a chair, wishing to declare his point with majesty, yet tripped and fell clumsily onto his back. Burr’s eyes widened with worry: “Are you alright!?!” The others just snickered, knowing the guy would be fine. 

Laurens groaned and rubbed his head. “I’m ok”, he admitted, “Can I stay lying here? It’s nice. I like staring at the roof and contemplating what an attention seeker I am”.

“Aww, John, don’t be like that”, Burr said, “They were just teasing, weren't you?”. He looked towards the other three, standing next to each other in a line. “Well actually-” Laf interjected, before receiving a slap from the men on either side of him. 

“Yeah”, Hercules said, “We were just having a go at you”.

“Though if attention is what you want”, Lafayette said, running up to Laurens’ side to avoid slaps, “Than I’d be happy to give it to you-”

Laf ducked down and smirked at Laurens, who was still lying on the floor. “Wait-”

Before he knew it, Laf was digging his fingers into Laurens’ sides, causing the freckly boy to laugh and toss around against his will. 

“Nohoho!”, the boy laughed, “Anythihihing buhuhut tihihihickles!”

Hamilton looked a little flustered, standing and watching the whole ordeal. Burr just shook his head and crept up beside Laf; “Come on guys, really?”

“GUHUHUHUYS?!?”, Laurens exclaimed, his laughter growing louder as Laf began pinching at his sensitive ribs, “THIHIHIS IHISHISN’T MY FAUHAHAHLT!”

“Well what did you expect?”, Burr explained, looking away from the mess below him, “You act a certain way, you should expect this sort of behaviour from your friends.

Laurens let out some high-pitched giggles as Lafayette creeped one hand under his left arm. In a high pitched voice, he uttered: “Ohohoho come on Buhuhuhurr! Lihihike your above thihihis! EEE!”.

Aaron looked down, noticing that John’s freckled cheeks had gone all pink. He walked up to the men on the floor and smirked: “Above this? I never claimed to be”. 

Suddenly, Burr thrusted his hand under Lauren’s right arm, causing him to screech and toss from left to right as both underarms were attacked.

Herc nodded to Alex, as if making a mutual decision, and they each stood on a side of Laurens and focused on poking at an unprotected spot. 

Whilst Laurens was collapsing in high pitched and blushy laughter and giggles, Laf was tickling his ribs, Burr was tickling his underarms, Hamilton was poking at his sides and hips and Mulligan was gently squeezing his knees. 

“NOHOHO, IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!”

Laf smiled brightly, kneading towards the side of Laurens’ ribs, which he noted were significantly more ticklish, “Isn’t this the attention you craved?”

Laurens scrunched his eyes shut and shook his head, biting his lip to supress laughter.

“Well there’s hardly a point if he’s not laughing”, Burr commented, before standing up. Laurens shook the after-tickles from his arms, as the other three began to back off. Laurens panted, stood up, and smiled at the others.

“Maybe you guys were right”, he said, grinning brightly and swinging an arm around Hamilton and Lafayette’s shoulders, “Maybe I did just need attention all along”.

Hamilton chuckled and shook his head, “Okay, sure, just don’t make fun of me again, or there will be seconds!”

Laurens gasped in mock offence, grinning widely, before jumping onto a different undersized chair. 

“Raise a glass!”, he declared, lifting an air-glass, “To the Tom Cat!”

Request from @duckymcdoorknob

Fandom: Hamilton

Prompt: Laughing in French

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Lafayette loved to wreck people.

He was a natural at tickling, his favourite victims being Hamilton and Herc. Every time Hamilton said something that could be interpreted as ‘dumb’  or ‘grumpy’, Laf turned to the magic of his fingers to make him withdraw his statement. Most of the time, Lafayette wouldn’t even have to touch Hamilton, as his smirk and threatening wiggling fingers were enough to get Hamilton giggling sheepishly and surrendering. It wasn’t as easy with his boyfriend Herc, as he wasn’t as squirmishly ticklish, but a well aimed poke to his belly meant the end for him. 

And you may be wondering where he got these ler skills from. After all, he was an immigrant, gay revolutionary who spoke English as his second language, you would think he had more important things to worry about. 

Well, his fingers were a big part of it. They were long and skinny and were capable of both light traces and firm touches. But that wasn’t all. 

Another big part of it was an experience that took place in his earliest days with the Hamilsquad. This was back when he wasn’t yet the best at English. He could speak fluently, but still messed up on quite a few words, anarchy being one of them. On that particular day, he was tired and wanted to leave the bar, but a very drunk Hamilton wanted to stay back. 

“Come on”, he’d urged, “Time is tickling”.

The other three men looked at him in confusion, before they burst into laughter. Lafayette, confused, asked them what they were laughing about.

“Ticking”, Laurens said, “The word is ticking”.

Lafayette shrugged, “That's what I said, tickling”.

The group erupted into laughter again, and Lafayette also noticed that in addition to the three men laughing, Hamilton had a strong red coat of blush going from his cheekbones to his neck. 

“Come on guys, what's so funny?”

“You have the wrong word”, Alexander squeeked.

“Wrong word? What wrong word?”.

Hamilton chuckled, “Lafayette, there is a difference between ticking and tick-”

Suddenly, Hamilton stopped speaking. He looked down to the floor, his blush going darker. 

Laurens chuckled, “Oh come on man! Don’t tell me you can’t say tickle!”

And that was when it hit Laf: tickling and ticking. 

“Ohhh”, he said, “Yeah guys, you were right. I meant to say, ‘Time is ticking’“.

But the other men weren’t focused on him now. Instead, they were cooing at Alexander.

“Wow, you can’t even say the word?”

“Shut Up”.

“I’ll make you shut up!”.

That was when Laurens tackled Hamilton over and started wrecking him. It was a gorgeous sight to Laf; two men, laughing together, rolling around, play fighting. It than occurred to Lafayette that he hadn’t seen anybody be wrecked since he was a young child. At that moment, Lafayette took an immediate interest in tickling. After weeks and weeks of watching and observing Hamilton being wrecked by Laurens, he gathered all of the knowledge he needed to be a good ler himself. When he first started joining in with the tickling, it was quite a surprise, but the group got used to it and, after weeks of witnessing his tickling skills, crowned Lafayette the Squad Tickle Monster. That was around the time he started dating Herc. 

And now they were here, at The Place To Be bar, and Lafayette was wrecking Hamilton. 

“Nohohoho stohohohop!”

“Stop? Stop what?”

Hamilton practically screamed, his laughter bucking up as Lafayette dug into his hip bones. 

“Okay”, Laurens said, intervening, “Thats enough. I’d rather have a living boyfriend than a dead one”. 

Lafayette chuckled, “Fine, but that remark was pathetic”.

Hercules kissed Laf’s cheek, “I know your my boyfriend Laffy, but sometimes I think you can be a little too mean to my friends”.

“Pffft, mean? Hamilton was practically asking for it, we all know how much he loooves being tickled”.

Hamilton winced softly. Laurens wrapped an arm around his boyf. “Relax Hamilton, I’ll protect you from this evil man”, he said, gesturing to Lafayette.

“You think you have it bad, I’m his boyfriend. I’m not even that ticklish, and yet he still manages to tear me to pieces every morning!”, Herc stated.

Lafayette laughed cockily, “Well, what are you gonna do about it huh?”

The men pondered this for a moment. They all knew that Laf wasn’t ticklish, unless....

“Lafayette, have you got any secret tickle spots we haven’t tried?”, Laurens asked inocently.

“Well”, Herc said, “Iv’e gone for all of the commonly ticklish places: The feet, the armpits, the belly, the neck”.

“Have you tried his knees?”, Hamilton asked. Lafayette snickered, he knew that that was one of Alex’s worst spots.

Laurens turned to Herc, “Based on that reaction, I don’t think he’s ticklish there”.

“Hold up a second”, Herc said, before gently nudging Laf to the floor and sitting on his stomach, pinning him, “I wanna try this”.

Herc started gently squeezing Lafayette’s knees. 

And that was when he felt it.

An electric current, traveling from his knees to his whole body, urging his mouth to let out a shriek of laughter. It couldn’t be....was he actually ticklish?

He barked out a laugh, not being able to say anything. He hadn’t felt this feeling since he was little, he’s almost forgotten how bubbly yet unbearable it was.

Hercules’ eyes widened, stopping the squeeze, “No way! Could it be, my evil tickle monster boyfriend is ticklish?”

Lafayette could hardly believe it himself. He suddenly regretted all his cockiness and sassiness from earlier. He looked around the room to see that everyone was smirking cheekily. Uh-oh. 

“Well, well, well”, Alexander said, crouching down beside Herc, “It’s about time you got a taste of your own medicine!”.

At that moment, he felt two sets of hands squeezing a and tickling his upper legs and knees. He couldn’t help but collapse into loud, hearty laughter. 

“Boy, looks like the tables have turned on you Gilly!”, Hamilton remarked, drilling his thumbs into his hips, mimicking Laf’s actions from earlier. This caused the man to double over in laughter, squirming harder and cackling louder.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“What is it little Laf? Can you not take what you dish out?”.

Since when was Hamilton such a tease!

Laurens walked over to the other three, whipping out his phone and taking pictures.

“No!”, Lafayette cried, squealing as Herc got a perfectly aimed poke to his thigh, “Do not post those!”. 

“Sorry”, Laurens said, “It’s already on the group chat. Breaking news: the worlds greatest tickler is ticklish himself!”. 

This caused the three men to laugh, giving them less energy to precisely aim the tickles, causing them to stop. 

Lafayette panted, though Herc didn’t move a muscle. 

The three men looked down at him evilly once again. Hercules leaned down and kissed his cheek, “Your adorable baby”.

This made Laf blush. 

“Who wouldv’e known!”, Laurens remarked, “He even laughs in French!”

The three men laughed. Lafayette rolled his eyes, “Shut up”.

“Okay”, Herc said, closing his mouth and letting his fingers talk instead.

“NOHOHOHOHAHAH!”

“There it is, that sweet French laughter”, Hercules teased.

Now, you would think that after this event Lafayette would resign his role as the group tickle monster. However, nothing could be further from the truth. He continued tickling, despite the fact that he got tickled back every time. 

5, Take A Break, as prompted by @https://ifgremlinsweretall.tumblr.com/

Summary: Alexander is always either working or thinking about working. The squad sure do miss his laughter!

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Lafayette, Laurens and Mulligan were all enjoying a fun and festive night together. They were gathered at Laurens’ house, the three of them sitting around a table and laughing their damn heads off. Hamilton was supposed to be there, but he was late, so they took this as an opportunity to make fun of him behind his back. Right now, they were sharing his sleep talking stories. See, Hamilton worked so hard that he even worked in his sleep! As the three men laughed and exchanged the funniest essays Hamilton had recited in his sleep, including an essay about how much Hamilton wanted to hit Jefferson with a chair, said man walked into the room quietly with none of them noticing. It wasn’t until Lafayette through his head back in laughter that he caught sight of the short man.

“Merde! Alex is here!”, he cried, pointing a finger at him. The other two men stopped laughing to look over at their hardworking friend. The reason he was so late became evident to them upon first glance: his hair was knotty and he had bags under his eyes. 

“Alexander, how long have you been working for?”, Laurens asked, some concern in his voice. 

Hamilton pouted, “How long have you guys been talking about me for?”

Laurens stood up and wrapped an arm around Hamilton’s shoulder, “Not long, sit”. He gestured a seat between him and Mulligan. He sat. 

“Liar”, Mulligan grumbled, turning his head away.

“Excuse me?”, Laurens retorted.

“Alex, we’ve been talking about you for ages”.

“Really?”, Hamilton asked.

“Yeah”, Mulligan said, “But it was all in good fun. We were discussing the essays you write in your sleep.”

“What?!”

“Yeah”, Laurens said, “Dear Mister President, I humbly ask that you knock Jeffershit off the team. He is a stupid face.”

Hamilton groaned, “Shut up”.

“You work yourself to the bone Alexander!”, Laurens remarked, “Even in your sleep! Do you ever take a break?”

Hamilton nodded, “Well, I am now aren’t I?”

There was silence. Than, Lafayette and Mulligan burst out laughing. 

“Wohow, he destroyed you John!”, Laf remarked.

“Oh come on”, Laurens complained, “We all know that this won’t last. You always come late and leave early. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that your not actually taking a break. Your thinking about work right now!”

“Am not!”, Alexander defended.

“Are too”, Laurens snapped back, “Honestly, it’s about time you stopped stressing yourself out and laughed with us. Jeez, I haven’t heard you laugh in ages.”

This was true. Hamilton did claim to be taking breaks, meeting up with his mates, but they weren’t actual breaks. He never let himself go and goofed around with the rest of them. He always seemed so formal and tight; the squad missed the old Alex. 

Hamilton sighed, “Okay John, fine. Maybe I don’t laugh with the rest of you. Maybe I’m always stressed. Maybe my breaks aren’t real breaks. But there is nothing I can do to change that!”

The three men thought for a second, before Laf came up with an idea.

“Hey, I know how to make you laugh”.

As soon as Alex saw Laf’s cheeky smile, he knew exactly what he was thinking.

“No, not today please”, Hamilton said, slowly backing away from the table.

Laurens and Mulligan caught on immediately.

“Yeah?”, Laurens said, “And why not?”

The three men stood up, huge grins on their faces, menacingly approaching Hamilton.

“No, no guys. Don’t do this! You know better than this!”

Mulligan chuckled and charged at Hamilton. The little man squealed and bolted for a run, but it was too late, he had Hamilton in a tight grasp. 

The man kicked around, desperately trying to escape. But when he saw the looks on Laurens and Laf’s faces as they approached him, he knew he was fucked. He just prayed they’d take it easy on him.

“Aww, don’t try to escape Alexander. We all know that you are due for a bit of laugher”, Laurens teased, before digging into the captured man’s ribs.

“No!”, Hamilton cried, “Nohohoho!”

“Now there’s that beautiful laughter we’ve all been waiting for!”, Laurens announced with glee, as Laf joined him in tickling the man to bits. 

Laurens kept up an assault on his rib and torso area, whilst Lafayette danced his fingers on Alex’s sensitive stomach. The man was reduced to a giggling, squirming mess in seconds.

“Wow!”, Laurens remarked, “Your still just as ticklish as you were last time. Funny how things stay the same, isn’t it?”

Alexander jerked back and forward, “Shuhuhuhut uhup!”

“Ooo, you should know better than to say that to Laurens, considering the position your in”, Lafayette teased, crawling his fingers into his tummy button, making him full on lose it.

“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“I don’t know what your doing Laf, but it’s working”, Laurens joked.

“STOHOHOHOP! HEHEHERC, LEHET ME GOHOHOHO!”

“Nope”, Mulligan responded simply, “Your finally taking a break, you should be grateful too us!”

Lafayette stopped the belly tickling, and went on to the man’s neck, making him giggle and pin it to his chest.

“Aww, your giggle is adorable Alexander”, Laurens cooed, joining Laf in attacking his neck and shoulder area. 

Hamilton only giggled in response. His cheeks were completely flushed, and he had the widest smile on his face.

“Say, are you enjoying this Alexander?”, Laurens asked.

“Noho!”, Hamilton lied. Yes, yes he was. Finally, his mind got to take a break. He wasn’t thinking at all about work, only about the ticklish sensations his friends were giving him.

“Sure you aaaaare”, Laurens cooed, scratching behind Alex’s ear, making him squeak and hide the side of his head to his shoulder. 

“Okay, this is cute and all, but I think we’ve attacked your neck enough”, Lafayette observed.

“Aww, Laf, don’t be such a party pooper”, John whined. 

“Nah, I just think it’s about time we got him in his worst spot”.

Laurens chuckled, “You, you don’t mean”.

“Yes I do!”.

Hamilton’s eyes widened. Mulligan dragged Hamilton gently to the floor and lifted his arms above his head. Soon, Lafayette was at one underarm and Laurens was at another. Hamilton collapsed into loud, shrieky laughter.

“NOHOHO!”

Hamilton desperately tried to pull his arms down to defend himself, but he couldn’t.

“Wow”, Laurens said, “You were right Lafayette, this is more fun!” Are you enjoying this too Alex?”

Hamilton could only laugh and squeal. The men were being ruthless. But yeah, he kinda enjoyed this too. Though, even Hamilton had his limits. 

“Plehehease”, Hamilton begged, “I cahan’t tahake it anymohore”.

The men guessed that was their cue to stop.

They stepped away from him, letting him catch his breath.

“I *pant* hate *pant* all of you”.

“Oh, but we know you love us”, Mulligan said back.

Hello giggly messes! This is a Hamilton tickle fic that I wrote in my T fic diary a few months ago.

Summary: Aaron Burr sees himself as mature, but he can have a little fun from time to time....

Burr could be described as many things: Precise, motivated, determined, intelligent; but playful certainly wasn’t one of them. No, not Aaron Burr. He was a serious and productive man, not a silly slacker. Unfortunately for him however, he was constantly surrounded by some of the most weird, bouncy, silly men in town: Laurens, Hamilton, Mulligan and Lafayette. 

I mean sure, they were hard workers, trying to get their points across, and they’d made great progress. Folks looked up to them as inspirational figures, representatives. But boy, the four men had overactive goofball sides.

“Dream on Hamilton”, Laurens said, softly punching his friend’s arm. 

Alexander groaned: “Just you wait Laurens, just you wait”.

The four men were seated at The Place To Be Bar as usual, and they and Burr were the only ones there. Well, there was a reason for that, it was very early in the morning. 

Burr was sitting alone at a seperate table from the revolutionaries, drinking in silence. The men had invited him over, but he said that he was fine. In actuality, he wasn’t, for he had recently received the news that Theadosia’s husband had returned from battle, and that they were functioning as a normal couple once again. He thought that perhaps he could drink away his sadness, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the four men seated at the table beside him. He decided to wait till they’d leave. 

“Wait, wait for what?”, Laurens said, “For Washington to become aware of your existence?”. Lafayette let out a snicker at that. 

“Shut up”, Hamilton groaned, taking another sip.

“Don’t tell Laurens or Laf to shut up”, Hercules said. 

Listening in on the conversation, Burr knew that they’d be there a while. He got up to leave the bar, perhaps he could come back late at night when it was completely empty. 

“Yo, Aaron Burr, where you goin’?”, Laurens asked, turning to him. 

“Home”, Burr stated.

Hamilton raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. “You don’t just walk into a bar, sit alone, take a few sips and leave. Whats up Burr, is everything alright?”, Hamilton asked.

Burr just sighed as he walked up to the men, Lafayette patting a spare seat beside him for Burr to sit himself down in. 

“Actually”, he said, “Everything’s not ok. Something bad has happened”.

Burr wouldn’t give specifics, the men knew nothing of Theadosia, or any woman for that matter. But the four seemed to understand that Burr wasn’t comfortable giving details, and they accepted that. 

Lafayette swung a comforting arm around Burr’s shoulder and pat his back. Burr just looked downwards at the floor. 

“Thanks”, he muttered.

“What was that?”, Lafayette asked, softly poking Burr’s side. Lafayette intended this to just be a harmless friendly gesture, and was shocked when Burr shrieked and jumped in the air. Burr looked at the four men staring at him, and realising what just happened, blushed intensely.

“Sorry”, he said, embarrassed, “Just a bit sensitive”.

“Sensitive?”, Laurens said, “Sensitive as in ticklish?”.

Burr shivered at the word: No, not ticklish. 

‘Ticklish’ was childish and playful, Aaron Burr was not.

“No”, he responded, trying to sound calm, “Just sensitive”.

When Burr looked away, Laurens winked at Lafayette. Laf got the message and grinned deviously.

“Are you sure your not ticklish?”, he said, poking Burr’s side with more meaning this time. This time, Burr didn’t shriek, he squealed.

Jeez, why did bad things have to happen to good people?

“So, your sad. Need some cheering up Mon Ami?”, Lafayette asked as he wiggled his fingers at Burr cheekily. 

“Ok”, he chuckled, standing up, “Thats enough of that”. He turned to leave the bar.

“Get ‘im”, Hercules said.

And soon, Burr was running, dashing out of the bar as four goofs chased him. 

No, even if they caught him, he wasn’t ticklish, right? What was the point in running.

Nope, Burr was done lying to himself. He was done resisting.

He was childish, he was playful, and he was enjoying the chase. 

And yes, he was ticklish. Very damn ticklish.

He was about to leave the bar when Hamilton grabbed his arm. 

“Aaron Burr, sir. Why out so soon?”, he teased as he tackled the man to the ground.

Burr lay on the ground, completely at the mercy of the four men.

They quickly assumed their positions: Hercules holding Burr’s arms above his head, Alexander and John on his left side and and Lafayette on his right.

“So”, Laurens said, a huge grin on his freckled face, “For the last time Burr, are you ticklish?”.

Burr wiggled with anticipation, bubbling up inside of him like a cold pint of beer. He couldn’t stop the smile tweaking the corner of his lips. He didn’t say anything, which was an answer in itself, and the four men grinned wider.

And finally, they dug in.

Lafayette danced his fingers up and down Aaron’s ribs, Laurens scuttled across his neck and Hamilton poked at Burr’s fully exposed underarms, annotating fingers. Mulligan was the muscle keeping Burr down.

And he didn’t even try not to laugh, he just laughed loudly and freely, squirming madly. All of his saddened thoughts of Theadosia just disappeared in his laughter. 

Sure, he was embarrassed out of his mind, but this was still the best he’d felt in ages. But they wouldn’t know that.

“Ha! You like this!”, Lafayette remarked as he scuttled his fingers down to Burr’s belly. 

Burr turned red: “Dohohohoho nohohohohohot!”.

“Do to!”, Lafayette remarked, “You haven’t even asked us to stop, I can see it in your eyes. Your not upset anymore, are you?”.

Burr felt like he could melt; both from Lafayette’s words and the unbearably ticklish sensations all over his body.

“So Burr, whats your worst spot, hmm?”, Laurens asked, narrowing his eyes at Burr.

“Nohohohoho plehehehehehease!”, he laughed.

“No Please? Iv’e taken many biology classes, but Iv’e never heard of the No Please before”, Hamilton chuckled, the other three men groaning at his pathetic joke.

Hamilton’s underarm pokes were what was getting at Burr the most. Being tickled in such a vulnerable place without being able to protect it: pure torture. 

Hamilton seemed to notice this, and replaced his poking with wiggling fingers. 

That was when Burr cracked.

“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAWP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”.

At those words, the men quit it.

“Oh, so your underarms are your worst spot?”, Hamilton teased as Burr sat up, panting.

“You feeling better now Mon Ami?”, Laf asked, swinging an arm over Burr’s shoulder.

He was feeling better, a hell of a lot better. He hadn’t remembered the last time he felt so good. Maybe he should be playful more often.

He didn’t know why he did it, perhaps it was a tickle aftershock or spell or something. But in a second, he was viciously tearing his way through the bar at Laurens, who he knew was ticklish from a time he saw him get wrecked by the other men once. 

Laughter can do the impossible: I guess it really is the best medicine.