Hamilton Recs: Various 'Ships
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aliunde_recsAlways By Your Side (690 Words) by awlenrose
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Angelica/Eliza, Hamilton/Washington
Summary: In which Washington is incapacitated, Hamilton frets, and Eliza can’t help but heal in whatever way she can.
Crosswire (1,712 Words) by Anonymous
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: George Washington/Lawrence Washington, Alexander Hamilton/George Washington
Summary: He could be in any hotel room, in any country, at any time from across the past twenty years. Lying here, under a set of white sheets and down comforter, watching the darkness swirl on the backs of his eyelids, waiting for Lawrence to pick up the phone.
"Hello, brother."
Bad Company (2,914 Words) by mariecherie
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/George Washington, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens
Summary: They walk down the centre aisle of the church towards the altar, and Alex finds his eyes drawn to the painted relief of Jesus bearing down over them from the sanctuary. The colours are worn, but garish streaks of blood are still bright along the sides of his contorted face, leading like arrows down to a chiselled abdomen, sinewy arms and lean thighs. He swallows thickly and looks away, meeting Washington’s curious gaze.
“Feeling nostalgic?” He hums, stepping in to place a hand on Alex’s waist.
“Oh- ah… Not really. Never liked mass much.”
Hold My Tongue (5,925 Words) by my_deer_friend
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/Henry Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens
Summary: At the Thanksgiving dinner - opulent, excessive and familial without being properly warm - Alex catches Henry staring at him over the green beans.
Although Henry narrows one eye at being caught, he doesn’t look away. This is new. Alex searches his face for some clue as to why Henry has chosen to fixate on him. The conversation swells around them, and for just a moment no one is paying them any attention.
He sees the fiery flash again - is it loathing, or fear? Revulsion? Disdain?
Wait.
Oh.
Oh, no...
Henry holds his gaze steadily, and nudges him silently towards his realisation.
Oh, fuck.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Angelica/Eliza, Hamilton/Washington
Summary: In which Washington is incapacitated, Hamilton frets, and Eliza can’t help but heal in whatever way she can.
Crosswire (1,712 Words) by Anonymous
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: George Washington/Lawrence Washington, Alexander Hamilton/George Washington
Summary: He could be in any hotel room, in any country, at any time from across the past twenty years. Lying here, under a set of white sheets and down comforter, watching the darkness swirl on the backs of his eyelids, waiting for Lawrence to pick up the phone.
"Hello, brother."
Bad Company (2,914 Words) by mariecherie
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/George Washington, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens
Summary: They walk down the centre aisle of the church towards the altar, and Alex finds his eyes drawn to the painted relief of Jesus bearing down over them from the sanctuary. The colours are worn, but garish streaks of blood are still bright along the sides of his contorted face, leading like arrows down to a chiselled abdomen, sinewy arms and lean thighs. He swallows thickly and looks away, meeting Washington’s curious gaze.
“Feeling nostalgic?” He hums, stepping in to place a hand on Alex’s waist.
“Oh- ah… Not really. Never liked mass much.”
Hold My Tongue (5,925 Words) by my_deer_friend
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/Henry Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens
Summary: At the Thanksgiving dinner - opulent, excessive and familial without being properly warm - Alex catches Henry staring at him over the green beans.
Although Henry narrows one eye at being caught, he doesn’t look away. This is new. Alex searches his face for some clue as to why Henry has chosen to fixate on him. The conversation swells around them, and for just a moment no one is paying them any attention.
He sees the fiery flash again - is it loathing, or fear? Revulsion? Disdain?
Wait.
Oh.
Oh, no...
Henry holds his gaze steadily, and nudges him silently towards his realisation.
Oh, fuck.
