lathori asked: Darling, dear, love. Hamilton/Laurens Literally anything during the revolutionary era Perhaps even just how they got together. /Please/, for me? <3
Anything for you, Laurens. Soooo…I know you wanted fluff…we’re not doing that. I don’t actually know if Laurens was in Washington’s camp for this, but we’re going to assume history is flexible because extensive googling did not produce an actual date or shit for this battle (besides ‘between September 1777 and June 1778’), which was hardly a battle at all. Also technically Lee sent a letter but whatever, we’re doing Some Shit with history anyway, might as well go hard.
to see our glory
The message from Lee was greeted by a long beat of silence.
“My sympathies, Your Excellency,” Lee said, doing a poor job of imitating poise as his shirtsleeves dripped steadily on the ground. The word simper drifted through John’s mind at the sound of Lee’s voice.
“Yes,” General Washington said flatly, both hands braced on the table that had been serving duty as a tactical map minutes before. John couldn’t bring himself to look away from where the general’s little finger had pushed aside the marker of a British fort, one that he and Alexander had been bickering over not a day past. “Thank you for informing me, Major General. You are dismissed.”
Lee left, and the tent was deathly silent, the general still standing over the table with his head down, John still fixed in place where he stood near the far corner of the table, the handful of other men in the tent stony.
“Gentlemen,” General Washington said, his voice perfectly controlled. “Please send for the Marquis, he will want to know. If my aides would stay, it would be appreciated. The rest of you are dismissed.”
Because I AM NICE, and also because @twistedangelsays asked, and also because I’m a history nerd with zero impulse control, I wrote more. A couple thing: I’m pretending that, for whatever reason, Washington is where Schuylkill happened because otherwise I’d have to go through the above and make a bunch of changes to make it Valley Forge rather than bumfuck-nowhere Tent City, and second of all I’m picturing the musical characters because, uh, I can. With the caveat that, historically, Laurens was probably somewhere between 6′ and 6′5″, so just imagine that Anthony Ramos got put in a stretcher like taffy.
“You are going to freeze to death,” John muttered once they were back in their tent, rummaging through their sparse belongings for a few moments before coming up triumphant, a clean set of trousers in one hand and a shirt in the other, a soft cloth between two fingers. “Put these on.” Alexander made a mutinous noise and John set his jaw. “Put them on, Alexander. You have put me through enough tonight.”
Guilt flickered over Alexander’s face and he complied without another word, stripping to the skin and rubbing himself closer to dry with the cloth John offered. Once he had dressed, he was still shivering, but his skin had regained some of his usual color, and John moved his wet clothes onto a chair before changing himself.
