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Alexander Hamilton stared at the paper in hand. It had simply written on it “Alexander Hamilton”… in his fathers handwriting… above his fathers personal seal.
A shaking hand pried open the letter, eyes scanning over the words on the page.
“Dear Alexander,
I have heard that you have joined the revolutionary war. I was surprised when I found out, I always took you for a coward. But here you are, George Washington’s aide something a rather. I do not care for your role. All I care is that I now know where to find you.
Sincerely, see you soon, Your Loving Father”
Alexander’s face was pale and upon his brow was a faint sheen of sweat. His father would find him. He would hurt him. He was in danger. He fell from his chair onto the floor, knocking over his inkwell in the process. His breathing picked up and he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He felt panic course through his veins. He was fucked.
He didn’t know how long it had been but it must’ve been a while. He was awoken from his fear induced panic by loud voices outside.
“sir we can’t allow you within this camp! Who even are you?”
“I am Alexander Hamilton’s father and I demand to see him!”
“I am his friend sir, I will fetch for you, if you please”
“Very well, but be quick, boy”, he heard his father say.
Scrambling off of the ground, Alexander tried to make it look like he hadn’t been crying on the floor for the past God knows how long. He heard someone clear their throat outside the flaps of his tent.
“Come in”, he called, clearing his throat and righting his chair.
His good “friend” John Laurens entered, frowning when he saw Alexanders appearance. He looked his “friend” up and down. Noticing his red rimmed eyes, dusty spots on his pants and coat and the dried inkspill on his desk, as if he did not bother trying to clean it up. John cleared his throat.
“your- uh. Your father is here” he said, deciding to ask Alex if he was okay later. His father was at camp surely that was more important?
“I heard”, Alex replied, his tone numb and empty.
He walked past John, not giving him anymore notice.
Alexander walked past John, his love and sin, the very peril of his soul but the saviour of his heart, without barely any notice. He felt numb as he walked toward what felt like his end. His heart thumped, warning him of dangers, but he kept walking. No one knew about his past, and he intended to keep it that way. He didn’t want people to know think that he was weak and a coward.
He spotted his father and almost turned around. No. he must not lower the mask, in fact, he must perfect it’s paint. He put a pleasant expression on his face, as if excited to see the reason he did not sleep at night. The letter screamed its words in his mind, reminding him of everything that had happened between his father and him.
He stopped in front of his father. They were surrounded by men, he couldn’t fuck this up, or that would be the end of his miserable life. He hugged the taller man.
“It is good to see you father, it has been long”, he greeted.
“Likewise, my son, we have much catching up to do. Might be go for a walk?” his father enquired, pulling back. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, not unlike that of a lions.
Alexanders mind screamed at him to say no. But it was clear from his fathers look that he could not refuse.
“of course!”, he chirped, before turning to a man who everyone called Rie, “Tell his Excellency that I have gone for a walk with my father.” Rie nodded.
Alexander and his father walked off.
“How have you been, Father?” he asked, trying to keep up his mask whilst in earshot of camp.
“it has been good, Alex”, was the reply he got.
Once they were out of earshot, he was slammed against a tree, knocking his head and making him dizzy.
“listen here, you useless fuck. Ever since your whore mother managed to get me banished from that town for doing what I want to who I want, I have decided you have needed a cold hard lesson and what it is to be a man.”
Alexander held back a shudder. He was in deep shit.
John had just finished saving what he could of Alex’s desk from the ink when he spied a piece of paper half underneath the desk. As curiosity got the better of him, he stooped to pick it up and read it.
He easily read between the lines and understood Alex’s father’s plans. Fuck.
He burst into Washingtons tent. He looked up from his paperwork in alarm.
“Alex-“, he coughed, having inhaled a bug, “Alex’s father, he has plans, not good ones, for Alex” He cried.
“John- Whatever do you mean, my boy?” Washington asked, frown lines covering his forehead, like dunes in a desert.
John thrust the letter at him as ways of explanation. Washington quicky skimmed it, rapidly becoming concerned and maybe even scared. ‘’ We must find them”, Washington said, throwing on his coat.
“LAFAYETTE!!” John yelled, running out of the tent.
“RIE!” Washington yelled, “which way did they go?”
A random soldier, noticing his leaders distress, pointed them in the right direction, Lafayette followed them close behind. They quickly heard the sound of Alexander grunting and insults being thrown. And not by Alexander. They trio came to Alex on the ground, with his father on top of his, holding him in a choke hold and punching him in the face. John surged forward, thinking fast, and kicked the arsehole in the face, effectively getting him off of Alex. Washington pinned the man to the ground and tied him up with his coat whilst John and Lafayette went to help Alex.
“love, you okay?” he whispered. Lafayette gave him a weird look but when frowned at, gave an encouraging smile.
Alex groaned in respond. “John?”
“I’m here, so is Laf”
“hello”, Lafayette piped up, before returning to wrapping Alex’s thigh which had a dagger in it with some bandages he always kept in his pocket.
John looked to see Washington struggling with his boyfriends father and Lafayette looking over Alex’s ankle before quickly sneaking a kiss.
“I was worried, I love you”, he breathed next to Alex’s ear, barely daring to say it aloud near other people.
Alex gave him a look of pure love. One that promised bright futures, of growing old together. It promised love so strong god would stagger if he felt it, it promised adventures to tell to children with looks of awes in their young eyes. And it promised a love so deep and strong: nothing could come between them.
END.