Alexander Hamilton woke up in a strange dorm room, somewhere he had never seen before. It wasn't morning yet - he guessed it was around dawn, or something of the sort. Faded light was streaming in through the blinds. His head felt like it had been split open, and his stomach felt worse.

He started to groan, but then he realized that there was an arm around his shoulders. And that he wasn't wearing clothing. And....

Alex turned on his side and gasped when he was faced with an angel. Who, of course, wasn't wearing any clothing either.

Awesome. Wow, he sarcastically thought as he lay perfectly still, trying not to wake up the man lying next to him. Alex was sure that he was hallucinating. No person is that attractive.

Actually, Alex would love to ask the hallucination out if he was real. His freckles dotted his cheeks like little stars on a cinnamon-colored sky. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, eyes fluttering with his dreams and lips pursed almost like a little girl's baby doll.

Too bad he had ruined it. They could've probably been great friends, but he had to go have a one-night stand.

A drunken one, too.

The boy groaned and rolled over.

Alex sighed, closed his eyes, and returned to the peaceful embrace of sleep. The only thing he could think was that he hoped that his headache would disappear - and that this boy, if the boy was real, wouldn't hate his guts.

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He was woken up again by the sound of retching and groaning. Light streamed through the windows now, and Alex's headache was gone.... but so was the boy.

Great, Alex sleepily thought as he rolled over in the bed. My hallucinated cuddle buddy's gone.

"Um, who are you?"

A raspy morning voice drifted over to Alex's tired ears. He looked up to see the boy standing over him, fully clothed and biting back a smile. Yes, he was real, as real as the sun rising in the east. A few curls were poking out of his messy ponytail, drifting so close to the point where Alex could probably pull them and see them do their little boing springy thing. He wanted to do that so badly.... he was already helpless when it came to this man.

"My name is Alexander Hamilton," he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes and staring into the boy's. That's when flashes of last night came back to him, mostly of the headboard smashing against the wall and the gorgeous boy's moans.

The boy looked like he was having the same memories. He blushed, looked awkward, and then cleared his throat.

"Wake up, Hamilton. I'm John Laurens, and I don't know how the heck you got in my dorm room, but I am way too hungover to figure it out. Also, I need to feed my turtle. So I need you to help me and try to remember whatever happened last night," the boy - John - said.

Huh. He has a turtle... that's cute.

"God, all I can remember is waking up earlier with a hangover, and then sleeping it off," Alex lied, suddenly wide awake. He sat up in the bed, being careful to cover everything that was exposed.

John shook his head and laughed a bit. "Get dressed, Alexander. I'm making breakfast. And I make the best pancakes ever."

"Better than I-Hop?" Alex joked, raising an eyebrow.

John laughed again, a light, airy sound, but with so much depth that Alex would gladly do anything to hear it again.

"Better than I-Hop," John confirmed, and he walked out of the room. His walk was relaxed and steady, like he was floating across the room.

Alex got dressed and ran his hand through his tangled dark hair. He made sure he didn't smell like a dump truck, and then walked out of the bedroom.

He was met with a small open-concept floor plan. The only rooms that had doors were the bedroom and the bathroom.

John waved at him from the kitchen, smiling as he flipped a pancake.

Alex walked over and sat at the breakfast bar, across from John, who was at the counter.

"I'm guessing this happens a lot," Alex remarked.

John raised a perfectly-shaped eyebrow as he slid the pancake onto a plate. "You are a very observant person," he remarked.

"It's what helps me stay alive," Alex responded. The sentence wasn't a joke, but it had taken on that tone, anyway.

So John laughed and set a plate of pancakes in front of Alex, along with a tall glass of water. "Actually, it's never happened," John remarked.

"Really? You're acting so sweet, making me breakfast and all..."

"Well, I don't exactly know how to act towards the guy who was in my arms when I woke up. Civilized and welcoming is probably the best route to go. I was raised in the South, so I was taught how to be a 'proper host'." He replied, setting syrup, strawberries, and whipped cream on the table. He then placed a plate in front of himself with a glass of water.

Alex took a bite and immediately smiled. "You weren't lying. These are amazing!"

John smiled back. "Thanks, my mom taught me. But onto an important topic - well, important to me, at least. What do you think happened last night?"

The recent memories came back again, hair yanking, drunken kisses...

Alex felt his face getting hot and cleared his throat.

"The only logical conclusion I can arrive at is that we hooked up," Alex immediately replied, trying to ignore the prominent visions that were arising from his mind.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," John apologized, putting his face in his hands.

Alex looked at him like he was insane. "It's fine, I wasn't a virgin anyway. But why would you apologize?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm terrible in bed," John admitted, pink tinting his cheeks.

Terrible? You were anything but, Alex thought, his face heating up once more.

"Really? Someone as attractive as you? There's no way you couldn't be amazing in bed. I wish I could remember you," Alex flirted, still lying about not remembering.

John's freckled, adorable face got pinker with the comment. "I'm glad you don't remember, actually. I just... don't have a lot of experience."

"That means nothing, darling. A lot of people have talents they're simply born with," Alex said, winking.

John bit back another smile. "Actually, it's probably 'cause I'm pretty antisocial. Who knows what got me out of this dorm last night...." He stopped, looked at Alex, and let his smile loose. "Something tells me that I'm glad I did, though."

Alex smiled back. With a smile like John's, how could he resist? With that thought, a flash of more memories came pouring back into his brain.

"Holy crap, I remember what happened last night!" he exclaimed, bursting out of his chair.

John winced and looked down. "Great. You remember. Any chance I had with you has gone out the window," he mumbled.

Alex smirked and shook his head at John. "Actually, I remembered all of that this morning. Don't sell yourself short."

John looked up at him again, a shy expression on his sweet face. "Could you... could you tell me what happened? I mean, n-not what happened in the b-b-bedroom - I actually remember that too - just where we were and how we met and... stuff," he stammered.

Alex smiled sweetly and sat back down again. "I'd love to."

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oops i may have accidentally

1: listened to the hamilton soundtrack
(for the second time but the first time i heard it i was going through some dirt so it was hard to keep up with my bbys)

2: fell face-first into the fandom (because i could okay)

and

3: started shipping lams because it might have happened historically and the letter that hamilton wrote to laurens broke me down and built me back up

so here's my crappy fanfic, if you're reading thanks for putting up with me and ily, please continue reading ahhh

xoxo - luna ✨