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  1. Public Bookmark 27

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    It somehow seemed that, in any event when he felt the war was unwinnable, and they were going to surrender, and he would likely be hanged, and there was nothing left --

    The boys were left. Lafayette was left.

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    13 May 2021

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    Laurens would call him sir.

    Hamilton would call him him your excellency.

    Lafayette would call him mon chéri.

  2. Public Bookmark 12

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    There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall

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    “My God… Laurens.” Hamilton panted. There was a wild look in his eye.
    Laurens breathed out, “How does it feel?”
    Alexander had nothing to say. Instead, he let his head fall back, eyes screwed close.
    “Do you imagine Miss Kitty?” Laurens tried.
    “Yes,” Hamilton moaned, “I imagine… her.”
    “And?”
    The other man writhed on his bed, “You.”

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    12 Oct 2020

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    “The light must be British.” He complained, toppling down onto Lauren’s bedroll.

    “How so?”

    “It intends to torture me.”

    Laurens huffed out a quiet laugh, and allowed his friend to rest his head upon his chest. It was not strange for them to lie adjacent for any number of reasons – warmth, companionship, convenience. Still, the contact made John ache in a very uncommon way.

    Hamilton whimpered, “May your blankets be the Continental Army?”

    The one with the West Indian kisses! The dialogue in this is an absolute joy -- playful without losing that canon-era vibe.
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    Jaded twentysomething Alex meets a late bloomer: older guy, freshly divorced, who's coming out late in life and doesn't have a clue where to start. Not Alex's type, but he's always had a soft spot for people in need. Couldn't hurt to lend a friendly hand.

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    13 Aug 2020

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    "Don't forget to text me," he says.

    "I won't. Two days?"

    Alex gives him a nod, a thumbs up, and walks in the opposite direction down the street.

    He's not even a block away when his phone pings with a message: I couldn't wait. Good thing it's only practice, right?

    This fic is the most maddening, make-you-scream-in-frustration kind of fun. George is so cute and Alex is -- you know how I said maddening? That part is all him.
  5. Rec 51

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    "A livid sky on New Jersey, and I knew the end was near."

    Or: Charles Lee has never had a real job in his liiiiiiiiiife.

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    30 Jul 2020

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    They walk for some time, twigs snapping underneath their feet, before Laurens breaks the silence. "You stayed with the General after I left."

    "I cursed at the General after you left," says Hamilton shortly; it's all he cares to say of the situation.

    Laurens huffs a laugh. "Lee curses at the General every day of the week."

    "Lee isn't -" Hamilton says, and then stops. They don't talk about this, Hamilton's bastardhood, his ill birth in the tropics. He's not even sure if Laurens knows. But it's no secret that Hamilton isn't the gentleman that the other officers in camp are, even in this ragtag mess of an army; it's no secret that he's not half as quick to sit and come and heel at Washington's word as he should be.

    EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS INCREDIBLE. The author did indeed do their homework; they had me at the discussion of Lee. But then they continued to bring it with the oppressive summer atmosphere and the amazing Hamilton characterization.

    God, this was so good.