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[iniquiticity]

lafayettedigg asked
greenhouses (not a question but thing/headcanon i wished to share): i keep picturing a really cute scene where GWash and Ham go to a ball together now that they love each other and people are shocked to see Alex out and esp out WITH George and they just get more and more confused as the two of them smile and talk and dance, constantly at each other's side.

admittedly, washington had not really wanted to attend lord jefferson’s daughter’s wedding reception. but hamilton had suggested they should go. there are few people washington mistrusted his husband around more than thomas jefferson, but hamilton insists. he can be well-behaved. it is true. they go.

outside of his close circle, he knows hamilton’s reputation, knows what people think of them. so maybe this is a peculiar and lovely opportunity for hamilton to pretend to be his well-behaved husband. washington chuckles. well-behaved.


they arrive, with hamilton’s arm in his, with hamilton keeping close to him and looking at him adoringly, with hamilton demurring to him on measures and soliciting his feedback on every conversion in which they - and they it was, for hamilton would barely be a step away from him.

this was all very funny to his allies, especially knox, who had to excuse himself from the conversation when presented with this comical version of the spitfire that his circle had come to know, if not be impressed with.

(”has something upset you, general knox?” hamilton had asked him, fake-tenderly, much later.

“i shall never believe a kind word from your mouth, lord schuyler,” knox had replied, in good humor.)

but to the those around him who swirled rumors like lye - they had no response to the others who asked why the general’s husband, cast as discontent, solitary and unhappy, seemed so charming and pleased. they had been promised a dour, dislikable know-it-all, and lord alexander schuyler-washington was charming and satisfied and overflowing with praise for his husband, who he refused to be parted from.

“you are enjoying yourself too much,” washington said, in the middle of a dance, their third in a row. hamilton kissed him once, then twice, and smirked a brilliant smirk that made washington’s heart drop from his chest.

“i do so like the confusion of our enemies,” hamilton murmured, so they could not be overheard. “and you hardly seem to be complaining.”

“I prefer your regular self,” washington replied, and kissed him back, “but i shall never complain to see lord jefferson confused.”