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iniquiticity consumptive-sphinx asked
mage au alex who can talk to cats and sometimes purrs (i'm sure you can guess WHEN he sometimes purrs)
martha names the cat after him because all they do is chitter-chatter. the thing follows him around, hisses at men he dislikes. it’s a big cat, striped and angry. it bites general gates and disappears for weeks, and then shows up again thinner and vicious and alexander’s friend.
they talk about hunting and territory; alexander teaches the cat that redcoats are enemies; the cat teaches alexander how to stalk, low and near the grass. one day after saratoga alexander is hot and victorious with success, the thing weaving around his legs. the cat senses his joy.
you have made a big kill, it rumbles to him.
oh, we have, and lafayette is laughing behind him, that fae eavesdropper.
“perhaps you should keep your purrs to the bedroom,” lafayette murmurs to alexander, touching his hip possessively.
this is my territory, the cat hisses, and bares his teeth.
it is, and i bend to you, little one, lafayette murmurs back. only that he purrs loudly, as you may have learned when he is stimulated.
i have never heard a louder feral, the cat affirms. lafayette’s laugher draws john to the scene, who has never seen alexander look more offended and betrayed in his life.
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(nsfw friday) changeling!john and fae!lafayette exploring exactly what ~other~ benefits being fae brings with it.
john knew they were, in many ways, functionally invisible. he knew what lafayette was - part of a secret group that they had always intended to grow larger but never had. lafayette grinned at him, eyes twinkling red at the corner, and taken his hand and dragged him off to a little clearing. he closed his eyes and flicked his fingers and his magic surrounded them like an umbrella. this was lafayette, red eyes and pointed ears, tips of his fangs flashing when he spoke.
what did he really look like? he was – he was this thing. he was different, had always known it - but it had a name. it had a name and what did it mean? had he pretended a glamour he never noticed? how many shoes could he have avoided shining?
“john,” lafayette said, and touched his arm. his skin felt different. not bad, just unusual. it reminded him of some smooth tree bark. john had the unusual circumstance of looking up - further up, with the glamour spread like this. lafayette took his face in his hands, and john could feel the magic that pulsed in his friend’s veins, more that then blood. lafayette kissed him and their lips sparked. lafayette’s forked tongue tingled his mouth.
“maybe i could say your real name?” john murmured, when they seperated. he could feel - it wasn’t just oddness. he knew what it was. he could feel lafayette in the air, feel the scent and hiss and scrape of his magic. it caressed him.
“i will teach you to wail it,” lafayette said, and when he touched john it felt like he could caress his soul itself.
Anonymous asked
Changeling!John and Mage!Alex, fueling a spell with sex magic >.<
john understood, now, how to read alex’s spellbooks. he had merely never understood how to apply the crackling he felt in his eyes and the twist of his headache - the twisted characters made sense, suddenly, when he touched them with alex’s finger-wand. (alex had a name for it. he forgot it.)
he had an idea. alex had been mad when he found john reading his spellbooks, but the sense of it had worked. it was an idea. and what else did they have, but ideas? certainly no food or bullets or morale.
alex laid the spellbook open. drew his finger-wand across the characters. the magic crackled, half-alive. john stroked alex’s thighs and pulled down his breeches and kissed his bare flesh. alex read more, and the magic became worse, harder, sharp against john’s senses which he could only now recognize. john nipped at the flesh and alex’s eyes flashed fire.
it was working. god of gods, it was working. john took him, still most of the way soft, into his mouth, sucked on him with intensity and firmness. alex’s voice shook over the words, but he steadied himself. his skin tinted red. john’s eyes flicked up as alex hardened in his mouth. he could feel the magic between them like this, right, perfect. the idea was working and john let alex brush against the back of his throat. the spelled roared now, between them, it’s effects distant and maybe terrible and there was a shout from somewhere neither of them heard as alex completed the vocal part of the spell and channeled, and john channelled, and alex’s soul quivered with the power they channelled, and john felt it, and john – john reached out with magic, magic that was his, that was part of him – and stroked the fire into a pyroclasm, as his tongue stroked hamilton in his mouth.
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Fae!Lafayette, Mage!Alex, and Changeling!John having a conversation about magic (and sex?!?!).
Lafayette is not surprised when John makes up the gap between him and Alex, now that he knows what he’s dealing with. It’s like John was floating along with all these feelings that he didn’t understand, and that someone’s given him a dictionary, everything makes sense. He had every piece but the keystone, and with that the progress is leaps and bounds.
The challenge, really, is to teach two people who have two radically different understandings and radically different selves. Luckily, Washington handles most of Alex’s lessons - if they can be called that, becuase almost everything he does with Alex is about discipline (to no one’s great surprise - and even less, because he’s no good at most of it). But John’s lack is learning which muscle moves his power, and how to match it. So it’s a fun experiment.
“What we should do,” Alex says, without looking away from his levitating pebbles, “is find actions we can associate with John’s random spell explosions.”
“They are not *spell explosions,’“ John shoots back, and he reaches out and snaps the pebble out of his hair with his real hand. “I am perfectly capable.”
Alex snorts. “Capable like a house filled with gunpowder.”
“And what does that make you? An angry man covered in cannons?” John retorts.
“Children,” Lafayette inserts, glaring at both of them. he reaches out with his mind, pelts them both with the tiny rocks. “Manage yourself in Excellency’s absense.”
consumptive-sphinx asked
mage au wherein washington's apprentice and the resident fae finally seduce washington
in all honesty, hamilton is waiting for lafayette to the approach him about the idea. lafayette could do it himself, they both know - him and washington have some kind of bond. but lafayette wants him to be there too. he is not going to complain. lafayette crackles a little magic between them. they make a plan. they are good planners.
they set the date for a notable ball in philadelphia. they attend, and washington, of course. lafayette pretends there is nothing amiss; he is nothing, after all, but a notable soldier of exotic origin. hamilton impresses a little with cantrips and a few other tricks he’s learned - shows off the book trick. washington watches them. lafayette shoots him a secret wink.
“too much dancing for one night, your excellency,” lafayette murmurs, as the last guest exits. “you should be laid down for the night, for resting. if you would allow the colonel to show you to your bed.”
washington casts him a suspicious look and touches the ring on his finger. lafayette’s grinning eyes and a little smirk and washington lets hamilton cast him up to his bed.
“i should undress you, your excellency,” hamilton said, and his fingers went to washington’s neckcloth. “please sit.”
“this is a very suspicious occurrence, colonel,” washington said, as he looked past being undressed to see lafayette appearing in a shimmer of magic.
“there is nothing suspicious about it, your excellency,” lafayette murmured, and grinned.
mage au alex who can talk to cats and sometimes purrs (i'm sure you can guess WHEN he sometimes purrs)
martha names the cat after him because all they do is chitter-chatter. the thing follows him around, hisses at men he dislikes. it’s a big cat, striped and angry. it bites general gates and disappears for weeks, and then shows up again thinner and vicious and alexander’s friend.
they talk about hunting and territory; alexander teaches the cat that redcoats are enemies; the cat teaches alexander how to stalk, low and near the grass. one day after saratoga alexander is hot and victorious with success, the thing weaving around his legs. the cat senses his joy.
you have made a big kill, it rumbles to him.
oh, we have, and lafayette is laughing behind him, that fae eavesdropper.
“perhaps you should keep your purrs to the bedroom,” lafayette murmurs to alexander, touching his hip possessively.
this is my territory, the cat hisses, and bares his teeth.
it is, and i bend to you, little one, lafayette murmurs back. only that he purrs loudly, as you may have learned when he is stimulated.
i have never heard a louder feral, the cat affirms. lafayette’s laugher draws john to the scene, who has never seen alexander look more offended and betrayed in his life.
consumptive-sphinx asked
(nsfw friday) changeling!john and fae!lafayette exploring exactly what ~other~ benefits being fae brings with it.
john knew they were, in many ways, functionally invisible. he knew what lafayette was - part of a secret group that they had always intended to grow larger but never had. lafayette grinned at him, eyes twinkling red at the corner, and taken his hand and dragged him off to a little clearing. he closed his eyes and flicked his fingers and his magic surrounded them like an umbrella. this was lafayette, red eyes and pointed ears, tips of his fangs flashing when he spoke.
what did he really look like? he was – he was this thing. he was different, had always known it - but it had a name. it had a name and what did it mean? had he pretended a glamour he never noticed? how many shoes could he have avoided shining?
“john,” lafayette said, and touched his arm. his skin felt different. not bad, just unusual. it reminded him of some smooth tree bark. john had the unusual circumstance of looking up - further up, with the glamour spread like this. lafayette took his face in his hands, and john could feel the magic that pulsed in his friend’s veins, more that then blood. lafayette kissed him and their lips sparked. lafayette’s forked tongue tingled his mouth.
“maybe i could say your real name?” john murmured, when they seperated. he could feel - it wasn’t just oddness. he knew what it was. he could feel lafayette in the air, feel the scent and hiss and scrape of his magic. it caressed him.
“i will teach you to wail it,” lafayette said, and when he touched john it felt like he could caress his soul itself.
Anonymous asked
Changeling!John and Mage!Alex, fueling a spell with sex magic >.<
john understood, now, how to read alex’s spellbooks. he had merely never understood how to apply the crackling he felt in his eyes and the twist of his headache - the twisted characters made sense, suddenly, when he touched them with alex’s finger-wand. (alex had a name for it. he forgot it.)
he had an idea. alex had been mad when he found john reading his spellbooks, but the sense of it had worked. it was an idea. and what else did they have, but ideas? certainly no food or bullets or morale.
alex laid the spellbook open. drew his finger-wand across the characters. the magic crackled, half-alive. john stroked alex’s thighs and pulled down his breeches and kissed his bare flesh. alex read more, and the magic became worse, harder, sharp against john’s senses which he could only now recognize. john nipped at the flesh and alex’s eyes flashed fire.
it was working. god of gods, it was working. john took him, still most of the way soft, into his mouth, sucked on him with intensity and firmness. alex’s voice shook over the words, but he steadied himself. his skin tinted red. john’s eyes flicked up as alex hardened in his mouth. he could feel the magic between them like this, right, perfect. the idea was working and john let alex brush against the back of his throat. the spelled roared now, between them, it’s effects distant and maybe terrible and there was a shout from somewhere neither of them heard as alex completed the vocal part of the spell and channeled, and john channelled, and alex’s soul quivered with the power they channelled, and john felt it, and john – john reached out with magic, magic that was his, that was part of him – and stroked the fire into a pyroclasm, as his tongue stroked hamilton in his mouth.
Anonymous asked
Fae!Lafayette, Mage!Alex, and Changeling!John having a conversation about magic (and sex?!?!).
Lafayette is not surprised when John makes up the gap between him and Alex, now that he knows what he’s dealing with. It’s like John was floating along with all these feelings that he didn’t understand, and that someone’s given him a dictionary, everything makes sense. He had every piece but the keystone, and with that the progress is leaps and bounds.
The challenge, really, is to teach two people who have two radically different understandings and radically different selves. Luckily, Washington handles most of Alex’s lessons - if they can be called that, becuase almost everything he does with Alex is about discipline (to no one’s great surprise - and even less, because he’s no good at most of it). But John’s lack is learning which muscle moves his power, and how to match it. So it’s a fun experiment.
“What we should do,” Alex says, without looking away from his levitating pebbles, “is find actions we can associate with John’s random spell explosions.”
“They are not *spell explosions,’“ John shoots back, and he reaches out and snaps the pebble out of his hair with his real hand. “I am perfectly capable.”
Alex snorts. “Capable like a house filled with gunpowder.”
“And what does that make you? An angry man covered in cannons?” John retorts.
“Children,” Lafayette inserts, glaring at both of them. he reaches out with his mind, pelts them both with the tiny rocks. “Manage yourself in Excellency’s absense.”
consumptive-sphinx asked
mage au wherein washington's apprentice and the resident fae finally seduce washington
in all honesty, hamilton is waiting for lafayette to the approach him about the idea. lafayette could do it himself, they both know - him and washington have some kind of bond. but lafayette wants him to be there too. he is not going to complain. lafayette crackles a little magic between them. they make a plan. they are good planners.
they set the date for a notable ball in philadelphia. they attend, and washington, of course. lafayette pretends there is nothing amiss; he is nothing, after all, but a notable soldier of exotic origin. hamilton impresses a little with cantrips and a few other tricks he’s learned - shows off the book trick. washington watches them. lafayette shoots him a secret wink.
“too much dancing for one night, your excellency,” lafayette murmurs, as the last guest exits. “you should be laid down for the night, for resting. if you would allow the colonel to show you to your bed.”
washington casts him a suspicious look and touches the ring on his finger. lafayette’s grinning eyes and a little smirk and washington lets hamilton cast him up to his bed.
“i should undress you, your excellency,” hamilton said, and his fingers went to washington’s neckcloth. “please sit.”
“this is a very suspicious occurrence, colonel,” washington said, as he looked past being undressed to see lafayette appearing in a shimmer of magic.
“there is nothing suspicious about it, your excellency,” lafayette murmured, and grinned.