Hamilton Oneshots

Royal-party // Kinglee

( platonic )

( set in the same universe as death and desires during lees coronation :-) )

"George, someone is coming, hurry up," Charles said, looking around the corner.

"Almost have it... done!" George said, opening the door. He rushed in, Charles right behind him.

"So, let me get this straight, the dude almost killed you, so you kissed him? I'm sorry, is there some misspelling here?" George asked, flopping onto the bed.

"Unfortunately not, he stabbed me, I made out and almost died," Charles said, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"And does Sam know you two did that?" George asked.

"Did what?" Samuel asked, walking in, "I knew you two were here. The king and queen want Charles down in 10 minutes for his coronation."

"Ugh, can't I just have a kid then in 20 years they can be the ruler?" Charles asked, laying down.

"I would kill to be king at 20, instead I gotta wait 5 more years," George said, kicking Charles off his legs. Charles playfully glared at him, which got a happy smirk out of George.

"Charles. You still need to pick someone from the ball to rule with. And it can't be George," Samuel said with a sigh.

"Why not? George is already a prince and wants to rule," Charles said.

"You know that if our kingdoms combine, we risk gaining more enemies and losing allies," Samuel said with a knowing look.

"Ok, ok, fine... Samuel, as my best fucking friend, can I just marry you? Please?" Charles asked, sitting back up.

"... You need to pick someone from the ball," Samuel said, pointing in the general direction of the ballroom.

"C'mon, you're from the ball, and I trust you more than George and anyone else," Charles said, a sincere look in his eyes.

"First off, I'm right here, second, tell him about what you did," George said, lightly poking Charles' arm.

"What did you do this time and do we need a fire extinguisher?" Samuel asked, half joking. George and Charles have started fires, so it wasn't out of the box for a fire extinguisher to be needed.

"Hey, all we did was break into this room, and George is talking about something that happened forever ago," Charles said, putting more emphasis on the last part. Samuel raised an eyebrow and looked at George.

"...HE KISSED THE GUY WHO STABBED HIM-" George half-shouted.

"DUDE!" Charles called back.

"YOUR HIGHNESS- WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?" Samuel said, clearly upset. Charles muttered something, low enough Samuel couldn't hear.

"Charles. When did that happen?" Samuel asked more sternly.

"Right after he stabbed me..." Charles admitted.

"Okay- what the hell in Charles' mind said 'Ok, this man stabbed me, time to make out'," George asked.

"The part of me that didn't want to die without a first kiss," Charles said, halfheartedly.

"I have no words other than it's time you two head down to the ball," Samuel said, shoving the princes out of the room they hid in.

"Hey, Char, after you're done, meet me by the punch bowl. And be careful who you dance with, I don't want to be the one that finds you dying," George half joked as the two walked their separate ways.

"I'll try my best to stay away from murderous dancers," Charles said, walking to the front. He bumped into someone and apologized. For the slightest moment, he could've sworn it was John Laurens. He tried to take a second look, but as quickly and suddenly the person came, they were gone.