Hamilton shortstories / Writing Prompts

Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on

"So, Thomas," Alexander began, "How was France?" He cracked his knuckles and leaned back into the firm arm chair of Jefferson's office.

Thomas glared at him, sensing something off about his unusually kind demeanor, "I don't know Alex, could you speak up a little? It's rather hard to hear you all the way down there."

Hamilton shot daggers at him, biting on the corners of his lip to refrain from cussing him out like he usually would when he insulted his height.

Forcing a smile, he chuckled slightly, "Very funny Thomas." He leaned back in the chair, putting his feet up on his desk, "I was just wondering... I heard you have a rather vast collection of books, is such a rumor true?"

Jefferson leaned forward, knocking his feet off of his desk with his elbows, "Perhaps it is..." He smirked, wiping the dirt Alexander's shoes had left on his desk with hand then subsequently dropping it on his lap. "The answer to such a question is one I'm not inclined to tell you." He grinned, watching Alexander grow more and more dissatisfied by the second.

Alex pushed the tips of his fingers together, and furrowed his eyebrows, "Alright Mr. Giraffe, what do I need to do to get my hands on those books?"

"Well..." Jefferson paused, biting his lip, "Maybe there is something you could do." He put a finger to his temple in thought, a crooked smile appearing on his cherry lips.

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It had been a week of Hamilton attempting to be Jefferson's friend, if you could even call it that. Jefferson being the good friend he is to Hamilton, enforced that he wear the new "uniform", which was a black and white thrilly maids dress, every hour of the day that he was at work. This, of course, started to become an issue.

At first, his co workers found it hilarious, especially for a man of Hamilton's temperament, to be taking orders from his rival. The joke only continued to get funnier when Jefferson added a few "accessories" to Alexander's attire. First it was small items, such as bows which were to be plaited into his hair, however, as time progressed they began to be more obvious. To say the least, it was absolutely hilarious when Alex showed up to office wearing a dress which barely covered his ass, and fishnet stockings which went above the knee and up his thigh. Such a look, obviously, wouldn't be completed without a pair of six inch high heels.

He stumbled to his office and took a seat to his office, sliding the shoes off as soon as he sat down, "How do women wear these god forsaken shoes to look nice? I swear, all women must be masochists," He mumbled, rubbing the heels of his feet.

Thomas waltzed into Hamilton's office, holding his weekly allowance of Hamilton's books. It was a stack of about eight, each book being at least three inches thick. The covers of the books looked worn, as if they had seen better days, obviously not new. He placed them on his Alex's desk, knocking over a pot of ink he had been dipping his quill in prior to Jefferson invading his office. "As promised, books from when I was ambassador of France. I'm almost certain these are the books you promised er... Adultery for dummies?" He smirked, watching Alexander grow evidently mad at his childish jokes.

"Yes, very hilarious Thomas." He grumbled, wiping up the ink on his desk with his already black skirt. He took a seat back down into his chair, picking up the pile of books which had been delivered to him and sliding them into a draw on his desk. He made sure that it was locked, just in case Jefferson decided to attempt to steal the books back off him.

"Oh, I'm sorry did I just detect a hint of sarcasm?" Jefferson seethed, grabbing onto Hamilton's chin and squaring into his face. He leaned in and uttered every word no more than an inch from his nose. His warm breath sent shivers down Alex's spine, causing him to involuntarily gulp.

"No it wasn't..." He grunted, reconciling away from Thomas as soon as he could. He wiped his face, as if to get any residue of Thomas off of him.

"No it wasn't SIR." He added, narrowing his eyes at Hamilton as he walked out of the office, slamming the door shut behind him.

Hamilton grumbled, as he slid a pencil down his stockings to scratch his thigh. Red marks covered his skin in the shape of diamonds where the clothes were digging into his clothes. Alexander smiled, knowing that now he finally had the books he wanted he could take off the maid outfit he had to wear. He picked out one book in particular, a thick one with a worn spine and made a mental note to stand on it next Cabinet meeting in order to gain a few inches.

He opened the book and stroked the pages, each were brown in colour and smelt the pages with a sharp inhale. It was almost like they still lingered of Jefferson's scent. He flicked through the pages, trying to find the ones he wanted to see, though as he progressed, it became evident that every page in the book was blank.

Puzzled, he picked up one of the other books he had, this one with a plain blue cover with golden trim. He flicked through the pages, getting the same result.

His confusion turned into anger when he noticed that all the books were nothing more than pages of paper glued together and bound to a fancy cover.

Picking up the books in his grasp, despite his imminent struggling, he walked all the way over to Jefferson's office in bare feet. Of course, with his office being on the other side of the building, this caused a few minor issues when he had to walk past his co workers, including the infamous James Madison.

Hamilton shoved the door open to Thomas's office, storming over to his desk and slammed the large pile of books onto the table. The other people in the room were evidently confused at what was going on, seeing as Jefferson was currently in a meeting.

"Is this a bad time?" One of the men said, picking up a brown, leather briefcase and putting some papers into it.

"No, no. Not at all." Jefferson tried to force a smile, glaring daggers at Alexander. Beads of sweat were dripping down the side of his face as he desperately tried to hint to Alex to go and stand outside.

"Actually, I beg to differ." Alex spat, narrowing his eyes at Thomas while gesturing towards the door.

The men looked at each other, trying to make sense of what was going on. They both decided it was best to leave, so that's what they did. Picking up their papers and briefcases, they left the room, shutting the door gently behind them.

Jefferson clenched his fists, "Alexander what the fuck! Do you know how vital those two were? They were providing the funding for-"

"I don't care Thomas," He yelled in response, picking up a book and flicking through the pages of it to show Thomas that the pages were indeed plain.

Thomas was just as puzzled as Alex when he saw that the pages were blank, and had to double take before he came to grips with it.

"Okay I have literally no idea how that happened." He marveled, holding the books by the cover as he examined the pages.

Alexander was starting to grow angrier at Jefferson by the minute, "Then do something about it!"

Jefferson narrowed his eyes at him, "This clearly isn't my fault. You must've broken the books somehow." He accused, sitting back down in his chair and put his shoes up on the mahogany desk.

"How can I break a book Thomas- A book." Alex scoffed, pulling at the hem of the maid outfit, which he apparently wore for no reason.

He grinned, pressing the tips of his fingers, "Oh is this coming from the person who wrote the Federalist papers? Go back to your office, Alex. And no, you don't need to wear the maid outfit anymore."