Hamilton OneShots

Help Me ~ Hamreynolds (TRIGGER WARNING FO REAL)

I ship Hamilton and Reynolds like it was a religion. Don't ask why. I just love them to death.

This story involves rape, so if you hate Charles Lee already, you'll hate him more now. There is a rape and self-harm trigger warning, but I make up for it with fluff in the end.

James Reynolds had fallen in love with the immigrant from the Caribbean pretty much the moment he saw him. He and Charles Lee were amazing friends, and they saw an opportunity for a new one when the immigrant showed up. At first, he seemed like nothing, young, scrappy, hungry. The boy was basically begging for a friend. James and Charles had pity on the poor boy. This boy ended up being one of their greatest friends, and the two began to see him as more than that...

The way his gorgeous and striking blue-violet eyes lit up, the way the sun reflected and made his fiery orange hair glow. The skin that was smooth and soft as silk to the touch, and the melodic voice that came from his mouth through his perfect soft pink lips. James and Charles had fallen for the man, at the same time.

Alexander Hamilton

The only name that crossed their minds. The only man who lingered in their dreams. His eyes were what they remembered, they found themselves writing his name down when they couldn't think. They were becoming obsessed. Alexander knew nothing of their wants and desires. How many letters had James written but never sent? How many erotic dreams had Charles had that he hadn't spoken of? How obsessed were these men, but never willing to admit it? How far would they allow themselves to go without uttering the words "I love you"? Which one would prevail and which would bow down and allow the other to take the treasure they both had their eyes on.

One day, James Reynolds got his chance in the form of a distressed Alexander...

James was sitting on the couch of his apartment, mindlessly watching t.v as he scrolled through his phone. Suddenly, the picture of Alexander showed up as his phone began to ring. He answered without hesitation.

"Alexander? What's the matter, why are you calling at such a late hour?" James asked softly. It was long after midnight, though it didn't surprise James that much that Alexander was awake, what did surprise him, was the pain and sorrow in Alexander's voice when he spoke.

"J-James? C-c-can y-yo-you come o-over p-please?"

James could tell that this angel had been crying, the pain-stricken voice and stutter almost broke his heart then and there. He needed no second beg, he got up from his couch right away.

"Of course Alexander, what's the matter?"

"J-just c-come over... I-I need you," Alexander begged.

Knowing that Alexander needed him made it even more of a priority to get there. He stayed on the line with him though there was no talking from either man. Once he arrived at Alexander's house, he knocked on the door gently and hung up the phone. Alexander opened the door and what James saw made his heart shatter and his stomach turn.

There stood the small 5'7" Caribbean boy whom he so dearly loved with tears streaming down his red face, The poor boy was shaking and gasping for air as he choked on tears. James needed no words to quickly engulf the trembling boy in his strong, protective arms. Alexander only broke down further, his knees buckling underneath him as he fell. James held him up, safely in his arms. Alexander was no more than a weeping ragdoll by now.

"H-he's d-d-dead J-James..."

"Who? My dear, whose death has you so torn up?"

"J-J-John... J-J-John L-L-Laurens..."

The name caused Alexander to let out a strangled cry from the back of his throat. John was almost as close a friend to Alexander as James was. James picked up the sobbing male and walked to the couch, sitting down and holding the broken man in his arms. Alexander had his arms around James so tight, almost as if he thought James would slip through his fingers. Alexander didn't want to be alone, he was terrified of what his body and brain might do if he were alone. The scars on his arms were enough to prove what a danger Alexander was to himself.