Hamilton One-Shots For Your Soul

Honeymoon *Kingsbury* *Fluff* Pt 1?

I fucking love this ship too much.
TW: Mentions of cutting

King George Frederick Hanover the third was not one to take pity. Although there were days he was feeling nicer than others, most of what he did relied on what his husband decided.

You see, George wasn't very good at deciding things. He even couldn't choose between yellow or blue for his daughter's room, and let's just say that her favorite color was actually purple.

As he was normally busy, one full week for vacation sounded like the greatest thing in the world. Sure, the king had duties, but one empty week? This was the greatest news he had received since a long time. This was something he could decide on. And here we are, the night before the trip. Samuel Seabury-Frederick had absolutely no idea what was going on. He'd only been married to George for one week, and George promised that there was going to be a honeymoon. There wasn't one yet, and Samuel was left a little neglected.

"George, I just don't understand why you're packing! You said you wouldn't be leaving the castle for anything, not even a business trip!" The smaller man was furious, but as a calm and collected person, he only crossed his arms and huffed.

"Don't get angry with me. I hate seeing you upset." He closed his suitcase and zipped it, sighing and running a hand through his dark brown hair. "You shouldn't be upset for something as little as packing."

Samuel huffed again, turning away from his husband and sitting on the edge of their massive bed. Sure, he was angry, but he didn't know any better. He was young, only 19 years old while George was 22.

George sighed at the smaller boy, laying down on his stomach and wrapping his arms around Samuel's waist. This was a common position at this point, one getting angry and the other trying to calm them down. The king sat up and pulled Sam into his lap, holding his waist while he squirmed slightly. He'd always been a squirmer, especially in intimate moments.

"You suck," Samuel stated bluntly, turning around and wrapping his legs around George's waist.

"You still love me," the taller man replied, looking down at the man in his arms. 6 foot 6 inched was not the height he'd planned on being.

"I do, and I hate it," Samuel huffed, wrapping his arms around his husband's neck and pulling him down for a kiss. It was finally when the kiss started getting heated did they both pull back for air, panting slightly.

George smiled and took off his shirt, setting Samuel on the bed and kissing his forehead. There was only a whine as Sam was set down. "Georgie, pay attention to me. You leave tomorrow, and you won't see me for a while..."

George sighed, tossing his pants on the floor and putting his hands on either side of Sam's hips.

"I personally guarantee that you will have lots of attention on you." Samuel only huffed for a third time, starting to get a little pissed off at George.

"Asshole."

George snorted and tugged off Samuel's shirt, placing kisses on his neck and collarbone before pulling away and picking up the boy. He carried him to the head of the bed before laying his head on the pillows and straddling his hips.

"We never have sex anymore... you're always so busy, and you only tease me."

"I tease you because I love you," George muttered, letting his hands wander Samuel's stomach and chest, tracing the little scars on his tummy from when he used to be a cutter. Samuel had since then recovered and wasn't allowed to go near sharp things without being supervised by George.

"Baby, don't look at those. You know I don't like them..."

George smiled and kissed Samuel's forehead before laying down next to him and pulling up the blankets, as Samuel preferred to keep his pajama pants on all day and have the sheets up to his nose.

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Samuel woke up in the car the next morning, rubbing his eyes and yawning while looking around. He knew this car, in fact it was one of the bigger ones they owned. He sat up quickly, groaning when the blood rushed to his head.

"Georgie?" He grumbled slightly, wiping his eyes.

"Morning love~" the king replied, kissing his forehead gently. Samuel smiled at the gesture, reaching out and grabbing on to George's sweatshirt. He shuddered slightly when he left the heated back seats of the limo, but soon relaxed under the warm air. As it was about winter outside, the windows were frosted over and the car itself was covered in snow.

"Baby, it's snowing! Look look look!" Samuel exclaimed excitedly, bouncing on George's lap. Samuel was quickly lifted off of George's lap, leaving the older man flustered and uncomfortable.

The car slowed to a stop, letting the two men out. They put on their thick coats and walked into the large mansion waiting for them. When their bags were placed in front of them, Samuel finally turned to his husband, who had already intertwined their fingers.

"Happy honeymoon, baby."