Hamilton One-shots (REQUEST STUFF)

Sick Day | Part 1 | Jamilton | Fluff

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"Get in bed," Thomas ordered, and Alexander continued making a coffee,

"You're sick and you know it!" He argued, Alexander began to walk to him to argue right back, but it was apparently too much movement as he began to gag, Thomas handed him a trash-can and Alexander puked in it.

"S-see... I've got it all out,, I'm fine." He said weakly, his skin had become pale. Thomas rolled his eyes as he picked up his recently acquired 'friend' to stop him from moving too much for his own good.

"No, you're not," He said as he felt his forehead, he was burning up. Alexander tried to get loose but it was no use. 

"I have school today, asshat!" He argued as Thomas carried Alexander into his room.

"Missing one day won't hurt, you'll just get others sick," Thomas grumbled as he placed Alexander in his bed. He started to get up the moment Thomas placed him down, beggining to walk towards the door.

"You asked for this," He deadpanned as he wrapped his arms around Alexander from behind, pinning the boy's arms to his side.

"Let me go!" He whined, Thomas picked him up again.

"You're sleeping and relaxing today whether you like it or not," he said. Alexander kicked as Thomas pulled them down to Alexander's bed, his arms still tight around him to keep him restrained. 

"Thomas- stop- I need- to work-" He reasoned between grunts as he continued to try and slip out. Thomas laughed.

"I'm stronger than you." He said. Alexander them preceded to cough for a solid thirty seconds before slowly calming down. Thomas smiled victoriously as Alexander scowled. 

"When I get my energy back I will escape." He threatened. 

"Whatever. You need to sleep, the more you sleep the faster you recover and the faster you recover the faster you can be back in school." He sighed. Alexander grumbled something before hacking some more.

"You're gonna get sick," He warned. As Thomas was rolling his eyes Alexander tried to break free again, causing Thomas to hold him tighter. Sighing in defeat, Alexander stopped struggling for the moment. He knew he wasn't going to be able to leave until Thomas did. Ugh. 

"At least let me get comfortable." He whined. Thomas lightened his grip very slightly, and by now Alexander was just as tired as he looked. He rolled over and buried his snotty face into Thomas's shirt, causing the taller to scrunch his nose. Yuck. He held tight again, not wanting Hamilton to escape. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, so Thomas slowly let go and left to make himself breakfast. 'That idiot would die without me' He thought with a sigh. After he ate he started to feel a bit tired himself, so after checking on Hamilton one last time he went to his own room, threw his shirt on the ground, and took a nap.

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Thomas awoke to a strange sight. Alexander was once again snuggled up against him, this time in different clothes. To say the least, Thomas was confused. Some strange reflex tugged at him and he ended up wrapping his arms around the man who seemed to be sleeping for the first time in a long time. He was cold, which Thomas didn't really mind. He pulled the covers higher, hoping to warm him up. This somehow woke him, and sleepily his eyes fluttered open.

"Why are you in my bed?" Thomas asked. 

"I was cold" was his answer. Thomas sighed. Why was this so normal? Actually, now that he thought about it the entire thing was rather intimate. Neither of them where wearing shirts, realizing this made him very aware of how close they where. As Alexander became more awake he seemed to realize this as well. He was the first to blush.

He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to break the awkwardness that had started to fill the room but found nothing to say. Thomas, caring significantly less than Alexander, somehow found it appropriate to place a hand in his hair. As he expected it was very silky and soft.

"Stop," Alexander commanded as he swatted his arm away.

"Why?" He grumbled. Now he just wanted to touch it more.

"No one may touch my hair." He grumbled before sneezing again. Thomas rolled his eyes. Disgusting.

"Go back to sleep." He ordered. Alexander did no such thing, throwing the covers off with his feet. Thomas rolled his eyes as he pulled the covers back up.

"Stop!" He groaned. Alexander decided it was time for his

special attack

"What's with the evil smirk..." Thomas mumbled. Alexander leaned up to Thomas and gave him a peck on the lips. It distracted him enough to escape to the kitchen.

"W- you little bastard! That was low!" He shouted, still red and surprised. All he heard from the other room was Alexander's evil gremlin laugh. This would be a long day.

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Part 1