Hamilton Ship Oneshots

Hourglass - Leebury

I did a random name spinner and got lee and seabury so - yes I ship this - enjoy.
This is modern by the way, using Caw-Chan's king George III in the Rebel AU. I also stole a scene from caw chan here so credit to her.

Charles paced the dance floor, looking for a drink to pinch from someone - they were all drunk off their minds, why would they care? He gave up after realising everyone had discarded their drinks quickly by chugging them.

Charles sighed and walked up to the bar to slump down on a chair.
He grunted, thinking of his favourite, intoxicating beverage.
A Bailey's 17%.
He asked for the spirit and drink it straight.
Slightly lousy, he asked for a 24% cordial and aperitif.
He necked the tangy cordial and felt it seep into his bloodstream, he felt his head droop.

A pretty woman came over to him in a shaky manner, Charles' eyes perceived him so the woman was walking all over the place, but it was clear she was confident and hadn't touched a drink, she was just looking for a one-night stand - for someone to use.

He placed his elbow back on the table behind him trying to be seductive and gave a lopsided smirk.
"Heyyy." He slurred, making finger guns and aimed them at the young blonde.
She sat next to him and twiddled her hair, "hey. You're looking like a handsome hunk." Lies. He looked like a wasted mess.
He acknowledged her compliment but grabbed his glass and swallowed to aperitif. A few minutes later, the spirit kicked into his bloodstream and all of this senses were brought to life.

"Care to dance?" He asked, his hand connecting with the woman's. He intertwined his fingers with her's as they escalated to the crowded, illuminated purple clearing.

-/T-I-M-E-S-K-I-P\-

Charles chuckled to himself as he strolled outside in a wobbly line. He bumped into a smaller man, a shy figure.
This man was familiar and it wasn't hard to tell who he was through his haze of alcohol blinding him.
"Hey Lee." Samuel said. Charles glared over to the man, but thankful of the respect in using his preferred name 'Lee'. "Nice seeing y-" he started, Charles cut him off ,"oh no, what the heck are you doing here? Don't tell me that pussy king is here too... like, honestly, what do you want from me anymore?" Charles snapped.
Samuel placed a hand on top of his other, a solemn expression drifted over his face
"...uhm...I'm sorry.. let's just say.. George is never satisfied. He wants you to do another thing for him..." a bead of sweat formed on his darkened face.
Charles, being the sassy bitch he is (I love him) , retorted,"oh, really? I already agreed on doing him this one favour, tell his fancy ass to fuck off. He -" his raven-coloured hair fell over his eye, he was cut off by a sharp jab in his abdomen. A gun. "He is determined." Samuel stated, his rattling finger on the trigger.
Charles jolted up, a scandalised expression struck his face as he made direct eye contact with the teen ahead of him, whose look was frantic, "please- please don't scream or something - I promised George to shoot you, if you try to escape." Charles was profound upon as he heard the words. His face twitched as he thought of him, his fancy, real fur coat, his tightly shaved head with a white poof on top. Charles clicked, knowing the right words to persuade him with, but he had a prominent stutter throughout his words,"w-why are you doing this for him?? I mean, if you stop obeying him like a little pet, you wouldn't get in trouble and you would find REAL friends! Happiness is overrated, yes, I agree with him on this, but come on at least you can do better -"
Samuel interrupted him, " don't pretend you care about me! I already decided what I want... and now..." he trailed off as tears began to gloss and pool in his eyes and just freely roll down his cheeks, "I have nothing I could possibly lose, right?" He smiled.
Charles shook his head, and took the boy's hand, his semi-inebriated state was not cooperating well with his logicality.
No regrets, as Samuel said, Charles had nothing to lose either.

Samuel led Charles to a room in the state of turmoil.
Charles was shoved forward and his head began to flutter and spin.
He closed his eyes as his body clattered to the ground.

"He's asleep, George.. - George!?" Samuel stated, he extended his hands in front of him when George's body guards grabbed both him and Charles' scruffs of their shirts.
The buff man hoisted their flimsy, lightweight bodies into an hourglass and spun it.

The green sand slipped through the hole and gushed through onto Samuel's head.

Samuel felt nothing but an ugly, unbearable guilt.

PART TWo gUys?