Hamilton One-shots (REQUEST STUFF)

Jamilton | Gaurdian | Smut?

Thomas is Alexander's Demon Guardian or some shit Au

I think I'm going to make a full-length fic about this so give me y'alls opinions, please!

And yeah I 100% stole the sensitive wings thing from SJM

Alexander locked his door with a sigh, finally home after having to deal with all the idiots at work. He took one step into his house before freezing,

"Hey Alexander," The voice of Thomas Jefferson crooned. He whirled around,

"Why do I even bother locking the door anymore?" He whined. Thomas shrugged. Bastard.

"So I can piss you off when I teleport in anyways," He chuckled. Alexander rolled his eyes and started to walk to his room. Thomas was already there, leaning against the wall. Alexander stalked towards him, and in one swift movement embedded an Iron spike into the wall beside Thomas's head. A flicker of surprise ran through his eyes, but was gone soon after.

"No need to be so violent, darlin'," he drawled, hands in his pockets. Alexander hefted the spike out of the wall. "Bad day?" He asked.

"Bad day." Alexander repeated, tossing the spike onto the ground. "Now, magic man, fix my wall." He demanded. Thomas sighed and begrudgingly ran his hand over the wall, seconds later it was as good as new. Alexander didn't offer so much as a 'thank you' as he started to look through his drawers. Another spike fell to the floor as he moved it out of the way of his shirts. He looked back to Thomas,

"Do you mind?" He deadpanned. Thomas realized what he meant and promptly left to let him change. He waited awkwardly outside his door, pretending he couldn't just look through the wall if he so wished.

Alexander walked out in his usual after-work attire, a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

"Still here?" He asked. Thomas made a show of looking offended,

"I am your guardian, I cannot leave your side," He cooed. Alexander, again, rolled his eyes.

"I've had you for a week, and I already regret summoning you last Friday. I expected something more... demon-y. Something scary. You're a bunny." He complained. Thomas rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I can be scary," He pouted. "Watch," He said.

Alexander watched intently as wings sprouted from his back, horns grew through his hair, and his teeth sharpened. His eyes became black, red irises replacing his usual brown ones. Thomas grinned, feeling as if he had won. He felt cool with all these stupid decorations.

"Much better, now you look badass," he chuckled, reaching out to touch Thomas's wings. He immediately retracted them, making them vanish completely.

"Aw come on, I wanted to touch 'em!" He whined, Thomas took a step back, into the wall,

"That is a very bad idea," He said.  Alexander raised a curious brow,

"...will they hurt me?" He asked. Thomas shook his head slowly,

"Well, no, but-"

"Will it mess them up?"

"No, they're... tough-"

"Then let me touch them!" He whined. Gah, why did that have to be the one thing he was interested in? Thomas walked into the living room, where there was more space. Alexander followed.

"Why don't we just forget about the wings, you've had a long day, aren't you tired?" He asked hopefully. This only kindled Alexander's curiosity.

"Thomas, is there a reason I can't touch them?"