Hamilton Oneshots

Fluffy Lams - Wings

This carries on directly from the Mullette Wings, so read that first for things to make sense. (wow what a shameless promotion such wow).

John's P.O.V.

The last thing I remember is messing around with Herc before I got knocked downwards. I feel a net enclosing me, and another net of fear surrounding my heart. I'm pulled away, but my head knocks on something hard. The world slowly fades to black, as my hearts beats faster with dread.

I open my eyes and stay still when I come to realise there's a pounding in my head. I groan softly. Where am I? I take a look at my surroundings. I seem to be in a jail cell, and two Humans are talking.

"Listen, new recruit. This is the first Winged we've captured since the King announced he's declaring war against them. It's the first one! We can use it for our advantage! So all you have to do-"

"He." The other Human interrupts. Huh, so both Humans seem to be men. "Not it, he." I couldn't tell in the dimly lit light, but the first Human seemed to scowl.

"Whatever. Just cut off its wings so it won't fly away when we use it." The Human leaves, and my heart seems to stop for a moment. Cut off...my wings? My beautiful, rainbow wings? This can't be happening! My wings give me the pride I need to survive! The remaining human sighs before entering my cell. I catch a glimpse of a knife in his hands before I quickly shut my eyes. He steps closer to me and kneels down. I feel his hand run over my wings before they stop at the part where they connect with my back. I shiver and stay as still as possible. Nothing happens for a solid minute. Suddenly, the Human sighs and gets up.

"I'm too chicken to even hurt a Winged." He mutters. In an instant, I make up my mind.

"Why didn't you cut my wings off?" I say bravely, sitting up. Well, I say sitting up, more like groaning as I try to. I end up resting on my elbow, staring up at the Human. A nearby torch illuminates his face, and woah. My rainbow wings are definitely right. I'm freaking gay as hell. His eyes are a soft blackish-brownish colour, and he has a beginning of a goatee outlined on his chin and cheeks

"Holy- YOU'RE AWAKE!" He screams jumping up in fright. I giggle as he stares at me, trying to get as far away as possible.

"Yes, I'm awake. Now, why didn't cha cut my wings off?" I ask again.

"Um, oH! Yeah um, I don't like hurting people, yeah! That's it!" He says. Hm. My lie gaydar, I mean radar, goes off. He's definitely lying.

"So what's your name?" I change the subject. Perhaps like how the Winged society has good and bad people, the Human society is the same.

"Uh, why should I tell you!?" He says, trying to be intimidating. I laugh.

"Well, I'm John Laurens." I introduce myself. "So are you gonna cut off my wings or let me free-"

"ALEXANDER HAMILTON! HAVE YOU CUT OFF THE WINGED WINGS YET? WE NEED MORE CORN NUTS! GET ON IT!" Someone calls from afar. The Human, who must be Alexander, jumps up and scowls.

"OKAY!" He pauses. "FROM WHICH FARM?"

"BOB'S BRILLIANT QUAIL FARM!" They scream again. I snigger.

"So, Alexander Hamilton huh?" I say as he goes red.

"Yes." He huffs. "I'm setting you free, so don't make fun of me and my stupid last name, okay?" Alexander says while undoing chains I never noticed were attached to my ankles.

"Alright, just as long you don't feed me ham anytime soon." I tease and Alexander gets even redder.

"Be quiet!" He says firmly while I giggle. Alexander is so cute when he's angry. "No seriously, if we want to get out of here, we have to stay quiet." He explains. Alexander helps me up and we walk out of the cell.