Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

James Reynolds [JAMILTON]

homophobic slurs (im using my laptop, just pretend the warning emoji is there)

I pulled a suit on over my pajamas and smiled.

"This is good enough for our date." I told myself and left the bathroom. Walking into the kitchen, I greeted my roommate, Hercules Mulligan. He had just come back from spying on our enemy school. People from the other school had been harassing me, asking about Hercules after he came back and they learned he was a spy from our school. It wasn't a big deal, we just wanted dirt on them.

"Don't you want to take your pajamas off under that suit?" He asked, eyeing me.

"Thomas doesn't care what I wear. He accepts me." I sighed, knowing I should take off the pajamas.

"Okay, Alex..." His voice trailed off and I went back to the restroom to take the pajames off undernearth my suit. It was probably going to get hot anyway. I wasn't doing it because Hercules told me. No. Nope. None of that.

"Better?" I asked, walking into the kitchen for the third time that day. The first time had been when I had a midnight snack earlier that morning (one or two AM). The second time... We've been over this.

"Much. Cereal?" Hercules handed me a bowl. I got a spoon from a drawer and sat down on the couch.

"Thanks."

"No problem. I have to go to a date with Lafayette. Later." He saluted me and I saluted back.

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I left the house that morning with a newfound confidence in my walk and talk. I wore the suit I was wearing the suit I had first put on that morning, but with a good luck charm bracelet Thomss had given me when we first met. I was the one who asked him out.

To get down to the first floor of the apartment building, I used the elevator. It was old and creaky, but very homely and fast. One other guy stood in the elevator.

He also had a suit on and was talking on the phone. I listened to his conversation.

"Yes," Pause, "Shut up, Collin." His face flushed as he got out at the second floor and hung up on his friend. I continued down and got to the first floor. Looking around, I realized Thomas wasn't here yet. I would use that opportunity to grab him some flowers from a nearby shop.

I pulled my suit down and walked out of the hotel. I made my way past the alley between the flower shop and the hotel and-

"Faggot." Hands pushed me against a wall, throwing me into the alleyway. My vision was blurry until just a moment before the person spoke again. It was a boy who looked just like... James Reynolds. He was the headmaster's son, of the enemy school.

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n o b o d y

Alex gasped as he came closer and tried to crawl away.

"What do you mean?" He asked. What could he possibly know that would be so bad?

"I said faggot." James demanded.

"Are you seriously beating me up because I'm bi?" Alex muttered.

"Yeah."

"I could tell the police about this, James Reynolds."

"But you won't." James took a knife out of his back pocket, slashing Alex's ribcage. Before Alex could scream in pain, he slapped his hand over his mouth. Even after Alex licked the hand, he didn't take it off.

"How do you know?" Alex whispered, his voice being muffled by the hand.

"You want more?" James asked, raising the knife to Alex's face. Alex whimpered and began to move. James jerked forward and cut Alex's face, "Oops."

"S-Sorry?"

"I'll have to end this early."

James walked over to Alexander in a swift movement, taking his throat and choking him. Just as Alex thought he was going to pass out, James let go. Straight after this rough treatment, he threw Alexander's limp body onto the wall of the alley. Alex tried to yell, but no sound came out of us mouth. James slowly walked over, pulling a knife out of his pocket. Alex once again tried to yell.

"You won't tell anyone about this, do you understand?" He placed the knife next to Alex's stomach. Alex nodded fast. James smiled, stood up, looked at Alex, placed the knife back in his pocket, and walked away.

Alex lay helpless, trying to find his voice. Right as he did, he yelled, "Thomas!" Merely ten seconds later, Thomas sprinted into the alleyway like a car was chasing him and if he stopped, he would get run over.

"Alex! Alex! WHAT HAPPENED?" He screamed. Alex smiled at his boyfriend's worry but shook his  head.

"I'm fine. I got beat up."

"Do you want me to take you back to your apartment?"

"Yeah."

Upon hearing those words, Thomas lifted up Alex bridal-style and carried him to the elevator. In the elevator, Alex recognized the same guy from before. He was speaking on the phone again. His face was white.

"Justin wants drugs? Are we thugs to our cousin Justin? We don't sell drugs!" Alex held in a laugh. This time, the boy got out on the same floor Alex and Thomas were getting off on; four. Once the boy disappeared into a room, Thomas and Alex began laughing until Thomas opened the apartment door.

"What happened, Alexander?" Thomas set his boyfriend down on the counter. Alex watched him get a first aid kit out.

"Nothing." Alex answered. He was planning on telling Thomas, but wasn't sure how.

"Where's Hercules?"

"Off with Laf."

"Where are we supposed to be?"

"On a date."

"Right. And then you got in a fight. What happened, lovely?"

Alex looked at his cuts, inspecting them. One of them was on his back, where James had thrown him. One of them was a wide cut on his face, slashing from the top of left cheek to the bottom. Alex could feel it. Thomas hated it.

"Nothing, Tommy."

"Mhm." Thomas hummed as he covered up Alex's cut on his cheek with a few bandages. Alex took Thomas's hand when he was done.

"If I tell you, will you not kill the guy who did this?"

Thomas hesitated, "No. But only because you said so."

"James Reynolds."

"I'm going to murder him, okay Lex?"

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haha i like hurting and killing alex omg what is wrong with me- seriously i need to STOP HURTING THE CHILD