Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

King & Servants [JAMILAMS]

ok. disclaimer; this is my first oneshot book, rain was my very first oneshot. so, because of that, if you've read all my writing in the hamilton fandom, you'll know i've never written john in a romantic way (i've never written him in a bad way either because god he's perfect). however, if you stalk me and know my first account, you know i sometimes like to engage in reading lams fan fiction. so i have experience reading, but not writing. let's hope i get this right-
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I'm strutting through the hall, my shoes clicking against the linoleum floor. I'm walking like I own the place, which I actually technically do, as a king. However, I like to think that the people who take care of the place are the ones who own the place.

Speaking of the cleaning people, I'm walking to two of my favorite servants' room.

Alex and John.

They always stood out to me. I told them about that a while ago and we all developed a friendship. From there, you could say the friendship developed into a relationship. However, they're still my servants. I know, legally, I can make them kings, but also legally, you can only have two people on the throne. I love them equally, bitch.

I reach the door to Alex and John's room and knock lightly. I hear a soft voice, "Come in." It sounds like John, so I comply and open the door. John is on the floor reading. He's wearing just a blue nightshirt. Alex is in the bed, wearing nothing without any blankets on.

"Why's he naked?" I ask.

"Why aren't you?" John purrs and I feel his hot breath on my back. I stumble away from him, but somehow smell the alcohol in his breath. I sigh heavily, deciding against punishing him for breaking into the wine room. Or kitchen. Or my bedroom. Honestly, there's wine everywhere.

"John, go lie down." I mumble, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.

"Yeah, um, Alex broke into your room..." He says sleepily as I kiss his forehead.

"Mhm." I answer, glancing at a snoring Alex.

I keep listening to what John says, although I soon realize it's all gibberish.

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The very next day, I go into their room, not knocking this time, and find the pair in bed both with a massive hangover. I gave them water and asprin yesterday, but it seems that didn't do any miracle work and my boys look like they're in such pain.

"Tommy!" Alex mumbles, kicking his legs around. I sigh, going over with such unenthusiastic feelings that I want to fall asleep.

"Yes, Alex?"

"I'm sorrryyyy," He slurs, "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

I raise my eyebrows slightly, wondering what I should say. And suddenly, my mind sparks with an idea.

"Strip." I point to the center of the bedroom.

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eow. i'll give you all a part two, but my mom is forcing me to sleep and i can't finish these oneshots and I NEED TO POST ITS MY OBSESSION-