Hamilton One Shots

T.Jeff X Alex X Reader

Warning- fainting, cursing (censored), panic attack, arguing?

Modern au-Third person pov?

Prompts- "How are we going to explain this?" "Aliens!" "You're an idiot." "Correction, I'm your idiot."

"Jeffersh*t," a voice called out to the tall man that just entered the office.

"Hamilh**!" He called back trying to hide a smile.

"Keep this professional, boys!" George Washington your (and their) boss scolded them.

"That means keep your cheap insults at home!" You smirked at them.

"You only say that because you can't see Hamilton lose," Thomas smiled and winked at you. That might have caused you to blush a little, but you'd never admit it.

"Yeah, right! We all know that they feel pity for you, because little (y/n) has a crush." The shorter man teased like a child, but it still made your face go red.

"First of all, who wouldn't love me?" The man in magenta responded, running a hand through his hair, which earned a scoff from Alexander, and a laugh from (y/n). "Secondly, if they did like me that means they have a brain, but no one with a brain would hang out with you!" He added still messing with the other man.

"Shut it you two!" You spoke up. They complied after mumbling a few complaints.

"Thank you (l/n)." Washington said, still sitting at his desk waiting to give out our new assignment. "I hope that choosing you three for this wasn't a mistake. You are the best in the office, don't disappoint me." His stern voice ringing in your ears as he handed you a folder full of paperwork.

"Yes sir!" Hamilton piped up quickly.

"Of course Mr.Washington" Jefferson confirmed.

"I'll keep them under control, sir!" You assured him even though you knew that is practically impossible.

"I hope so." Washington sighed. "Get to work then you three."

The three nodded in unison and went into your office since it was the largest and least cluttered (also because Thomas and Alex were arguing over who's office to go to).

"So let's get one thing clear, no insulting each other!" You scolded them before it even started.

"No promises," Thomas scowled at Alex, who made this remark.

Guess who argued the entire time? That's right, the two jerks who are constantly at each other's throats! Who was the only one working the entire time? Correct again, (y/n)! Who had to stop working because they were having a panic attack from being overworked, having to deal with Hamilton and Jefferson fighting, and both of them flirting with you? (Y/n) again!

Shaking and sobbing, air seemed like a foreign thing to you. Alex and Thomas still hadn't noticed you yet. You tried to stop long enough to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom to get some privacy before they noticed. However, it wouldn't slow down. Tears formed a permanent river down your cheeks. You couldn't think between the crying, stress, and lightheadedness. Quiet fell upon the room with the exception of your sobs. Footsteps approached you. You flinched as a hand rubbed your back.

"You okay, darlin'?" A sweet southern accent spoke.

You caught your breath long enough to manage yelling, "Get away from me Jef-" before you could finish your sentence however you passed out cold.

"What do we do?" Jefferson asked.

"I don't know, dear," Alexander said worried. "There goes our good impression. Like they'll ever accept now."

"Well sorry we have to keep our act up at work. Who knows what people will think of us if they found out the truth?" He said bitterly, although his voice began to hang with sadness as he finished his final phrase.

"What do we do?" Alex asked.

"Go tell Washington that they passed out and say we'll take them home and take care of them."

He nodded and ran out of the office. While Thomas picked up (y/n) bridal style and took them out to his car, sitting them in the back buckling the seatbelt for them. He brushed some hair out of (y/n)'s eyes and kissed their forehead.

Alex ran out the building, his arms full of papers. Thomas chuckled, and grabbed the papers from his small boyfriend. "Let me take those, baby." He kissed Alexander's forehead. "I'm driving, you sit in the back with (y/n), okay?" He nodded in response and climbed into the car, his tall boyfriend getting in the driver's seat soon after.

★time★skip★

Thomas sat you on the couch in his and Alexander's large apartment. Alex took refuge on the loveseat soon to be followed by Thomas.

"How are we going to explain this?" Thomas wondered aloud.

"Aliens?" Alexander suggested.

"You're an idiot."

"Correction, I'm your idiot." The smaller man succeeded in making Thomas slightly blush.

"Whaa--where? Where..Where-Where am I?" (Y/n) stirred on the couch.

Both men shot up and ran over to them.

"It's okay, love. You're safe. You passed out at work so we brought you to our apartment."

"How are you feeling darling?"

"Alright, I guess. What's with the nicknames?" You realised quickly something was up (other than the fact you passed out).

"Well..." Alex started, blushing.

"What is it Hamilton? You lose confidence once I regain consciousness." You joked. He chuckled nervously.

"What my boyfriend was trying to say was...that...we love you (y/n)...both of us...and we wanted to know if you'd like to...I don't know....join us maybe?" Thomas looked down embarrassed. "I-i-it's ok i-if you don't feel the same!" He rushed, taking your hesitation as a negative response.

"Of course! Took you long enough to realize I had it for both of you!" You laughed, then gave Thomas a long sweet kiss.

The moment was interrupted by Alex whispering to Thomas, "If you really loved me you would share them!" (Ha!) Which in response you pulled apart laughing, then you attacked the other man with a kiss just as good as the one you gave Thomas.

After you pulled away you asked the two, "What comes next?"

"We'll tell the story of tonight!" Alex smiled at you.

"We'll love each other non-stop," Thomas said gently pulling the two of you closer.

"Good night."

"Good night (y/n)."

"Good night loves."