#jamilton high school au

[imageneralweee]

HAMILTON HIGH SCHOOL AU SHIPS

little thing: Hercules is Aromantic, so there will be a lot of bromance. All ships will be emplied, some more some less.

HEAVILY EMPLIED SHIPS:

HamBurr

Hamliza

JEFFMADS

Jaria

georgesquared

Leebury

Changelica

Leggy

Meggy

Marliza

TheoBurr

LESS EMPLIED SHIPS:

Those I didn't specify for example:

LeeRens

Marlica

Mardosia

Lams

Lauyette

Mulette(bromance)

Ecc...

NO:

JAMILTON.

that's it!! :3

[im-still-writing-out-of-time]

Public Outing

The final winner’s choice fic for 200 followers!! Thank you so much @theouterdomain for being a follower and for being in my notifications all the time. ❤️

Warnings; trans outing, descriptions of violence

Masterlist

Thomas stood in front of Alexander, arms crossed as he listen to the short man argue. His hair was braided into cornrows, tightly pulled back against his head. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, sliding down as he looked at Alexander, whose hands were waving wildly to illustrate his point. People flooded in the halls around them, immune to the daily arguments between the two. “And another thing, Thomas, I-”

A ripping sound filled Alexander’s ears as a breeze danced across his back. His arms fell to his side as his body froze, his eyes wild. He stared at Thomas in shock, lip quivering as his t-shirt fell forward on his body. A dark gray binder held tight against his chest as someone pushed their way through the crowd, calling him a freak of nature. “Alexander?”

The shirt fell to the floor, the sleeves raking against his arms as they dropped. His chest was heaving, deep shuddering breaths shaking his body. Tears were hot against his cheeks, a steady stream sliding down his chest, the tears disappearing into the dark fabric.

“Alexander.”

He blinked the tears away and bolted down the hallway. Students stood watching in silence as Alexander pushed his way through the crowd. The warning bell rang and began to shuffle into their classrooms, except for Thomas. He stayed bolted in place, his mind racing.

A scream sounded from around the corner. Alexander.

“Leave me alone!”

The sound of someone hitting the floor. Screaming, accompanied with the occasional slam of a locker sounded down the hallway, growing fainter with increasing distance. Thomas was bolted into place. He could hear someone talking in his ear, but the words were lost to him.

“What?”

“I asked you if you were okay.” A small freshman stood in front of him, her books under her arm.

“I have to go find Alexander.”

The look she gave him was full of pity. “Check the nurse’s office. The gym teacher just had to tackle him to take him down.”

Thomas shoved his glasses back up his nose, and booked down the hallway. “Thank you!” He shouted, turning the corner. The nurse’s office was at the other end of the school. His mind was swirling. Part of him ached for what Alexander had just gone through; being outed in the main hallway, in front of half of the high school, and part of him was just confused. Why? How? Why was he outed? Why had that kid decided to try and ruin Alexander’s life, ruin Alexander? How had the kid found out? Who even was he? His heart was thundering as he grew closer to the nurse’s office. Was Alexander okay?

“Is Alexander here?” He asked the old lady behind the desk.

“Mr Jefferson, do you have a pass to be here?”

“I could lie to you and say I told my teacher I was coming here. But no. I came right here.”

The nurse sighed, picking up the phone. “Where are you supposed to be right now?”

“Geography 204.”

The nurse nodded her head to a back room. “Alexander is back there. Don’t rile him up or I’ll kick you out.”

Thomas nodded before taking a shuddering breath. Would Alexander even want to see him? He shoved the door open to the back room and slipped inside. Alexander was laying on one of those terribly uncomfortable beds, his wrists clipped in braces on either side of his body. “Oh, Alexander,” he breathed.

Alexander’s head drooped to the side, his eyes empty as he blinked impossibly slow, giving Thomas a sad smirk. His lip was swollen, a deep cut bleeding slightly. “Did you know this school has so many quote-unquote-problem kids that they actually have an exam bed with braces? They almost pinned my legs down, too.” His elbows were bent at odd angles, his wrists pulled up even with his shoulders. “Alexander-”

“I hate this so much,” he sobbed, his face scrunching up. “I can’t be here anymore. I’ve been here for three years. And I was finally getting used to the place, you know? I eat lunch with Laf and Herc and John, and I argue with you and James, and everyone always just… accepted me, and now they all know. And now I’m gonna have to leave.”

“Why do you have to leave just because they know?” Thomas pulled the stool from the corner over to the bed.

“They’ll kill me,” he whispered. “They’ll gang up on me. And they’ll kill me. It happens every time.” He has raised his head slightly to look at Thomas, and he slammed his head back onto the bed. “I don’t wanna die,” he whimpered. “For the first time in as long as I can remember, I actually enjoy waking up. I enjoy coming to school and seeing your stupid face, and hearing your dumb opinions, and owning this place with the guys. And now it’s all gone. Everyone is gonna hate me more than they already do.”

“I don’t hate you,” Thomas whispers. “As dumb as your opinions are, and as loud and arrogant as you can be, I don’t hate you.” He chuckles slightly. “Kinda the exact opposite actually.”

Alexander stayed silent, his eyes drifting closed. “I don’t want to go,” he finally whispered.

“So don’t,” Thomas whispered back.

The nurse pushed the door open. “Alex,” she said, moving towards him with keys in her hands. “When was the last time you took your Xanax?”

His face went blank, eyes searching the air for the answer. He sat up on the bed and rubbed his newly freed wrists. His eyes darted from Thomas to the nurse, his chest heaving with each breath, his heart beating visible against his olive skin.

“Since it’s taking you so long to figure it out, I’m going to assume it’s been a while, yeah?” She dumped some pills in her hand as Alex nodded his head ashamedly. “I called George, and he brought your prescription, and I called your doctor. Considering you missed your morning dose, and now it’s time for your lunch dose, he said he wants you to take both of them now. That’s eight pills, Alex.” She held the palmful of tiny white pills out to him.

“Can I have a cup of water?” He asked, taking them in his own hand.

Thomas left the small room and returned with a cup of water, holding it out to him.

“Thanks.” Alexander took the pills and popped them all in his mouth at once, chasing them with half the cup of water. “Did- did George bring me another shirt?” His eyes stayed cast away from everyone, the small blue garbage pail in the corner becoming increasingly interesting.

“No, he didn’t. If you want, I can call him to bring you one, or you can borrow one of the nurse’s stash shirts.”

Alexander’s eyes shone with tears. “I don’t want one of the loner shirts, and I don’t want to bother George anymore. Can’t I just stay here for the rest of the day?”

“You have to get to class. Both of you,” she specified, looking at Thomas, who just nodded. He shrugged off his letterman and forced Alexander’s arms into it, buttoning all but the top two buttons up. The top of his binder was clearly visible, the jacket hanging off him, but at least he was covered. Alexander forced his hands through the sweater paws, fighting to keep the sleeves around his wrists before giving in and snuggling deeper into the red and white fabric.

“Is that okay for you Alexander?” The nurse asked as Alexander curled back up on the bed. “Yeah, it’s fine.” He sniffled. “Can we stay here for the rest of the period? We’ll both leave when the bell rings.”

She looked at Alexander. He looked pitiful, his eyes dimmed red, light purple bags beneath them, a snotty nose that he refuses to blow, and instead, kept sniffling. “Yeah, whatever. But I want you both out for your next class.” Both boys nodded and she closed the door. They sat in silence, Alexander curled up on the bed, Thomas finding the chair beside him once more. “Alexander, I didn’t know.”

“That was the whole point,” he whined. “No one was supposed to find out. I worked so hard to get where I am and it was just shattered in a matter of seconds.”

Thomas’s hand dug for Alexander’s, retrieving it from its sweater paw. “What did you mean by they always kill you?”

Alexander sunk into himself even more at the question. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It was just a weird way to word things and I overstepped, I definitely overstepped and you hate me, so why would you want me to know one of your thoughts and the reasoning behind your thoughts and now I’m rambling and I’m going to shut up.” He sighed and looked at the ceiling before looking down at Alexander and catching the small smile on his face. “What?”

“I don’t hate you. I just think you’re a giant asshole,” he teased, sitting up on the bed, hunching over. “I was at my last school for about three months before I came out to someone I trusted, or, someone I thought I could trust. It turned out he was a super transphobe, and so he got a bunch of his real friends and they lynched me. George was my foster father then, and he came home to find me strung up in the garage. They had recorded it with a hidden camera and ended up uploading it to YouTube or something. I was dead for sixteen minutes before paramedics got there according to the video. And they barely managed to revive me on scene.”

“A video….”

“Yeah, I watched it a few times, wondering why George had happened to come home early and happened to want to park his car in the garage for once. It was all a bunch of coincidences that ended up with me sitting here, outed again, waiting for the retaliation again.” He looked up slightly, and angled his head to the side, and for the first time in three years, Thomas noticed the discoloration on his neck- the rope burn. “No one will ever hurt you again Alexander, I promise.”

“You can’t promise that.” “I know, but who would fight with you when you have the football team’s quarterback on your arm? Hmm?” Alexander smiled, blushing at Thomas’s words. “Kiss me.”

Thomas didn’t fight him. He leaned in, their lips brushing together. It was gentle; Thomas’s hand reached around Alexander to cup the back of his head, holding him in place. Alexander smiled into the kiss. He was surrounded by Thomas’s scent- the smell of his cologne dancing heavy in the air around them from the letterman, the taste of TicTac was strong in his mouth- wintergreen if Alex knew his tastes- the smell of his laundry detergent was heavy on the white t-shirt strapped against his muscles, and his natural scent was dizzying. It was a high Alexander never wanted to leave.

Thomas leaned back slowly, his hand drifting from the back of Alexander’s neck to caress his cheek. His eyes were a beautiful golden brown, shining at Alexander with adoration.

“I think I could stay here if it meant I get kissed like that on a regular basis,” Alexander joked, a small laugh huffing from his chest.

“Well, it just so happens that I’m looking for someone to wear my number at the homecoming game next week. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night and we’ll go out for pizza and wings, and it’ll be like a little, uh, interview to see if you’re a viable candidate.”

“Oh? And how many, uh, interviews do you have?”

A sly smirk graced Thomas’s face. “Just yours.”

Alexander blushed. “What if I don’t want anyone else wearing your jersey but me?”

Thomas stroked his chin. “Do I still get to take you to get pizza and wings tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Then you’ve already got the position as boyfriend, jersey wearer, and chief arm candy,” Thomas said, pressing a gentle kiss to Alexander’s temple.

“Good,” Alexander whispered. “Also, you’ll have to fight me to get this jacket back. It’s comfy, it smells like you, and it’s mine now.”

“It’s all yours, Alex. It’s all yours.” He wasn’t just talking about the jacket, either.

[kapiche]

some more high school au! i love it so much help me

[angelicdestieldemon]

School Secret

This was written quite a while ago but it was posted on my fan fiction account but it has finally made its way here. This is part one of a two part (maybe more in the future) story and I hope you enjoy it!

Mr. Jefferson and Mr. Hamilton were the two most attractive teachers in the school. They also hated each other if their constant arguing, or as they called it debating, was anything to go by. So naturally, the entire school shipped them together. The biggest shippers were their student government members: Lafayette, Hercules, John, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy.  

No one is quite sure how it all started but at some point, one student deemed that the relationship between the two teachers was full of Unresolved Sexual Tension (UST). So now the student government were trying to get their teachers to hook up or at least kiss already.  

--XOX--  

"Ok, I promised a while ago that we could go on a trip to the National Museum and finally our lord and master has granted my request so next Monday we will not be in class." Mr. Jefferson told his class.  

He smiled at the 'whoops' and 'cheers' he got in response from his class.  

"Sir?" A voice asked from in front of his desk.  

Thomas looked up and found the three Schuyler sisters at his desk.  

"Yes, miss Schuyler?"  

"Sir, because there are more than 20 pupils in this class, won't you need another teacher to come along?" Angelica asked innocently.  

Thomas restrained the smirk he could feel trying to break free.  

"Yes I will, do you have anyone in mind you think I should ask?" He replied with the same faux innocence.  

"You could always ask Mr. Hamilton, sir. I'm sure he would enjoy coming with us, he is quite into history." Eliza replied smoothly, the innuendo in her words seemingly innocent.  

"I suppose, I could but I would have to ask the Headmaster if our esteemed mess of an English teacher could be excused for a whole day. Leave it with me girls."  

"Thanks, Mr. Jefferson." The girls responded in unison before leaving the class when the bell rung.  

Once he was sure his students had gone he took out his phone from his pocket and typed out a text.  

To: Xander <3

U were right. They want me to ask you to come.

Xx

Thomas sent the text while smiling to himself. He grabbed the next pile of essays that needed marking and grabbed his purple highlighter. He was only half way through the first essay when his phone vibrated on his desk.  

From: Xander <3

Told u so! They ship the fuck out of us xx

From: Xander <3

Oh and I accept ur grand invitation xx

Thomas smiled to himself at the messages before sending one back.  

To: Xander <3

I said they wanted me to ask, doesn't mean I actually want u to come.

Xx

From: Xander <3

U wound me, love  

BTW it's ur turn to cook tonite xx

To: Xander <3

Mac and Cheese?  

Xx

From: Xander <3

Don’t u dare! Xx

Thomas smiled once more before putting his phone away and finished his marking.  

--XOX--  

They had arrived at the Museum just before it opened to make the most of the day. They only had to wait outside for roughly 5 minutes before they were let inside. Immediately everyone split up in different directions knowing that they had to meet back at the entrance at 1 pm to go have lunch.  

Alexander and Thomas had sat at opposite ends of the bus trying to maintain the hateful relationship they had at school, meanwhile texting each other throughout the journey.  

Thomas was wearing his stupid purple coat that looked gorgeous on him and Alexander was trying not to drool at the sight. He especially tried to ignore all the memories that coat was involved in and all the things that he had done to Thomas while Thomas was wearing the coat.  

Once he was sure all the students were gone Alexander grabbed Thomas by the hand dragged him down an empty corridor leading to, most likely, the toilets. Thomas found himself pushed against the wall with his husband pressed against him.  

"You were not wearing this coat when we left home this morning," Alex growled into Thomas' ear.  

The jackass managed a smug smile before Alexander pulled his head down into a kiss. Thomas' smile disappeared as he focused on his husband's lips on his. He knew they shouldn't be doing this here, in broad daylight, one of the students might see but he couldn’t help himself. He loved Alexander more than he thought was possible. They melted into each other, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies pressed against each other and their mouths slotted together. Thomas' hands rested on his husband's hips while Alexander's were wrapped around Thomas's neck.  

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested against each other. Their eyes remained closed, just reveling in the moment.  

"We should probably check out the museum at least a little bit," Alexander whispered.  

"Hmmm. Yeah, we probably should." Thomas replied.  

With one last chaste kiss, they broke apart and walked back out into the main area of the museum.  

--XOX--  

"Hey, guys I think I left my purse at reception," Peggy told her friends.  

"Are you sure you don’t have it?" Hercules asked.  

"Yeah, I can't find it and I remember having when we got here," Peggy said, trying not to worry.  

"It's cool we'll come with you to go get it," John said.  

"You don’t have to, I can just go back myself," Peggy replied.  

"That wouldn’t be, how you say, chivalrous of us would it mon chérie," Laf said, making Peggy smile.  

The group walked back to reception and Peggy found her purse on top of the counter.  

"Thank god." She said, relieved.  

They were about to go back to look at the exhibits when they heard the sound of something hitting the wall.  

"Did you hear that?" Eliza asked the group.  

Everyone nodded looking slightly puzzled.  

"It sounded like it came from down there," Angelica said, pointing to the corridor leading to the toilets.  

The group went to investigate and were met with the image of Mr. Hamilton holding Mr. Jefferson against the wall.  

"Should we do something? They look like they are about to fight." John whispered but before anyone could answer him, Mr. Hamilton pulled Mr. Jefferson's head down and kissed him.  

They group watched dumbfounded as the two teachers kissed like it wasn’t the first time and after a few minutes of slow making out the two teachers pulled apart just enough to rest their foreheads together. It was silent, they didn't talk and neither did the students. Finally, Mr. Hamilton said something and the two teachers kissed again before breaking apart completely.  

The students quickly ran back down the corridor leading to the exhibits, all with smiles on their faces: they knew their teachers were together!  

--XOX--  

After catching their teachers making out like teenagers in the museum, Eliza, Peggy, Angelica, John, Hercules, and Laf came up with a plan to make their teachers sit together this time on the bus instead of apart like they had on the way over.  

When they were leaving the museum they made sure the only two seat remaining were at the front of the bus together. Leaving the teacher no choice but to sit next to each other. John watched his favourite two teachers try to act put out at the prospect of sitting next to each but after seeing them earlier he knew that this was all an act.  

And hey, if the six students saw the teachers discreetly hold hands while on their phones, well they didn’t say anything.  

[hamilmoodboards]

Jamilton high school star starcrossed secret lovers (popular jock jefferson, nerd and outcast hamilton) ??

Here ya go!

{Requests are open!}

[apparentlyiwritestuff]

Sneaky peeky

Here is a portion of the next chapter in Hamilton A High School Teacher AU. The chapter is currently in the works but will be around soon.

Thomas was up at eight o'clock on Saturday. He had a shower. When he got out he made coffee and placed himself on the couch with his book.

At around ten-ish Alexander waltzed groggily down the hallway in nothing but boxers. The sight almost had Thomas spewing out his coffee. Alex seen this and smirked before saying.

“What Thomas never seen a practically naked man before?” Thomas avoids the question and tries to avoid looking at Alex.

“Would you like some coffee?” Thomas asks and gets up to go to the kitchen before he begins to take in Alex's body.

“Coffee would be very much appreciated.” Alex shouts to Thomas from the living room.

Thomas pours the cup of coffee. “How do you like your coffee?” No response.

“Alex?” He turns around and heads to the living room and Alex wasn’t there.

“Hamilton where are you? Jokes over come out now.”

Also it’s now going to be official for the time being we will have: Jamilton, Burrens, Marliza, George^2, and PHILIDOSIA!

Unfortunately these may change due to... Happenings in the future. But for let’s be happy with these!

[mainmanham-blog]

theres the boy!

[artgrunt]

A High School Jamilton AU? Maybe. 

Also, how can one’s art style change so much?? 

[lox-hello1]

Jamilton in high school

Hamilton: ok we need to think about this group project

Jefferson: It's literally two weeks ahead.

Hamilton: tHAT'S WHY I FUCKING SAID "THINK ABOUT" INSTEAD OF "DO", YOU HAIRY KIWI.

[whizzersgoingdown247]

High School AU where 1) Alex is bi and is tired and angry and is in love with his best friend John Laurens 2) John is a closeted gay due to an abusive dad and bullying (he gets into fights over it a lot) 3) Jefferson has a fake letterman and is secretly trying really hard to get Alex in bed even though Alex hates him 4) John and Alex end up dating but Alex has a hard time keeping it a secret 5) chaos ensues WHAT SHOULD I CALL THIS AU AND DO YOU GUYS WANT MORE ART / COMICS EXPLAINING MORE PLOT AND CUTE FLUFF AND OR SMUT STUFF HMU

[bunnyryl33]

My Own Personal Hamilton Highschool AU, starring Alexander Hamilton, 16,  the smol shy dork with hidden feelings for his bully and Thomas, 17, the asshole leader of the ‘cool kids’ that has anger issues from his closeted feelings for a small nerd.

[violetsbaudelaire-archive]

a list of my fanfiction, alphabetized, for convenience

a series of unfortunate events

— the world still spins;  (hanukkah fic)

fantastic beasts and where to find them

— a broken-winged bird; (angels & demons au ft. newtina, jacqueenie, leta x theseus)

— birds of a feather; (high school au)

— may all your christmases be white; (newtina christmas fic)

hamilton

— all tied up; (whamilton teacher au)

— a love that lets go; (maria x eliza fic)

— basil & bergamot; (whamilton candle shop au)

— but don’t take love off the table yet; (jamilton rock band au)

— check, please; (whamilton meet-cute)

— coffee; (domestic whamilton)

— honorary father’s day; (sequel to basil & bergamot)

— horses & hijinks; (sequel to sneaky bastards)

— sneaky bastards; (jamilton child au)

— the love of my eternity; (hamiliza immortals au)

— the man with the wings tattoo; (whamilton hurt/comfort)

— when we live no more, we may live ever; (prequel to you’re not alone)

— you can wear the crown but you’re no princess; (but don’t take the love off the table yet’s spicy sequel)

— you play through my mind like a symphony; (jamilton college au)

— you’re not alone; (domestic whamilton ft. philip hamilton)

hannah montana 

—  cool for the summer; (liley summer camp au)

harry potter

— coffee, then the world; (pansmione college au)

— of cloudless climes and starry skies; (linny soulmate au)

— paper lanterns; (linny coffee shop au)

— you were the song stuck in my head (linny songfic)

house md

— mixed up; (robert chase character study) 

julie and the phantoms

— accordant notes; (juke meet-cute)

— “ I am not telling you how I lost my virginity, nope.” + willex + background juke + previous luke x alex

— stolen words; (erased anime au ft. very minor ruke)

— sweat(shirt)er weather; (juke stealing clothes, reversed gender roles fic)

— the cloud that took the form of a demon in my view; (supernatural au ft. juke)

chapters: one / two / 

— the midnight hour is close at hand; (halloween fic ft. juke, willex, carrie x nick)

—  “we can either just cuddle, or you can sleep on the couch?” + willex

— “why’s it so small?” + willex (aka, the christmas tree heist)

— “you love me and you know it.” + juke (aka, is cereal a soup?: a jatp debate)

—  “you said you weren’t going to leave, no matter how hard things got.” + willex

—  “I just tell myself thing will get better.” + willex

sweeney todd (2007) 

—  your secret is safe, i won't say a word; (johanna x anthony lovers to friends fic)

the grisha trilogy

— in another life, i would make you stay; (genyalina songfic)

[jefferoni-quotes]

Do you have any headcanons for a Jamilton High school AU?

Oh boy!

They're both on the debate team

They get paired on a team together, talking about politics

And surprisingly they agree on quite a few things

Which wow surprise!

Anyway Alexander goes over to Thomas' house to study, and practise for their debate

Thomas is in the bathroom and Alexander is a little snoop, so he looking through the sketchbook on the end of the bed

And Thomas is really good at drawing, I mean really good. He can draw people really well.

So Alex is flipping through this sketchbook and whaddya know! Thomas has drawn Alexander a few times 😎

And he's flattered

But Thomas walks back in and he's all flustered because oOh no-

And they chat-

N bingo bango boongo kissing

The end

I'm too lazy to write the rest, but this is basically something sitting in my drafts I wanted to share.

[kapiche]

thought: new high school couple out of the closet, alex is hella excited and thomas is a lil scared but alex helps him overcome it

[jamalam]

Soulmate AU where you can watch what's happening to your soulmate: but only if it's a bad part of their life. Ex. A memory of them being bullied, tortured, etc. and only from their eyes (+ everything is basic shapes so you don't know exactly who your soulmate is without hurting them) also, if you cause someone a bad memory your soulmate can see it

Requests are closed…And I need to work on my other Soulmate AU….

SO OF COURSE I WILL WRITE THIS

The first thing Thomas felt in his dream was the cold linoleum floor against his cheek. So this is what my soulmate went through today, he thought grimly. Looking up, he saw three figures-of course he did. He had already figured out that his soulmate was short, so it didn’t make sense to have people ganging up on them.

One of the taller figures strolled up towards him, cackling. Thomas kept his head down- well, his soulmate did, at least. A debilitating kick was directed towards his ribs, knocking the wind out of him in one fell swoop. 

And then he woke up.

Sweat drenched his shirt, the thin fabric clinging to him. He knew that he couldn’t just brush it off, tell himself that it was just a dream, because it wasn’t. That was something his soulmate had gone through the day before. It was a common dream, too. Lying on the floor, being hurt by people. He could only hope they were alright now.

Trying to push though it, Thomas got out of bed and got dressed for the day. Grabbing his daily anxiety medication, he stared at it quietly for a moment. They made him less anxious, yes, but…did his soulmate take these medications, too?

Dismissing the thought, Thomas swallowed his medication and left the house, shouting a quick goodbye to his parents. The bus ride to school started off clear, but became slightly hazy after a few moments, as his medication tended to make things.

Once he was at school, he smiled and walked up to his usual group of friends, chatting idly with them before the bell would ring. 

“Oh my god,” Aaron said, looking off to the side in disgust. “Look who’s here.” Shifting his gaze, Thomas nearly laughed as he saw the scrawny frame of none other than Alexander Hamilton.

“Hey, Thomas,” James asked, stepping in front of Alexander. “Do you remember what we do to geeks?”

“No, James. Care to refresh my memory?” Thomas replied, blocking Alexander’s other way out of the mess. Smirking at Thomas, James pushed Alexander to the ground, laughing as he did so. Aaron walked around Alexander’s body, which was curled up into a ball as to shield himself from attacks.

“James,” Thomas stated loudly enough to stop the other teen from doing anything. “Let’s go. It’s not like we have to waste our time with the son of a whore. I bet he could just go crying to that prostitute, couldn’t he? Oh…he can’t. Can you?”  Thomas knelt down next to Alexander’s shivering body. “I asked you a question, loser. Can you?”

“N-no…” He mumbled out, holding back tears.

“Why not?”

“Because she’s dead.”

“Guess you’re just a bastard orphan whore’s son, huh? C’mon you guys. he’s not worth our time.” Thomas decided, standing up and walking away from the whimpering mass know as Alexander Hamilton. 

He knew that on some level, this was wrong. that what he was doing to Hamilton made him the kind of person that haunted his soulmate’s nightmares. But he knew that he was right. Hamilton deserved it, for being so...him.

The rest of the school day passed by in a blur, a mush of test prep and throwing scraps of paper at the back of Hamilton’s head during the classes they had together. The bus ride home was buzzing with people’s voice, the resonating sound remaining in his head as he did his homework later that night.

He had almost forgotten to pull off his shoes when he collapsed after too many long hours of studying into his bed. Closing his eyes, he allowed the cold abyss of sleep to wash over him.

He woke up the next morning in a cold sweat once more. Trying to think back to his dream that had awoken him, he realized it had been another vision of his soulmate’s day. the voices of the figures were heavily distorted, but a few short words stuck into his mind, burning into the back of his eyes so intensely he felt tears trail down his face.

He had barely any memories from the dream except for the short phrase:

“Bastard orphan whore’s son.”.

[limpblotter]

Piece of Cake

Warning: ...cussin and waste of food, also unedited(raw draft) a/n: oneshot drabble, jam fluff. Getting those writing juices flowin’ Summary: high school au/ hamilton w/c: 3733

“Why the hell are we here?” Alexander groaned, he ran a hand down his tired face. He started to think back at the series of events that led him here. Where was here? Sitting at a long table for two in a Home Economics class. There were various cooking tools, bowls, a sink and small two burner stove top oven...and there was his partner. The bile began to rise up his throat and threatened to force a gag out of him. He glanced over at the purple bomber jacket wearing, big haired, facial hair on fleek idiot beside him. His partner sported a face of immense disinterest, his eyes on his phone as he scrolled with his thumb.

“Because you’re a fucking idiot who got us kicked out of Creative Writing.” Thomas responded with a hiss, he didn’t look up while he spoke to Alexander, he didn’t want to look at the face of the guy who placed him in this bullshit elective.

Honestly that was not how he remembered it going down at all. What he remembered was signing up for the Creative Writing class with his friends Aaron and Gilbert. His best friend John Laurens wasn’t a fan of writing and took on Aquatics as his elective. Alexander was more of an academic, though he tried his hand in sports. He was fairly good at wrestling but found it hard to maintain the proper weight/height ratio to stay in his class. He decided to follow Aaron in a more relaxed subject, one he knew he was well versed at as well. As for Gilbert...well he was in it because Mr. Washington was teaching the class.

Alexander only expected the best of the best to be there, Angelica Schuyler's little sister Eliza was taking the class, as she did the year before. It was highly recommended after that. Alexander expected James Madison the kid who skipped two full grades to be there, he seemed to enjoy writing as well. What he didn’t expect was Thomas Jefferson to be there. Apparently he was some kid that moved away then moved back or some weird drama. He was popular when he left and even more so when rumors flooded in that he and Angelica were dating. 

Not. True. He wasn’t a fan of someone who just waltzed into school like that. Alexander wasn’t popular...he tried and he was popular among his close friends. Most people found him annoying, the kid who got in trouble and still managed to get the grades. Kid who never shut up and pissed off nearly everyone. It took a certain kind of person to put up with him. “Maybe if you didn’t start talking shit I wouldn’t have thrown my book at you.” Alex growled back, remembering clearly that in the middle of his discussion, Thomas had clearly leaned over to Madison. He looked right at Alex and laughed right at him.

Thomas rolled his eyes, still not giving Alex the benefit of meeting his eye contact. “Please, you don’t even know I was talking about you and even if I was, someone who talks as much shit as you should be able to take it.” The dislike was mutual. Thomas was not a fan of popularity in the sense of having people flock him. He liked being admired from afar. Little knew but he was quite awkward around too many people, often leaning on the moral support of his friends like Madison. Alexander threw him off balance. He was boisterous and impossible to ignore, more importantly he brought out an ugly side to Thomas that no one had seen before.

“I can take the shit talking!” Alex yelled, earning a hush from their new elective teacher. Of course, it was bold face lie. Alexander could deal out some of the rudest, wittiest insults but the moment it was directed back at him he flew off the handle. In his mind, he had to have the last word, the last say, the last insult no matter what. He was in the middle of a great discussion when Thomas interrupted him. Sure throwing his book across the room and taking out Madison instead of Thomas was a bad idea. It would have been well worth it if he had hit Thomas instead. “No one told you to return fire…”

“You fucking socked James in the face with your book and gave him a nosebleed.”

“I said I was sorry.” Alex crossed his arms.

“After you complained about how your shot would have been perfect if it wasn’t for his, and I quote, ‘bulbous air brained head’” Alexander smirked to himself, it was a good time to use his word of the day. “Now thanks to you, James is stuck in the nurse’s office and the only other elective I get is Home Ec, stuck with you.”

The fight didn’t go over well with George. Who, as much as he loved Alexander as a student and a person, wanted him to learn a little restraint even when it came to those he had trouble tolerating. Alex felt personally attacked. He was Washington’s favorite, he was the cool new kid that everyone befriended. Then the ‘legend’ Thomas Jefferson, rich, snobby, basketball player comes back and everyone is up in arms. Angelica and Lafayette were apparently his friends first, George missed him since he coached the team. Even Aaron Burr spoke highly of Thomas. It was sickening. “Whatever lets just get this over with.”

The bell rang and Mrs.Adams began instruction they were to make a dish  that reminded them of home. The deep sentimentality made Alexander’s stomach churn. He had been through various foster homes, hopscotched around so many times the past was just a blur. That was another internal lie, he purposely tried to keep his past in the past. He looked over at Thomas. He was from the South or something, he remembered hearing that stupid twang in his voice. He probably wanted to make fried chicken or something. They were suppose to work together, other groups already started brainstorming while Thomas started taking out pots from the cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Alex watched as Thomas silently began to maneuver around him.

“I’m going to make my comfort food.” He answered, “Be a doll, and get me some cheese from the fridge.”

“This suppose to be a team thing, we didn’t discuss what we’re making.” Alex ignored his instructions. Thomas rolled his eyes and went to get the items himself. Fine,if that was how he was going to play it. Alexander went to the back and grabbed a large, clear, cylindrical container of ground up coffee.

He returned just as Thomas was filling up a pot with sink water. “What are You doing?”

“I’m going to make my comfort food.” Alexander echoed in a mocking voice, it was hard to mock Thomas’s voice. It was low and rumbly but not at all gritty. It was...smooth and low, like dark chocola--

“We can’t make two different foods, we can only turn in one.” Thomas glared as Alexander popped the container open and started measuring out a few cups of ground coffee. “Coffee isn’t even a fucking food, you dunderhead.” 

“Doll, now Dunderhead, what are you fifty?” Thomas was old fashion, his tastes were dated and so was were his insults apparently. “Hm, then I guess whoever finishes first gets to turn in our assignment.” Alex mused watching Thomas’s dark eyes narrow at him. They shared a silent moment, which was rare, nothing but glares and shallow breathing before they broke away and furiously went to cooking. Racing to be the other.

Thomas turned and dumped all of the pasta in the water before it was boiling. Alex went and started practically throwing cups of flour into the bowl with his coffee. A puff of flour rose from his bowl and dusted itself onto Thomas’s jacket sleeve. “Fucking watch it slob.” He tore off his jacket and revealed intensely toned biceps and a tight tshirt that hugged his wide chest. Alexander clenched his jaw unable to repress the small wave of shock. Thomas felt eyes on him and looked down. Alexander was glaring a hole into Thomas ‘s arm. “Take a picture, it lasts longer” He purred.

The shorter student felt a rage. The same violent rage he felt when he heard Thomas laugh at him. That stupid, soft, bell like laugh that was warm and light, completely contradicting what Hamilton assumed his laugh would sound like. With no book to throw and no time to waste, Alex eyed the open bag of flour that was between him and Jefferson. In midmix he elbowed the back and watched it flop over all over Thomas’s side of the table. “Whoops.” Alex smiled, the flour trickled off the side of the table down to Thomas’s fancy oxfords.

His southern attitude shined as he sucked his teeth and rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Thomas kicked off some of the excess flour from his feet and looked over at Alex. He waited until he was measuring cups of milk and just as he began to Thomas nudged his arm causing him to spill out of the bowl and onto himself. “Whoops~”

“You, fuckin’” Alex turned and was met by a flour covered hand smearing the white dust all over his face.

“Good look for you, Hamilton, ever considered wearing makeup to cover up those baby hairs on your chinny-chin-chin?” Thomas smirked, insulting the only thing that kept the strangely rosy, baby faced Hamilton from looking overly feminine. Thomas went back to stirring the pasta now that the water was now in a rolling boil. Hamilton angrily wiped his face, getting only some of the flour off his skin. He looked down at the batter he was making and smirked. “Thomas…” Alexander cooed, sickly sweet. Falsely sweet but it sent a strange sensation down Thomas’s spine. He turned his head cautiously and noticed Alexander was still covered in flour. Ha. He smirked but it started to fade when he tried to read Alex’s expression. It was soft, no smile, cheeks flared. He was slightly disarmed, long enough for Alex to lean forward. Thomas’s nervous and awkward tendencies started to shine as he backed up, slightly gawk like expression in his eyes. Hamilton, confident as always, got so close their chests bumped. And fast as a whip, Thomas’s well maintained facial hair was slapped by Alex. He felt a wet, goop on his face. “I think coffee cake batter is a good shade for you.”

Jefferson frantically shoved Alex aside, his bowl in his hand, as he hogged the sink. Alex lost control of his bowl and his batter went flying all over the floor. Thomas ran out water over his face. He made quick work of the cake mix before it made him break out.

A livid Alexander who’s “hard work” was now splattered on the ground walked over to the sink. He pressed his thumb against the faucet hole and the water pressure exploded as a stream of water aimed at Thomas’s wild, mane like hair. “You missed a spot”

Thomas shook his head, his curls now hung low heavy from being dampened. “So did you!” He grabbed Alexander by the collar and held him up a few inches off the ground. “BOYS” Mrs. Adams glared at them. “I hope you two have your dish done in the next thirteen minutes...or else you will both not only be failed, it will be a trip to Principal King’s office!”

They gulped in unison. Thomas didn’t want to visit the principal, his parents would skin him alive if he got in trouble and risked missing a game. Hamilton couldn’t risk hurting his college bound future with a failing grade… Slowly Thomas placed Alexander down and sighed. “Look lets just do something, anything…” 

“Well coffee cake is out of the question.” Alex sighed. Not like he was any good at making cake.

“Ew who puts coffee in a cake?” Thomas wrinkled his nose. “My mac and cheese idea is so much better.” “I forget my partner has the tastebuds of a child.” Alex only ever saw Thomas eat carbs and cheese. His palette was almost as stupid as Thomas’s love for the color purple. His tired eyes darted behind Thomas to the pot on the stove, it was foaming and overflowing behind him. “Yeah i don’t think your dish is going to work out either.”

“Shit!” The southern boy spun around and turned off the stove. The pasta was painfully over cooked, now they were both out of luck. “Crap...now what? We can’t cook something in eleven minutes can we?” He looked at Alex who was rubbing his finger under his chin. He looked deep in thought, pensive, those eyes framed by sleepless bags never really looked tired. They had a bad frame around them, in truth, Alexander’s eyes (in Thomas’s opinion) were wide awake. Intelligent browns that were hyper focused to any and all tasks at hand. Shame, those bags made him look lazy and lackluster. Thomas blushed a bit realizing he had been thinking about Alexander’s eyes. The moment of admiration was fleeting as Alexander turned and started pacing towards the pantry. “Hello? Earth to Hamilton do you have an idea or what?” Jefferson waited but got no response. He groaned and followed behind Alexander as he searched the dry ingredients shelf. “Hamilton, you being quiet is unnerving so speak we have 11 minutes to make something that doesn’t cause food poisoning.” 

“No bake Cheesecake.” He muttered. Thomas didn’t catch that, Hamilton turned around holding a box of graham crackers. “We’ll make a no bake cheesecake. I saw it once skimming on Facebook. It was one of those tasty videos.” “You watched a Tasty video?” “No, I skimmed it but I got the gist.” Alex pouted as Thomas facepalmed in front of him. “Look you have cream cheese, we have whipped cream and no time to actually bake anything, you want to fail fine but I’m going to do something about.” He marched off. He didn’t need Thomas’s help. He’d pull both of their asses out of this mess, he was not going to fail a class and ruin his chances in an Ivy league school. He started cleaning some space when suddenly a hand came out and stopped him. Their skins met and Alex felt a jolt so strong he made him flinch back. 

Thomas stared down at him, his cheeks slightly red “what can I do?”

How strange, Thomas was being helpful? Subservient? Alex could get use to that look on his face. The awkward, unsure shy look he wore, the blush, not to mention he looked pretty nice with his hair wet and hardly as fluffed up. He was hot when he wasn’t peacocking around. “Grind up the graham crackers, I’ll soften the cream cheese and melt the butter.”

Silence came over them, they worked...well together. Alex found it strange Thomas was silent...then again when Alexander wasn’t around him Thomas seem quiet. After all he was friends with James Madison the sickly and silent type. He didn’t think they had long conversations. They had knowing lookings and that...he envied. He didn’t know anyone that could figure out what was happening in his mind long enough to figure it out. Even his closest friend was lost when it came to what went through his mind. Hamilton watched as Thomas used a rolling pin to bound the crackers as fast and finely as possible. He was...strong. The table shook with his pounding, Alex watched that bicep flex and his heart sputtered like a failing car. It took him a moment to restart his mind, and slowly he went back to working the cream cheese with sugar, whipped cream making a thickened mix. 

Once Thomas was done he grabbed a cake tin and walked around Hamilton. “Watch your back.” He whispered in a low voice closer to Hamilton’s face. Alex’s ears started to burn with color and heat. Thomas reached over Alex’s shoulder, his large arm pressing up just a bit against Alex’s face, grabbing the container of melted butter. Without being told? Alex was impressed. He, absentmindedly, leaned into the arm and felt a sudden urge to close his eyes. “Uh…” Thomas slowly retracted his arm a bit and arched his eyebrow at Alex. “Alright then. You should look into sleeping.” 

“I don’t sleep.” It wasn’t by choice. Thomas chuckled, soft and not sarcastic, were they getting along? No but at least they weren’t biting each other’s heads of. “I’m sure turning off your mind is near impossible but you should at least try cutting down the caffeine.”

“Are you worried about me, Jefferson?” Alex turned his head and there was a silence. “No.” Hamilton rolled his eyes, “crust is done.” “Thanks.” Alex poured the mix in and popped it into the freezer for the rest of the time they had left. “Well now it's up to the fridge.” “I’ll start praying.” Thomas shook his head. “Oh yes, please pray to the Southern Cake God” A questionable believer like Hamilton could only scoff at him. “I don’t pray for miracles.”Thomas smirked, “I’m praying not to fail.”

Hamilton and Jefferson went back to awkward silence. How strange silence came when they couldn’t fight. As if they only knew how to speak to each other when it was meant to hurt. After a while Thomas spoke again, his eyes on his phone, scrolling. “I wasn’t laughing at you.” Alex had his head down, catching some rest as they waited as long as they could. “Excuse me?” “In Creative Writing, I wasn’t laughing at you.” Thomas had put together why Alex had his outburst. He couldn’t believe that Alexander was so sensitive when it came to his performance but it was the only logical conclusion. “I was showing a video to James.” “So why were you looking at me WHILE you laughed?” “Because I was also paying attention. Some of us can manage two things at once.” Thomas shook his head. “I listen to all your stupid discussions. Insightful or not.” Jefferson shrugged, keeping his eyes down on the screen of his phone. Alex blinked...a small smile formed on his lips. So he was heard. Thomas thought he was insightful? Thomas might have only meant at times but Hamilton knew he was always insightful. And Thomas Jefferson paid attention to him…

Mrs. Adams started making her rounds, Alex pulled the cheesecake out of the fridge and placed it on their table. “Well...mess and your little mishaps aside...this looks promising.” She took a slice and jotted down a grade. She placed a ‘B’ on their sheet with only the comment ‘Next time actually cook something’. “Not my usual, but I’ll take it.” Alex sighed in relief. He sliced a piece for himself and started to dig in. It was theirs after all. He chewed, knowing well he probably shouldn’t, when he felt eyes on him. Instantly he glared at the pair of judgmental black eyes...instead they were disarmingly curious. “Want some?” Thomas silently wrinkled his nose and Alexander could almost read his mind. “Stop being a baby, it's cheese, you like cheese. And it's cake, everyone loves cake.” He shook his head, Thomas pouted a little still silent and somewhat surprised Alex was reading him so easily. “Try it and stop acting like a child. It’s a B grade cake. It won’t kill you.” “It -- “ “It won’t.” He interjected not letting Jefferson finish. He took some on a spoon and started making train noises towards him. “Say ah, baby~” Both of them froze for a moment. Alex swore it was more insulting in his mind...He squeaked when Thomas’s large hand gripped his wrist tightly. He leaned in, keeping Alex’s hand steady and opened his mouth. His full, plush lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and slowly slid off leaving nothing on it. He chewed, then nodded, licking his lips slowly. Thomas’s eyes were on Alex, while Alex watched Thomas’s slow tongue move around his lips. “Not bad, Alexander.” He nodded, “We make a decent team.” Working with Jefferson wasn’t so bad. Alex would say it was even…