#jamilton fanfic

[timelines-and-leylines]

not me writing jamilton fanfic in Fucking 2023™

[ofmonticello]

jamilton christmas one shot? classic mistletoe conundrum 🙏😩 - ratsnu

yay first oneshot request! i hope you like it, somehow it took me a hot minute to come up with a storyline

Tradition

Alexander had never been the most festive person, especially not when it came to anything that required spending more time with people he liked less and less every day. This was unfortunately the case for every single holiday, as the office party planning committee insisted on having a gathering for each major holiday. Especially Christmas, which was in only five days, meaning this was the last day everyone would be in the office together. Most people took off to spend more time with their families, especially if they had kids, but Alexander was not one of those people. He would be there until Christmas Eve, since apparently he wasn't supposed to come in then. It wasn't like he had anyone who'd be missing him at home.

Office Christmas parties were always especially annoying. Halloween was fun because it was his favorite holiday. He got to dress up and scare people (especially Jefferson), and it wasn't important enough to have an actual party so no one else stayed late. But since Christmas was all about tradition and spending time together, everyone spent an extra few hours at the office and acted like they didn't all barely get along. Alexander had tried to skip out on it a few years back, only to be reprimanded by Washington for ‘not being a team player.’ Boo.

The only upside was that everyone was allowed to bring a plus one to the Christmas party. Most people brought their spouses, such as Madison and his wife or Angelica and her husband. Alexander didn't have a boyfriend, let alone a husband, so he of course brought his best friend instead. John basically worked with him anyways, with how much he had to hear Alexander complain. Mostly about Jefferson, which was a real shame.

For however long Alexander had been with the company, he and Jefferson didn't get along. At this point, Alex honestly didn't even remember what had happened to cause their little rivalry. It was probably something to do with how they met. Thomas always seemed so stuck up, never bothering to talk to people he didn't seem to think were at his level. Alexander thought that was a gross way to act, and when he expressed this Thomas was somehow baffled.

Thomas was alone, which always surprised Alexander. For a man so irritatingly handsome with that much charm, Thomas seemed to be chronically single. That, or he kept even his relationship status under wraps. Alexander honestly knew nothing about Thomas because he never shared anything. He didn't particularly care, though, how interesting could a cliche hot snob be?

“Uhh, Alex, you there?” John said beside him, poking Alexander in the ribs. “You look like you're plotting something, which would be bad.”

Alexander rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively at John's words. “Oh, you're dramatic. Not only was I just zoning out, but if I was plotting something it would definitely not be bad.”

John raised his brows, nodding skeptically. “Sure, sure. Whatever I gotta say to stay on your good side, man.” He then gasped dramatically. “Finally! Eliza’s bringing out the desserts. I’m grabbing a brownie before stupid Lee takes them all again.”

“Ooh, grab me one too!” Alex called after John, who was already halfway across the office.

Alex watched as everyone crowded the dessert table like vultures. Eliza’s baking was highly valued by literally everyone, no one had beat her yet.

“Hey Alex,” Angelica said, appearing out of thin air beside him. “Could you do me a super awesome favor and go grab the other jug of punch from the fridge in the break room? A certain someone whose name starts with ‘P’ and ends with ‘eggy’ drank all of the first batch.” She said, shooting her sister a teasing glare.

“Got it,” Alex said, pushing off of the counter he'd been leaning against and heading into the break room. There, he found Thomas, sitting on his own like a weirdo in absolute silence. He wasn't even doing anything on his phone.

He was wearing an absolutely atrocious ugly Christmas sweater, with tinsel and what could've been a horse? Maybe a llama? It was hard to tell. Usually, Thomas seemed to wear neutral matchy clothes, but he went all out for holidays.

“What, did you lose the sweater contest or something?” Alexander teased as he reached the fridge.

“Huh?” Thomas said from behind him.

Alex turned to look at him, motioning his hand towards the other man exaggeratedly. “You're sitting alone in the corner without anything in front of you. Looks kinda weird, so I figured you were moping. Or do you prefer the word brood?”

Thomas rolled his eyes, apparently now understanding that he was being mocked. “Ha ha, so funny. No, actually, I just wanted some peace and quiet for a moment. Thanks for ending that, by the way.”

Alexander grinned, giving a thumbs up. “No problem, dude, any time.” He then turned back to the fridge and grabbed the punch, before he thought of something. Why would Thomas want peace and quiet if he was always making a point to kiss everyone's asses at these parties?

“Hold on,” he said. “You're just..avoiding a party? Aren't parties like, your thing?”

Thomas shrugged. “Nah,” he replied simply. “I think parties are great because everyone gets to hang out and talk about things that aren't work related. But they don't have to talk to me.”

“Of course, you're one of those ‘Christmas is about tradition and bringing everyone together’ people.” Alex said. “I wouldn't expect you to be so cheesy.”

“I wouldn't expect you to be the Grinch. Must be why you insist on wearing green all the time?” Thomas retorted, smiling softly.

Alex shook his head. “Green looks good on me and you know it.”

Thomas only chuckled softly. “Sure.”

There was an awkward silence, which Alexander hated. He turned to grab the punch again, before making his way to the doorway to leave. Only, it seemed that Thomas had the same thought, as they ended up preventing one another from getting out. Thomas did some weird ducking thing before looking up and laughing.

Confused, Alexander looked up as well. Of course, there was a damned mistletoe. “What kind of luck do I have for this to happen?"

He wasn't necessarily upset about the tradition, although he did find it strange. He wasn't even upset that he found himself here with Thomas of all people, who he would kiss in a heartbeat usually. No, Alex was only upset because he knew Thomas would react poorly and they'd probably just argue again.

Thomas looked down at him, smiling in mild amusement. “You know, I haven't heard that one in this situation before.”

“How often do you randomly end up under a mistletoe with someone?” Alexander asked, his brows furrowing up at Thomas.

“Fair enough.” Thomas said, shrugging. The two stared at one another, some kind of tension between them, before the worst possible thing to happen did.

Peggy appeared.

“Alex, what in the world is taking you so long?” She then stopped when she saw the two men blocking the doorway, loudly going, “Ooooh! The drama!”

Alexander rolled his eyes. This is what he got for stupidly confessing to Peggy that he did find Thomas attractive. It's not like he had a little crush or anything! Mostly.

“What drama?” Someone else said, and then for whatever reason more and more people were coming to find out what the ‘drama’ was. Of course, when they saw Thomas and Alex of all people trapped under the mistletoe, everyone wanted to see what would happen next.

“You know, there's literally no reason to do this at all.” Alexander said to Thomas, trying to pretend that all of their coworkers weren't watching them.

Thomas shook his head. “Um, it's bad luck. I personally do not want bad luck going into the new year.” He said, shrugging as if it was totally out of his control.

Alexander sighed. At least Thomas wasn't rudely rejecting the thought of kissing him. Is that what it seemed like he was doing?

He shook his head. “Didn't think you'd be so superstitious.” He said, turning to continue with his task of getting the punch.

Thomas’ hand found a place on Alexander's lower back, pulling him closer to Thomas, who leaned down and kissed him. Alexander was surprised, to say the least..but maybe not in a bad way. It seemed that this outcome surprised their coworkers, but he also thought he heard something about a bet?

When they broke apart, Thomas took the punch from Alexander’s hand and turned to Angelica, who was standing nearby. “I assume this was for you?” He said, holding it out to her.

Angelica nodded, smiling as she took the punch. She ushered everyone back to the main room, leaving Alexander and Thomas alone once more.

Thomas turned to him, and Alexander wasn't sure what to expect. “You didn't think I'd be superstitious?” He said, going back to where he'd been sitting previously.

Alexander was simply baffled, because what kind of follow up is that bullshit? He followed Thomas back into the break room, sitting down across from him. “Uh, don't avoid the elephant in the room dickstain.”

“Who said I was avoiding the elephant? I was following up from the conversation we were in the middle of.” Thomas said, sitting comfortably in his chair.

“No, I didn't think you'd be superstitious. Just like I didn't think you'd kiss me.”

“Why? Should I not have? Sorry, I figured it was easier than everyone losing their minds over us doing nothing.”

Alexander was growing impatient. “No, Thomas, I thought like..we had that whole hating each other thing in the way of that."

“Oh, no, I don't hate you. I hope you don't hate me, that'd be unfortunate and awkward. I barely even dislike you, mostly just your horrible ideas.”

“My ideas are not horrible!” Alexander exclaimed. “This is what I'm talking about, you say things like that. Clearly you don't respect me.”

Thomas looked surprised. “Of course I respect you. Just because I disagree with you doesn't mean I don't respect you. We're on opposite ends of our work, that's the entire point. It wouldn't work if we genuinely hated one another.”

“So then why are you such a douche? You don't talk to me, or basically anyone, during work. You're all hoity toity.”

Thomas frowned now. “I just don't talk that much. You'd realize that if you ever took a moment to think or breathe.”

Alexander paused for a moment, thinking back to times where Thomas seemed especially rude. Maybe he really hadn't said anything, and Alexander mistook quietness for being rude.

“So..you don't hate me?”

“Nope. Actually, I enjoy you very much. Your willpower and work ethic are admirable, when they don't consume you. Some people notice these things.”

Alexander was at a loss for words, for once in his life. He didn't know how to respond to something like that, especially not coming from Thomas.

“I’m going to head out now. I hope you enjoy the holidays, Alexander. Merry Christmas.” Thomas said, standing up and actually leaving the room this time.

When Alexander went to find him a little while later, he discovered that Thomas really had left the party altogether. Alex had never felt so confused in his life, and now he was desperate to understand.

[naynokkori]

They both like to think that Jefferson is not in love

[rayandcats]

decided to draw this small moment in chapter 14 in the fanfic Blindspotting by kaethefanboy on ao3!! @kaethefangirl hope you like it :3

you should read the fanfic yall, im telling you its some GOOD stuff okay. i binge read it in like a day

[thehornysideofgeology]

Nothing better than to read about the first secretary of state and the first secretary of treasure having the dirtiest of sex while waiting out of my psychologist's office.

[cyanspica]

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Thomas Jefferson/Alexander Hamilton

Tags: Alternate Universe - Shipwrecked, Sea Monsters, Men being insufferable about the greek classics while on an island, Desert Island, Top Thomas Jefferson, Bottom Alexander Hamilton, Mermaid Thomas Jefferson, MerMay, Just in April!

Summary: Alex washes ashore on a desert island with only one other inhabitant. The waters are dangerous, Thomas warns, but Alex is too determined to get to New York to pay heed.

Excerpt:

He should be in America by now. Not here. Here, where he’s probably going to die alone, everyone from back home waiting to hear news of his arrival only to never hear anything at all. A failed investment. He has college to get to, for fuck’s sake, and now he’s going to die alone, a no one.

He drops his head into his hands. How is he so lucky he had a ticket off that damned island, only to end up on another one? How is he just lucky enough to have survived getting swept into the ocean, only to end up dying weeks later, never having had his chance? Better that he’d hit his head on the way down into the water and drowned. 

“You should have announced yourself sooner,” someone chuckles. 

Alex shoots his head up, startled, and blinks quickly at the approaching figure, a dozen yards away. Then he blinks again, because surely dehydration is setting in, and he's hallucinating. There is no way a man who looks like that, beautiful as anyone he’s ever seen, is walking naked on a beach towards him. His mouth drops a little agape, cheeks flushing. This isn't happening.

The stranger cocks a smile with a mouth full of unusually white teeth. “I would have had the chance to prepare some proper hospitality for you if I'd been expecting a guest  And, well, put some clothes on. Isn’t often out here that I get visitors.”

Alex tears his eyes up from the man’s very naked body and up to his face. His face is just as perfect to match, glowing brown skin and a perfect halo of dark silky curls that shine despite the salty air. His mouth goes drier.

So maybe he isn’t as dehydrated as he thought, since that’s somehow still possible. But insanity seems less likely, since it’s only been a week of solitude—but what does that leave? That the man really is a man? That this island isn’t really fully uninhabited?

He scrambles up off the ground, brushing off his tattered clothes. 

“I thought—it’s just—” he stammers, eyes wide. “I thought it was just me.”

The man comes to a stop in front of him, unashamed, and Alex would think he was oblivious to his nudity if he hadn’t just acknowledged it. “Sorry to disturb your peace, then. When did a creature like you wash up here? These are dangerous waters. You should have known better.”

[haley-harrison]

[sopaprimordialy]

Hi!

I don't really know how to use this but I thought it was a good idea to interact here and see/post some art...

Anyways, here's my first (technically second but-) Hamilton fanfic, it's about a lot of things that even I don't know how I managed to mix together (srsly it get's progressively more... interesting), it's called The Bird's Tale and you can check out right here -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/57471148/chapters/146216911 :)

The third chapter will be released soon, I hope, but unfortunately I'm kinda busy rn so that's the reason it's taking so long... I hope you guys enjoy it! If so, don't be afraid to leave a comment. Actually even if you don't like it, let me know what's wrong 😅🙇‍♂️

[pastelcartoons]

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

Alex saw the man pause before his face broke out into this gorgeous grin as he began to laugh. Fuck this man was a vision. Where’d he even come from?

“Haha, very funny, Alexander.”

“I wish I was joking.” And — he really did. He wishes he knew this man’s name and had his number and address memorized.

The man kind of just stares at Alex’s face, smile dropping. “Holy shit, you're not joking.”

Or the one where Alexander gets amnesia and forgets he hates Thomas.

[the1laff]

I’ve been gone so long, I’d be surprised if anyone recognizes me

I am starting to try and get some funds together to visit my family on block leave these holidays because lower enlisted (yours truly) don’t get paid shit

I will be doing writing requests for $5 a piece, request whatever and I’ll get it to you and or post it on my Ao3. I’ll write any fandom, but I obviously do my own best and I’ll give at least 2k words

[heraaaaaaaa]

// Before I get asked why my OOC texts have bad English and my RP have good English, this is because of all the fics I have consumed :3 and I know words. But not what context to use them in. Hope my half-sleeping rant is making sense. If I get my motherfucking shit together, then I can speak fancy. I will just not know what I am saying. //

[ofmonticello]

surprise

look guys lady actually did what she said she was going to do

fibi au out now hahaha 

sorry im on my laptop and id ont know what do to oops

[nicohnicohnicoh]

NEW CHAPTER OF MY HAMILTON FANFIC IS OUT!

[fan-de-las-tetas]

for fucks sake i was left AT A CLIFFHANGER I WANTED TO READ MORE I COULDNT IM CRYING I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NOW IM SHAKING

[fancy--that]

The fact that it has been almost 4 months since i've written any Jamilton smut is appalling.

[kaethefangirl]

im reading ur jamilton fic atm,,, its rlly good im invesyed thank u for making this

Thank you for reading it! I'm kind of out of my jamilton writing phase so there's a great chance that I won't update again until I get a random burst of jamilton energy.

(The last chapter was kind of half assed)