Hamilton Oneshots

Mommy's little soldier // Leebury

After an hour of looking, Samuel walked into the bar. It was infested with people that Charles could easily convince to sin enough to be Hell bound. Charles leaned on the counter, probably flirting. A young girl giggled at him and covered her mouth happily. Samuel felt slightly jealous, he didn't know why, Charles and him were rather frowned upon in multiple ways. Charles leaned on the counter and summoned a bit of human money into his hand, behind his back. He called the bartender over and gestured to his guest. Samuel walked over and sat in a barstool a few spots away from Charles. He ordered only a club soda, as angels couldn't consume any alcohol outside of holy communion. He watched Charles lose interest of the woman as she walked off.

"You know him? You keep looking at him," the bartender said, gesturing to Charles.

"Yeah, I believe I may have accidentally caused this," Samuel said, taking another sip of his soda.

"His hands looked burned, has he seen a doctor about it?" the bartender asked.

"...Burned? What?" Samuel asked. He leaned over to see if he view Charles' hands. Charles had one in his coat pocket and the other holding his drink.

"Yeah, his palms have a bunch of blisters," the bartender said.

"Oh.. I'm going to ask him about it, I'm sure he'll be fine," Samuel said, getting up. Charles didn't notice him and put his other hand in his pocket. Samuel took the spot next to Charles, making the latter look over. Charles said nothing and rolled his eyes.

"Charles...?" Samuel said. Charles called the bartender over.

"How can I help you boys?" the bartender asked.

"Do you have children? A wife?" Charles asked, leaning on the counter.

"Uhm... no, but my mother's been living with me since my father's taken ill," the bartender said. Charles made a hum and dug into his pockets. He pulled out a bit of human money and handed it to the bartender.

"Sir... this is $200 dollars," the bartender said.

"Don't thank me, I don't like the feeling," Charles said, walking out. Samuel paid for his drink and thanked the bartender before running after Charles. He was already across the road and walking away fast. Samuel ran after him, catching up to his friend quickly.

"Charles, what's wrong?" Samuel asked. Charles huffed and kept walking.

"I'm serious, the bartender said you had blisters, what's going on?" Samuel asked again, tugging Charles to a stop. Charles glanced around and pulled Samuel into a possibly dangerous alley.

"The fucking Bible is why I have blisters, and I'm avoiding you now. I'm supposed to tempt you into becoming a damned fallen angel, why do you think I never appear to have actual human jobs? For the past 100 years, I was supposed to tempt you, make you bite the apple, but you just thought it was a game. And I might've fallen so much in love, but that's beyond the point. I can't bring myself to make you become fallen anymore, okay? You're too damn perfect, I don't think I can do it. Bye, Samuel. Just go on back to that church and tell everyone how you were almost tempted by a big bad demon," Charles said, turning away. Samuel bit his lip as he considered doing something that would cause him to be fallen.

"... I'm not as perfect as you think I am, Charles," Samuel said quietly. Charles froze and looked at Samuel.

"You know I died during the Civil War. No man in his 20s during then was exactly sin free, I was just lucky enough to be accepted to Heaven," Samuel said.

"...What?" Charles muttered.

"Forget it, I'd rather you be around," Samuel muttered. Charles made a confused face until he felt Samuel kissing him. He kissed back gently, smiling a bit into it. Samuel felt his angel wings lose their feathers and regrow new, darker ones. Once they separated, Samuel saw Charles in his full demon form. He was a bit taller, had wings much darker than Samuel's, his eyes were reddened, and he had the classic demon horns. Charles stared in awe at Samuel. Samuel didn't have much of a dramatic difference from his human form, just wings and small horns.

"Your horns are so fucking adorable," Charles said, flying up to stare at them more. He messed with Samuel's hair to see if more was under it, but just found the stubs to the horns. Metal hit the ground and the two stared at the halo on the ground. Samuel was first to try to pick it up but felt the metal burn his skin. Charles, not learning from Samuel's reaction, picked it up, feeling his current blisters sting more.

"We've got to get to Washington, he's been on my ass for the past 100 years about you," Charles said, teleporting them to Hell.

( so , yeah , that was a taste of my in old dlp universe , but hamilton , so , uh , cool ? )