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dorkszn · 2 months

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— letting you do their hair

— thomas j, alexander h, and phillip h x gn reader, john laurens x masc reader

+ black coded reader for thomas and john! modern-ish au!

PHILLIP H !

✩ he loves letting you do this hair. sometimes you don’t even have to ask, he’ll ask you.

✩ he only trust you and his parents to wash it and take care of it

✩ you style it a lot for him and eliza loves it

✩ tender headed as fuck

✩ if someone flirts with him in public, especially if they bring up his hair, he’ll just go on and on about you

✩ “oh my hair? yeah it’s nice, ain’t it? my (s/o) did it. Aren’t they so skilled?”

✩ you teach him how to braid his hair and style it the way you do so he can do them himself if there’s a time you’re not around

☆ watching your favorite shows 🤝 washing and drying his hair

THOMAS J !

☆ he is so protective of his hair. like he’s the only one allowed to touch it

☆ so obviously it took you a lot of begging and convincing but he eventually gave in

☆ he’ll make snarky comments and act like a baby when you first wash his hair or attempt to style it but a little pop with the comb gets him to shut up

☆ he almost fell asleep the first time you braided his hair, but he likes to pretend it never happened

☆ so embarrassed to ask you to wash his hair and you can’t help but tease him for it

☆ after a while, he had you braiding his hair once a week for an extra curl

☆ you guys have matching bonnets

☆ he will literally call James mid hair session and just start talking about the government with him

☆ he was very skeptical about your products but eventually they become the only thing he uses

ALEXANDER H !

☆ he was genuinely surprised when you asked him to do his hair

☆ he hadn’t had anyone to do it or take care of it for years, especially since his mother passed

☆ “you’d do that for me?” he’d question, genuine shock on his face

☆ and it takes all of both of you to not start crying when you do take care of his hair

☆ the first time you washed it for him was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him

☆ it was the most loved he’d felt for a while

☆ then there were times were you just played in his hair

☆ whether we was working or just watching tv, you were putting silly little styles in his hair. and it he loves it. he thinks it’s adorable.

☆ some mornings, he ask you to put his hair up for him or slick it back for him just so he can have the best start to his day

☆ his hair was very first thing he asked you to do when he came back from war

☆ scalp massages >>>

☆ they’re one of the only things that convince him to leave his office, just for a little bit

JOHN L !

☆ after he meets you, he refuses to do his hair unless you’re away on a trip

☆ he whines and pleads, making an excuses on “how you do so much better” and “how loved it makes him feel” while giving you kisses

☆ but if you’re truly tired, of course he’ll give you a break

☆ you came home once and found him wearing your bonnet/durag

☆ you also do most of his haircuts

☆ he doesn’t mind his hair growing out but he knows it’s getting too long when you start beating him while play fighting

☆ to him if you’re winning, his hair is messing with his vision and it’s a “handicap”

☆ definitely gets popped with the comb everytime you do his hair

“john, could you turn your head just a little bit?” you question, your frustration already growing. he couldn’t help but tease you constantly, it was in his nature. he slightly turns his head with a small smirk on his face, knowing he was pissing you off.

“john, don’t play with me right no—“ you cut off your words when john grabs you by the waist and pulls you in and onto his lap. his hand gripping the outside of your thigh to support you as you straddle his legs.

“this angle good enough for you?” he asks, giving you his typically stupid grin. you can’t help but softly smile as you look at him, your previous anger from before leaving.

“t’s fine, i guess.” you shrug before going back to attempting to cut his hair.

“see? why let anyone else do my hair when i can have you do it for free and get a lap dance at the same time?” he says nonchalantly, continuing to scroll on his phone. his free hand caress your thigh and slithering back to ass.

“john, i swear you’re going to wake up bald one day.”

#dorkszn #dorkfilmz #hamilton musical #phillip hamilton x reader #hamilton drabble #hamilton fanfic #hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson x reader #thomas jefferson fic #alexander hamilton x reader #john laurens x reader #john laurens #hamilton fluff #hamilton angst #hamilton an american musical

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multifamdomfan · 6 months

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Could you do a hamilton boys with a plus sized afab!reader? 🫶

Hamilsquad x plus sized! fem!reader

🫶 right back at'cha babe

Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Let's be honest the boys don't care what you look like

It's what's on the inside that counts (cheesy I know but it's true)

They all think you're beautiful because of your personality

But it does have some perks

They all think you give the best hugs and cuddles

You're their personal pillow

Besides that it doesn't affect the relationship

If you ever get insecure Alexander can and will write you a eighty page document on how amazing you are and how beautiful you are

John will cuddle you and try to love the insecurity away (it's bound to at least help)

Lafayette showers you with compliments and kiss you on the cheek after each one

Hercules will sit down and talk with you if you want if not that's fine too. He will compliment you as well and hugs you ^^

If your insecurity is because someone talks bad about your u or said something to your face they are pissed

Even if you aren't insecure and someone is being a jerk to you they are still pissed

If you don't care that's great, I wish I had your confidence but they care. You're important to them and they are not going to let someone disrespect you

Alex and John will try to fight the person immediately

Herc will push his anger aside and focus on you and what you need

Lafayette will cuss the person out and verbally attack them in both English and French

You are amazing and deserve to be treated with respect and they won't tolerate anything else

#hamilsquad x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #marquis de lafayette #lafayette x reader #hercules mulligan x reader #hercules mulligan #john laurens x reader #john laurens #platonic or romantic

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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lafayette, thomas jefferson, alexander hamilton, and john laurens with an s/o who stutters

Pairings: Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and John Laurens (seperately) x g/n!reader with a stutter

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of ableism (i think?)

Time: not specified but probably modern

request: anonymous: heyyyy can I request Hamilton headcanons (separately) for Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and John Laurens with a s/o who stutters?

A/N: idk why this took so long considering they're so short but i hope you like it. also idk if some of this stuff applies to everyone who stutters, but i mainly based some of this around how my stutter is so apologies if you can't relate to some of this stuff

Lafayette

with english being his second language, he isn't always the best at speaking it, so he's super patient and understanding with you. he legitimately doesn't care if he has to listen to you repeat and restart the same sentence ten times until you can finally say that one word you're stuck on.

Thomas Jefferson

to be honest, he's kind of an asshole when he first hears you stuttering. it has nothing to do with you, he's just not very educated about it. but he does do his research and apologises like, a hundred times for making fun of it. from that moment on he doesn't really bring any attention to your stutter whenever he hears it, not wanting to ever make you feel bad about it again if he brought it up. but he will throw hands if he sees someone making fun of your stutter.

Alexander Hamilton

I kid you not, this man will be cursing anyone out if he even thinks they’re judging you for your stutter. he's super patient when it comes to you, and never rushes you when you stutter. if someone else tries to rush you when you're stuttering he just gives them a cold death glare to shut them up, and when you're out of ear shot he'll just verbally murder them.

John Laurens

he's just like. super sweet and understanding about it. if you're ever in public and he can see you're anxious about talking, he knows instantly how to calm you down and ease your nerves.

buy me a coffee <3

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ms5m1th · 1 year

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not my Hamilton faze trying to come back

#hamilton #philip hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #hamilsquad x reader #cinnymon rants

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black-deaths-babygirl · 1 year

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i feel like we don’t talk about how people used to ship founding fathers enough

#like i know it still happens #but it was so common #anyways i love america #joking #but not in this context #american history #american presidents #founding fathers #alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton x thomas jefferson #THERES AN ALEXANDER HAMOLTON X READER HEELP #alexander hamilton x reader

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cemetary-lady · 1 year

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HAMILTON MASTERLIST

alexander hamilton

coming soon...

aaron burr

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john laurens

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marquis de lafayette

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hercules mulligan

coming soon...

george washington

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angelica schuyler

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eliza schuyler

coming soon...

peggy schuyler

coming soon...

king george III

coming soon...

philip hamilton

coming soon...

thomas jefferson

coming soon...

james madison

coming soon...

maria reynolds

coming soon...

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hyperfixation-centrall · 7 months

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I need to ask the Hamilton obsessed people of Tumblr what things do you want to read? Because I know that there are some great fics out there but it just feels like I've read them all yk?

People I'll write for (all x reader)-

Alexander Hamilton

Elisa Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

John Laurens

Marquis de Lafayette

Aaron Burr

And other if the request is motivating

I'll write in the modern era but prefer to write on the past :)

#alexander hamilton x reader #aaron burr #hamilton #eliza schuyler #angelica schuyler #peggy schuyler #hamilton fanart

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resurrectionist3 · 10 months

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I’ve been dying to write and post this one fan fiction idea i have but i dont think anyone would actually read it💀its basically an alexander hamilton x reader x aaron burr love triangle based on the story of Cyrano (if you know what that is then maybe you get it). I just wanna try it but at the same time, i go to find some Hamilton fan fictions and its like a desert out there fr. And that makes me lose motivation idk

#alexander hamilton #amrev #hamilton musical #history #broadway #george washington #lin manuel miranda #turn amc #aaron burr #leslie odom jr #fanfic #hamilton fanfiction #alexander hamilton x reader #aaron burr x reader #love triangle #cyrano 2021

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evestub · 2 years

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The Secret I kept

TW: attempted sa, drinking, violence, cussing

Second Person, You POV

You sat on the edge of your bed, forearms resting on knees, and head hanging down in shame. It was eating you from the inside out. Whether it be from the guilt of lying to your friends, the person you love; or simply the fact that you pretend to be an entirely different person, the consequences of your actions were catching up quickly. The 1700’s was cruel to women, and newly disowned, the army seemed like the perfect place to erase the past and safeguard the future. What you didn’t realize would happen is you falling in love. Alexander was his name. He was smarter than a scholar, and had unmatched energy and determination. He was the most beautiful person you’ve ever met. Which is where the problems started. Alexander was friends with military you. The man who appeared weak but was a fast runner. A perfect shot, charming spirit and love for hunting. The other you was a well mannered woman from a middle class family with a passion for literature and the arts, something which your family hate. But the true you was neither of those. Just you. You hoped that Alex would love all of you, whether it be militia man, literate woman or simply a person just trying to enjoy life and the little things. But it was the gender that could cause a riff. Although you never thought to ask, you didn’t know Alexander’s preferred gender, and pretending to be a man when you really weren’t destroyed you. And even though you pretended to it wasn’t there, you and every one of your friends saw how Alexander looked at you, and vice versa. It was never spoken, but the love was their, and you were quite aware of it as well. And it made you feel like shit. And it would destroy him too, if he knew. You knew the truth would be seen as a betrayal to him. Alexander loved a man. And you were not one.

“I thought I’d find you in here,” a voice rang behind you, startling the peace. Hercules was truly the best person you could ask for, after a careless incident, he discovered your truth. He knew everything, who you are and your dilemma with Alexander. And while he never pushed, your constant lies was something he would remind you that the longer it stays in, the worse it’ll get. “He’s acting like a lost puppy without you giving him attention.”

“I think I’ll tell Alexander after the war. Right now,” you paused. Thinking of it was hard, yet talking of it was harder. “Right now just isn’t right.” Hercules gave you a look that chipped even further at your consciousness…

Third Person, Alexanders POV

Alexander felt disgusted with himself. He was a dirty, disgusting, no good son of a whore, and it was his fault. His smile, that pushed his cheeks back in just the right way, teeth slightly showing and lips that were so perfect, even when they were chapped. His eyes, which were deep with swirling colours, that never seemed to be focused on anything that trapped Alexander deeply. His body, personality, hair, attitude, everything made Alexander light up in a million ways, and it disgusted him. It was wrong. It was immoral, unholy, wrong, stupid and absolutely fucking disgusting. He tried to distance himself at first, but he couldn’t stand that look on his face when Alexander gave a half-asses reply or a look of avoidance. It hurt Alexander too much. So he made the mistake of getting too close. Everything he did, Alexander did, if he wasn’t busy with work for General Washington. Every meal, training session, down time and even a tent, them two of them shared. Last winter was so cold, Alexander had to snuggle with him to keep the pair warm. It almost made the wretched winds and bitter cold worth it. Another time at the bar the pair got so piss drunk, they ended up in a back ally. He always claimed that he blacked out, but Alexander remembered the taste of his lips, the feeling of his tongue, his arms so muscular and scarred and his gorgeous hair. After that, Alexander had begun the compliment phase, where Alex praised everything he did. Every perfect shot, every letter, everything he did was perfect. And every time, the other male would shrug it off or reciprocate the compliment in an extremely watered down way that made Alexander feel like shit. It wasn’t that the other didn’t like Alexander, the exact opposite really. But his fear of Alexander knowing the truth caused him to become distant. And it only made the two hate themselves more than they already did. Alexander tried so hard to like other woman. And he did like women. He’s had girlfriends before, and courted whore on drunk occasions. But he never liked someone how liked him. Nothing would ever compare to him. And it was disgusting.

Timeskip and Pov switch to 3rd Person

The last battle left a toll on everyone. Some chose to wallow, and others took it to the bar to drink their traumas away. Alexander and his friends chose the latter. Six beers deep each, the room was swirling and the emotions were happy. Not one of the five were thinking straight, and Lafayette had resorted to his native language. Alexander was twenty minutes deep into a rant, John was dancing with some women in fancy clothes, and Hercules was piss drunk and passed out. Which left last member, deep in drunk regret and wallow. Her thoughts were swirled and confused, room loud, head pounding and a yearning for someone she knew would hate the true him, technically her. She truly hated herself. She was a snake, a liar, a whore, and a disgusting disgrace who deserved to be disowned. And suddenly, an actual whore, who was beautiful and covered in makeup, rans her hands up her back. As this woman rubbed her hands along her spine, each of the other members of the party turned eyes. While two of them found this comedic and exciting, drunk Alexander felt a seething rage deep within him. Alexander met eyes with her, who seemed to be a drunk and confused wreck. Too many things were happening at once, and before she knew it, John had pushed her and the whore to the stairs. She stopped in her tracks to meet eyes with Alexander, as if to ask for permission. Deep down she knew this was a bad idea, yet she didn’t have the sobriety to deny the woman’s service. Their eye contact was quickly broken, as she was dragged away, and Alexander looking at the ground in shame.

She found herself making her way up the crooked and narrow stairs, whether they were actually crooked was dependent on how much alcohol she consumed. The woman led her into a room, that had a simple bed, table and dresser. This usual courting room scene. Why was she here? What was going on? These thoughts consumed her head as she was laid down on a bed, head and shoulders propped up by pillows. This woman, whom she had no idea was, straddled her and began to kiss her neck.

“Oh poor honey, you’re so wasted. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be gentle.” The only thing she could do was just, close her eyes. Arms by here side and her head tilted away from the scene, in a half drunk half uncomfortable way. In the darkness of her eyelids, she saw Alex. His smile, his beautiful brown eyes. She like the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused. She liked how he never gave up. And in all drunkness, she began to imagine that this was Alexander on her. Doings these things to her. She’d stay up late at night imagining a life with Alexander. They’d have a good life, he’d work in congress and she’d write poetry and books. They would split the chores, and he would

make the best food. He always talked about the food they ate back in the country where he was born. And so, here she was, drunk and about to be fucked, thinking of Alex.

“Eyes on me honey,” the woman said was she grabbed her chin to face the woman. The woman used her thumb to lightly rub her face before giving a wet peck on the lips. “You have such a cute face honey, but you must be so hot. Poor baby… let’s take this off you,” The soldier seemed to not quite understand what was happening, and as she started to the ceiling, the woman began to fumble with the buttons of her dirty military issued white shirt. It wasn’t until the third button came undone that the situation finally clicked. Eyes flew open as she looked at what was about to be revealed. Panic raced through her body, and she begun to fight with the woman, trying to push her off.

“Stop it please. Please get off I don’t want it,” the soldier slurred. And although she was extremely uncomfortable with what was happening to her, she was more focused on her shirt. This shirt cannot come off her. If the woman saw the chest bindings, it would all be over. The woman was stubborn, to fucking stubborn, and tried hard to stay on. She didn’t realize her strength, and in a last attempt to protect her secret, she aggressively pushed the woman off the bed, and in so, knocking her out as her head hit the frame. She felt regret for harming the woman, but that would be an issue sober her would deal with. The buttons of her shirt were completely undone, but with no one here to see, she begun the gruelling process to trying to rebutton her shirt, something sober her could finish in seconds. Finally finishing the task, she sighed in relief. Close. Too close. But she had accidentally knocked the harlot out, so her secret was safe. Opening the wooden door with a rusty handle, she stepped outside of the room, only to be greeted with her tall friends, John and Lafayette. They had this look on her face, and she prayed, oh she prayed that they weren’t watching.

“Mon ami, why didn’t you tell us, you know we wouldn’t have cared,” Lafayette said. Still drunk but quickly sobered by the situation. They knew. The world stopped for the female soldier, a pit of rocks filling her stomach and finding herself unable to swallow. But in this moment of absolute dread, something was missing, or someone. Hercules was passed out, and the two were in-front of her so… what was missing.

Alexander.

“Did. Did he see me?” No one needed to speak. Their faces said it all. He saw. The girl pushed past the pair and rushed down the stairs. The room was swirling and her anxiety was severely amplified. Everyone seemed the same, she felt so suffocated, so scared. But she knew Alex. She could recognize him from any crowd. And there he was, leaving the through back door. It was hard to push through the equally drunk crowd, and she could feel tears forming in her eyes. Once she finally made it to the back door, Alexander was already paces ahead of her. She ran, tripped and fell, and got back onto her feet again. She couldn’t lose him. Figuratively and literally. When she finally caught up, she called out to Alexander, who stopped but couldn’t turn around.

“Alexander. I’m. God I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know how to tell you and,” she was quickly cut off by him, as he looked at her in a way she’d never seen before.

“You lied to me. You fucking lied. I have hated myself this whole time, and you were lying? I cannot. Fucking. Believe you.”

“Alex,”

“No. Don’t you fucking start. Do you know what it’s like? To like someone the whole world tells you is wrong. Do you know what that’s like? I thought I was a disgusting freak for liking a man, but in the end you were just lying. To me, to everyone. I have hated myself for the past year all at your expense.” She reached out to try and touch his arm, to try and comfort him. She knew her words wouldn’t do shit, especially when they were both still drunk. “No. Don’t fucking TOUCH ME.” Alexander slapped her mid sentence, which resulted in her falling to the ground. His blind rage was replaced with instant regret, as he hurt the one thing he loved. His hand slightly tingling as he, now she, held her face in pure shock. Tears fell from his eyes as the girl infront of him began to sob, begging Alexander to stay. But he couldn’t. He knew that if he stayed he would hurt her more. So he turned his back and began to walk

“Alexander, come back! Please come back. I’m sorry. I need you, please,” she sobbed as her voice faded into despair and he just faded into the night…

#alexander hamilton #john laurens #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton x reader #lafayatte #hercules mulligan #slight nudity #drinking #cw cussing #con noncon #pining #hurt/no comfort

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theplaid-wearingmoose · 2 years

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Why do fanfic ideas keep coming to me in dreams like I'm Stephanie Meyer or whatever

Literally just woke up from a dream about some sexy time with Alexander Hamilton (LMM style) and it's such a good idea for anybody that is into that 😅😅😅

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton x reader #hamilton x reader #dream tag

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forever-eternallyjanedoe · 11 months

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you guys.. (0followers~) i forgot about this account. should i delete + make anew one ?

#alexander hamilton x reader

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multifamdomfan · 6 months

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Hi, if requests are still open and if you still write for Hamilton could I request an imagine where the fem!reader was Alex’s wife, they met and fell in love during the Winter's ball. And, she first met him when she was in the war (dressed as a man) but Alex never knew it was her until he found out himself. And maybe has a near-death experience fighting in a duel for any reason you want. And years later, she maybe becomes a lawyer/statesman or whatever as long as she's not a housewife and she finds out Alex had an affair and she like goes to Laurens for comfort but he ends up confessing he has loved her since day one when they met at the Winter's ball but saw she was so much happier with Alex (and it's kind of like an Angelica situation.) and how he would have never if he knew that was what Alex was going to do to her. And finally, he asked her to be with him. Also, could you please make the reader Washington's adopted daughter? I know it's a lot but even if you don't do it, thank you for just reading it. I just kinda wanted a lot of angst followed by fluff but since I can't stand the thought of having been with some who cheated on me and didn't love me, could you please make Alex still love the reader but realize if he wanted her to be happy, he would have to let her go and as soon as the Reader is thinking "You know what? I should forgive." He just dies. I feel bad for the Reader, not gonna lie. Thank you again. <33

Prompts: "May I have this dance?" (Hamilton to Reader) "Shit, are you bleeding?!" (Hamilton to Reader) “You need to leave. Right now.” (Reader to Hamilton) “You need to let her go.” (Anyone who seems right to Hamilton) "Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?" (Laurens to Reader) But hey, it’s up to you, I'm just giving suggestions on what I was thinking.

Note: And yes, in my fantasy world, Laurens doesn't die and is still alive in Act II.

😮😍 I love this request! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I hope you don't mind but I'm turning this into a two part.

warning: angst,character death,cheating

Why does love hurt so much? Pt. 1

I was reading my book in my room when my dad, George Washington, knocked gently against the door. Well if you want to get technical he's my adoptive dad. My biological parents when I was young and was sent to the orphanage when George and his wife ,Martha, adopted me. I closed my book and put it down and called out "Come in!" When Dad came in I immediately knew that something was wrong. He was fiddling with his hands and his eyes cast down onto the floor looking frantic. "What is it father?"

"Y/N I need to tell you something," I looked at him curiously while Dad was looking like he was trying to find the right words to say. "There is really no way to say this but I'm going to go to war." He said this quickly and nervously watching to see how I'll react.I didn't respond, not at first I looked at him with a blank expression trying to comprehend what he just said.

"What?" He remained silent like he was waiting for me to tell, scream, or do something. "Let me come with you, I can help!"

"No! You're not coming, it's too dangerous."

"But you're going! You will be there to look after me and you taught me to use a gun since I was ten!"

"I won't always be there to look after you, I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. Just promise me that you won't follow me."

I sighed in defeat "I promise." Dad came up to me and hugged me. I hugged back thinking about how I lied to his face.

I put my hair that's now shoulder length and tied my hair up. I looked down at myself with my uniform on with bandages over my breast to flatten them out. I nodded at my reflection in approval before walking out of my tent. My dad found out that I was pretending to be a man to fight in the war immediately but he kept my secret.

I approached my friends Lafayette, Hercules, John, and Alexander. We became friends quickly, and no. They have no idea that I'm a woman and plan to keep it that way. There is one problem, I developed a crush on one of the four men. It's Alex, I couldn't help it. He's passionate, smart, and kind. "Hey James!" Hercules called over to me.

Yes James is the name that I chose because it was my biological dad's name. "Hi." I responded, lowering my voice and octive to keep from sounding too feminine. I sat next to Alexander and joined in on the conversation before we heard a loud noise. We all turned our heads to see what it was. It was the red coats, we sprung into action grabbing our guns.

There was death all around us with an overwhelming smell of blood but we had to keep moving I killed a couple men before they could kill me first. Then I was a man aiming for Alexander about to shoot, without thinking I shoved him out of the way and took the bullet. All I could hear was a distant yelling at the word "James!" He quickly rushed over and got in my field of vision. "Shit, you're bleeding."

"You need to leave. Right now." I responded not wanting him to find out. Alex ignored what I said and ripped my shirt off and saw the bandages being soaked with blood. He looked shocked at first but knew it wasn't the time to talk about it and used my shirt to apply pressure to the wound and rushed me to the medics.

#alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton x reader #hamilton x reader #hamilton musical #hercules #marquis de lafayette #john laurens #john laurens x reader #george washingdad #martha washington #george washington

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years

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Best Boyfriends | poly! John Laurens & Alexander Hamilton

Pairings: poly! John x g/n(afab)!reader x Alexander

Warnings: not proofread and kinda rushed, mentions blood, periods, swearing, fluff, out of character John and Alex maybe??, shitty ending because I suck

Time: modern

'Beep'

'Bee-'

Y/N groaned as their blaring alarm turned off. They yawned silently - as to not wake anyone - as they sat up in their shared bed, when they immediately felt a pair of warm arms wrap around them and pull them back down.

"It's too early," Y/N smiled as they heard John's tired voice dragging out the last letter, "Just stay in bed a little longer. Please?"

Y/N huffed, lifting John's arm from their body and sitting up. They'd be lying if they said they wanted to leave. The aching pain in their stomach especially wanted them to stay in bed with their boyfriends, "I have to go, love. Despite their being three of us, we're barely keeping up with the rent."

John groaned, rubbing his freckled face as he sat up in bed to be at eye level with Y/N, "Where is the other one, anyway?"

With a roll of their eyes, Y/N gestured to the other side of them where Alex was sleeping, wrapped up in blankets that John and Y/N would've loved to wear the previous night, "He didn't get to sleep until 1, so he shouldn't be up soon."

John shrugged, "There's a lot of things he shouldn't do, so obviously he'll be up soon."

As if on cue, Alex shot up from the bed, startling both Y/N and John, "I sensed someone talking shit about me!" he announced, earning an eye roll from Y/N.

"I wasn't talking shit about you!" John defended, his cheeks reddening, "It's the truth!"

"Wow," Alex whispered, an offended look taking place in his dark eyes, "Betrayed by the man I call my boyfriend. Y/N, hold me."

It was John's turn to be offended as he gasped at Alex's words, before turning to Y/N, taking their hands in his, "Y/N, do not hold him."

"Y/N please!" Alex whined.

Y/N couldn't help but roll their eyes at their boyfriends antics and at the situation, "It's so early, how do you two still manage to be so much?" John and Alex just shrugged before Y/N responded, "Alright, I'll leave you two to talk or make out. I gotta get ready." they said, dropping John's hands and sliding out of the bed.

Not even two seconds after Y/N left the bed, Alexander's concerned voice called out, "Wait, Y/N."

Y/N groaned, turning back to face them both, "I'm not holding you."

"No, not that," John said, ignoring the frown on Alex's face, "were you bleeding last night?"

Y/N groaned, the cramps in their stomach making a lot more sense, "Fuck."

Alex and John were quick to rush to Y/N's side, wrapping their arms tightly around them.

"It's ok, Y/N," John whispered, "This is nothing to be ashamed about."

"Yeah, it's completely normal," Alex added, "And it's not like you can control it."

"Yeah, doesn't mean that I don't feel like shit the whole week." Y/N mumbled.

"Well, do you wanna go take a nice shower, stay home today, and eat ice cream and chocolate together?”

Y/N felt a smile tugging on their lips at John’s suggestion, and they nodded their head.

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After a long, warm shower, Y/N returned to their shared bedroom where Alex and John were waiting, a large tub of ice cream with three spoons in front of them both, along with numerous different chocolate bars. As Alex and John saw Y/N walking toward the bed, they brought the small heat pack from underneath the covers, handing it to Y/N as they sat in between the two.

Y/N sighed in relief as they placed the heat pack on their stomach, immediately feeling the heat do its job, "Where'd you guys get all this?" they asked, eyeing the food and snacks on the bed as they cuddled closer between the pair.

"Well someone," Alex began, picking up the tub of ice cream with a pointed look, "ate all the ice cream, so I had to go get some from the 711 next door."

"Alex, we literally saw you eating it last night." John sighed.

"No judgement." Y/N added with a smile.

Alex just rolled his eyes, "Whatever. We have chocolate, ice cream, all we need now is movies."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at everything their boyfriends had done for them, and how supportive they both were.

"Y/N?" they were snapped out of their thoughts by John's slightly concerned voice, "What's up?"

"Nothing," Y/N smiled at them both, cuddling closer between them both, "You two are just the best boyfriends ever."

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hamiltonells · 23 days

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ALWAYS ~ JUDE BELLINGHAM

[sort of based of this request! so thank you for request. please let me know what you think! always welcome to criticism, also let me know if you would like a series based or this little family! 🍓]

[SUMMARY: being soon to be parents is hard especially being so young as well, but Jude and y/n takes everything in their stride]

[WARNINGS: fluff, smut, morning sickness? not edited, swearing spelling mistakes? ]

You’re feet shuffled across the cold kitchen flooring as you soothed your bump with one hand and held a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in the other, Your seven -month bump slightly peaking out of Jude’s shirt.

“Are you still okay for tomorrow, beautiful?” Jude’s voice reaches out over the FaceTime call, as you sitback down on the sofa and put the blanket over your bump.

With Jude being in Madrid, it was decided that you would have dinner at his parents' house in England. Due to your frequent travels between England and Madrid, you rarely have the opportunity to spend time with his family, especially with his mother being in the middle.

you placed the laptop on your lap during the ongoing FaceTime call with Jude, “Yeah all good jude, what time is your flight back” your voice grew tired with every sentence you speak.

“flight is about four in the morning will get back home at seven”Jude's voice making you grow even more tired and relaxed.

You knew it was difficult for Jude to balance being at the top of the football world and being a father at just twenty years of age, but he never complained about it once

It was unexpected for you to become pregnant, and it came as a surprise since you are only nineteen and Jude is twenty years old, but you both took it as your little blessing.

"Is my little one okay? It seems like she's wearing Mommy out" Jude's voice echoes through the FaceTime call, "we're okay, just tired and the usual sickness," your voice tiredly drawls out.

Since discovering you were pregnant, you have been experiencing severe nausea, even if it was morning or night It felt like a constant battle to keep any food down, and the smell of certain foods would instantly trigger your gag reflex.

"Plus, we miss daddy a lot," you said "fuck,don't do that voice, it turns me on" he added with a rough accent, you tutted “better hurry up home then”

"I'll be back home shortly, my Love," he said in his gentle Birmingham accent.

you was sound asleep when you heard the keys jingle in the door, the door open and Jude's footsteps slowly and carefully plodding up the stairs.

You hear Jude carefully open the door to the bedroom where you both share. As you shuffle yourself up to sit against the headboard, you reach for the switch to switch on the lamp, and you switch it on.

"What are you doing awake?" Jude's tired voice broke the silence of the room. You turned to see him rubbing his eyes, looking disheveled and exhausted.

"I missed you, heard you trying to be quiet" you admitted "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disturb you" he replied, a sheepish smile on his face.

"You could never disturb me. I always want to hear your voice." you said softly, Moving to swing your legs out of bed holding your pregnant belly as you trying to ignore the persistent pressure on your bladder.

You sigh, knowing you have to get out of bed to relieve yourself.

“oi what you doing, let me help” Jude’s voice fills your ears, as he rushes to be by your side, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, supporting your weight.

As he presses a soft kiss to your head, Your loving Jude gently helps you out of bed and guides you to the bathroom, making sure you don't trip over your own feet.

Once you’ve emptied your bladder, you get back into bed with a kiss on the cheek from Jude.

You snuggle into the bed sheets, Jude’s bare back now facing you as he’s rambling on about something with his toothbrush in his mouth, you don’t realise your eyes have started to close until you feel the bed dip beside you.

“Sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you again” Jude whispered as he pulled the duvet over the pair of you, with your back facing Jude he slides his arms around you and on to your bump.

"I love you and we both missed you," you murmur softly in response to him, you feel him snuggle into your neck as he presses a soft kiss there.

“hey Jobe”you slightly laugh out his name as he opens the door only to be thrown into a headlock by his own brother, the pair of them shuffling into the living room as they play fight with each other.

You shut the front door and clean your feet on the doormat before untying your shoelaces and removing your shoes.

You enter the living room and see the two brothers sitting on the sofa with a sour expression and Denise giving them a look.

"Y/n, lovely seeing you again” Denise greets you warmly as she glances up and sees you standing in the doorway “you look amazing, not long left now” she hugs you as you smile and look down, “thank you Denise” you gushed as you sat in between Jude and Jobe.

“only a couple more months left, did Jude show you the scan pictures” you continued.

"Yeah, he did," she replied with a smile. "They're amazing, aren't they? I can't believe how much the baby has grown already."

"I know, it's incredible," you said, excitement evident in your voice. "I can't wait to meet him or her."

"As long as they don't look like Jude, they will be alright" Jobe joked “You’re literally like a mini Jude, Jobe” You laughed as you put your hand onto Jude’s thigh.

“It's nice to know that I can actually grow a beard at the moment" Jude mumbles to himself, but loud enough so that Jobe can hear, "you call that a beard" Jobe laughs as he’s dodging Jude's kick.

As Denise calls all of you over for dinner, Jude gets up first to assist you up, putting one hand on your back as he guides you over to the dinner table, he sits next to you his hand on your thigh.

Mark, Jude’s dad is sat across from you, making slight conversation as you start eating your food.

As you took another bite of your food, your stomach churned you felt a wave of nausea wash over you, you reach out to take a sip of your water to hopefully wash it down.

But as the night went on, the feeling only got worse, your hand went straight over your mouth mumbling your apologies as you rush through the house to get to the bathroom.

He trails behind you, apologizing to his family before heading to the bathroom to assist you, gently rubbing circles on your back as you lean over the toilet, feeling him gather your hair up in his hands.

“you okay baby?” His voice soothing you, you lean back into him breathless as the embarrassment washes over you.

”Jude, I am deeply embarrassed. Your mother and your entire family are under the impression that I became sick because of the meal she cooked.“You convey your concern by covering your face with your hands.

“she doesn’t think that, don’t be stupid they know your struggling with your pregnancy” Jude tries to calm your down by wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you both sit in the bathroom floor.

“You okay y/n?” Denise’s worried voice makes you look up, as you see her standing in the doorway “she’s okay mum, bit tired though I think” Jude answers for you as he puts a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'll set up Jude's room for you both, and maybe it'll be best if you stay overnight, I'll bring some lemonade up to help it helped my morning sickness with Jobe" Denise smiles at you .

In a pair of shorts and an old shirt, you lay on the bed of Jude's old bedroom, covered in the familiar smell of his old clothes.

Jude is right next to you, scrolling through his phone on his lap with his hand on your inner thigh as he softly squeezes it, as he as he speaks with Jobe who is laying across the end of the bed, who is also scrolling on his phone.

"How much longer do you have left?" Jobe asks quietly as you open your eyes to his voice. "Just a little over a month, why are you excited, Uncle Jobe?" you playfully respond.

he just hums to your question, focusing back on whatever was on his phone.

The next thing you notice is Jude placing his phone on his bedside table, and then shuffles over and settles his head on your chest while his hands go straight to shirt to lift it up, his hands go to your bump to soothe it.

In your hands, you are gentle touching the ends of his hair gently twisting it and reaching to his scruffy beard gently scratching it as he hums softly to.

When he presses a soft kiss against your bump, your unborn baby gives him a small kick as they responds to his kisses

“Did you feel that?” Jude’s face snaps around to face you as he realizes what has happened “yeah, going to be like there daddy” you smile as you stroke his cheek.

“what? let me feel, move Jude” Jobe says as he rushes to your side and he places his own hand on your bump he pushes Jude's hands away as he presses his own against the bump.

“Jobe, fucking hell it's my kid.” Jude leans down for a for a kiss before getting up and making his way to the bathroom. You giggle as you see Jude's scrunched up face as he gets up and goes to the bathroom.

you’ve just gotten into bed when Jude come in with a glass of water and places it on your bedside table, “mum says goodnight” you hum to answer him while tugging him down to yourself.

"Careful," he laughs as he catches himself on his hands as he's above you, your hands go around his neck as you press a kiss to his lips.

His laughter fades into a soft sigh as he leans in for another kiss, his lips meeting yours once more before he puts his face into your neck and presses a few light kisses.

“You have a good day, baby?” He mumbles into the crook of your neck “the best thank j” you the nickname you call him slides off your tongue easily.

Jude hums“I love you so bloody much”

“I love you more” you giggle even more when be nips your neck.

He seals your lips together once more, using his knees to spread your thighs a bit further apart for him as he spreads them apart.

In the midst of your kiss, he lets out a breathy moan, courtesy of the fingers which are holding his face, interrupting your kiss with a breathy moan.

Jude utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging your hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against your side.

your lift your back up, and he settles it under your lower back and bum to prop you up. Fortunately for him, he has had extensive experience navigating the challenges of your pregnant belly.

he grips your shorts and carefully pulls them off, taking your knickers off and softly pressing a kiss to your thigh in the progress.

Settling between your thighs, Jude giggles when you wraps your legs around his hips and tugs him closer.

Jude’s body hovers over yours , love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through your folds, groaning at how slick you’ve become.

“Oh fuck” you whisper into Jude’s ear, biting back a grin as Jude grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling you.

Jude smiles as their chests are pressed together, enjoying the feeling of their stomachs touching while he guides himself into your slit.

Jude hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey you are for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have you this desperate for him and his touch.

“Need to be quiet, Jobe next door” he whispered as a moan ripped though your body.

"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He made a gentle backward slip, pulling the hips back gently as he slipped forward again, his breath stuttering as he dutifully slipped forward once again.

Guiding him, you softly release a moan, lowering one hand to the lower part of his back. With a whisper that tickles his ear, you affirm, "Jude, So so good." Tickled by the sensation, he squirms slightly and responds with a small laugh.

Jude soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between yourself, "made for being wrapped me huh?" And jude thinks nothing ever been truer.

Your arms were made to hold him, youe hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and your heart was made to completely consume his.

you reached your high before him, rolling your hips up to try and bring him to the edge, grinding down into your heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in your walls.

Jude knows you’re watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes “sorry baby, too tired for another one” he breathes into your neck.

As you nod and brush the sweaty spots from his forehead to soothe him and just like that, he is already able to feel lighter. He never has to sorry with you, you’ll always be here for him.

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