If someone gets a bootleg of Alex Boniello's opening night I will cry cos I love this boy with my entire heart

Injury Daveed Diggs x Reader

Sorry it's been radio silent for ages but I haven't really had the time or motivation to write. This fic is my first RPF and the first fic I've written for quite while (and I didn't spend much time writing it), so sorry if it's bad. I know it’s a lot shorter than usual. It's for a great author who has unfortunately broken their wrist, @protecting-my-legacy. I hope you guys enjoy!

"Come on Y/N, come roller-skating with me! It'll be fun! Please?" begged Daveed. You groaned and picked yourself up off the couch, you were really hoping for a relaxing night in. "I suppose, just this once" you said with a long-suffering sigh. Daveed jumped up excitedly and pecked you on the lips. "Thanks! I know this isn't really your thing but you won't regret it!"

You regretted it. You were unsure on your feet and managed to get into a collision with another rollerblader. Of course, being the gentleman that he is, Daveed immediately swept you into his arms and was in the process of taking you to the ER. 

"I'm so sorry" he whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead. "If I didn't force you to come, you wouldn't be hurt right now". You blinked back tears as your arm ached. "It's ok 'veed, you didn't know it was going to happen." "But still I-" You shut him up by gently pressing your lips to his, wincing as you shifted your wrist. "Hey be careful!" He said, worried. "I know, I know." You replied, before snuggling into his arms for the rest of the taxi ride there.

*Poke poke* No reaction. *Poke poke* Still nothing. "I'm bored 'veed!" You said, trying to get some sort of entertainment. "I can tell." He chuckled. "We have been here for 3 hours now." You gave an exaggerated sigh. "It better be my turn soon cos I'm about to go crazy". "Patience, love. You'll see the doctor soon." You saw the doctor and, 2 x-rays and a mental breakdown later, it was revealed that you had a hairline fracture. Of course, Daveed felt extremely guilty about the whole thing. He tried to make it up to you by taking care of you. "I'm not a baby, I can feed myself. Besides, it's not like my other arm is broken too." "I know love but let me take care of you, just this once". You sighed but eventually allowed it. Not 10 minutes ago, Daveed had walked into the room, precariously balancing a tray in one hand and opening the door with the other. Since you had injured yourself, Daveed had been bringing all your meals to you in bed. He barely let you leave the bed (despite it being perfectly fine for you to do so) in case you fell and injured yourself even more. You were a little irritated but allowed it (at least for a while) because you knew Daveed was just worried about you. After eating and watching a movie on Netflix together, Daveed held you close and started humming softly in your ear. "You should get some rest and heal up love". He continued his humming and you drifted off to sleep, safe in his arms. 

Let’s GO on a date! (John Laurens x Reader)

Hi guys! Sorry I haven't posted in a while! I started writing this fic a while ago but never got round to posting it. It's less of a continuous story and more of a collection of scenes surrounding you, John and Pokemon GO. Is it waaayy too late for this to still be relevant? Probably... But I'm posting it anyway. Here you go!

It all started one day after work. You returned home to see your boyfriend, John, huddled over his phone. 

"I'm home" you called out to him after he didn't give you his customary greeting.

"Oh! Y/N! You're home!" He bounded over and shoved his phone in your face. He was acting like an excited puppy. "Look at what Alex showed me today! It's awesome!" You backed up a little to look at the screen. "It's called Pokemon GO! Why don't you make one so we can play together?"

"Erm..." Just as you were about to refuse, you made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Puppy dog eyes. How could you say no to that? Heaving a long-suffering sigh, you said "I suppose..."

At this he picked you up and twirled you around, as if you'd just given him the world. 

"How do you do it again?"

"You flick. Like this!" John was waving his finger around like a madman. You imitate his actions on the screen. You waited with bated breath.

"I did it! I caught a Charmander! Look! Look! It's so cute!" you squealed, whilst thrusting your phone in his face. He chuckled.

"See? I knew you'd love it!" You pouted. Why is he always right? Almost as if reading your mind, he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck. "I'm just that smart." 

You pulled away and stuck your tongue out.

"Nu-uh! I bet I'll be better than you! I'll be a higher level, just you wait!"

"Oh, you're on!"

“Heeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyy” called John, flopped down on the couch.

“Hey?”

“I’m boooooorrrrrrrreeeeeeeeedddddddd” he groaned.

“I think I can tell” you chuckled.

“You wanna go on a date?”

“Sure!”

A while later, you were freshened up and ready to go.

“Where are we off too?” He looked at you sheepishly and said

“Erm, I was kinda thinking we could go round all the Pokestops? Then have a picnic in the park and catch Pokemon? But if you wanna do something else I get it…”

“That sounds… AMAZING!”

And with that, you set off hand in hand.

 “Y/N…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really sorry… I forgot to charge my phone. I’m sorry, I’m stupid! I’ve ruined this, haven’t I?” You simply smiled and reached into your bag.

“I knew this was gonna happen. Take this.” You handed him a portable charger and the wire. “I’ve brought 2”. He pulled you into a kiss.

“What would I do without you?”

“John! I just got to level 5!!!” you chattered excitedly.

“What?!? No way! I’m only level 4!”

“I told you I’m better!” You stuck your tongue out. “But apparently now I need to go to nearest Pokemon gym.”

“Pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee wait for me to get to level 5? Then we can go together?” He pouted at you. Damn, you could never resist him.

The two of you were sat on a bench opposite the church, the nearest gym.

“What team?” you asked.

“Well, I wanna be on the same team as you so we can tag team. How about we both say at the same time?”

“Mystic!” you said in unison. He grinned at you.

“Let’s take on this gym!”

 “Hey I see you!”

“Less talking, more tapping!”

“What’s that blue bar?”

“What blue bar?”

“THAT’S NOT FAIR HOW THE HELL DO YOU DODGE?!?!?”

“Can I change Pokemon?”

“What the hell do those words even mean?”

“Is that me or them?”

“Am I dead? I think I’m dead...”

“WHAT’S EVEN GOING ON?”

 Eventually, you managed to get the gym.

“Pssst! Y/N!”

“It’s the middle of the night!

“Valor’s got the gym!” he whisper-shouted. You shot bolt upright.

“Let’s go!”

“John! I’m going out for a run!”

“Great! Could you take my phone with you? I’m really close to hatching this 10k egg!” You rolled your eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Sure, I’ll be back soon.”

 By the time you got back, you were practically vibrating with excitement.

“You’re back early, what’s up?” asked John.

“John! John! You’ll never guess what happened!” He chuckled and obligingly asked

“What?”

“I caught a SNORLAX!!!!”

“NO WAY! Show me!” You got out your phone and waved it at him. “That is SO unfair! Next time I’m going running too!” he complained. You passed his phone back to him.

“Well, luckily for you, your girlfriend is amazing and caught one for you too!” His eyes widened comically. Once he snapped out of his daze, he engulfed you in his arms and peppered your face with kisses.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!” he squealed. You giggled

“Are you talking to me or the Snorlax?”

Miracle (John Laurens x reader)

Hey guys! Sorry for not posting for a while!  Here's my first Laurens x reader fic. Apparently I am not capable of letting any character actually have a happy life. Sorry the formatting is terrible, I have no idea what tumblr is doing rn.

Warning: violence

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"Nonono this can't be true!" you whispered. You had gone to the doctor's, thinking you were just getting ill.

"I'm afraid it is ma'am. Would you like me to contact your husband for you?" replied the doctor.

"NO. Please don't... I'd like to do it myself, if that's alright". That's when it hit you. You were pregnant, and your husband was off fighting a war.

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"Have you told him yet?" asked your dear friend, Eliza. "..."

"Y/N! You have to! He has a right to know!"

"I-I can't... What if he doesn't want a child? We're in the middle of a war, for God's sake! He hasn't got time for me or a child or any of this! What... What if he leaves me? I don't know what I'd do without him! I... I just can't yet..." You slumped down in your seat.

"Look, Y/N..." Eliza took your hands in hers. "He won't be upset. You know him, he'll be overjoyed! You need to tell him. And.... If it somehow goes wrong, you'll always have us. Angelica, Peggy and I will always support you, and I'm sure Alex wouldn't mind if you moved in with us". She shook her head and pulled her hands away. "That isn't going to happen anyway, so when are you going tell him?" You sighed in defeat.

"I suppose I could visit the camp next week. It shouldn't be too close to the front lines, so I'll be fine". Eliza gave you a proud, sisterly smile and said

"You won't regret this".

She better be right...

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You regretted it.

It was just your luck that there was a redcoat attack as you were going to visit. You took cover behind a tree as a storm of bullets whizzed past you. You prayed that John was safe. Cursing the inconvenience of dresses, you dove from one cover to another to try and get away.

You caught a glimpse of a familiar face, decked out in full military uniform. 

"Y/N?"

"John!" A cheesy smile spread across your face. John couldn't help but grin back.

"What are you-"

 BOOM

 You heard it before you felt it. The sound was deafening. The world seemed to run in slow motion as John's face turned from joy to shock to horror. You were a damn idiot. You had forgotten you were on a battlefield. There was no time for reunions, only fighting.

Ribbons of crimson flew through the air as you crumpled in on yourself. Then the pain hit. Oh God, the pain. It hit like a tsunami. You let out a strangled cry. John quickly dealt with the redcoat before dropping to his knees beside you. He gripped you tightly, applying pressure on the wound.

"Y/N! Please! Stay with me! I can't lose you! Please! Squeeze my hand if you can hear me!" At some point his words degraded into incoherent sobbing and mumbling. You couldn't tell though, since you were already unconscious.

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The first thing you were aware of was the pain. It was the worst thing you had ever felt, yet somehow not quite as bad as you expected. You had expected a little more, since you were shot and all. Perhaps you had been given something for the pain.

The second thing was the smooth, soothing voice in the background. It seemed like it was... Reading a story? The voice seemed familiar, yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it. He was important to you, somehow...

JOHN!

Your eyes snapped open and you let out a soft moan. The voice stopped immediately and snapped the book closed. It seemed like you were in some sort of medical tent.

"Y/N?" John whispered, almost as if afraid you weren't real. He looked exhausted and haggard, still in the same military uniform you had last seen him in. You sat up slowly, with his help, and took small sips of water. After making sure you were alright, John began to babble.

"I was so scared! I thought I'd lost you! Never do that to me again, ok? I wouldn't be able to live with myself, knowing it was my fault! There was so much blood! Why? Why were you even there anyway?"

"I-I" You glanced away, ashamed. You couldn't tell him. You were too scared. You weren't even sure if you were still pregnant after... After that. "Nevermind... Anyway, were you reading to me?"

John blushed and looked down, fidgeting. "Well, whenever I was sick my mother used to read to me and... Well, I thought it might help you." he confessed. 

"Thank you, that was really sweet of you."

At this point, a nurse slipped into the tent carrying a clipboard.

"Ah good, you're awake" she said. She carried out a couple of routine checks before sitting down in front of them both. "We have stitched up the wound and done what we can for the pain". Ah, that would explain the minimal pain. "With luck, there will not be any infection and you should have a speedy recovery. You will need to be very careful not to reopen the wound. You'll also need to get plenty of rest and have the bandages replaced regularly." She said. "Finally, regarding the ba-"

"I haven't told him yet!" you all but shouted, cutting of the nurse with a sudden burst of energy. You blushed, realising how loud you had been, before softly saying "Please... I-I need to tell him..." The nurse hesitated before nodding and leaving, giving you some privacy.

"What do you need to tell me?" John asked, rubbing soothing circles on your wrist. You drew strength from this and took in a steadying breath.

"I am... Well, I was... If I h-hadn't have b-been s-so stupid... I-if I ju-just told y-you when I-I should h-have..." At this you broke down. He immediately swept you into his arms, being careful of your injury. He gently rocked you until you felt ready to continue. "I-I'm so sorry... I was pr-pregnant... I... I lost our baby!" At this you lost your composure.

"Oh Y/N..." He held you close and you hid your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." you repeated like a mantra. You drew comfort from John's heartbeat before feeling his chest rumble.

"Y/N. Look at me". You pulled away but refused to meet his eyes. "You can't blame yourself, you know..." He sighed and caressed your face. Your eyes met. "My sweet... I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll protect you... You can always tell me anything... I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise..."

"It wasn't you... It was my fault for being to selfish and scared..." You sighed. "Look at us.... We're just a pair of idiots, aren't we?" Tears streamed down your face as he gently kissed you.

"I guess we are..."

"Mrs Laurens?" a nurse asked shyly, not wanting to interrupt the moment. You pulled out of the embrace and turned to her.

"Yes?" 

"Well, I was just sent to make sure that you were aware that the bullet did not damage the baby, nor did the fall. With luck, the baby should be absolutely fine. I'm sorry, I told the head nurse we should tell you but she assumed you knew". At some point, one of your hands had travelled up to cover your mouth whilst the other was hovering over your stomach.

"Thank you" said John, while you were still processing the news.

"My baby is... Still there?" You whispered, tears glistening in your eyes. You hadn't dared to hope... At her affirmative nod, you let out a strangled half-laugh half-sob and buried your face in John's chest. "My baby... Our baby!" You looked up to see John with a giant grin across his face and a shine in his eyes.

"Oh my God! I'm going to be a dad!"

You gripped tightly onto each other, basking in the joy of starting a family. It was a miracle. After a while of staying in each other's arms, your energy seemed to drain away.

"You should go to sleep, today has been an emotional day. Just rest and heal up." came John's soothing tones as he stroked your head.

With that, you drifted off to sleep.

Sick Day (Alexander Hamilton x reader)

Hi guys! Thank you so much for the support on my first 2 fics! Sorry I haven't written more, I'm a bit sick! It really means a lot! This is a short little fic cos I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself and I love Alexander waaayy too much... It's probably quite bad cos I'm half dead but oh well. 

 "Ughhhhh." You had just woken up and your head was pounding. The night before, you had gone to bed with the sniffles and the beginnings of a sore throat. It seemed to have progressed rapidly overnight. The duvet seemed stiflingly hot and your throat was painfully raw. You rolled over to see your husband, Alexander, still asleep. He had been working really hard recently so you tried to be as quiet as possible.

You slipped out of bed and was immediately greeted by a tidal wave of nausea and dizziness. You shut your eyes and tried to suppress it, heading off to the kitchen for a drink. Before you knew it, coughs started wracking your body. It felt like you had been swallowing razor blades. You downed an entire glass of water, soothing your burning throat. You refilled the glass and headed back up to your bedroom.

"Y/N?" You were greeted by the sight of your groggy husband, shirtless with his hair sticking up in all directions. "Good Morning, Alex" you croaked, before wincing at the pain it caused. "Woah, are you ok?" he asked, worried. "I'm fine, just feeling a bit under the wea-". You cut off as another coughing fit tore through your body. Alexander was instantly behind you with a hand on your back, offering silent support.

Every cough hurt more and more until, suddenly, your stomach flipped. Your ran out of the room and into the bathroom, Alex hot on your heels. He held your hair out of your face and rubbed your back soothingly as you emptied your stomach.

When at last it seemed like it was over, Alexander slipped out of the room, allowing you some time to recover. He returned with a tall glass of water and some medicine. "Here, drink. Take small sips" he spoke softly, resuming his place by your side. After a couple of sips, he spoke again, handing you the medicine. "Take this, it should help settle your stomach". After sitting there for a while, you croaked out "Thanks, I think I'm good now."

You attempted to stand but a sudden head rush made it much more difficult than you had imagined. Alex, spotting you swaying dangerously, swept you into his arms. He held you bridal style and murmured "You're going straight to bed". You tried to protest but your throat wasn't having any of it. He hushed you and gently placed you onto the bed.

He pulled the duvet over you and helped you get comfortable. He felt your heat as your hands brushed together so he put a hand on your forehead. "You're burning up, dear. Stay here while I get you some things". He returned with extra blankets (and thinner ones, in case the duvet was too hot), a glass of water and a strip of wet cloth. He placed the blankets at the foot of the bed and the glass on the bedside table. He carefully lay the cloth on your forehead and you sighed at the pleasant cooling sensation. He tenderly gave you a peck on the forehead. "Sleep, love. You need to get some rest" Alex whispered, before quietly leaving the room.

A few hours later, you were softly shaken awake. The cloth on your forehead was still cold, having been changed while you were asleep. "Wake up, love. You need to eat" "What?" you asked, delirious. "I made you soup. You missed lunch so I thought you should eat something."

He helped you sit up before placing a tray on your lap. On it sat another glass of water and a bowl of soup. "Just have as much of it as you can. Be careful though, it's hot". Seeing your slightly green complexion, he picked up a spoonful of soup, gently blew on it, then brought it to your lips. "I can feed myself" you mumbled, undermined by the fact that you were now happily drinking the soup, thanks to him. After a while, the glass and bowl was empty and Alexander was satisfied with how much you had eaten. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "A bit better, thanks to you" you smiled at him. "Good. Well you should still rest some more" he said, helping you lay down again. He gave you another peck on the forehead before leaving with the tray.

A couple of days later, you felt healthy, well-rested and extremely thankful for a particular loving husband.

Shut me out (Alexander Hamilton x reader)

Hi! This is my second ever fanfiction and, to be honest, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!

Your husband had been working non-stop for the last fortnight. He had his meals delivered to his office and slept in it too. He hadn't spoken to you and you were getting frustrated. Trying to convince him to stop working was like talking to a brick wall.

"Alexander, please" "I just need to get this done. Just leave me to do this" he replied curtly. "Ale-" "Leave." he all but demanded. And with that, he pushed you out of the door and slammed it in your face.

You were shocked. He had never spoken to you like that before. it was always loving words and kind caresses. Even when you were arguing, he'd never raise his voice at you. He'd speak calmly and with reason until you got to an agreement, and he'd always apologise first. To see him speak to you like that made you feel worthless. You hadn't meant to push him that far, you just wanted him to get out of his office and take care of himself. You just wanted him to be back in your life.

Before you could stop yourself, a sob escaped your lips as all the insecurities came rushing back. Everyone had told you repeatedly that you weren't good enough for a man as intelligent and hard working as him. That you'd just get in the way of his work. Perhaps they were right... "Please don't shut me out" you whispered, with their words still in the forefront of your mind. But, no reply came.

A few days later, you went out for lunch with Peggy Schuyler. She was your best friend, your backup, your confidante. "Are you alright? You look unwell" she greeted you. "Oh, charming" you replied, irritated. "What's the matter? You're not normally so snappy". You told her about everything. How Alexander had been treating you. Your insecurities. Your worries. 

"I just don't know what to do". You rubbed your brow, a slight pressure beginning to form there. Peggy knew exactly what to do. She comforted you and told you exactly what you needed to hear. "He loves you, [Y/N]. He cares, he really does. You'd have to be blind not to see that!" she chuckled. "He'll come around, just give him a bit of time". "Thanks Peggy, you always know what to say" you said gratefully. "Yes, for I am a wise old man who knows all" she said, before you both burst into giggles.

After a pleasant lunch with Peggy, you headed home. At the time, Peggy's words seemed to be exactly what you needed to hear. However, the more that you thought about it, the less you believed them. Before long, the hateful were back, and worse than ever. You rubbed your brow. You stepped off the carriage and nodded gratefully towards the driver. You stepped through the doors of your shared home, although it seemed empty with Alexander holed up in his office.

You were barely on the second floor when the pressure in your head began to build. Soon, you could concentrate on nothing but the pain. You were paralysed on the spot as you were gasping for breath. They were short and shallow, but nothing would allow you to breathe easier. The pain from your head and your chest was unrelenting. Static invaded your ears until it was all you could hear. Thin tendrils of bright white crept into the edges of your vision, spreading slowly. You tried to fight against it, to at least get to you bed, but white eventually engulfed your sight.

And then there was darkness.

A maid suddenly burst into Alexander's office, looking panicked and flustered. "Please, sir, come quick!" "What is it?" he asked, his initial anger being replaced by a rising feeling of panic. "It's your wife, sir. She suddenly collapsed". He was on his feet, sprinting out the door, before she could even finish.

He saw you on the floor in the hallway. You looked lifeless, like a marionette who's strings had been cut. His heart was hammering in his chest as he reached down to touch you. You were warm and clammy. He checked your pulse.

"Thank God." he whispered, managing to calm his hammering heart slightly. He scooped you up easily and held you close. "Someone send for a doctor" he commanded. He stood up, holding you bridal style, and took you to your bedroom where he laid you down carefully onto the bed.

The doctor arrived promptly and looked over you. "Lack of sleep and stress" he determined. "Do you know what could have been the cause of this?" Alexander turned away and refused eye contact. He felt shame bubbling up. Could it be that he was the cause of this? He didn't want to think of it. He didn't know that you were missing sleep over him. If he had known, he would have gone back to bed with you immediately. He had always known you were rather frail. You were ill almost constantly and health could easily take a turn for the worst. He very often worried about you. "Will she be alright?" he asked eventually. "Yes, given enough rest. She was lucky this time. However I must warn you that if these attacks were to occur again, there is a high chance that she won't be so lucky. Her body is frail, she would not be able to take another one". Alexander nodded numbly as the doctor left.

He was the cause of this. He had caused you to miss sleep with his selfish actions. He had caused you to worry and stress. Him. The guilt was rising rapidly. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I love you more than you could imagine" he said, caressing your face gently.

He swore he would not leave your bedside.

You shifted slightly as your eyes fluttered open. Alexander was at your side in an instant. He gently placed a hand on your chest. "My love, stay down" he spoke softly. "How are you feeling? Do you need a drink? Is it too bright in here? Too loud?" he questioned. You tried to reply but all that escaped your lips was a soft groan. "Are you alright? Are you in pain?" You tried to shake your head but that just made the dizziness worse. "Don't push yourself. Just go back to sleep". You did precisely that.

You awoke in Alexander's arms. You chatted for a while, since you hadn't spoken properly in over a fortnight. Eventually, you asked: "Alexander, promise me something?" "Whatever you want, my sweet." "Promise me you'll look after yourself more. I love you to the moon and back, and I can't bear it". He held you close and rocked you gently. "I promise. And I'll always look out for you and be there for you. I'll make sure you're safe and well. You're my number one priority, not any stupid work. I swear, I won't let this happen again. I can't". He was close to tears. You smiled gently at him and shared a sweet kiss. "I love you so much". "And I you, dear". You snuggled into each other and were soon fast asleep.

Out of My League (King George III x Reader)

Hello! This is my first fic (and, to be honest, I’m not very good at tumblr) so any feedback will be much appreciated! I’m not really sure about ideal length so this is just more of a test. I wrote this since I’m a Brit through and through so obvs George is one of my fav characters in Hamilton!

You had married George about a year ago. For a while, your life was bliss. You had a husband who loved you and showered you in whatever you desired (not that you'd ever actually request anything). You loved each other, and that was all that mattered. However, your 'loyal' subjects did't see it that way. You were born and raised a commoner. Obviously, your courtship and marriage had caused quite a fuss, particularly within certain elitist circles, but George quickly ordered them to quieten their mouths.

Only, recently, the gossip had started up again. Maybe you had broken some kind of etiquette? Maybe you had offended someone? All you knew was that it was back, and worse than ever. When they thought you weren't listening, they called you a 'whore who'd spread her legs for anyone, as long as they had money'. They accused you of sorcery, bewitching the king and clouding his judgement. Many of the comments were in a similar vain, spoken by nobles who were jealous that you had managed to catch the King's eye. They didn't affect you nearly as much as the other comments did.

"She'll never be fit to be Queen". "She's a distraction". "She'd never have the courage nor the intelligence to make any real decisions". "She's nothing more than a pretty face".

Every word pierced your heart. They attacked one of your worst insecurities. Sure, you'd never had a formal education but you had read your father's books and taught yourself everything you needed to know. You had learned through sheer tenacity and force of will, and ended up with knowledge that rivals even your husband's. But, you weren't raised to rule. You didn't know the ins and outs of high society. You just tried your hardest and hoped for the best. Still, the fact that people thought you weren't good enough upset you more than it should have.

"My love, what troubles you?" asked George, seeing an expression of worry mar your beautiful face. "George, I need you to answer this honestly". "What is it dear?" he said, feeling slightly apprehensive as to what affected you this much. "Am I a burden?" you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

After saying it out loud, it seemed like everything came crashing down. What if they were right? What if you were a burden - useless to George and the country? What if he hates you? What if it was all pity and he never truly loved you? 

You couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face or the sobs escaping your lips.

You found yourself encapsulated by his arms. He cradled you close, with your head resting on his chest, his slightly musky scent tickling your nose. This was the feeling of safety, of warmth. The feeling of home. He just held you there in a protective cocoon.

"Shh, you silly girl. Dry those tears" he said, drying your eyes with his robe. "Whatever could have given you that idea?" "I-I'm sorry. I ju-just." You hiccuped and broke down again, the horrible words still swimming in your mind. "Shh, my sweet. I'll be here as long as you need me". "Sorry, I'm useless. Pathetic. Weak." you mumbled, as you tried to pull away from him. He held you tighter.

"Look at me" he demanded. You managed to pull away this time, avoiding his eye contact and mumbling some sort of excuse. "Look. At. Me." he demanded, more forcefully this time. He put his thumb under your chin, lifting it so that your eyes met. You stared into his captivating blue eyes, a feeling of guilt bubbling up. His eyes softened. "What am I going to do with you?" he sighed. "[Y/N], I love you so much, can't you see that? I would move the heavens for you". At this, he stole a sweet kiss. 

"Please, what's gotten into you?" "I-I heard some pe-people talking about m-me". Your voice wavered and you lost the courage to go on. "What did they say?" He spoke softly and comfortingly, trying to coax you to go on. You told him everything you had heard. Every last insult, mean comment and snide remark. "Oh [Y/N]" he whispered, as he held you close. "You didn't need to face this alone. I'm here. I'll always be here. Please, speak to me next time." "I-I'm sorry. I didn't want to bother you or waste your time." you stuttered. "My sweet, I would give up my entire kingdom if it meant your happiness". He smiled as you blushed prettily under his intense gaze. "B-but all those people said-" "Never mind what they said. You are what's most important to me. What do those people know?" he whispered.

Then, upon the realisation that it was his subjects that caused this, his gaze hardened and sparked with anger. "Who are these people who dares cause you such grief? I will execute them immediately!" His eagerness to jump to your defense warmed your heart. "George, it's fine. Drop it. It's just people in the court gossiping". "But, my love-" "It's fine George. Yes, their words hurt. Yes, I won't forget them. Yes, they were horrible and uncalled for, but it was just gossip. Nothing more, nothing less. We can't convict them on human nature. Just let it go, for me?" "How did I ever convince someone like you to be my wife?" he asked in awe. "You're just plain amazing, you know that right?" "George." you said, exasperated at his attempt to sidetrack you. "Ok, I promise I won't do anything. For you, my sweet, I give my word." "But seriously, can't I chop a couple of heads off?" "George." "Sorry, dear." and the King of England, ruler of millions, meekly complied.

New Hamilton x reader blog

Hi guys! I've decided to start a Hamilton x reader blog! This is my first time writing fanfiction so any feedback would be much appreciated. I have a couple of ideas but feel free to request! I won't do any nsfw stuff and I'm a bit iffy about modern AUs but I'll give it a shot. I'm hoping to post 1 or 2 fics tonight!