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MtF Burr with a very small natural haircut b/c she deserves it!!!

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6. “I’m in love with you.” and madilton

Read it on AO3! Faceclaim for Alex is Michael Luwoye; James’ is still Oak.

James and Alex’s thing began a while ago, but James still can’t bring himself to do anything about it. He just watches with curious eyes as Alex flirts shamelessly with every attractive person ze meets; watches with jealous glances as Alex cups Laf’s cheek and breathes out a compliment that’s all too sincere.

James tries to ignore his need for something and flops down on his bed, Thomas looking at him unimpressed from his own bed. He takes his phone, scrolls down his contacts. Thomas has to leave for something or other in an hour or so. And testosterone has made him terribly needy — he could just…

He knows he’s lost when his thumb hovers over the phone symbol next to Alex’s contact.

Thomas sits down next to him, snatches his phone from his hands. “Hey!” he protests weakly, sitting up and looking at Thomas indignantly.

“You’re about to call Hamilton?” he asks, lips upturned into an amused grin.

James’ face burns a little. “Maybe so.”

Thomas rolls his eyes and tosses James’ phone into his lap. “You can get better dick than hirs, c’mon Jemmy, don’t disappoint me like this.”

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Platonic whamilton pls?

I personally prefer romantic whamilton, but I love the father-son platonic wham too. I’m not sure if you wanted modern or canon era, so I’m going with modern.~~~-Alexander is a college freshman and George is his English professor.-There’s some tension because George is friendly, but Alex feels like he’s being patronizing and treating him like a child.-“Son-“ “Don’t call me son, my name is Alex”-The only thing Alex likes about George calling him son is that it feels affirming bc he’s trans and trying hard to pass.-George is trans too, and he finds out Alex is trans one way or another and offers him advice bc I love trans elders helping younger trans ppl with/through their transition.-Alexander ends up opening up to George about his shitty past after he gets stuck with him in class during a storm and has a panic attack.—He has PTSD from the hurricane.-Alexander and George bond over having abusive fathers and PTSD. —George’s dad pushed him into the army at eighteen. He saw too much. He was honorably discharged after five years because of an accident that almost costed him his right arm and right leg.-George invites Alexander home for Winter break during Alex’s second year of college.-It takes a lot of convincing because Alex wants to be independent, but George manages to get him to move in with him and Martha shortly after graduation.-“Once we’re all sure you can handle being on your own, you can move out and get an apartment.” “Okay. Thanks dad, good night.”-“George, I’m trying to sleep, what is it?” “Martha he called me dad!!” -Platonic wham is me projecting my need for a healthy parental relationship, can you tell?

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What are your headcanons concerning Burr and religion?

handwave warning: huge amounts of projecting. it’s modern au.

- aaron’s grandfather is a preacher and a priest. he ends up in his care when he’s three, and he grows up surrouned by catholicism. 

- it takes him until he’s ten to start to question it. he doesn’t get the things they say in religion class - and the big computer in the room for it provides more questions than answers. 

- he tells his grandpa that he wants a suit, to look like the boys on tv. he repeats a bible verse at him, something about women not wearing men’s clothing. aaron shrinks a little on himself, and never brings up wanting to look like a boy again.

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Based on this prompt. 

@biconburr

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Quick headcanon that Jefferson pokes fun at Alexander for being short ((short Cus he’s trans))

alexander is around 5′4 and thomas is 6′2 and alexander is so fucking jealous because goddammit they’re both trans why is this prick so goddamn TALL

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“Maria falls asleep on her shoulder and Eliza watches the scenery change as the bus runs through New York City to Albany. She runs her fingers through Maria’s curls; she has a thousand dollar smile on her face.” [three times a lady]

This was heavily based off of @biconburr‘s amazing fic! I recommend clicking the text to read it!! <3

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"Fight me, you attractive stranger" w mullete pwease !!

this one was hard actually but!! thank (sorry its so short)

Hercules didn’t exactly understand why this weird French guy wanted a big time slot for a fitting for a dress and a suit. But they let the guy make it, they didn’t mind. He sounded nice enough on the phone, and Herc definitely wasn’t one to judge. So they wrote down the word ‘French’ in their schedule with a little arrow going for the next hour. If anything, they’d just be sitting after the fitting in the back. Maybe they could take their lunch break.

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@freesmooches reminded me of the amazing existence of trans alex and i really had too. I love him,,

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“You’re sick and you need to rest.” marliza blease

Maria wakes up feeling like her stomach is turned upside down. 

She lets out a shaky breath as she straightens up, her girlfriend fast asleep in her bed. She came to her house for the weekend, and it’s Monday, and she slept with her. She’s impossibly warm, her thigh against her own. She smiles weakly at the sight. She tries to get up, but she’s all off and her hands are shaking slightly. She isn’t sure why— she isn’t sick physically, she didn’t do anything wrong these last few days. Didn’t eat anything bad, did exercise. She should be fine, but this is just a bad day for her. She stays there, knowing she should get up to make breakfast for her and Eliza. Eventually, Eliza’s eyes open and she wraps an arm around Maria’s stomach, kissing her cheek. “Hi, baby girl,” she murmurs sleepily. Maria pulls away, the bad-wrong feeling only exacerbating by the pet name. Eliza isn’t shaken out of her sleepiness, but she still looks kind of worried. “Something wrong, princess?”“Stop,” she murmurs, tears pricking at her eyes. All she gets from the pet names are blood roaring in her ears and skin against skin, fingers grabbing at the sheets. “Stop,” she repeats. “Oh,” Eliza says, eyes a little wide. But she stops, and doesn’t touch her, and just looks at her with concern. “I’m here, Maria.”

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doodle diddly de its a trans ham for thee

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B, L, Q

already answered B & Q

L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?

john fewines draw me the forbidden trans hamburr

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Reblog trans Alex to get the transphobes the fuck off your blog

He just had his coffee and he’s still tired of your shit

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Three words: Trans man Gwash

headcanons!

- he grew up in the 80s and 90s so he took a bit longer to realize he was trans, but he always knew something was off about being seen as a girl.

- when he got a growth spurt at 15 and got very tall people told him men didnt like tall women. as he’s attracted to men, that bummed him a little, but by then he already knew he wasn’t a woman, so he was like ‘well luckily i’mnot a woman!’

- he dated martha for a while when he identified as bisexual around age 17. martha was one of the few lesbians out at her highschool and experienced a lot of bad stuff. george wasnt very into her romantically but comforted her and helped her. when he came out they broke up in friendly terms and stayed friends

- he started hrt when he was in his 20s and was absolutely delighted at having his voice grow lower

- when he started growing a beard he cried happy tears

- he goes to pride with a trans flag pin and he’s joyous when he sees gnc teens stare at him in amazement. he knows he has the look of being in his 40s and that he can be seen as a trans/gay elder delights him

- he runs a lgbt meetup in which he met alex, who at the time identified as a very confused bisexual woman and helped him realize he was a trans man. he’s very good with advice and good with tips on dealing with dysphoria

- he learned about nonbinary genders because of his colleague hercules, who mentioned offhand that they preferred they/them pronouns. a conversation and some googling later, he was happy to know that it was an option for people now, at least online.

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Did someone say trans Alex?

Me.

It was me.

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"i can explain" + hamburr... 👀

Aaron doesn’t expect to get out of his house and see Alex passed out in his front yard. But he’s there anyway, naked and with thicker body hair than the last time he saw him. He huffs and goes towards the man, poking at his shoulder. “Alexander,” he says. Alex opens his eyes after a few minutes. He looks around before realizing he’s naked in Aaron’s yard. “I can explain,” he exclaims, crossing his legs in an effort for Aaron to not notice his lack of a dick. Aaron raises a brow. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a werewolf, I know. I can lend you my clothes if you want,” he deadpans. Alex looks at him wide-eyed, to then scoff and curse under his breath. Alex gets up and Aaron hands him his jacket. He ties it around his waist and heads towards Aaron’s house “How’d you figure it out?” he asks as he opens the door, closing it behind them. “When you don’t go to work during the full moon every month it’s pretty obvious,” Aaron murmurs, Alex following him to his bedroom. He takes one of his boxers, socks, and jeans before getting the biggest t-shirt he has. In all honesty, he chose it just so he can see Alex in clothes bigger than him. He hands them to Alex. “At first I thought it was your period, but then I remembered most trans men’s shark week stops while on T. I’m not that lucky.”

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“Your wish is my command.” jeffmads

“Can you cuddle with me?” Thomas murmurs, his face half covered by the pillow. James is sitting at the dining table, doing something or other for work. He gets up at those words, looking at Thomas with a soft smile. “Your wish is my command, my king,” he tells him, fluttering his eyelashes and cocking his head. Thomas rolls his eyes. “You’re still hung up on the fact I have royal blood?”“Yes,” James replies as he walks towards him. He huddles closer to him, spooning him even though Thomas is almost a foot taller than him. “I went to your Bar Mitzvah and went to your house, Thomas. There’s nothing royalty-like about how you are or how your relatives are.”Thomas’ bites the inside of his cheek. As much as he’s mentioned his royal lineage, he’s never delved on how it went down. “Probably ‘cause my mom was his mistress and he only recognized me for the shits and giggles.”“Ah,” James murmurs, unsure of what to say. “Did he do the mistress thing often, or..?”“Yeah,” he nods. “My father’s a prick. Glad he’s dead.”“You shouldn’t say that.”“He caused poor people and disabled people to die en masse because of his stupid fucking rulings,” Thomas replies, face screwed up in distaste. “Considering you are a disabled person, and I am too, I have valid reasons to.”James licks his lips. “Yeah, you’re right.”“It’s a lot, and I hate that I’m technically royalty. I just wanna be a disabled Jewish kid in peace, not have half-brothers asking me to come back to the kingdom.” He huffs. “Like they’d accept a black Jewish genderfluid person in the line to the throne, anyway.”“I’m sorry you have to deal with that, love.”“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” he replies, running a hand through James’ curls. He looks nothing like his father, and it’s one of the few things he’s thankful for. His father was a white gentile and the only thing he got from that is his tan skin. His brown eyes, his curls, his nose— they’re all his mother’s, a black Jewish woman. A comfortable silence follows through them, and Thomas turns around to kiss James’ cheek. “Was today a mild pain day, at least?”“Mm, not really, but it wasn’t bad either. Dealt with it.” He shrugs and kisses Thomas’ cheek. “I saw you were using your cane when you were outside.”“I wasn’t about to use my wheelchair, and it hurt quite a bit, so.”“I see. Well, hopefully, tomorrow is a better day for both of us.”“Of course,” Thomas nods. He kisses James on the lips, and he pulls away. “Not up for that?” James signs 'not right now’, and he smiles. As much as James is verbal — most of the time, at least — signing is more comfortable in a few occasions. “Alright. Do you wanna sleep? I can get you a weighted blanket.”“Yes about sleeping, but you’re enough of a weighted blanket.”Thomas goes pink but nods, getting up. He searches for his cane, just in case, and walks towards their bedroom. He leaves the cane in its place and gets out of his clothes, getting inside the bed. James does the same a few minutes later, curled up against him. “G'night,” Thomas tells him, running a hand through his hair. James grins. “G'night,” he echoes in the exact same tone before closing his eyes.