I love the hc that Washington is super protective of his son *ahem* aide, especially when it comes to his colleagues who stare at him a lil too long, and make comments on how “pretty” he is, how appealing.
This headcanon contains nonconsensual kissing and attempted noncon.
Most of the time it’s not said out loud. People aren’t foolish enough to make comments about Hamilton’s appearance when Washington is within earshot, but nonetheless he is thin, almost delicate, and more than once the term pretty is mentioned. Hamilton himself, naturally observant, sharp, knows when eyes linger on him for longer than acceptable.
But Hamilton also knows that he is a nobody from nowhere. There are times where he must hold his tongue. Times when he cannot cause trouble.
The first time is before an important meeting. Hamilton is a new aide and at the time did not even know the man’s name. He carries a ledger across the room intended for the General, and suddenly a much larger man is in his path. Nothing happens, not really. The man tells him he’s the prettiest thing he’s seen in months. It’s all Hamilton can do to keep from breaking his hand when those fingers stroke his cheek. But then Washington enters the room. The man steps back. Hamilton heaves a sigh of relief. The General looks confused, and some other emotion lingers behind his eyes, but the meeting carries on as scheduled.
The second time is another gathering, away from headquarters. Hamilton serves as a translator between the General and a trio of French officers ready to serve in the army if the price and rank are right. These men are not like Lafayette, who is eager and willing to learn. They are more intent to point out everything Washington has done wrong. Hamilton snorts. In the end, the men are turned away. They will not get what they want. One of them lingers, corners Hamilton in a hallway. This man towers over him, backs him into a wall. He is too close, reaches forward and toys with a button on his coat.
Washington finds the scene. Hamilton doesn’t know, never asks what goes through his mind, but he drags the man forcibly out of his space.
It ends with Hamilton insisting he’s fine. He is! He doesn’t need Washington worrying about him every moment of the day and he can take care of himself.
The third time he is drunk, or well on the way to being so in some tavern between here and there. Someone in a uniform hauls him out of a chair and Hamilton finds himself pinned against a wall, arms on either side of his head and nowhere to go. It’s a bit difficult to process, but he thinks there’s a knee between his legs and unfamiliar lips too close to his. There’s a whisper in his ear- no need to struggle, he’ll enjoy this, pretty thing that he is. Those lips seal over his and muffles Hamilton’s startled shout. He tries to push away. Fingers tighten in his hair. Another hand finds the ties of his breeches. Hamilton is jerked back into his head. He struggles, pushes back against a firm chest. Panic. Maybe he won’t get away from this.
Footsteps approach, and next he knows Hamilton sags to the floor, knees trembling with some odd combination of inebriation and adrenaline. When he looks up it’s Washington of all people, dragging the man away. He lands a couple punches, sends the stranger spiraling to the ground. As he climbs slowly back to his feet, Hamilton is all too aware of the silence in the tavern. It’s no stretch to say every eye in the place is on them.
What they must think.
Washington doesn’t seem to stop to think. He orders the man thrown out. He’ll deal with the rest of it tomorrow. Time seems to stop as Hamilton’s gaze finds his. There is absolute murder in the General’s eyes. He could have killed this man.
It’s fine, Hamilton insists again. He can take care of himself.
Washington doesn’t say anything in reply as he escorts him from the tavern and back to headquarters. Hamilton wonders, worries, if it’s something that’s his own fault. He worries how far the General’s protectiveness goes. From this last time he thinks Washington would kill to protect him.
And Hamilton doesn’t know how to feel about that.
