Hamilton Oneshots

Girl (Jeggy)

Trigger Warning: Misgendering and Violence

Jasmine, aged just seven, stood by her friend Hercules with her hair tied into pigtails as their gym teacher tossed a plastic ball to each student to hit with a bat. Every student got it but when it was Jasmine's turn she was too busy thinking about how much she was confused about being a girl right now that when she noticed the ball and swung it was too late.

Instantly the class burst into laughter and she looked to Hercules for support, he smiled sadly when some boy shouted, "You hit like a girl!" Making confusion overshadow Jasmine's shame. Why did that make everybody laugh more? Why was that funny? What did it mean?

She didn't get to dwell on it long because Hercules took her hand and dragged her from the room, "Don't listen to them, they're stupid." He said encouragingly.

"Herc can I tell you something? But don't tell nobody." Herc nodded and Jasmine took a deep breath, "Sometimes I don't feel like a girl and sometimes I do. It's weird." She was going to apologize but she didn't know what she'd be apologizing for so she didn't.

"It's okay," Herc said and smiled, "I just want you to be happy so just tell me what to do to keep you happy." He hugged her and Jasmine hugged back, feeling secure with her-or-their best friend. They'd later find out how they felt was a word called 'genderfluid'.

Today Jasmine is twelve and feels like a girl which meant she didn't have to wear her binder, she didn't have a problem with her binder it's just that she had a cute lacey bra with little frogs on it that she really liked and wanted to wear today, so she did.

"Okay, will all the girls please go to the hallway, you're all going to the auditorium for a presentation. Boys stay here. Jasmine, you're a girl no matter what you say so go." The teacher announced. Jasmine felt rather shocked at being singled out like that and felt worse when the class snickered.

"Come on," Her friend, Angelica said, "She's a bitch anyway." Jasmine gasped as neither of them really sad bad words but it made her feel better and she slinked out of the room with Angelica and to the auditorium.

Jasmine and Angelica sat together, a girl next to Jasmine briefly introduced herself as Martha before the presentation began and they quieted down out of respect. Their principle strolled onto the stage and pointed at a girl near the front, telling her to come to the stage.

"Hey that's my sister," Angelica said confused as a girl who looked younger than the two of them wearing a yellow floppy shirt and white skirt walked onto the stage, pulling on her braided hair, "She looks nervous. Poor Pegs."

Jasmine silently agreed and the principal made his remark, "No matter the circumstance, dressing like sluts will not be tolerated. Any skirt above your knee will get you a detention," He turned to Angelica's sister and handed her a detention slip as Angelica gasped and stood up.

"You take that back you fatass inbred-lookin' mother fucker!" She yelled and grabbed her seat's cushion, throwing it at the principle and managing to hit him in the head as teachers physically restrained the girl, "See you in hell, bitch! Ain't no sister mine a slut, fucktard!" She screamed as they removed her from the room.

Jasmine turned back to the stage once Angelica was gone to see a different man, "It's natural for boys to get aroused which is why it's important for girls to cover up as they're causing a problem and taking away from the education of others." With that, he dismissed the gathering.

Jasmine later found out the boys played video games on the whiteboard while they were being lectured about how their body could sexually turn on their friends.

Now, Jasmine is sixteen, today she's actually a he and going by John. John had his favorite binder on and shirt which was a loose genderfluid flag shirt that went off his shoulders, he had gotten glasses previously that year and was at a party Peggy had invited him to, she'd stuck a band-aid on his face and named the band-aid 'Fred' she forbade him to take Fred off.

"This is my favorite song!" Peggy laughed and began dancing to the song, John identified it as New Rules by Dua Lipa, he liked the song and laughed at Peggy's exaggerated moves, "What?" She laughed as she wiggled her hips and stuck her tongue out at him.

John laughed harder and went to reply when some boy neither of them knew wearing what looked like a cowboy hat walked behind Pegs and smacked her ass making her face go bright red as she stumbled into John who held onto her, "Hey man what the fuck?!" He yelled and the boy looked surprised.

"It's a joke, not a dick, don't take it so hard." He replied as John tried to make eye contact with Peggy to try and reassure her, he couldn't, she refused to look into anybody's eyes. John grew angrier and returned his attention to the boy.

"Due what the fuck? A joke? You know what's a joke? Your fashion sense, bitch. A cowboy hat? Really?" He rolled his eyes and held Peggy tighter to keep her from running away as he knew she was about ready to do.

"Really?" The man asked and looked John over, "What's really a joke here is your made up Tumblr gender." John caught sight of Eliza making her way over with her eyes on Peggy with concern filling them so he handed Peggy off to her sister and then punched the boy in the face, knocking him to the ground as a circle formed around them and Peggy cried onto Eliza's shoulder.

John got on top of him and kept punching him until he heard a very familiar cleared throat, he looked up at Angelica who observed the situation, "What did he do?" She asked while regarding the boy under John's bloodied and bruised face.

"He hurt Peggy," John replied with no sense of remorse for his actions, "He smacked her ass and then he told me my gender is a joke. He deserved it." He said and got up, massaging his wrist from all the stress that had built in it.

"So he did," Angelica replied and kicked the boy in the side herself as John smiled, glad his friend could back him up though he knew it was mostly due to Peggy being her sister.

John went back to Peggy and asked her what she needed and she replied, "I just want to go home." John nodded and helped her out of the house and to his car, making sure she buckled as he got into the driver's side door. They sat in a silence as he drove until Peggy spoke up, "Why do you care?" She asked.

"What?" John asked, having expected to make the ride in silence so he wasn't paying attention at all, only registering that Peggy had made a noise.

Peggy sighed and leaned her head against the cool window of his car, "Why do you care about me?" She asked quietly, "Why does anybody? Every time something happens you guys defend me...and I don't know why."

John sighed and pulled over. He looked at Peggy who was staring at him in shock and in the middle of asking why he'd stopped he cut her off, "I don't know about the others, but I defend you for one very simple reason." She didn't get to ask why as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her gently, happy when she responded to the kiss.

He pulled back and looked her deep into her eyes as two of her fingers found their way to her bottom lip, "You...like me?" She asked after a few moments of stunned silence.

"More than what's probably healthy," John said with a smile, "When I was little I was told 'hitting like a girl' was bad. When I was twelve I saw that hitting on a girl was acceptable even when she didn't want it. And now that I'm sixteen I want to keep my girl safe and happy." He thought about kissing her again but restrained himself.

"My girl," Peggy repeated with a blush spreading across her face, "I think I might like you too, John." She said and he grinned wider as he kissed her again, she hugged him and he moved his hands into her hair.

Then, he pulled back again and returned to sitting properly, "Now we really need to get you home. If Angelica gets there before us...I'll have hell to pay." Peggy laughed and agreed as he started the car again and took off.