Hamilton X Readers (Imagines and Oneshot)

Aaron Burr X Reader

Warnings: Swearing and sad.

"Mr Vice President." 

"(Y/N)." Replied Aaron bluntly.

"Look at me, Aaron, please." You said gently.

He let out an exaggerated sigh, putting his pen down and pinching the bridge of his nose but not looking up to meet your eye.

"What?" He asked desperation laced his words and his voice sounded desirous, still not looking at you. You had had enough with the ignorance he was giving you, pacing over to his desk, you pushed his papers away so he wouldn't have an excuse to ignore you once again.

"Look at me now." You pressed, his head hung low, refusing to pay to any mind as he twiddled his thumbs.

"Aaron." You asked more desperately, but he still would not move. You were on your last thread, it wasn't so much the fact he was ignoring you (well it was) it was more of the fact that you had let him bed you, deflower you and make a fool of yourself by falling in love with the self-pitying fool who refused to have any such affection, no love, no romance just lust, a second choice.

"For fuck's sake, look at me now!" You screamed, letting your emotions get the better of you, his head whipped up, startled by your sudden change in volume. 

"What do you want?" He hissed at you through his teeth, you didn't understand why. You knew he didn't love you, you were sure but he had never spoken to you like that before. You would be lying if you said that you weren't taken aback.

"Aaron..." You paused, unsure how to say what you had come to his office to say. You decided it was best just to say it. "I'm pregnant." You whispered, he had heard it, you knew that for sure, his jaw slackened, a dumbfounded expression found his face.

"No." He shook his head, "No, no." You felt heartbroken, you knew not to have feelings for him but you had hoped he would be a little excited, even just a bit. The truth really hurt. "Are you sure?" you nodded.

"Be sure (Y/N), be sure!" He pressed.

You stood and stared at him for a while, you could almost see the cogs turning in his brain, sadness in his eyes. You took a moment to think yourself before moving closer to him. 

"I'm sorry if I've upset you but one doesn't make a baby alone. You're at fault also." He didn't respond, you reach for his hands, almost taking them in your own before he snatched them away, giving you a cold glare.

"Leave," he said, rather glumly like he wanted to be anywhere but with you at that time.

"What? No, no, I'm not leaving." You cried, your eyes stinging with tears as you curse yourself for breaking your promise to yourself.

"Go away!" He yelled at you, scaring you, he had never really yelled like that before, not at you anyway. Tears fell down both yours and Aaron's cheeks as you sighed, knowing you weren't going to win and it was a lost cause to keep trying, however much your mind told you, you couldn't leave. Turning to walk away, you stopped, just before opening the door, you turned and looked at the man, whispering into the tension-filled air, "I love you." closing the door and headed out back to your family house, crying silently as you were doing so. 

Aaron looked at the door. He didn't know how to feel, you weren't his love, you were a rebound, a toy he used when craving a female touch and now you were pregnant, "Aaron, what the fuck have you done this time?" He asked himself before sitting back down, drying his eyes and getting back one with his work, hoping it was all some kind of dream.