Hamilton OneShots

You Are Valid ~ Leebury (Trigger Warning?)

So I'm not dead. Still depressed tho... But I truly appreciate all the comments. I may not respond to them, but I do read all of them, and they have managed to put a smile on my face, so thank you so much. I will do a part 2 to this and the other stories that only have a part one so far, I promise. Just... for a little bit here, updates might be really slow or fast, depending on my mood... Anyway, enjoy. -Alex

(Trans Seabury)

Samuel was dreading today, after all, today was the day students get their report cards. Why was that a problem for Samuel? Well, Samuel was trans. 'A boy born in the wrong body' was his favourite way of putting it. His friends had no problem calling him Samuel, or just Sam, nor did his teachers. Everyone was accepting and respectful, well, everyone except for his father. William Seabury had a hard time understanding how his "daughter" felt. If he were being honest, Samuel was tired of telling his father how he felt. His father wasn't even nice to him. Samuel had to take antidepressants every day, and he would admit, some days he forgot. So when his dad saw his pills sitting on the counter, there was no friendly reminder, it was typically a harsh, rudely worded reminder. Some days, Sam would fall asleep in tears merely because of the words his father used against him. So, long story short, Samuel's father was in no way accepting of his "transgender child," and constantly reminded Samuel of how female he really was.

Samuel wasn't allowed to wear his chest binder in front of his father, and was in fact, forced to wear feminine clothing. William constantly had Sam wear skirts and crop tops, or short shorts and other tight fitting clothing. He loved seeing his "daughter" in form-fitting clothes that accentuated his curves and feminine form. This meant Samuel would change at school when Charles, his boyfriend, would give him a more masculine outfit, which included his chest binder. He was relieved every morning when he saw Charles, it made the pain of his father go away and seem almost non-existent.

But today, however, there was more than just his father to deal with, today Samuel would get his report card. Only it wouldn't say "Samuel," it would say "Samantha." He was tired of everyone calling him who he identified as, except for the person whose permission was needed to change his name. But his father would never do that, his father was infatuated with his "daughter."

Charles had been suspicious of sexual harassment and abuse. Particularly from how Sam would shy away the minute anyone touched him. How he would flinch if someone raised their hand. From the way he almost cried when Charles accidentally grazed his leg. Something was up, and Charles needed to know. Not because he was overprotective, or clingy, but because this was the safety of his lover, the safety of another 14-year-old child.

The students were sitting in class, the teacher was lenient and let Charles sit next to Sam. It was the end of the day and the teacher was just gathering all the report cards to hand out, and one by one began calling the names of students.

"John Adams."

"Aaron Burr."

"Alexander Hamilton."

"Thomas Jefferson."

"Marie-Joseph- Oh hell... Lafayette!"

"John Laurens."

"Charles Lee."

"James Madison."

"Hercules Mulligan."

"James Reynolds."

"Elizabeth Schuyler."

Samuel felt the teacher getting close to his name.

"Saman- Samuel Seabury."

Sam smiled at the teacher's use of his preferred name, however when he grabbed his report card, it read "Samantha Seabury" as expected. As always, Charles was quickly at his side. He snatched the card from him before he could see it and put it in Sam's backpack so that Sam wouldn't have to see it. Samuel gave a small smile and the final bell rang. Charles gave Sam his feminine clothes so he could change. Today, his father had him wear a bright pink skirt and a white blouse, he hated it. Every part of it.

Charles walked Sam home but dared not enter the house, knowing Sam's father was crazy protective. But today, just before they arrived, Samuel broke down into tears. Charles was quick to pull him aside and kneel in front of his hurting boyfriend.

"Charlie please don't let me go home... I-I can't take it!" Samuel sobbed loudly, causing Charles to wrap his arms around the small, crying boy. Now he knew there was something more than just the unacceptance.

"Sam honey, please tell me what's going on..." Charles said in a practically begging tone. He had wanted to know for so long what was going on, and he truly wanted answers. But what he heard, left him stunned...

Samuel proceeded to talk about everything. Describing in detail, accounts of abuse and sexual harassment from his father. The number of times Samuel's father had ran his hands up his skirt, along his waist, cupped his face in the creepiest of ways. It honestly shocked Charles, and after the shock faded, the anger set in. Not only was William not accepting his trans boy, but he was deliberately using his body to shame him into being more feminine! The report card was one thing, that was the icing on the cake of depression for Samuel, seeing his birth name on there was enough to make him want to die. Something he had wanted to do for so long, but never brought himself to, knowing Charles would be devastated.

Once Samuel had somewhat calmed down, Charles took him home, only this time, Charles was going in with him.

Charles was going to have a little... "chat" with William. The two walked inside, instantly seeing William on the couch with a beer and watching football.

"Samantha honey, you're home late, why are you- WHO IS THAT!" William shouted, pointing at me.

"I'm HIS boyfriend asshole," I stated firmly.

With a harsh glare and a twitch in his eyes, William stood up.