I'm not exactly new around Hamilton and still this is one of my fantasies from all times since I'm in this fandom. What would it be like to make a canon verse but with a/b/o dynamics? Please, let me know if you liked it and if you think I should write a some more of this.
"Hamilton, don't" Said the alpha commander George Washington for the third time as the ginger spun in his tent, ranting over some of his staff bad mounting him right on his back.
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From the young Beta point of view, this was completely unacceptable. Hamilton was just waiting for their General to grant him permission to put those irreverent traitors in their place. He wouldn't have to ask this if the General would have considered trust him in a higher position instead of promoting these assholes in the first place. Damnit, he even let Burr into being a Lieutenant Coronel, so was Laurens. Lafayette was also a General. Yet, for some reason, the older not only kept denying him command but also, the Alpha wouldn't allow Alexander to press charges against those who dared to defy their supreme commander authority.
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It didn't make any sense. Charles Lee was a double faced piece of shit. Someone ought to hold him to submit!
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"But, Sir -!" Hamilton protested.
"I SAID NO, HAMILTON. Now go back to your quarters."
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The beta flinched but tighten up his chin, his shoulders trembling probably from the hardly contained rage as his fits went all white and numb, resisting the order as much as he could but finally storming off the General makeshift office.
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So that was it.
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Washington knew.
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And given by the fact that it's been almost 3 years where none of this has never addressed before. There was only one way such a personal information was leaked and made it to the General ears.
As instructed, Hamilton went right to his own tent with just one clear thought between the boiling mess on his mind at that particular moment. His violet eyes soon making contact with the clear blue ones of his partner who, still unconscious of the ginger emotions due to the scent blocker perfectly hidden under the Cravat methodically tied up to his slim freckled neck.
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Still, the piercing sensation of Hamilton's death glare soon made up for the lack of scent that was used to disguise him as a Beta.
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"Laurens. We need to talk."
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The Omega was absolutely pissed.