Hamilton characters x reader

Alexander x reader

warnings: mentions of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, this is pretty sad, you should have tissues ready, crappy writing.

a/n: so this wasn't asked for but I felt bad for not putting out stuff for months and since it'll be a good bit before all the requests are finished I wanted you all to have something. (I also wrote this a long time ago when I was an emotional wreck so have fun :)))

this is in Alex's Pov and its following the song "you are your daddy's hands" from ragtime the musical.

enjoy!
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Daddy played piano, played it very well...

   I looked up to my father, a rare sight to see him smiling like that. who knew such an old instrument could make such an old man happy. we were in the middle of a lesson when mother came home from the store. his smile quickly turned into a frown. the anger in his eyes seemed to grow the more she came into view. that's when the shouting began. they went to the other part of the house. I just played the notes he taught me.
   "Do... Re... Mi.." my small voice bellowed out. the three notes he taught me till the fighting began.
   "Concentrate Alexander!" his loud voice would begin. he would press three keys. I would mimic him. his hands graceful, almost as if he'll break the piano.

Music from those hands could, catch you like a spell...

   the long nights when the house was cold, the winds were harsh, and the house smelled of alcohol is when he would play. the more time I spent during lessons the more he yelled at mom. so I told him i'm seeing a teacher after school. he stopped teaching me. the fighting came less frequently.
   I looked out to the crowd to see he was there. my first recital and he was there. I mimicked his posture and he gave a thumbs up. smiling I walked to the piano. the only thing I was afraid of was if mom came. they would fight. after my piece I walked off stage to my dad. he slapped me.
   "what was that rubbish! did you learn nothing from me? play with your soul god damnit!" he would whisper shout at me. i didn't understand I did it flawlessly. so I just took the insults. straightened my back and waited to go home.

He could make you love him, 'Fore the tune was done...

   Mother was on the floor crying when I got home from my piano lesson. why was she crying? the house smelled of alcohol once more. soft sounds of piano keys must be the answer. he was yelling at her when I walked in. he was hitting her.
   "STOP IT! GET OFF OF HER!" I yelled at him. I tried to get him off of her but he shoved me off. he stepped away from her and came at me. I could take it. I tried to take it. it hurt. I was now crying on the floor. my hands they hurt from practice and now my body hurts from my father. I met a girl. she didn't know about my father. she knew I played piano.
   she was the same age as me and she was my teacher. I don't see some old lady at school I see y/n. my one and only friend of this stupid island. in stupid Nevis. I want to leave this town. with y/n.

You have your daddy's hands, you are your daddy's son...

   it was just my mom and I now. father had left us. mother can't work any longer. she's getting sick. i'm getting sick. my hands are becoming frail from the extensive piano lessons. mother won't let me touch our piano. I was making soup for us when she walked into the kitchen. she took my hand from the soup ladle and looked at them. she touched my calloused fingers.
   "Those are you father's hands. so much like him..." she said dropping them. she went back to our room in a coughing fit. only 11 turning 12 soon and i'm already prepared for death. i'm sorry y/n. we will sail to America together I promise.

Daddy never knew that you were on your way..

   father is gone. mother is gone just me, myself, and I. I am currently living with my cousin and he has a piano. I play. I play songs I remember my mom singing to me. my recitals become more and more complicated. but y/n is there to take me every step of the way. my beautiful y/n. only 15 now and alone.
   "We will board a ship and be on our way. I will be famous and you will be there right beside me." I would tell her. she would smile and continue playing with me. soon enough my cousin had committed suicide and I bought two boat tickets on our way out. no longer in pain. no longer hurt by hurricanes. no longer on this unforgivable island. I may have my fathers hands but I am not my father.

a/n: I don't like this one at all but you all deserve something after this long hiatus.