Random One - shots

Stay Alive (Philip Hamilton x sister!reader) (1/2)

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Note: For my Hamilton one shots Y/N and Philip are the only children of Alexander and Eliza. Also, the ages of Y/N and Philip varies between one shots.

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Y/N Hamilton, the spirited younger sister of Philip Hamilton, paced anxiously in her room, her heart racing with worry. She had overheard whispers of a duel between her brother and George Eacker, and fear gripped her soul. Knowing Philip's stubbornness, she feared he wouldn't back down.

With resolve burning in her chest, Y/N slipped out of the house, shrouded by the night. She followed the moonlit path. Arriving at the dueling grounds, she concealed herself behind a tree, her breaths shallow with anticipation.

In the dim light, she saw her brother, his form outlined against the sky, facing Eacker. Her heart clenched as she listened to their tense exchange.

"You talk about my father, I will not let it slide!" Philip declared, his voice steady but edged with anger.

Eacker smirked. "Let's go."

Y/N's hands trembled as she watched, her mind racing with desperation. She knew she had to intervene, to stop this senseless violence.

Philip raised his gun to the sky as they began to count to ten, as he was instructed by their father.

On the seventh count and as the tension peaked and Eacker's finger tightened on the trigger, Y/N, driven by love and desperation, leaped from her hiding place, positioning herself in front of Philip. The shot rang out, echoing through the night air, and Y/N's body jerked as the bullet found its mark.

"Y/N!" Philip's voice was a mixture of shock and horror as he watched his sister fall, her form crumpling to the ground.

Rushing to her side, Philip knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he pressed them against her wound, trying to stem the flow of blood. "Y/N, why did you do this?" His voice was choked with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

Y/N managed a weak smile, her breathing shallow and labored. "I couldn't... let you... die....Philip." she gasped, her words barely audible.

Tears blurred Philip's vision as he looked down at his sister, her sacrifice a stark reminder of the love that bound them together.

"I know, I know shhh, Save your strength and stay alive!" Philip said caresing her younger sister's face as memories of when he first held her as an infant resurfaced in his mind.

"You foolish, brave girl," he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion.

Philip's voice trembled with emotion as he spoke, his heart breaking at the sight of his sister's fading strength. "Y/N, please, don't leave me," he pleaded, his tears falling unchecked as he held her close.

Y/N reached out, her hand trembling as she grasped his tightly. Gathering her remaining strength she whispered, "Promise me you'll be strong, Philip," her voice barely audible. "Promise me you'll take care of Ma and Pa."

"I promise," Philip vowed, his voice filled with determination.

"Tell them.... I.... love....the..." With one final, ragged breath, Y/N's hand fell limp, her eyes closing as her spirit slipped away.

Philip held her close, his heart heavy with grief. With Y/N's lifeless body cradled in his arms, Philip turned away from the dueling grounds, his steps heavy with sorrow. Each footfall echoed the weight of his loss, the memory of her sacrifice burning in his soul.

The journey home felt endless, the distance stretched out before him like an eternity. But with every step, Philip held onto Y/N's memory, her courage fueling his resolve to carry on.

As he approached their home, the familiar sight brought a fresh wave of pain crashing over him. He pushed open the door, the creak of hinges a somber melody in the quiet house.

Alexander heard the door slam and hurried to the living room, his heart raced with worry. As he entered the room, his eyes swept over the scene before him.

His son, Philip, stood there, alive, but the joy that had begun to bloom in Alexander's chest withered at the sight of his beloved daughter's lifeless body cradled in Philip's arms.

"Philip," Alexander whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he crossed the room in long strides. His eyes welled with tears as he reached out, his hands trembling as they hovered over Y/N's still form.

Philip's gaze met his father's, filled with grief and guilt. "Father, I... I couldn't protect her. I didn't know she followed me. She sacrificed herself for me," he choked out, his voice cracking with sorrow.

Alexander's heart ached as he looked upon the face of his daughter, so full of promise and vitality, now still in death. He drew Y/N into his arms, holding her close as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"My sweet Y/N," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "You were too pure for this world."

As Alexander's anguished cries echoed through the house, Eliza's heart clenched with dread. Without a moment's hesitation, she hurried to the living room, her steps quick and determined.

Entering the room, her eyes widened in shock and grief at the sight before her. Philip stood there, face etched with sorrow, as he was looking at his father holding their beloved Y/N in his arms as he cried.

"No!!!" Eliza screamed as she snatched Y/N's frame from Alexander's.

"Is she breathing? Is she going to survive this? Who did this? Alexander did you know?!" Eliza's voice quivered with hope and desperation as she clung to the possibility of a miracle, her eyes darting between Y/N's still form and Alexander's tear-streaked face.

Alexander shook his head, his own grief-stricken expression mirroring Eliza's anguish. "I didn't know, Eliza," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. "I never imagined this would... this would happen."

Philip's voice broke through the heavy silence, his tone filled with sorrow. "She... she took the bullet meant for me, Ma," he confessed, his voice trembling with guilt. "I couldn't stop her."

Eliza's anguish erupted in a primal scream, tearing through the heavy silence like a thunderclap, her voice echoing with raw pain and sorrow. It was a sound born of heartbreak, a lament for the loss of her beloved daughter, a cry that echoed the depths of her soul.

Her scream reverberated through the room, a haunting melody of grief that seemed to hang in the air, filling the space with an overwhelming sense of despair. It was a sound that spoke volumes, conveying the depths of her sorrow in a way that words could never express.

Philip and Alexander, overcome with their own grief, rallied around Eliza, their arms enfolding her in a cocoon of love and support. As she wept, they held her close, offering silent solace in the face of unspeakable loss.