Random One - shots

Trading lives (Alexander Hamilton x daughter!reader)

As the sun dipped low over the New York skyline, Y/N Hamilton tiptoed through her father's study, drawn by the flickering glow of candlelight. Her father, Alexander Hamilton, was known for his meticulousness, yet this evening, a stray letter lay carelessly atop his desk.

Y/N's curiosity piqued, she reached for the parchment, her heart racing as she scanned its contents.

Then stand Alexander
Weehawken, dawn
Guns, drawn

A.Burr

Her eyes widened in horror as she realized the letter detailed plans for a duel between her father and Aaron Burr, his longtime rival.

Frantic whispers echoed in her mind as she wrestled with the weight of her discovery. Should she tell her mother, Eliza, or her older brother, Philip? But a sense of dread gnawed at her, fearing the consequences of revealing such a dangerous secret.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" A voice interrupted her thoughts, and she spun around to find her brother Philip standing in the doorway, his brow furrowed with concern.

"I... I was just looking for Father," she stammered, clutching the letter tightly behind her back.

Philip's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his intuition sensing something amiss, but he simply nodded and turned to leave.

Alone once more, Y/N's mind raced with indecision. Should she keep her father's secret to protect him, or risk everything to save him from a deadly fate?

After much deliberation, Y/N decided to follow his father to Weehawken without him knowing.

Heart pounding, Y/N trailed her father discreetly as he made his way to Weehawken, the chill of the early morning air biting at her skin. She found a secluded spot, hidden amongst the trees, where she could observe without being seen.

From her vantage point, she watched as they were getting ready to start the duel, their seconds by their side, their voices low but filled with tension.

"I trust you understand the gravity of this situation, Burr." her father's voice carried across the clearing, tinged with a mixture of determination and resignation.

Burr's response was lost to the wind, but Y/N could see the steely resolve in his eyes as he prepared to face her father in a duel to the death.

As Burr raised his pistol, Alexander's hand moved swiftly, aiming not at his opponent, but toward the sky but Burr didn't notice that quick enough. A gunshot rang out and Y/N's instincts kicked in, propelling her forward with a sudden burst of adrenaline. "No!" she cried out, throwing herself in front of her father, her arms outstretched in a futile attempt to shield him.

The searing pain ripped through her as the bullet found its mark. She stumbled backward, her vision swimming as she fought to stay conscious.

Burr's hands shook as he fell to his knees beside her, his heart heavy with remorse. "I didn't mean to..." he whispered, his voice choked with sorrow and regret.

"Y/N!" her father's voice was a desperate plea, filled with disbelief and anguish as he rushed to her side, cradling her in his arms.

"I... I couldn't let... you..." Y/N's words came out in gasps, her breath ragged as she struggled to speak.

Tears welled in her father's eyes as he pressed a trembling hand to her cheek. "Oh, my dear Y/N," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Why did you do this?"

A weak smile tugged at Y/N's lips as she reached up to touch her father's face. "I couldn't bear to see you hurt," she whispered hoarsely. "I love you, Pa. Please tell Ma and Philip."