Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#1 Alexander~General (L/N)?

Hamiltime Mulan (ish) AU

You and George were always close growing up. Sure, he was almost twenty years older than you, but when your father couldn't be torn from his work, your mother would send you to the Washington's house, so she could take care of your siblings. As you grew up, you and George were always together. With how protective he was of you and how rich his family was, people always assumed that the two of you would get married. He, however, was courting a beautiful woman named Martha; she was the sweetest woman. You chose to spend most of your time studying under George. He was incredibly smart and agreed with your belief that women should be able to get an education and be on an equal playing field as men. 

Even with the start of the war, George still held onto his beliefs. He even let you fight, but since many men were not as open-minded as him, you had to keep your gender a secret. He constantly told you that he wouldn't treat you any better than the other men; you had to earn your spot. And, that's just what you did. You eventually got promoted to general.

Today, things were not looking good for your men. You're fighting alongside General Hamilton, who you had to admit (even if you weren't supposed to) you found quite attractive. With American soldiers falling left and right, you took the initiative to pick up one of the fallen soldier's muskets and fight. As you run to the front lines, you hear the general call after you, "What the hell are you doing, general? Do you have a death wish?!"

Since your damn wit will be the death of you, you turn back to respond, "I have a freedom wish!" A British officer takes the chance to shoot you in the shoulder, causing you to fall to the ground. General Hamilton rushes over to you. He starts to help you over to the edge of the battlefield. "What the hell are you doing?!" You scream, although, it can barely be heard over the sounds of war. 

He rolls his eyes and replies, "I'm trying to help you!"

"I don't need your fucking help!"

He ignores you and sets you in a small clearing. "Let me look at it." He starts to undo the first few buttons on your uniform, but you crawl away, causing you to grimace in pain. "I'll be fine."

"With all due respect, General (L/N)," he starts, "we need to get you to a nurse, and they are almost a mile away, so I need to make sure that you're okay."

"I'm fine."

"Please. I'm not going to hurt you." His dark eyes soften and his hand reaches to your uninjured shoulder. "Promise."

You nod, knowing that whatever reaction he'll have is not nearly as important as your shoulder. He smiles gently and finishes unbuttoning your shirt. His eyes widen as he sees the cloth you use to bind your chest. His eyes glance up at you briefly before undoing the portion that surrounds your shoulder. He looks at the wound for a few moments before tearing a portion of the cloth around your stomach off and wrapping it tightly around the wound. He helps you stand up and says, "We'll talk about this after you see a nurse."

You nod your head solemnly. 

~~~

The next two days are spent in the makeshift infirmary. General Hamilton visits you on your last day there. 

"You're a woman," he states bluntly.

"Yes, and I would appreciate it if you kept your voice down. My nurse, George, and you are the only people who know."

"The general knows?!"

You sigh. "George is the one who let me help the war in the first place."

"Most women help the war effort by being nurses."

You roll your eyes. "Most men wouldn't have passed up a chance to see a woman's breasts."

He chuckles. "I'm not like most men."

"And I'm not like most women."

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments before General Hamilton says, "I'm glad you're a woman."

You give him a puzzled look. "Beg your pardon?"

"I mean, there's something about you that I just couldn't place. You are so sweet but take shit from nobody. If we're being honest here, which I feel like you owe me that much, I started to fall in love you. I spent so many nights forfeiting sleep for you. I-wait-I'm pouring my heart out and I  don't even know your name."

You smile. "(Y/N)."

He kisses your hand. "Well then, (Y/N), after the war, may I court you?"

You nod. "I would like that very much, Alexander."

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! I'm looking forward to writing these! I love talking to you, so don't be afraid to comment! Have a nice day)