Hamilton x reader Short Stories

Hamilton x reader

before we start the story, please watch the video by Spamilton. I did not make it! I'm not in it or created the music. You'll thank me.

This story is mostly made for females, usually I try not to be gender specific. Even in this story, you don't have to disguise yourself if you're a male. Please enjoy ❤

Your thick boots sloshed through the mud, still wet from last night's rain. The year is 1781, and you've disguised yourself as a male so you can be with your significant other. Alexander Hamilton. You didn't like being with all the men in your tent, but it was worth it to see Alexander. "This way!" George Washington said. As your group of soldiers head through the dense forest, you heard English accents far away. "I'll bet we'll have their camp tracked down in no time sir!" Said the lighter voice. "Prove your worth, Fellsman." Warned the way deeper, older voice.They both clomped away. George Washington looked astray. "Everyone, back to camp. We need to be ready for an attack." He said in a hurried whisper. A couple of men groaned near you. "Back again? Ugghh," One of them moaned quietly. You told them, "Shush up! If you wanna be dead, stay here for all I care!" They instantly shut up and went to the back of the party. Everyone travelled in silence when heading back. Until you went near Alex. "Uh, hi. Rough night, huh?" He smiled and whispered,"Indeed. Kind of looking like a thunderstorm headed our way." Thunderstorm was your code word for 'I love you.'.You smiled back and quickly kissed his sleeve before anyone could see.
*back at camp*
You and Alexander were paired to go on the outer circle of the camp. You both silently made your way into the bushes and the dense forest. All was quiet, until you hear a couple of people entering camp. "Wait until they get into the center of the camp. It'll be easier to surprise them that way." Was what you remember from Washington's orders. They all entered the brightly lit camp. "NOW!!" George yells from the opposite side of the circle. Chaos struck. Every single person jumped out of the woods and started shooting their guns. Including the British. You shot yours as well, in total getting 3 people. After about ten minutes it was over. Everyone was soaked with either blood stains or mud. You (gladly) were just covered in mud. People started congratulating each other, getting out beer and other celebratory things. You start to head back to where you and Alex were positioned, (behind some tents) hoping to find him. All you saw was a dead body with Alexander's face.

George Washington's POV
A Bloody Mary scream was let out. Tons of people rushed over behind the Medic's tent and Alexander's (hopefully my son after the war ;) ) tent.
We saw John Weller clutching Alexander's chest, crying. Hands and face turned cold. He was dead. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?" You yell. John took of his hat and we saw a woman. Tons of people gasped. "HAPPY?!" THIS IS ALL OF YOUR FAULT!" You felt guilty, wanting to say something but before you could she screamed, "IF WE WOULD'NT HAVE LEAD THE ATTACK, HE WOULD'VE STILL BEEN ALIVE!" She roared, still sobbing. She slid on her knees and hugged Alex. The men took off their hats in mourn. You followed as well, wishing he was still alive.

Your POV

All you see is a black darkness for a quick moment, and you're still screaming. You wake up sweating gallons. You're relieved millions to see Alexander was reading his book peacefully until you woke up. "(Y/n) are you okay?!" He said, setting down his book. You nodded , out of breath. He was a little less disturbed, but still had a concerned look in his eyes. "Don't worry, it was just a horrible dream." You kissed his lips and laid back down, happy to know he was still alive. Such a weird thing to think about. Pfft, Alex in a war? all he'd do is read and write about it.