Hamilton Imagines ~Requests Open~

Alexander x Reader

~A/N~

This is the first Hamilton thing I've *ever* written so

Yeah

This is a Mulan-esque thing

You'll understand when you read it

This has probably been done before, I'm sorry

We're pretending the whole ~helplesss~ thing didn't happen. Who needs Eliza? Pffft not Hamilton

No

He'd get himself killed without her

But now he has y o u

Let's get down to business

Word Count: 949

You woke up like you did every morning, before everyone else. You wiped the sleep from your eyes and shook the memories from last night's nightmares. You sat up, fishing your tape from under your pillow. Swiftly taking off your night shirt, you tape up your chest. After pulling your hair back, and putting on your uniform, you quietly made your way out of your tent.

You appreciated the quiet mornings- when you were the only one in your camp awake. It almost made the world seem peaceful, like the war wasn't happening. You sat in the grass, admiring the scenery of Virginia. The comforting view and your tired brain caused your mind to wander, zoning out to your memories.

"Y/N what are you doing?" your younger sister whispers to you, having caught you sneaking out.

"I'm leaving," you said, setting down your bag, walking over to her, "I'll be back, I promise." You give her a reassuring smile.

"Where are you going?" She looks up at you with sad eyes.

"I'm going to fight in the war," she gasps, but you keep talking before she can respond, "but as far as mom and dad know, I ran away. You know nothing."

Your sister nodded slowly, worried, "but you're a woman, you can't..."

You smile, "I can if they don't know I'm a woman." you give her a wink, and a kiss on the head, "I have to go now. Go back to bed, love. I'll be home before you know it."

Your thoughts were cut off, and you were jerked back to reality when you heard rustling in the distance. You turn your head and your heart stops. You scramble to your feet, tripping over the smallest twigs.

You scream, "General! Red Coats!" You try to run to your tent, desperate for your gun. You hear a gunshot, and your vision blurs. You hear another one, and a white noise floods your ears. Pain rushes through your leg and your side. You watch your comrades run from their tents, running past you as you try to crawl away from the scene. You hear gunshots. So many gunshots.

You don't know how much time has passed, but fighting to stay awake through the searing pain made it seem like hours.

Finally, you hear a familiar voice.

"L/N!" General Hamilton crouched next to you, "I thought that was you I heard."

You stop trying to get away from everything, letting out a defeated groan, "leave me, help the others."

Hamilton shook his head, "They're fine, no one's been wounded yet. Let's get you out of here. Can you walk?
"No," you shake your head, "my leg.."

He nods, placing one hand on your back, careful of the wound on your side, and the other hand under your knee, letting your wounded leg hang down.

You wince, the careful movements causing intense pain. The edges of your vision go white, but you stay awake.

Alexander gets you away as fast as he can. He lays you on the ground. He rips segments of his own clothing off to wrap around your leg. You hold in a scream, biting your lip. The tears the had been welling in your eyes flowed freely down your temples. Alex reaches to lift up your shirt. You instantly grab his hand, "I'm okay." You try and sit up, holding onto your side, letting out a cry of pain.

Alexander's eyes widen, and he pushes you back down, "L/N, I have to stop bleeding. It'll be okay."

You shake your head, "I'm okay." You try to sit up again, but the pain causes your vision to turn white, which slowly fades to black.

You woke up like you did every morning, before everyone else. You expected to be dead. But the pain in your side and leg confirmed the harsh reality of living for you.

You push yourself up, holding onto your side with one hand, and scooting yourself to the back of the cot you were on, your back resting on the wall.

You racked your brain for memories of what had happened. Sudden panic came over you when you realized your chest was no longer taped, making the truth of your identity painfully obvious.

Time moved slowly, it seemed like hours had passed since you had awoken. Your head shot up when you heard someone enter the tent.

You swallowed your fear, "General Hamilton," you croaked out, your voice weak.

"Miss. L/N," he replied, his eyes locked with yours.

You hung your head, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me," he said, "apologize to yourself."
You look to Alexander, confused.

"I didn't think it was possible for someone so brilliant to be so stupid. What were you thinking?" His voice was stern, but he kept a quiet tone. He took a few steps toward you to kneel next to your cot, "you're lucky you got put under Washington's command. Any other general would've left you for the British."

You look down, "I know... I just couldn't sit by and do nothing while people were dying. I had to fight."

Alexander nods, "I understand." He pauses, neither one of you say anything for a few moments before he speaks up, "may I ask your name?"

You give him a small smile, "Y/N. Y/N L/N."

He returns your smile, "well, Miss. Y/N L/N, after we win this war, it would be my honor if you granted me permission to court you."

Although slightly taken aback by the unexpected request, you don't miss a beat in your response.

"The honor will be all mine, General Hamilton."

That wasn't as long as I wanted it to be, but I fell asleep before I could finish it and editing me doesn't remember what I wanted to do so yeah...

Feedback is always appreciated :D

~Natasha