Hamilton X Reader Oneshots!

~Modern!Hamilton X Suicidal!Reader- Halloween Party~

(Trigger Warning-Just letting you know)

Alexander Hamilton strolled down the hallway of his friend's home. His buddy Herc was throwing an awesome Halloween party later, and he was excited. Hamilton was dressed as a vampire, and had gone all the way. Not only did he have "dried blood" in his face, but he'd made himself paler and had used FX makeup to get spooky. Hamilton didn't plan on telling anyone that he did the makeup, though.

After forty minutes of decorating and preparing food, the guests started arriving. Many wore cliche outfits- sexy nurse, sexy cat, firefighter, The Scream, etc. However, there was one character that caught Alexander's eye. It was a girl who was dressed as some old-timey dude. She reminded Alex of some dude he'd heard of in History class. He walked towards her, striking up a decent conversation.

Alexander learned that the girl's name was (Y/N), and she was 18, a year younger than him. She was dressed as Aaron Burr, a man that shared the same name as one of Alexander's closest friends. (Y/N) explained the story of Burr, and how he'd killed his best friend (and worst enemy).  Alexander admired her commitment to the role, as she'd created tear marks and a shakiness to her voice. It was pretty awesome, to be honest! Alex and (Y/N) bonded over their similar interests- musicals, hip-hop, cheesy cartoons, etc. They ended up spending the whole party hanging out together and just enjoying each other's company.

Eventually, the night came to a close. Hamilton took (Y/N)'s hand and led her outside, smiling confidently. As he lifted her other hand to hold while outside, he noticed a...marking-a scar, even. Noticing the wide-eyes expression on the girl's face, Alexander took it upon himself to confirm the obvious. He rolled up her sleeve and gasped. There were rows of scars. He looked at (Y/N) as if he needed an audible answer, but she simply looked away as tears filled her eyes. She sniffled as Alexander traced his finger lightly over the scars. He shook a bit, slowly reaching for her other wrist. There were three scars, each one cut vertically. There was one mark that wasn't a scar yet- it was new.

Hamilton's voice softly entered the air. "...Let's talk...please." He sat by the home's fountain, pulling (Y/N) into his arms. He buried his face into her (h/c) hair as he cried. Alexander wrapped his arms around the eighteen-year-old and decided to share his story with her. He talked of his mother's death and his cousin's heartbreaking suicide. (Y/N) tried to calm down, but began hyperventilating. Hamilton rubbed her hair, studying her as he told her how important she was. He would not allow her to return home, as she then told him that's why she wanted to commit suicide. Her older brother had abused her in ways she didn't understand or want to understand. She came to the party to see her friends one last time before hanging herself in her bedroom. After a bit of begging, Alex said he'd walk with her to explain the situation to get parents and get some of her things. He'd take her in for as long as she needed, or as long as she wanted.

The pair arrived at (Y/N)'s home. She gripped Alexander's hand tightly and he gripped back. He knew that this was going to be hard for her. It surprised him that she trusted him after just tonight, though she had no reason not to. They walked inside, and (Y/N) quickly found her parents.
After an explanation and meeting Alexander, the parents thought it'd be best for (Y/N) to move in with Hamilton until she got back on her feet. Alexander knew the severity of the issue and agreed to be her refuge.

The pair of teens walked down the street hand-in-hand. Tears streamed down the girl's face as Alexander stopped. He pulled her close snd took her other hand in his. He began dancing with her in the middle of the sidewalk. (Y/N)'s confusion grew, but slowly faded as she simply dances with the man she'd met at a party. The two danced for what seemed like hours but only amounted to ten minutes. Hamilton smiled as they came to a stop. He pulled her in closer than nefore, wrapping his arms around her. He began to whisper softly in her ear. "Don't let anyone tear you down again, (Y/N). I'll fight for you." He kissed her ear and gently let go of one hand. The two walked upstairs to Alexander's apartment.

Alexander prepared his bed, not wanting (Y/N) to have to sleep on the soda after tonight's events. He showed her the apartment and ended with her room. As she climbed into bed, her face turned bright pink. Alexander was leaving when a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "Alexander...?" He quickly turned around to look at the girl. "Yes?" "This is gonna sound weird but..." Her face turned a brighter shade of pink. "Could you maybe sleep in here tonight..? With me, I mean?" Alexander's face turned blood red. "N-nothing like that, Alex!" (Y/N) giggled. "I'd just feel better with someone in here..." Alexander blushed softly, but nodded. He grabbed some clothing and hurried to the livingroom, changing quickly. He walked back into the room where (Y/N) sat wide-eyed. He turned out the light and walked towards the bed. (Y/N) blushed again and smiled, curling up in the large short Hamilton had let her have. Alexander climbed under the covers, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)'s delicate figure. He quickly retracted since he thought she might feel weird. A soft voice rang out. "It's okay..." (Y/N) snuggled into Alexander's chest as he wrapped his arms back around her. His chin rested on her head as she drifted off to sleep.

"Thank you, Alex..."

(I really enjoyed writing this one. Requests are open {cuz I'm done with all of them so far}, so don't hesitate to comment or DM me requests! They keep me busy! Love you guys!)