"Y/N wake up! We're under attack!"
You hear someone with a thick French accent waking you up. Lafayette. You wake up, still in the same clothes from yesterday.
Shit. I slept in.
You sprint up from your cot, grabbing you gun and loading it.
Okay Y/N, you're going to be fine. You know how to shoot a gun.
"Hurry up, Y/N! We don't have all day!" John tell you, practically yelling.
You get out first, immediately seeing a redcoat right outside of the tent. He aims at you. You aim at him and shoot him right in the chest.
I can't believe I just did that. I've never killed a man before.
You pause. You don't know what to do. What now? You see your fathers expression turn blank, "Y/N, watch out!" You turn around. A bullet. You try to move out of the way, a reckless move, but you don't care. Fortunately, it didn't hit you. You're not ready to be shot yet.
You turn to the redcoat. You aim your pistol at him and bang. Right in the head. "Nice one, kid." You hear your father say. You lower your gun, "Learned from the best."
The redcoats finally retreat. You lower your gun as you watch them escape the field.
Finally.
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Washington's Daughter, a Hamilton Fanfiction.
FanfictionYou are the daughter of General/President Washington. Like many others, you want to join the revolution and fight in the war. Unfortunately, they do not accept women. That's a problem. You meet Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Marquis De Lafayette...
