Life Source (Hamilsquad x reader)

Dirty Bluecoat!

You woke up to bright rays of sun shining through the hotel window. Your eyes stretched and rubbed your eyes, looking around the room. Thomas was still sleeping, while Lafayette was up and about. The bathroom door was closed, so you assumed that was where he was. It was colder than normal, so you grabbed a hoodie and pulled it on. "That winter weather must be showing, for once." You thought to yourself, in your mind of couse, you didn't want to wake Thomas. You decided to tidy up the room a little, careful not to wake Thomas. Suddenly, someone came up behind you and tazered you, making you jump, you were about to scream, but they put their hand on your mouth. (Not like, actually tazered, it's something you do when you sneak up to someone and poke them in the sides scaring them.) You struggled and looked at the ark of the person holding you. You bit their hand real hard, and they let go. "Payback is a bitch, Laf." You'd say turning around and facing him. He shook his hand and wiped it on his uniform. "I tried." He'd say laughing. Washington opened the door, making you jump by him surprising you. "Get your uniforms on, we gotta head to the field." You nodded, and Lafayette left the room. You turned around, got your uniform out of the closet, and went into the bathroom getting ready for the day.

You opened the bathroom door, and put your pajamas clothes in the hamper. You grabbed your boots and sat on the end of the bed. You fiddled with your boots, pulling the zipper down, and putting on a pair of socks. You felt someone snake their arms around your waist, and someone shuffle up to your back. "Morning, doll. Looking adorable as always." You sighed and look at Thomas. "Good morning to you as well, you hairy kiwi." You'd say smirking and rolling on your other sock. Thomas frowned and started shuffling back to the head of the bed, pulling you with him. He laid down and rested you on his chest. "Now, was that meant to be offensive, or a compliment?" You'd smirk and say "Definitely offensive." while he fiddled with your hair. He'd pull you closer to him and kiss your forehead. "My feelings are hurt." He'd whine. You'd look up at him. "We aren't dating, though you act as if we were." He'd chuckle and give a smirk. "We can change that." He'd say winking. You'd catch him off guard and slam your heel down on his leg. You escaped, front rolling away from him and falling off the bed. He'd laugh as you fell "KARMA!" you'd sit up and throw your boot at him, hoping the heel would hit him as revenge, but he caught it with ease.

"You're gonna pay for that, doll." He'd toss the boot on the ground and jump up, running towards you. You quickly tried to jump up and run, but he grabbed the collar of your shirt and lifted you up. He'd push you against the wall, and slam his arms down next to you. "You lost the battle, doll." He'd say, fiddling with your hair. You blushed like crazy, your thoughts clouded with ideas to escape his grasp. You were suddenly pulled out of thought when he dove down and started kissing your neck. You'd softly moan as he placed light kisses over your sensitive skin. You didn't want this. You weren't ready for this. You shut your eyes tight and knee him in the stomach, knocking him back. He'd stumble back and fall, and you quickly dove down and sat on his stomach. "Looks like the tables have turned." You'd say, smirking. He'd sigh, admitting defeat. "Fine you win this time." You'd smile and nod in approval of his words, and roll off of him. You'd put your boots on, grab your satchel, hat, and saber, then head out the door to the living room.

You all arrived at the reenactment field. You piled out of the car, and lined up. "You're all free to explore the camp, the reenactment field, barn, go ahead. I have work to do. Just stay off of the British camp." You all nodded and he left. Thomas went to the hotel, Herc, Alex, Laf, and Laurens explored the camp. You decided to walk to the barn and get your horse.

You arrived at the barn, and grabbed an apple off of a tree for Amerigo. You walked into the barn, and walked to Amerigo's stall. You'd feed the chestnut horse the apple, petting his nose as he did. He was tall and pretty protective, but was a gentle giant. "Well well well, if it isn't a dirty blue coat rebel." You'd hear someone say in a thick British accent. You knew that voice. You'd whip around and face him. "Well well well, if it isn't King George III on American land?" You'd say as you looked at George up and down in his king costume. He'd open his arms wide and hug you, and you'd hug him back. He'd lift you up and swing you around. "Ok, George, that's enough!" You'd say as he put you down. He'd put his hands on your shoulders, looking at you up and down. "You look absolutely adorable in that!" He'd squeal. You'd scoff. "King George, a dirty brit, calling an American rebel adorable?" You'd say in a mocking tone. You'd both laugh for a little. "Sir! Our horses are ready!" You heard someone yell. You saw the one and only Samuel Seabury walk in. "Sir?" You'd say to George, laughing. George would simply respond with "He likes to stay in character while in costume." Samuel would suddenly spot you and yell "YOU DIRTY BLUECOAT, GET AWAY FROM HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS!" he'd say, running over to you and pushing you forcefully against the wall, away from George. "DAMN SAMUEL, I KNOW YOU'RE IN CHARACHTER AND ALL, BUT THIS STILL ALL ISN'T REAL!" George ran over to you and helped you up. "Samuel, I know you're mad about Alexander fighting you during your speech, but you need to settle down." Samuel would run over to you and apologize. "Sorry, Y/N! I guess I got a little too into it." You'd brush yourself off. "It's ok, Samuel. But, next time you try pulling shit like that, I'm gonna have to use this." You'd say pulling your saber out of its sheath and putting it on his nose. He'd jump back and you'd all laugh. "Would you like to come riding with us, Y/N?" You'd nod, and tack up Amerigo.