Hamilton Imagines

Stay Alive - Philip Hamilton x Reader

You paced outside the theater, your breaths coming short and choppy as your fingers wound their way through your messy hair. Your best friend was inside, attempting to talk things over with George Eaker, a man who had recently presented at King's College. However, he had made the mistake of bashing your friend's father, Alexander Hamilton. Needles to say Philip, the eldest of the Hamilton children, was not about to let that just slide past. Suddenly the door slammed open and Philip stormed out.

"Philip! Is everything ok? Did you work it out?" You placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling his muscles tense as he turned around.

"Oh yeah, it went great, he totally understood and we're best friends now!" His face held a sarcastic smile as he threw his hands in the air.

"Well you don't need to get snippy with me, Pip," you placed your hands on your hips, frowning up at the tall boy. His face flushed, and he smiled a bit, "Sorry, Bunny. I'm just, ugh! That arrogant...." he sighed, then spoke quietly, "I challenged him to a duel."

You felt your jaw drop and eyes widen, "What?! Philip George Hamilton, what were you thinking?" Philip ran his hand through his thick curls, looking down at the ground.

"I don't know, (y/n), I was mad. I...I should talk to my father. Would you like to walk home with me?" You nodded, smiling as you placed you hand in his. He returned the smile, squeezing your hand.

"Thanks, Bunny, you're the best friend anyone could ask for."

A cringe twisted in your gut at the word 'friend,' knowing that the young man would never see you as anything more than that. That hadn't stopped you from falling head over heels for him though. Walking down the streets of New York, hand in hand, you could hear his breaths shaking and increasing in rate. He kicked a stray rock on the road, then grumbled under his breath.

"Stupid Eacker, I can't believe what he said....bout my father....me.....called you..." his muttered rage stopped as his face twisted into an unseemly sneer. He glanced over at you, watching you as you walked, your (e/c) eyes scanning the clouds aimlessly.

"He called you a whore." You stopped in your tracks, your daydreaming coming to an abrupt halt as Philip whispered the words just loud enough for you to hear.

"What?" His brown eyes looked down into yours, showing anger and sorrow.

"He said my father and I were scoundrels, and that you were 'the little whore that follows me around.' That's why I challenged him. He can't talk about my father and you like that." Your lips parted slightly, feeling so many swirled emotions knowing you were the reason the man you loved might die.

"Pip....," you placed a hand on his cheek, smiling. "Thank you for defending my honor. Now, let's go find your father." 

After an hour of talking to Alexander, Philip returned to the garden where you were waiting. He grabbed your shoulders from behind, startling you. A small shriek escaped your lips as you spun, but it turned to laughter at the sight of the familiar freckled face.

"Philip, don't do that! What did your father say?" Philip grabbed the box he had set on the ground, running his hands over it.

"He gave me his guns, told me to fire in the air. I'm gonna make him proud, (y/n)."

"Where are you dueling?" You found yourself unable to meet his eyes as you awaited his answer.

"Across in Weehawken, tomorrow morning. I'm....I'm a little scared." He shook his head, frowning, "He can't talk about you and my Father like that though. I won't just let it slide."

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him tight, "I know, you'll be ok. I have faith in you. Just stay alive, ok?" You looked up into his eyes, "For me?" He nodded, then wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close.

"Thank you. I will...I promise." 

Le Time Skip

The next morning you woke early, racing down to the river, hoping to catch Philip before he left. Unfortunately you were a moment too late, watching as his boat made its way across the river. You looked around, refusing to give up. You were going to make sure he survived this. No matter what it took. 

You spotted one more boat at the beach, and quickly got in, grabbing the oars and pushing off. You rowed as quickly as you could, arriving a few moments after Philip. You followed the sound of voices, then hid in the woods as you heard the two talking.

"The duel will commence after we count to ten!" You watched as they stood back to back, guns at their sides, then began to step and count. Philip raised his gun as soon as he began to walk, aiming it up at the sky, and as he walked you saw small tears gleaming in his eyes. He was so scared. They reached six and you saw George start to turn around, a cruel sneer twisting his features. You saw him raise his gun, and burst out of the trees, racing for your friend, "Philip!!" You hit his body, colliding with enough force to knock him to the ground as the sound of George's gunshot echoed across the clearing.

A burning sensation hit your shoulder, causing you to yell out as you fell on top of Philip. He tossed his gun away, catching you as you landed, then looked up in confusion. His eyes met yours then drifted to the bleeding hole in your shoulder, and he scrambled to put pressure on it as tears made their way down your face. He looked over at a shocked Eacker, a glare forming on his face.

"We hadn't reached ten! You were going to kill me! Murderer!" He scrambled for his gun, but George had already turned and raced away. You let out a sob as blood trickled between your fingers as you held your shoulder. The bullet had gone clean through, hitting the front as you were falling. The sound brought Philip's attention back to you, where you lay across his lap.

"(Y/n)! Oh gosh, what were you thinking!? Oh gosh, oh gosh..." He pressed his own hand over yours as the doctor made his way over quickly. You grimaced, then forced a smile.

"I couldn't let him kill you. I didn't trust him, I followed you here. Good thing, huh? You'd be dead now if it weren't for me." You laughed slightly, but it turned to a yelp as the doctor cleaned your wound. Philip grabbed your hand in his, looking into your (e/c) eyes, running the other hand through your loose (h/c) hair.

"But why? You could've easily been killed instead...what would I have done then?"

You smiled, resting your forehead against his, "Because I love you, Philip." His eyes widened and his breath stopped for a moment.

"Wha-you-you love me?" His words tumbled out in a shocked blunder, and you nodded, closing your eyes as the doctor administered a sedative and began stitching your shoulder. Your head slipped down, resting on Philip's shoulder, and his hand ran through your hair. Right as you drifted into a medicated slumber, his words reached your consciousness.

"I love you too, (y/n)."

Yooo this took a while. Over 1,000 words tho dang. As always lemme know what you thought and if you'd like a part two. Pls vote and comment!

Love ya, see ya later Hamilfam!
~ Kayla