Hamilton x Reader Oneshots

George Washington X Daughter!Reader~As long as you're in my arms

Time: Hamiltime (around the end of the war)

Request/Prompt: None, I just wanted some good old Washingdad

TW: Some angst (Not really), Sad, wounds, Guns

Additional INFO: You wanted to be apart of the revolution but you had two problems. a) you were a girl and well, nobody assumed a girl could fight at the time and b) your father, George Washington, was definitely not alowing you in the war. So you found an easy solution. PRETEND TO BE A BOY! Also Laurens wasn't in South Carolina during the end of the war because, well he just wasn't.

(Y/B/N)=Your boy name

AN: Is this typical? Maybe. Is this a classic cliche? Definitely. Do I care? Not one bit.

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(Y/N) POV

I stood along side my three friends, Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens and Marquis de Lafayette, as I fired bullets out of my gun. Blood was everywhere, the adrenaline was high and we were all trying to make it out alive.

"(Y/B/N)! You and Laf cover the left side troupes! Me and Laurens are going to wipe out the right got it!" Alex called out loudly due to the sound of bullets.

"Got it!" I replied in a deeper tone of voice. Alex nodded off before turning over to Laurens. Me and Lafayette swerve over to the left and start to fire bullets at the troupes. I was able to shot down at least ten before my ammunition died out. I ducked down behind a tree to reload my gun but then turn my head towards Lafayette who had turned around to command some men behind us. My eyes focused on something that was sparkling and coming fast towards him.

'It's a bullet,'  I think to myself. I quickly run through the possible scenarios in my head. Lafayette gets shot at probably under the stomach and will die of blood loss before getting to the nurse. Then with no commanding officer everyone goes crazy not knowing what to do. If everyone is busy going crazy the British could use that as an advantage. And if they have the advantage then that could jeopardize everything. Wow I think I'm overthinking this.

"Laf! Watch out!" I call out quickly in my deep voice. Lafayette turns back around and duck before the bullet could enter his abdomen. He gives me a quick thumbs up. Phew! Dodge that bullet! Woah. Literally dodged the bullet!  After admiring my very good use of metaphors, I re-load my bullet and get back into the field. I start to fire at more men watching them drop down like flies on a field. I am going to need so much therapy after this war. I continue to shot men before I hear a familiar voice calling out to me.

"(Y/B/N)! LOOK OUT!" I jerk my head towards me noticing a silver glint coming towards me. My body reacts much to slowly as I feel a sharp pierce through my stomach. Collapsing on the floor I see a blurry Lafayette coming towards me. He picks me up bridal style carrying me to behind the tree.

"Non, non, non non. Merdre," I hear Lafayette curse in french. I giggle silently even though it hurts to do so.

"You need to stop swearing in french," I mutter out hoarsely. My breath felt dry as I tried to swallow my saliva. Lafayette bends over to examine my wound. Blood was pouring out quickly and I realized a horrible thought. He's going to find out... I snap back to reality and tug on Lafayette's jacket sleeve.

"No Laf...I-I need y-you to bring m-me to him..." I call out in a feeble voice. He knits his eyebrows together in confusion, tears still brewing through his eyes.

"Qui?" He asks.

"Mon pere, G-George Washington," I tell him before collapsing once again.

(Third person POV)

Lafayette watched in horror as you blacked out. He tugged on your sleeve desperately trying to wake you up.

"(Y/B/N)? Get up? Sil te plait réveillez vous!" He cried out. He picked you up and ran to the closet medical tent.

"Please! I need help! He's gotten shot!" Lafayette calls out to the nurses. Once of them runs up towards Lafayette telling him to place you on the medical bed. He placed you down and the nurse examined your wound.

"Shot in the abdomen. We're going to need to take off his coat to examine the wound better," The nurse said before taking off your coat. As she un-buttoned your shirt she realized that there were bandages wrapped around your chest. Thankfully she didn't need to take them off to examine your wound.  Lafayette stood there awkwardly before remembering what you had told him to do.

"I have to go but I will be right back! Thank you!" Lafayette called out. He dashed off quickly to where his Excellency was. He was outside the medical tent with several other officers ordering them where to go.

"Your Excellency! We have an emergency!" Lafayette called out. Washington walked towards him and cocked an eyebrow.

"What is it Lafayette?" He asked in a polite but still stressed tone.

"I was just on the field with (Y/B/N) and he got shot in the stomach. He told me to get you. He said you were his father," Lafayette responded grimly.

"Son? I don't have a son. I simply have (Y/N)- Lafayette where is she? We must go now!" Washington demanded in a firm voice. Lafayette was in confusion of what he had just said. She? He didn't believe what he was hearing. He simply lead Washington to where he had left (Y/B/N) and allowed his commander to proceed closer. Washington bent down to (Y/B/N)'s face and muttered quietly to himself.

"How could I have been so blind to see?" He mumbled. The nurse came over.

"Precious little thing. Strange why she would've wanted to be in a war," The nurse commented placing a white cloth over the wound. Alex and Laurens both peeked their heads through the tent. At the sight of you laying on the bed blood following out, they rushed in immediately.

(Y/N) POV

I slowly opened my eyes to a bright light and a familiar face.

"Father?" I call out at the sight of Washington. He looks down at me pulls me into a tight hug.

"OWW! Gently!" I say abruptly in pain. He lets go and tears flood his eyes. He looks down at my wound that had immediately started to bleed again. I clutched my stomach in pain. I breathed heavily and bit my lip.

"I'm sorry!" I cried out tears threatening to escape my eyes.

"Why are you sorry my darling! I should've noticed that you were you. Never should've let you entered such a dangerous situation," My father explained in a soothing voice. I let a few tears fall down my face and my father held me in his arms as though I was a small child once again.

"I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry I was a horrible daughter! I'm sorry I'll never get to see you or mother again!" I choke out as my wound started to feel even worse.

"Don't worry (Y/N)...You're going to be safe, as long as you're in my arms," My father responded as I tried to calm my crying. Blood was coming at a quicker pace and I started to feel weaker.

"N-No, I'm not. I'm sorry f-fa-father," I say slowly. My father cried before nodding slowly.

"Do you remember when you taught me to shot a gun? I missed like ten times on my first try," I told him my voice sounding lighter then usual. He nodded as he chuckled lightly.

"You could hardly hold the gun properly. Then you hit your first target. I remember the look on your face. I never could forget it. Your wide toothy grin. And now look, you're shooting is better than mine!" he exclaimed in a hushed voice. I smiled lightly as I laughed which pumped more blood out of the wound.

"You're right, shooting down even more targets than my father the great George Washington. Isn't that a great thing," I call out dreamily.

"Tell mother i'll miss her, Tell her i'm sorry...Tell my friends, Alex, John, Laf, Herc...Tell them the truth...." I explain to my father who is providing hushed shushes to calm me down. Tears flood both our faces as he nods. My wound suddenly started to burn up in pain. I cried harder clutching on to my father's arm trying to feel safe once more.

"I don't wanna go, father, I don't wanna go! I'm sorry...."  I call out once again before the world turns white...