Hamilton Oneshots!

Soldiers {Brother! Laurens x Sister! Reader}

oOO look one of the teasers!

pairing; brother! john laurens x sister! reader

time; hamiltime

warnings; gunshots... that's about it

type of oneshot; kinda angsty but sibling fluff at end

requested?; n o t

this is a weird set-up bcuz the reader is about 6, and john is 12, yet it's when the british were actively in towns and killing and all that bad shiz

also I made a mistake in my previous john x reader... his mother's name is eleanor and not martha... I forgot that was his wife's name lOl that is fixed in this

also ik john had siblings too but it's only (y/n) here... and they live in new york. K ON WITH THE ONESHOT

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John's POV

We were sat at the table for breakfast, where my little sister (Y/N) was trying to focus on eating her oatmeal rather than play with it.

I was stifling my laughs at her antics as I ate my oatmeal, our parents discussing something amongst themselves.

(Y/N) and I had always been close. She went with me everywhere and I wouldn't change that. We were as close as brother and sister could get, and I loved her a lot.

(Y/N) opened her mouth and was about to comment when something cut her off.

'CRACK!'

'CRACK!'

The sound of muskets.

Papa's head shot up and Mama looked out the window with a fearful look. I craned my neck and just barely saw out the window, and was startled at the site.

I saw a bunch of British soldiers in the streets, guns up and drawn as people ran around. It didn't help that I saw a couple coming up to our door.

Papa shot up, startling (Y/N) and she started to cry.

Since (Y/N) was next to me, I just had to lean forward, picking her up and somehow sitting her on my lap. "Shh, (Y/N). It's okay, it's okay."

Papa looked over at us. "You need to listen to me, Jack. Okay?"

I nodded.

"You need to take (Y/N) and go out. The Washingtons don't live far from here. As long as you can get yourselves there then you'll be fine."

I was shocked. "B-But there's soldiers in the streets and one of them could shoot (Y/N)!" I held onto my little sister tighter at the thought.

"Please, John. It's for the best," Mama spoke quietly.

I reluctantly nodded, helping set (Y/N) on the ground right as loud knocking resonated through our house. "Laurens! I know you're in here! Open the goddamn door, Henry Laurens! Don't think we can't get Eleanor or your kids either!"

(Y/N) started crying more. "(N/N), grab my hand..."

She didn't waste anytime in clutching my hand tightly as I pulled her toward the backdoor, our parents watching us. We slipped out the back door and I shut it, bending down to (Y/N).

"J-Johnny I'm s-scared..!" she whispered.

I pulled her into a hug, playing with her hair. "It's okay, I promise. We're going to go see the Washingtons, okay? But first I want to make sure you're alright."