Hamilton one shots ;p

the worst kind of battle wound

-Historical/war au
-angst!!!!!
-Mullette.
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Possible trigger warning: involves gunshot, very mild gore, and death.
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*laff pov*
Smoke clouds my vision, and surrounds me. I raise my arm to my face, trying to shield my mouth and nose from the worst of it.

My eyes sting, and i can barely see a thing.

The battlefield is nothing but yelling, and the sound of horses galloping.

My own horse was shot long ago, and I had to continue on foot.

I spin around, but most of my men are missing, some dead, and some deserters.

The ones I still have are as lost as I am, the dark smoky night practically blinding all of us.

Suddenly, I hear someone near me grunt, and fall the ground.

Spinning around, I run towards the unknown person, sword in hand.

"Who are you?" I say harshly, the smoke burning my lungs when I speak.

"L..Lafayette?" A familiar voice respnds, coughing.

I instantly bend down, and can just barely see through the smoke.

When I finally can see, the scene makes my heart break.

Hercules Mulligan lays before me, a gushing wound that travels from his shoulder to his side. His uniform is ripped, and stained with his own blood. And his face is starting to drain of color.

Somehow, he still has that stupid grin of his on his face.

I quickly take off my jacket, pressing it firmly against the wound. He winces a bit, but says nothing as I hopelessly try to cloth the blood. I can feel his blood soak through the rough fabric, the sticky liquid dampening my fingertips.

"Im alright." He whispers, taking my hand away from the tear in his sie, and instead holding it close to his chest. His own fingers are covered in dried blood, and are slightly shaking.

I can tell his opponent's sword cut at least artery...that means he's got little to no chance.

"H-hercules. Its...You can survive, we have field nurses. Your vital organs are fine, and...you'll survive." I say, my voice crackling.

He smiles, and nods, despite us both knowing the truth.

"I...if this the..."

"Non. Mon amour," my voice cracks, as I realize its the first time I've dared said those words in public. I finally swallow the lump in my throat, and continue "Mon amour, you will be fine. I will not allow you to die here. I won't sit here and do nothing." Tears threaten to spikl, but I hold them back.

He chuckles, coughing a bit. His weak hand cups my cheek, his callused skin rough, but comforting on my face.

"I will never love another as I love you. I will never cherish another as I cherish you. I will always love only you." He says, his words tocuhing me. I realise he probably has held them back for an unimaginably long time.

He pauses, taking a few breaths before continuing.
"I'm aware that our love would have ment death in this world of ours. I hold hope to find you again, in a place where I can truely love you. To be with you, my love....is my only wish." He whispers to me.

Finally hearing those unspoken words of ours...is so bittersweet.

"Please. I beg you, mon amour, don't leave me here alone." I whisper, desperatly clutching his hand to my face.

"I'm not leaving you, love. I'll only be gone for a moment. I'll only rest for a moment. Then, we get to spend the rests of our lives together, in another place...a better place." He whispers, looking up at the sky.

Through the dense smoke, a few bright stars can be seen, the glimmering light only barely there.

"I'll be in another world, awaiting your arrival. But don't hurry for me, I can wait. I want you to enjoy this life of yours."

I nod, unable to form words for a moment. Holding in my tears, I finally respond.

"I will, mon amour. I will live every day, for you. I promise to smile as though you are here beside me. And to laugh as though you are the one hearing it. And to dance as though you are my partner." My voice cracks as I say this, making him lightly chukcle. He smiles up at me, but I notice it doesnt fully reach his eyes.

"Lafayette?" He whispers, his voice barely strong enough to be heard.

"Yes?" I respond.

"I...I'm scared." Those words make my heart break.

"I- I'm right here, mon amour." I say, trying to be strong for him.

"Will you sing to me?"

I nod, my voice cracking as the smoke stings my throat.

"Plaisir d’amour
Ne dure qu’un moment:

Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie." He smiles, gulping as his head sinks down into the grass.

"J’ai tout quitté pour l’ingrate Sylvie;
Elle me quitte et prend un autre amant." His eyes flick up to me, and I notice how cold his shaky hand is.

"Plaisir d’amour
Ne dure qu’un moment:
Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie." Tears have fallen from his eyes, and it takes all my strength to hold back my own. I dont want him to feel sad for me. Anything but that.

“Tant que cette eau coulera doucement
Vers ce ruisseau qui borde
La prairie je t’aimerai," He looks up at the sky, as his breathing becomes more and more raspy. I can feel his hand grow weaker as I grasp it closer to my body.

"Me répétait Sylvie.
L’eau coule encor,
Elle a changé pourtant." He turns to face me, using the last of his strength. He smiles at me, before taking his final breath. I feel his body grow stiff. 

I take in a shaky breath before whispering the final verse.

"Plaisir d’amour
Ne dure qu’un moment:
Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie." I feel my heart break as I stare into the empty eyes of my beloved Hercules.

I shut his eyes with shaking fingers, grasping his hand as I finally let the tears pour, the sobs shaking my body.
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A/n: laff sang Plaisir d'amour, a very beautiful french love song from the 1800s. I attatched a modern youtube cover, if itdoesnt load i recommend you look up "plaisir d'amour-jo burgess" on youtube. it really is very pretty.

Thats all lovies, MWUAH-hkindness/lonely toaster
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{Outline}
-i had no plan, except sadness.