The Revolution (Hamilsquad [and others?] x Reader)

My Shot

-Your POV-

It was 1776. I was 19 years old. Talks about a revolution became a bit more common. I worried about my brother Sampson Gannett my twin brother who I knew would want to fight against the British. We live in the greatest city in the world, that's right it's NEW YORK!

"[Y/N]" (That's your name)

I was walking on the busy streets of New York when I heard a familiar voice call me.

"[Y/N]!!!"

I finally turned around and saw my brother.

"Ah! Sampson?"

He tackled me with a hug but I stood my ground.

"Wow sis you're really strong!"

"Yes, yes I am." I said smugly.

Sampson had very dark brown slightly wavy shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes. He also had a slight tan which wasn't that noticeable until you look carefully at him and compared with a lousy brit or something....

I looked just like him although my hair looked more like black although up close it kinda looked like a VERY dark brown. (If u don't look like dis then...Ya do now! Or just pretend I didn't type that part)

"Come on father wants to see us!"

Me and my brother had been raised by mostly by my father ever since my mom died of yellow fever. Our father met her while on business in the Caribbean and fell for her wits and charms. He decided to stay with her and then we were born. But after 2-3 years she caught yellow fever and died within a week. So our father took us with him to New York and kept us safe. He even taught both me and my brother self defense. He didn't care that I was born a female or not and told me that I could do whatever a man could.

Heck, he even taught me how to shoot and aim a gun. I was better at that then my brother.

My brother and I were walking past a local bar.

"Rise up!"

I saw many people crowded and hovered over a group of people which peaked my intrest. I slowed down a bit and listened to their shouting.

There were 4 people in that group one was really tall and had his poofy hair tied back, another seemed very muscular and wore a bandana. And then a small man (...well compared to the others) who had his dark hair also tied back with a few strands still and his face. Then there was another one who had very curly fluffy hair and a face full of freckles who spoke out:

"When you're living on your knees, you rise up!"

"Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up!"

"Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up-"

As I tried to get a bit closer a man had bumped into me causing me to fall down.

Rude

The boy with freckles offered me his hand. I smiled and simply waved him no thanks. I got up on my own brushing the dirt off my dress.