Always An Angel. ♡ An Alexander Hamilton x Male Reader.

Summary:

Alexander Hamilton is dead.

At the age of forty-nine, or possibly younger than that, he was killed in a duel by his fellow war veteran Aaron Burr. Survived by his wife Eliza Hamilton, and the rest of his children. Crowds were flooding the streets with murmurs, some in tears over the shock of losing an American hero, some muttering angrily as if planning to murder the man who dared to shoot him. I could see them from outside my window, pooling into the main road. Pooling near my building, waiting to hear my answers, and what I knew.

Truly, I knew nothing. What could I know? I'd barely spoken to the man since the famed affair he had with that scarlet-wearing woman.

Yet, it was obvious why they'd ask me. I was his friend. At least, he described me as that, and nothing more. It was like him to surprise me like that, speaking such words as if our past had never occurred.

Then again, when did he ever tell the truth?

TWS: COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIPS, ALCOHOL, PERIOD TYPICAL HOMOPHOBIA, PROFANITY, ETC