Facts (Alexander Hamilton × Female!Reader)
Warnings: cursing, mentions of death
Summary: (Y/N) is Hercules’ sister and she’s dating Alexander. When she dies, Alex can’t seem to react properly. But when Hercules confronts his friend, he realizes that he’s more hurt than he could imagine.
The facts of life were simple for them:
- Alexander loves (Y/N) more than anything in his life.
- (Y/N) loves Alexander more than anything in hers.
- The Schuylers shipped it, John shipped it, Laffayette shipped it. Hell, Madison and Burr did. Maybe even Jefferson.
- Hercules would eviscerate Alexander if anything happened to her.
- (Y/N) would punch her brother if he hurt Alex.
But everything, every fact, rule, and regulation was turned upside down when she died.
It was a slow, lingering death.
And when they crowded around (Y/N)’s bedside for her final moments, it was thought that all of their reactions were already known.
Jefferson would hear the news from Madison and raise a glass to (Y/N) Mulligan, the fiercest woman he had ever been terrified of.
Madison would hear the news from Burr and shed a few tears for his old friend before telling Jefferson.
Burr would have just rushed into the hospital room moments after her death. He would cry for his friend and debate partner for the once-in-a-lifetime defeat of Alexander Hamilton, and shakily call up Madison.
Peggy would cry for the laughing girl she met at the flower shop, and Angelica would hold her little sister close while failing to choke back her own tears over her partner-in-crime.
Eliza would sob, because (Y/N) had been her closest friend. The younger Mulligan was the first person she met at college, and Eliza liked to say she was the only reason (Y/N) didn’t run away during the first week. That was actually fairly accurate.
John would try to comfort Eliza while shedding no small number of tears over the girl who always convinced him to ‘do it for the vine.’
Lafayette would slip out of the room and collapse in the hallway, because he was already crying before she died and he loved her like a sister, dammit!
Hercules would go quiet for a moment, before punching the wall while trying not to scream. She was his little sister, he was supposed to fucking protect her, and he couldn’t stand to be there anymore, couldn’t stand seeing her lying small and weak on that bed.
Alexander was supposed to be the grieving boyfriend.
Sob, maybe. Storm out, curse. Any reaction would be better than what he did, in Hercules’ eyes.
Alexander Hamilton simply sat by her bedside, struck silent as he clutched her hand. He had not made a noise as the others reacted to (Y/N)’s death. Seeing her there on the bed, limp and still, had chilled him to the core. He hoped to wake up, and have it only be a dream.
And so he sat there, motionless and silent as his friends grieved.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Alexander ignored Hercules, staring numbly at the wall in front of him.
“You’re her goddamned boyfriend, Hamilton. DO SOMETHING.”
“Herc,” John said. “He’s just processing-” but Alexander cut him off, pulling something from his pocket and dropping it on the table.
“She said yes,” Alexander said stiffly, before slipping out of the room and sitting in the hallway next to Lafayette.
Angelica looked at the object Alexander had left on the table, flinching back when she saw it.
It was a small silver ring, glinting coldly in the harsh hospital room lighting.
“Holy shit,” John whispered, fresh tears tracing down his cheeks as he spoke. Hercules hit the wall again, and Angelica could barely make out his muffled sobs over the haze of grief that buzzed in her ears.
The facts of life were simple to them:
- Alexander loves (Y/N) more than anything in his life.
- (Y/N) loved Alexander more than anything in hers.
- Nothing is certain.
