Requested: _AWildSuicidal_
Prompt: 244. "Please don't argue. You have to leave right now, you aren't safe here."
Info: Musical: Hamilton
Character: Alexander Hamilton
Prompt: 244
Idea: during a war Hamilton is being attacked left and right, but he panics when he sees reader in an alley holding a weapon and panicking with a wound. He helps reader get to safety and its super fluffy and depressing.
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Running around, and dodging bullets is what my heart truly lives for. Screw writing papers. Bullets wizzing past my head, barely missing my skull is a thrill.

I don't necessarily live for blood however. I discover this as I see a figure, a soldier more likely than not, hiding in an alleyway, a strong metallic smell in the air.

Heart thumping, I sprint through firing field and get to the soldier as quick as I can.

"Hamilton?" The figure asks, tilting his head in pain and slight annoyance I was the one who found him.

"I'm gonna guess you're in my battalion and that you real of destain and blood because you didn't want me to be the one to rescue you and that you're injured." I ask the man, who I recognize but can't place the name.

"Caught me." He scoffs, a small bit of blood pooling from his nose.

"Come on, let's get you out of here." I start as I begin to pull him into my shoulders. But as soon as I touch him his body tenses in protest.

"I'm fine. Im just one more death no one is gonna remember. You have a life to live. Not me. You go."

"You shouldn't argue with your commander."

"I do when my commanders in trouble. Now go!" The solider hisses in hurry, pain looping its way into his voice.

"No! Stop arguing and let me take you out of here! If you die, I'm gonna remember the time I didn't save an officer in my battalion. And how do you think that's gonna affect me huh? Maybe I die on the battle field and this will be for nothing!" I explain to him, the officers face heating up.

"Whatever. Make it quick then."

"Good. Let's go."

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In a few days time, the officer, soon to find out his name is (Y/n), is looking a lot better. Wound stitched up before it could be infected and bleeding stopped.

Once he's good and ready to go, he and I spar together so he can get his strength back.

Months go on and eventually, he and I are working on the same branch of military.

"So, are you happy I saved you?" I smirk at him, causing him scoff.

"I guess. Are you?"

"I regret nothing."

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It started off strong, but eventually got bad lmao.

~~Griffon~~