The Story of Us (Philip Hamilton x Male!Reader)

Requested: aztwink
Prompt: 76. "I can't... I can't lose you."
118. "I love you more than anything in this world... which is why you have to stay here."
81. "I can't start over again."
Info: 81 + 118 +76
Philip Hamilton x Male!Reader (ANGST takes place in Stay Alive Reprise)


The reader and Philip's relationship is hidden from everyone even from their families since they knew the chaos it'll bring if people ever found out.When Hamilton has to fight Eacker, the reader was the one going but before he left he said to his dear lover, "I love you more than anything in this world...which is why you have to stay here."then the fight supposedly between Philip and George Eacker ensues and Reader is dying. He is brought to Angelica Church's house since Angelica is really kind to the reader.
Reader ask Philip to start over again which he replies with " I can't start over again" as he cries, the two are singing their song. Reader dies from the wound, Philip cries as he says "I can't...I can't lose you."
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"(Y/n). This is my fight. I don't want you to have to fight it." Philip murmurs, his body pressed to mine. (I lowkey got hella tired writing that idk why)


"I love you more than anything else in this world Philip... that's why you have to stay here and be safe... please.." I quietly beg him, looking down at his head on my chest. He looks up and nods slightly, saying he understands my plea. I run my hand through his hair and bite my finger nails, secretly dreading the upcoming duel.


I wake up the next morning next to Philip with the sheets a mess and pooling around our bare bodies. (Insert Lenny face)


I look outside the window and see the sun beginning to come up, I sit up and push the thin fabric off my body, and walking over to my pile of clothes.


I pull them all on one by one, and take one look at my slumbering lover before walking out of the bedroom and out of the house. But I quickly write a note.


~~Philip's POV~~


I wake up in a rush after feeling (Y/n) leave. I sit up and quickly get out of the bed and put my clothes back on. As I begin to run out of the bedroom, I see a piece of paper and a quill sitting by the door.


I pick it up and read it.


"I may not live to see your glory,
But I will gladly join the fight.
And when your children tell my story,
Tell them the story of us."


I let out a choked sob and feel tears brimming I to my eyes. I suddenly feel horrible dread and run to the dueling ground.


~~(Y/n)'s POV~~


"Doc turn around." I shout to him, who's standing far away from the duel. I watch him do so and turn my back with a deep breath.


I went to see Philips father, Alexander Hamilton, yesterday to explain why I was doing what I was doing. He patted me on the shoulder, gave me his guns, and told me to shoot at the sky.


Since I was orphaned at a young age, I looked up to him and Eliza as the parents I never had. It hurt a little when we found out he had an affair, but we couldn't do anything about it.


But I still see him as the only father I've ever had.


I thought about Philip as I too my first two steps, pointing out my two favorite facial features of his.


His freckles and his poofy hair, either too frizzy or too straight, according to him. I always thought it was perfect.


I think of him in my next step as well, his personality my favorite thing about him. His bubbly laughter, his sunshine like eyes when he giggles at a joke, and the way his face lights up whenever he gets a compliment.


I take the next two steps to think about Alexander and Eliza, the two parents I had always wanted.


And I think about the words Alexander told me yesterday on my next step.


"If... god forbid... you don't make it out of this... I want you to know that you have really made an impact on my life, as well as my sons life. Thank you for loving him like you do." He tells me. "Thank you Son."


And on my seventh step, all I can think is pain. Shooting, searing pain that shoots through entire body, making my vision go white at the edges. I clutch my side and head a scream from across the dueling field. I completely seize up and let myself fall to the ground.


I feel arms pick me up and carry me somewhere.


I black out.


I wake up surrounded by people. Angelica, Philip, and Alexander.


Angelica is trying to pull the bullet out of me.


Alexander is trying to call Philip.


And Philip is sobbing about something, which I can't hear over the pounding in my ears.


The the door slams open and Eliza storms in, in the black dress she's been wearing more often. That distracts Alexander to let go of Philip, and soon he comes rushing to my side.


"(Y/n)..." he sobs, grabbing my blood stained hand and grabbing at it as if he doesn't believe my hand is solid and that I'm there.


"When I'm gone phillie.. move on.." I choke out, coughing and sitting up to spit out the blood in my mouth, leaving me with a sour, metallic taste in my mouth.


"I can't.. I can't (Y/n).." he cries.


"I may not live to your glory.." I try to sing, but my words turn out chopped.


"(Y/n) no.."


"But I will gladly join the fight.."


"(Y/n) please.. please stop.."


"And when your children tell my story..."


"S-Stop..."


"They'll tell the story... the- the story..."
I try to finish but everything goes black, but before everything stops I hear a faint noise.




"They'll tell the story of us..."


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IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE


~~Griffon~~

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