Hamilton Characters x reader Oneshots {REQUESTS ARE OPEN}

Stay alive... ||Son!Philip Hamilton n Mother!Reader||

"I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel. They don't exactly cover this subject in boarding school."

"Did your friends attempted to negotiate a peace?" She asked me.

"He refused to apologize. We had to let peace talk cease."

She noded in understanding, "Where is this happening?"

"Across the river in Jersey." I mumbled.

"Everything's legal in New Jersey." We spoke together.

"Alright, so this is what you gonna do. Stand there like a man until Eacker is in front of you." She stoods and put her arm up, "When the times comes fire your weapon in the air. This will put an end to the whole affair."

"What if he decides to shoot and I'm a goner?" I panicked a little.

"No, he'll follow suit if he's truly a man of honor. To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake. Philip, I couldn't take an another heartbreak." Her face saddens.

I hugged her, "Mother."

I understand how she feels. Her father left, her mother died. She grow up wild. Then my pa's death, then uncle's affair... I will do everything right.

"Promise me. You don't want this young man's blood on your conscious."

I nod, "Okay I promise."

"Come back home, when you done." She gaves me the guns, "Take your father's guns. Be smart. Make us proud son" She kissed my forehead. And with that I went to New Jersey.

My name's Philip, I am a poet. And I'm a little nervous but I can't show it. I'm sorry I'm a Hamilton with pride. You talk about my mother I cannot let it slide!

I saw him coming, "Mr. Eacker! How was the rest of your show?" I asked him.

"I rather skip the pleasantries. Let's go. Grab your pistol"

"Confirm with your men. The duel will commence after we count to ten."

Look him in the eye, aim no higher. Summon all the encourage you require. And slowly clearly aim your gun towards the sky.

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[First Person Pov]

It's been a while since Philip left. I started pancking. Where is my son? Is he alive? What if Eacker shoot him? Why did he have to duel him? He is same as his dad. Same hair, eyes, freckles. But how he acts.... that he got from me.

I heard the door opening. I turned around and saw him. He stayed alive... I wipe off my tears and went to hug him.

"Philip!"

"Look Ma, I made it!" He wrapped his arms around me, "I did exactly how you said ma. I held my head up high."

"I know, I know. You did everything just right."

"Thank you ma for what you taught me."

"My son" I started crying.

"Don't cry ma." He wiped off my tears.

"I'm not crying, Philip. I'm just happy, thank you for staying alive." I looked up at him since he's taller, "John would be proud of you."

"...I wish I met Pop." His smile fades.

"He would be proud of you Pip." I gently grab his cheeks.

"Ma, I'm not a kid!"

I started laughing, "Yes you are! You are my kid!"

He mumbled, "You ain't wrong tho..." Then started laughing with me.