Under The Mask
Pairing: Hamilsquad x reader
Warnings: swearing, 3 people get murdered
Request: Requested by anonymous: can we hav a hamilsquad x reader where the reader seems to be shy af and ppl think she’s rly feminine, but in reality she’s gwash’s personal assassin who interrogates redcoats. how abt the squad meeting her in the marketplace and thinking she’s adorable, then have them meet reader when she’s killing a bunch of redcoats single handedly? bonus if reader swears a lot
A/N: The title really bad it’s like,,, she’s shy but under that she’s badass idk I thought of it and didn’t know how to put it into words…
You sat silently, listening intently to the conversations happening around you. You were mostly focused on the conversation between four boys, who sat carefree and chatted carelessly.
You recognized the men.
Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens.
George Washington’s right hand man Alexander Hamilton.
Tailor and spy Hercules Mulligan.
French General Marquis De Lafayette.
You stood up, off to meet Mr. Washington. As you walked behind a tent you heard two men inside it talking. You would’ve ignored it and continued on, but you heard your name.
“That girl, I think her name was Y/N? She never speaks…” One of them commented. You felt your cheeks grew hot.
“Yeah, I don’t know why General Washington keeps her here. She’s completely useless.” You huffed, walking towards General Washington’s tent.
The small marketplace was nice, bustling with people. You were glad for missions like these, even though you had to keep an eye out, you were able to relax and think.
Familiar voices caught your attention, bringing you out of your thoughts. You turned your head, noticing the group of men talking. One of them noticed you, and you could see he recognized you.
“Hey, I’ve seen you around the camp!” He walked towards you, the other three following behind clueless.
“Yes, you must be John Laurens.” You curtsied collectively for the whole group.
“I am.” He took your hand, placing a gentle kiss on it.
“I’m Alexander Hamilton. What’s your name, miss?” Alexander cut in. You laughed lightly.
“I’m Y/N L/N.” You smiled.
“I’m Marquis De Lafayette.”
“I’m Hercules Mulligan.”
You already knew their names, but you politely allowed them to introduce themselves.
“May I say, you’re quite beautiful.” Alexander complimented.
“Why thank you, sir.” You laughed.
It was nice talking to the men you’d never had the chance to speak to, but as you took your gaze away from the men, you saw what you’d come for.
You sprung into action, forgetting entirely about the boys you had just had a conversation with.
“Redcoats!” You heard Lafayette grumble.
You waited for them to walk into an isolated area. You snuck behind them, the four men had gone unnoticed by you as they watched from a hidden location.
You suddenly grabbed one of their arms, twisting it in a painful position. The redcoat let out a yell, attracting the attention of everyone else.
“What the hell?!” One of the redcoats roared. Another one jumped onto you, pulling out a dagger.
“Shit!” You grit your teeth, kicking the redcoat to the ground.
“Fucking bitch!” He retorted, lurching over in pain.
A jolt of pain went through you as your hand was grabbed from behind you. Thinking quickly, you leaned forward. You used your light weight, flipping the redcoat over you. He collapsed onto the ground, groaning in pain.
“Fuck!” You shrieked as the familiar dagger sliced against your arm. You spun around, grabbing the knife from his hand.
A scream echoed through the dark alley as you plunged the knife through the redcoat’s chest.
“Bastard.” You spat, turning to face the two redcoats on the ground.
One of them moved slowly, standing from the ground. The knife plunged through his chest as well, and he fell to the ground once more. You stabbed the third man in the head, dropping the dagger to the cold ground.
“You just…” John’s voice surprised you. “You just killed those guys like nothing.”
“You saw all that?” You squeaked, surprised.
“That was amazing!” Hercules cheered. You couldn’t help but smile at their excitement.
“Who knew the strange girl from the camp could fight like that?” Alexander laughed, walking up to you.
“Oh, actually I’m General Washington’s personal assassin.”