Hamilton || Into the Future! [Reader Insert + x Reader] ( ON HOLD )

1. Excuse me, WHOM le hell?

- Edited. Also gave up on the seriousness near the end -

April, 2019 - New York City

(Y/N) was at the dinner table, eating [Favorite Food] from last night. She was looking through a file on a missing case. The label read Lin Manuel-Miranda. He was a famous person, and (Y/N) was quite the fan. She was both excited, and sad that she got the Lin Manuel-Miranda case. After she finished her [Favorite Food], she got up, and walked over to the couch. She sat down, and set the file on the coffee table.

(Y/N) saw her little turtle named Alexander slowly walking across the table. She smiled, and picked him up. "Hello there, little one." She gently a tiredly said. "Mommy is off of work tomorrow." She cooed, and babied the turtle. She looked at the clock, and it read 11:49. She sighed, and put the turtle back in its planetarium.

She started her walk to her bedroom, and opened the door.  (Y/N) smiled softly at the slightly untidy room, and slumped over to the bed before collapsing onto it. When she hit the bed, she heard an "Oomph!" From under her. She paused, and pulled away by lifting her head up. She saw the outline of a blonde man with his hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her next moves were frantic, she put her hands on his chest, and felt around to see if he was real.

Then the next second, they both sat up, and kicked away from each other, screaming in the process. "Who are you!?" They both screamed in sync. "I asked first!" They then screamed again. "You're in my bed, you Bloke!" (Y/N) yelled, nearly falling off the bed. "Oh, yeah.. Sorry." He then flung his hands to his stomach.

"Oh my.. I'm alive! Or is this the afterlife? What religion would this be.." he rambled to himself. (Y/N) scrambled to her feet, and went to the door to turn on the lights. When the lights were on, the man looked up, and saw the lights on. He sat there in shock, and he looked around the room as if he'd seen the future or something.

His hair was perfectly blonde, and pulled back in a low pony. His surprised eyes were lake blue, which complemented his other facial features. He was wearing a uniform that reminded her of something out of Liberty Kids, or the Revolutionary War. She stood there before clearing her throat again, causing him to look to her. "What's your name?" She asked.

"John Laurens, Ma'am." He nodded. "As in the supposedly gay founding father John Laurens?" She thought. "(Y/N) (L/N)." (Y/N) nodded.

Just then, she heard a crash outside her door. "Wait here, John." She looked to him before rushing out. She grabbed a hairbrush from out of the bathroom, and held it up for defense. She went to the living room, and when she saw another man she let out a "Tsk, another one?" She then dropped the brush. He muttered out, "When did I put on this old thing..?"

"Hi." She said out of nowhere, leading the man to flinch slightly.

This one was a dark ginger, and his hair was attractively pulled in a messy ponytail. His uniform was different than John. It stood out a bit more, and his hat was tipped over in a cute was on his head. His dark eyes were looking around the room, and at (Y/N). His frame was wide, and went well with his — lower half of his body.. Part of his body was on the table, and he was doing his best on to fall off. His position gave (Y/N) a perfect view of this stranger's tight trousers-

"Who're you?" (Y/N) snapped out of her thoughts. The stranger felt his throat, feeling as if he had just been through a miracle, and  slowly got off, and stood up. He brushed his waistcoat and actual coat off, before holding his hand out. "George Washington, Ma'am." He answered before she took his hand. Instead of shaking it, he kissed her hand, causing (Y/N)'s cheeks to heat up. "I-It's (Y/N)." She stuttered. Sure, it was normal for people to kiss the hand in the 1700s, but she couldn't help it.