Life Source (Hamilsquad x reader)

Redcoat, 6'o'clock

Previously...

George would shut the door, locking it before he'd turn to the 4, and snap his fingers. Multiple people started jumping out of hiding spots, attacking the 4 boys. "AMBUSH!" Herc would yell as he started to fight.

It didn't take long for the 4 to get knocked out.

Y/N POV

John and Y/N frantically ran down the sidewalk, finally arriving to the Devil's hell hole. Or, to call it simply, George's house. My god, this house was huge. He must be rich as fuck... John and Y/N cautiously walked up the stairs to the door, John ringing the doorbell as they waited on the step.

George's POV

George was sitting in his main sitting room, 4 idiots tied up and laying on the floor in front of him, all of them squirming to escape. It made him laugh. "You all really are idiots, aren't you?" He'd chuckle, watching them squirm around like dying fish out of water. "Don't worry, boys. We'll sort this out as soon as your dear little Y/N arrives. Then the fun would really begin." He'd say, ending his sentence by laughing evilly in that British accent of his. A loud "ding dong!" could be heard. "Well, well, well! It seems our dear Y/N and your idiot friend has arrived!" He'd cheer, skipping to the door and opening it to see a pissed off John, and an even more pissed off but sickly looking Y/N. "Y/N! How good it is to see you!" He'd say, tightly hugging you.

Y/N POV

After a minute of waiting, George finally answered the door, a bright smile on his face. "Y/N! How good it is to see you!" He'd exclaim, tightly hugging you. You, using whatever energy you had to push him off. You'd cross your arms, tapping your foot as you looked up at him. "Whatever is wrong, dear? Not happy to see your best friend?" He'd smile, leaning down and booping your nose, you quickly swatting his finger away. "Cut the act, George. Where are my friends? I know for a fact they're here." You'd growl up at him, your arms crossed, and you pissed off as fuck. He'd sigh, rolling his eyes. "Of course, of course. Come in, they're in the sitting room." He'd move aside, letting you in. Without thinking, you and John walked in, George closing and locking the door behind you.

"Y/N, redcoat, 6'o'clock!" John would shout, reaching for his Saber. Washington taught you all that. If someone screamed redcoat, you'd best take out your weapon and fight. You'd quickly pull out your Saber and turn around, your Saber making a sound of metal clashing together as your Saber and George's sword met. He'd chuckle. "Well, Washington taught you well, I'll say that. You won't hold up very long in your health state." He'd say, pulling his sword up to strike again. Well, this was now a full on sword fight.

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