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You Return From War After Being Presumed Dead

Pairing: Eliza Schuyler x Fem Reader

HC Count: 12

Summary: After you’re sent to war and subsequently not heard from, everyone thinks you were killed. Eliza tries to accept it, but she can’t. She doesn’t have to, thankfully; you return home, bloodied and bruised from battle, but alive and still as in love with her as ever.

Warnings / Misc. : Presumed Death of Reader, Bit of Angst, Fluff

A/N: Hey all! In honor of Hamilton being released on Disney Plus, (and thus my brain giving me some inspiration to write), here are some headcanons for you! I’ve never written these before, and this is also my first time writing for Eliza. Regardless, I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated. Happy reading!

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“Eliza, she’d want you to be happy. You know how much she loved seeing you smile.” Hercules says bittersweetly.

A wistful look takes over her features. Coming to terms with the fact that you had likely been killed in battle was the most painful thing she’s experienced, and she’d be lying if she said she was over it. She knew, as well as everyone else, that you were the one for her. 

“Ready?” Angelica asks gently, knowing her sister is still grieving. Seeing the throngs of soldiers returning home to their families was clearly not an easy thing for her. Everyone had taken your death extremely hard, but none so much as Eliza.

 As your family and friends make their way out of the city, the atmosphere around them is heavy with sadness. It stands in stark contrast with the neighboring, joyous reunions of so many others. This is changed, however, when loud bells chime once more in the distance. “More soldiers are arriving!” Someone shouts, running towards the docks. Eliza’s heart skips a beat, never wanting to lose hope. She looks towards the others, trying to gauge their reactions. Should they go check or just accept the inevitable? Something inside her tells her to wait, just a little longer. Your parting words echo throughout her mind: Wait for me, I’ll come home to you. And so, she does. She’s convinced that she’d wait an eternity for you if she had to.

“Y/N!” Another soldier cries out, limping quickly across the square. She recognizes his voice as Robert, your childhood friend and confidant. She makes an effort to keep her hopes low as she spins around, but that’s easier said than done.

Her breath hitches at what she sees. You’re hugging him happily, an incredulous look on your face as it rests on his shoulder. Surprise isn’t the word you’re looking for; it doesn’t suffice. After all, almost everyone in his battalion was killed -- you feared you’d never see him again.

As if on cue, your eyes raise to hers from across the way. In an instant, she’s practically flying to you, dying to have you in her arms once again. Robert takes a step back, allowing her to wrap you in a long-overdue embrace. 

Her eyes well with tears, all of her emotions hitting her at once. She starts to speak, but halts when she realizes that words simply aren’t adequate in expressing how she feels. 

“I know.” You reassure her, one hand cupping her cheek as the other rests on her lower back. She rests her forehead against yours, letting her tears flow freely. “This is a miracle. We all thought you were gone... I didn’t know what to do with myself.” She sniffles, and you feel your heart break. You truly hate to see her cry. “I did everything in my power to get word to you, but there was little that we could do when were informed that our group of messengers were murdered by British officers. I’m sorry, Eliza.” 

She responds by pulling you closer, softly whispering, “Shhh. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. I love you.” Gently, she presses a kiss to your lips. It feels new and yet familiar all at once; almost as if you’re rediscovering one another. For months on end she prayed to any and every power in existence: just send her home to me, that would be enough. And finally, her prayers had been answered.

As glad as you are to have all of your loved ones there, you can’t help but want to run away from everything with Eliza. You’d spent countless nights dreaming of holding her again, swaying to whatever sweet melody she was singing at the moment. During those long nights without her, in the cold, unforgiving trenches, you could almost recall the smell of her favorite perfume. You always made a note to buy her some more when you managed to make it back. She was the only thing getting you through that war, so naturally you’re eager to spend every minute possible with her.

She began to give everyone some space to greet you, but you gingerly grab her hand, an unspoken request for her to stay by your side. She readily agrees, smiling as you’re tearfully welcomed home by everyone.