Hamilton One shots and Stuffs

Laurens x Reader

Requested! Thank you for the lovely idea, and pardon me taking so long. Hope you enjoy!

"That boy has me helpless," the shine in Eliza's eyes showed it all. She saw a man she liked, and had made her claim.

Angelica laughed softly, "of course you would go for a soldier."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean!"

I faded out of the conversation, listening to my sisters giggle and point out cute boys. It felt a bit odd, being at a fancy party and focusing only on the men wearing fancy outfits.

Or at least I thought that way until I saw him. Next to the boy Eliza pointed out, stood a fellow battalion man. His long curly hair in a messy bun, and his freckles able to be seen far across the room. If this is how she felt seeing her man, I understood why she gushed.

He was very cute.

Pulled out of my thoughts, I turn back to my sisters, an annoyed look on my face.

"Y/n, do you see a boy you fancy, aswell?" Angelica smiled at me. I knew what her ploy was. First she would set up Eliza, then me.

Not wanting to play their game, I simply ignored her, rolling my eyes. That was until I saw her moving across the dance floor. For a few moments I was confused, she just seemed to be talking with the soldiers. Then, one on each arm, she made her way back to Eliza and I.

"My sisters, Elizabeth and Y/n Schuyler," Angelica was beaming. She looked like the proudest older sibling in America.

"Alexander Hamilton," the first boy introduced, gently taking Eliza's hand with a kiss. They seemed perfect already.

"And I'm John Laurens," his freckles looked even cuter from here. Similar to his friend, he took my hand, kissed it softly, and then we were dancing away.

It seemed like hours went by, by the time we parted. My dress was feeling heavier than ever, and my feet hurt.

The winter ball was over, ladies and men grabbed their coats and slowly headed out the doors. It seemed sad, watching everyone go, but it was late.

Many of those men still had a war to fight.

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Woefully, I watched as Eliza opened another letter from Alexander. While I was certainly happy for my sister, I wished my own love would sent me something.

The two had been talking for weeks, and within a few more, they would be married. Another massive party would have to be thrown, and I held onto the hope I would see John again.

Thankfully, I did. As a bridesmaid for Eliza, I walked down the aisle with a groomsman. Lucky for me, the one matched for me was him. I knew Angelica or maybe Peggy stepped in to plan this, but I was giddy none the less.

The wedding went perfectly. Angelica made an amazing speech, as did John. Everything was perfect.

My curly haired man even invited me for a dance, which I humbly took.

Once again, time seemed to fly by as he held my waist, twirling me around, and holding me close. I loved every moment, every step we took, and every word we exchanged.

John explained how he was going to South Carolina, and had been stressfully planning. The war was almost over, he said, and he only had to fight a little longer.

Then we could be together. Have our own wedding. Everything would go perfectly, just like how it had for Eliza and Alex.

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We wrote constantly. I saved every letter he sent, and I loved them all. His script might be a bit messy, but it reminded me of his mess of hair. The wax seels he made were spotty, clearly heated too long, but it was like his freckles shown through. Everything about it was perfect.

John would tell me about how his battalion was doing, or how the general was being annoying. It was funny, he was making history, and complaining about it. I didn't mind one bit, and I would happily read and respond back. Sure, I couldn't be much help, but I would try my best. Sooth him nerves through hearts for the dot of an 'i'.

Eliza shared the news of her pregnancy with me first, joking about how she would need to get new corsets and dresses until I got the hint. I shared the news with John, who pretended not to have heard it from Alex already.

It saddened me a bit, seeing Alex come back to his wife, while my love was still fighting.

But I knew he would come back to me, and I could hold him safely in my arms.

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Nah, you thought I was going to let him die. Not today.

I was only half dressed when I heard knocking on my door. Not having been expecting anyone, I carefully peaked out from behind the wood.

There he stood, a massive smile on his face, and his brown eyes seeming more gold.

Ignoring my lacing coming undone, I threw my arms around him. His laughing sounded like music, and his warmth like heaven.

We spent hours talking, just sitting on my bed, holding hands, and talking. Thankfully, he let me finish putting my dress on, but it felt useless of I was going to stay in bed all day. But I wouldn't trade it for the world.

John told me all about how we won the war, how his men fought so well, and how every moment on the battlefield, he was thinking of how soon he could make me his wife.

Soon enough, he did just that.