Hamilsquad Boyfriend Scenarios (Hamiltime)

Seeing Him Again / Writing Letters

Alexander Hamilton

2 days later

My fingers ran along the book titles delicately. I loved books! Kinda obvious since I was a librarian but whatever. My mother died when I was young and my father had been abusive. Books allowed me to escape the horrors of the world. From a young age, I knew I had to escape my father as soon as possible. So, I had taught myself French and I knew some Latin and Greek. I had wished to attend college but they did not allow girls. Still, I continued to learn. 

As I was deep in thought  I bumped into a man. 

"Sorry," I said then giggled realizing who it was. 

"You know, we have to stop running into each other like this," Alexander teased. 

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "Are you looking for a new book?"

"Actually, I came to see you," he said with a smile.

I blushed and pushed a strand of H/C hair behind my ear. 

"Might I take you for a walk?" he asked.

I nodded. We looped our arms and walked outside. The crisp fall air ruffled the skirt of my plain dress. As we walked we talked about this and that as we got to know each other. He told me about the war, and his friends, and being Washington's right hand man. (Which I was quite shocked about). I told him about my job, all the weird conversations I over heard, and eventually even told him of my parents.

"... so when I was 17, I ran away. Even though I was young, I had to escape. I found a job with Mr. Philips as a librarian and I've been here ever since."

He was quiet. I began to get worried. Did I tell him too much? Was it too soon? What if he didn't want to see me any more? Then slowly, he began to spoke, "My -my father left when I was ten. My mother got sick and died. I moved in with my cousin and he committed suicide."

I was shocked. What did I say? "I-I'm so sorry Alex..."

He smiled at me and I at him, "I'd better be getting back."

He walked me back and we went seperate ways. I sighed, 'I think I like him...'

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John Laurens

2 weeks later

Your POV

I was sitting on the couch by the fire when Sally, our slave, walked in. I hated slavery and hoped one day it would end. My father and mother won't very fond of it either. They made sure 'our' slaves where well provided for and lived comfortably. We really treated them more like servants.

"Miss," Sally said, "a letter has arrived for you."

I frowned, "Sally, please call me Y/N. Or at the very least Miss Y/N." Sally was new and came from a cruel master. She was very kind and did everything willingly. She would always say, 'It's so easy to do work when you are treated kindly.'

"Yes miss- I mean, Y/N," she said and smiled. I smiled back and took the letter. I let out a gasp of delight. 

"What is it?" Sally asked. 

"A letter from John Laurens, a man I met at the winter's ball!" I tore into the letter...

Dear Y/N,