Decades had passed since the tragic deaths of Philip and Y/N Hamilton. The grief that once threatened to engulf Alexander and Eliza had been transformed into a powerful drive to honor their children's memories. The Hamiltons channeled their sorrow into meaningful work, leaving a legacy that would endure for generations.
In the heart of New York City, Eliza had established the first private orphanage, a beacon of hope for countless children. The orphanage was not just a tribute to Y/N and Philip, but also a reflection of Eliza's indomitable spirit and compassion. She dedicated herself to the cause, ensuring that every child received the care and opportunities they deserved.
One crisp autumn afternoon, Eliza stood in the garden of the orphanage, watching the children play. The laughter and joy that filled the air brought a smile to her face, a reminder of the lives she had touched. Alexander approached, his footsteps soft on the fallen leaves.
“Eliza,” he called gently, his voice filled with warmth.
She turned to him, her eyes lighting up. “Alexander, you’re back early.”
He nodded, slipping an arm around her waist. “I couldn’t stay away. I wanted to see you, and I needed to share some news.”
Eliza’s curiosity was piqued. “What news?”
Alexander’s expression grew serious, though his eyes remained gentle. “Congress is considering my proposal for a national bank. It’s taken years of persistence, but it seems we may finally have a breakthrough.”
Eliza’s face lit up with pride. “Oh, Alexander, that’s wonderful! Your dedication is paying off.”
He smiled, kissing her temple. “I couldn’t have done it without your support, Eliza. You’ve been my rock, my inspiration.”
“And you, mine,” she replied softly. “We’ve accomplished so much, Alexander. For Philip, for Y/N, and for each other.”
They stood together in silence for a moment, drawing strength from their shared bond. The children’s laughter continued in the background, a testament to the lives they had both worked so hard to improve.
More years passed, Alexander’s political career flourished. He tirelessly advocated for the abolition of slavery, understanding deeply the contradictions it posed to the principles of freedom and equality. His work in finance laid the foundation for a robust national economy, his vision of a national bank finally realized. Also, he and Eliza was able to raise funds in DC for Washington monument set to be built.
One evening, as the sun set over the Hudson River, Alexander and Eliza sat on the porch of their home, reflecting on their journey.
“Eliza,” Alexander began, his voice thoughtful, “do you ever think about how far we’ve come? From the tragedy of losing Philip and Y/N to everything we’ve accomplished?”
Eliza nodded, her eyes filled with both sorrow and pride. “I think about it every day, Alexander. Their loss was a wound that never fully healed, but it also gave us a purpose. We’ve honored their memories by making the world a better place.”
Alexander took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Philip and Y/N would be proud of us. They would see how their sacrifices inspired us to strive for a better future not only for us but also for those in need.”
Eliza’s eyes softened. “I hope they know how much they’re loved, how their memory lives on in everything we do.”
“I believe they do,” Alexander said, his voice firm. “I believe they watch over us, guiding us with their love.”
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. A young woman, one of the staff from the orphanage, entered with a smile.
“Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton, I’m sorry to disturb you, but there’s someone here to see you. A young man who says he owes everything to you.”
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Random One - shots
FanficJust random one shots that come to mind. Mostly angst and platonic!reader.
