Random One - shots

Helpless (Hamiltonfam x reader)

One sunny afternoon, Eliza Hamilton decided it was a perfect day for a family outing. Alexander, who had a rare free day from his numerous commitments, eagerly agreed. Philip, with his usual boundless energy, was already excitedly talking about the places they could visit. Y/N, now sixteen and full of youthful curiosity, walked beside her mother, soaking in the sights and sounds of the city she loved.

As they strolled down Broadway, they passed shops displaying the latest fashions, bookstalls with stacks of new titles, and vendors selling everything from fresh fruit to handmade trinkets. Y/N, captivated by the array of goods, occasionally stopped to examine something that caught her eye.

"Y/N, look at this," Philip called, pointing to a street performer juggling knives with impressive skill. Y/N laughed and clapped along with the small crowd that had gathered.

Eliza smiled at her children's joy. "It's wonderful to see the city so alive," she said to Alexander, who nodded in agreement.

"It truly is," he replied, his eyes twinkling with pride and affection as he watched his family.

As they continued their walk, Y/N noticed a bookshop she hadn't seen before. The sign above the door read "Lewis' Books and Curiosities." Intrigued, she tugged on her father's sleeve. "Father, may I go in and look at the books?"

Alexander glanced at the shop and then at his wife, who nodded. "Of course, Y/N. We'll wait for you outside," he said.

Y/N smiled and hurried into the shop, the bell above the door tinkling as she entered. The scent of old books and polished wood greeted her, and she took a deep breath, savoring it. She wandered through the narrow aisles, running her fingers along the spines of the books, each one promising new worlds and adventures.

As she turned a corner, her attention was caught by a beautifully illustrated book about fashion design. She reached for it, her heart skipping a beat at the exquisite drawings inside. Lost in the pages, she didn't notice the young man approaching from the other direction until it was too late. They collided, and Y/N stumbled, dropping the book.

"Oh, I’m so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up to apologize. Her words caught in her throat as she met the young man's eyes. They were a striking shade of blue, warm and kind, and for a moment, Y/N felt as if the world had stopped.

The young man, a few years older than she, immediately bent down to retrieve the book. "No, it was my fault," he said, offering the book back to her with a charming smile. "I should have been watching where I was going."

Y/N took the book, her fingers brushing against his. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m Y/N Hamilton."

"William Lewis," he replied, his smile widening. "My father owns this shop."

"Is that so?" Y/N said, her curiosity piqued. "It's a lovely place. I've never seen such a wonderful collection of books."

William's eyes sparkled with pride. "I'm glad you think so. We try to offer something for everyone. Are you interested in fashion design?"

"Yes, I am," Y/N replied, her initial shyness fading. "I've always loved drawing and creating designs. It's my dream to one day open my own boutique."

William nodded thoughtfully. "That's a wonderful dream. From what I can see, you have the talent for it."

Y/N blushed at the compliment. "Thank you. What about you? Do you work here with your father?"

"I do," William said. "I help run the shop, and I'm also studying literature at King's College. I hope to become a writer someday."