Hamilton One Shots

Sunset

Requested by: jemapellelafayette

After asking around to see if he was needed, and getting denied several times, Lafayette strolled down the avenue at sunset. It was always the excuse of him not being needed. But Lafayette often wondered if there was another reason they declined him so quickly at times.

He kicked at the stray stones that were lined up on the street. A few women nearby giggled, waving their fingers. Normally Lafayette would jump at the opportunity to flirt with any female in his view. However, it wasn't one of those days.

As he passed them without so much as waving a hello, he stumbled towards the dock. There were many ships lined up, redcoats climbing on top of them. Their accents were quite similar to Lafayette's, which lifted his spirits, and made him remember France.

He hoisted himself upon the ledge by the intimidating ships. On the horizon, the sun glowed bright orange and red beams, slowly fading into the water. Small waves rippled the water, swaying the boats back and forth.

Lafayette pressed his hands together, staring at the sunset. His mind wandered to thoughts of the war, and to the idea that there might be independence for the colonies not far in the future.

His eyes darted over to the redcoats, who had noticed him, but didn't say anything. Lafayette gulped deeply. He prayed that the independence would come soon.

A bird flew over top of his head, tweeting loudly. Lafayette looked up, smiling, noticing it was a gorgeous one. He watched it go to the other side of the dock and vanish.

The redcoats on the boats were talking as they usually did. Mostly things about politics, their leader, and plain bragging. Lafayette curled his hands into fists, eavesdropping ever so slightly.

Even though at that moment, his friends and colleagues were discussing plans for attack, he desperately wanted to create his own. The redcoats were talking terribly about the colonies. Lafayette shook his head in disapproval.

Turning his head to face the horizon, Lafayette tried to think of things other than politics and the war. His mind drifted and he remembered his beloved, Adrienne. There was a sudden giddy feeling in his heart, a restless, in love kind of feeling.

It had been quite a while since Lafayette had seen Adrienne. And he missed her dearly. To her see her face again, before he was to be put into battle, would be lovely. But he knew that wouldn't be possible.

She still wrote to him constantly. Most of their letters were romantic exchanges, not even mentioning the problems going on around them. Adrienne told him several times to fight and win the war, as well as stay alive for her.

He had to survive. If he was to die, Adrienne would be left heartbroken and lost. And Lafayette wasn't about to go and make her feel that way.

Tightening his ponytail, Lafayette swung his legs back and forth. With his mind still on the move, he found himself thinking of his friends, who had all been assigned to do something useful with their time.

They were all creating the pathway to the uprising nation's future. Every little detail was ideal to shaping their notes, essays, and plans.

Lafayette sighed. If only General Washington had allowed him to lead the meeting, then things would go smoothly. With Alexander running it, he was sure it would be a disaster.

It wasn't that Lafayette had anything against his dear friend. He just felt as though now Alexander was taking more control and gaining all of Washington's trust.

And to the young Frenchman, he found himself frustrated.

There was no doubt in the fact that Alexander was incredibly intelligent. There was no hiding the fact that he could write with such great dignity. But he stole the spotlight too much.

Lafayette had come all the way from France to help, to meet people, and this was how he was spending it. He sighed, kicking a few boxes that were stacked up by the dock.

Washington was starting to look at Hamilton the way he once looked at Lafayette. With pride. Lafayette ducked his head down as two redcoats marched past.

Slowly but surely, Alexander was climbing to the top. Although Lafayette was friends with the man, it bothered him quite a bit. He didn't want him at the top or to get hurt doing so.

Lafayette sucked in a breath. There was too much going on in both his brain and in reality that surrounded him. It felt nice to breathe, vent to himself about issues, and watch the sunset.

The sun was just about gone. Lafayette got up from the ledge and headed back. Everyone was huddled in their homes, either watching him pass by, or shutting their doors.

He knew they were just shutting them for the night, but it almost made Lafayette feel cut off from the world. He felt as though it was purposely an attempt to get rid of him. The young soldier certainly felt worthless at times.

The sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls of homes around him. It would be a long walk back to where he was staying, but he didn't mind.

Before he got too far, he turned and faced the harbor behind him. The sun was sinking down on the edge of the horizon, signaling nighttime coming. There was the sound of birds in the distance, flying towards the sun.

Clenching his hands together, Lafayette thought to himself. He thought of how Adrienne was sitting in her room, probably looking out over the sky as well. Maybe she was looking in his direction.

His heart tugged at his emotions, and Lafayette looked down. No matter what the situation ended up to be, his mind always went back to her. How dearly he hoped to see her again.

And he hoped that time would be soon.

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A/N: Thank you jemapellelafayette for the request! Wow, two Lafayette one shots back to back! Lafayette is just amazing, and I loved writing more of his character. I'll have another one shot up as soon as possible, thanks for all the requests you guys have been sending in, feedback, and reads!!