HamilShots! (one shots)

Letters (Hamilton x reader)

My dad, General Washington, has just directed me to help him out with the high ranking soldiers. I usually just take role call for the new recruits, so this was a huge step for me. He wouldn't let me do it alone, though. He ordered his right-hand man to help me.

This was my first time meeting Mr. Hamilton, and I could already feel nerves getting the better of me. Mr. Hamilton walked me to the elite part of the camp, occasionally looking over at me. We arrived and I noticed that these men were just as ignorant as the newbies.

"So, Mr. Hamilton, what exactly do I need to do to help?" He looked at me and stated, "what you would normally do, miss. Take role, help with inventory, you know." My expression dropped. Of course. Why did I think I would have a bigger role in this revolution?

He noticed my disappointment and tried to cheer me up. "Hey, just be happy that you can do something. Most ladies have to stay home and tend to their husband's or father's house. Besides, General Washington wants to make sure that you are safe. In all honesty, so do I."

I glanced at him, bewildered by his words. I knew that my father wanted me safe, but why would Mr. Hamilton care? "I'm very flattered sir, but why would someone such as yourself have any care towards my well being?" He tried to find the right words without sounding like a fool. "It would be devastating to see the general distraught if you were hurt. He may be a strong man, but he truly cares about you miss."

"I am well aware." My expression still blank and unreadable, but Hamilton still knew I was upset. "Would you like to see the stables with me? I'm almost positive that Marquis de Lafayette is there, and if not he is probably setting plans for an attack." I nodded and proceeded to follow him into the stables. Sure enough, Lafayette was standing next to a neatly brushed horse. His eyes panned towards us and he waved.

"Mon amie! Why are you in the stables? Shouldn't you be writing letters for the general?" Hamilton shook his head. "I am keeping his daughter, (Y/n) Washington, company on her first day of watching over the elites." Lafayette's gaze shifted towards mine. "It's a pleasure to meet you, petite dame. So, are you interested in horses?" 

"Yes. Is this one yours?" I asked, pointing to the horse he was softly petting. "Oui. His name is Leon and I just finished training him. My other horse died in battle, so a friend of mine gave me him." I giggled and gave the horse a gentle pat. Hamilton looked like he wanted to leave the stable as quick as possible. He laid his hand on my shoulder and asked, "So, would you like to see some of the training areas?"

"Oh, I'd be delighted to!" I sqeaked. For someone as intimidating as himself, he was quite gentle. Well, towards me at least. We left the stables and I waved goodbye to Lafayette and Leon.

We arrived at the training grounds for skill soldiers, and Mr. Hamilton introduced me to a man who goes by John Laurens. "Pleasure to meet you miss." He said with a cheerful smile. I returned the greeting and his eyes darted towards the training dummy he was still shooting at without even giving it so much as a short glance.

"Ah, sorry. I had no idea I was still in 'the zone'." He said with air quotes. You shrugged it off and Mr. Hamilton proceeded to show you around the elite campgrounds. Everything seemed so amazing, except the part where I come in.

I would much rather fight in the war, then be someone who just takes role and inventory.

His tour came to an end and he led me back to my tent. "Thank you, lady Washington, for giving me the honor of showing you around the camp." He said with a gentle smile. I nodded. "The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Hamilton."

He chuckled. "From now on, just call me Alex." I mentally face-palmed myself. "Terribly sorry Mr- Alex..." "Quite alright. Now, it would be a good idea for a beautiful damsel as yourself to get some shut eye."

My heart fluttered at his words. He walked off to his tent, not before winking at me. I crawled into my tent and threw myself onto the sleeping bag. 'Why am I acting so giddy? He's probably just a huge flirt. Besides, father wouldn't want me to be with someone like him. He would want me to marry a rich man so all my worries would be erased'.

All I could think about that night was him. Alex... Alex... his name repeated in my mind over and over again. I felt like I was slowly going insane. What was this man doing to me? Was he leading me on to believe he likes me? Or, maybe, just maybe, he likes me back?

I finally got some rest, but awoke way earlier than any soldier had to. 'Huh, thats weird.' I thought. 'Im usually the last one to wake up.'

I exited my tent, but it looked as if I was not the only was awake. Alex's tent was not zipped all the way up. I tiptoed to it, attempting to be as quiet as humanly possible. I peaked my head through the tent's small opening, only to see Alex. His face was planted on the small desk.

'Poor Alex. Im sure my father has worked him to the bone.' I unzipped the tent and crawled into it. I examined his desk and found a pile of letters lying next to his hand.

I slyly slid them away from him, and began to read them. The first two were directed towards other general's in other parts of the colonies. The rest, however, were directed to me. All of the had Little General, (Y/n) written on them.

I slowly opened one and began to read it.

My dearest, (Y/n),
This is the first letter you will receive from me. I will be sure to write to you everyday, even if I'm still at the camp with you. Through this letter, I would like to inform you of the fondness I have towards you.
You have made me happy, confused, jealous, and many other emotions in the past day I've met you. I would like to spend more time with you, if you give me the chance.
-A.Ham

He is, fond of me? I want entirely sure what he meant, but I assumed he meant it in a platonic way. I read the next one.

My dearest, (Y/n),
I am writing this letter the same night I wrote the first one. I cannot get you off of my mind, no matter how hard I try. What have you done to me? Whatever it is, it's keeping me from focusing on my work. But, for whatever reason, I enjoy it. Can you, keep doing it?
-A.Ham

I couldn't stop reading them. How in the world did this man write all of these letters in the span of one night? I was coming to the end of his pile of letters, the last one stated.

My love, (Y/n),
I have truly figured out what this feeling is. After doing much research from my many textbooks, I have realized that this feeling is in fact love. It doesn't make any sense though.  I have met many girls, but none of them are quite like you. Which is why I will soon ask if I may court you. All of which would up to you and your father, of course. I await your response.
-Love, Alexander.

This can't be happening. My father's right hand man just asked via letter to court me?! In a quick instant, a hand gently was placed on mine.

"Did you read them? My letters?" Hamilton asked. I nodded and he looked disappointed. "Well, before you reject me, may I please rest a little longer with you in my arms?"

My expression dropped and I nodded. I got up and sat on his lap in his chair. He started to drift off, playing with my hair, before I spoke. "I would love to be with you Alexander." He chuckled, and held me close.

"Thank you. I love you, and I'll make sure these colonies rise up. So one day, we may have a home and children together."

I giggled at his half asleep remark.
"I'd like that very much."