Hamilton oneshots (cuz why not)

Flowers (Hercules Mulligan x reader)

They came again.

You stood outside your home carrying yet another bouquet of flowers.

No note, just like all the others.

Blue Lillies.

Your favourite.

You looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious person, but like all the other times there was no one. Thats when your mother joined you outside.

"Another bouquet, y/n?" She asked, a knowing smile on her face. You smiled also, admiring the bouquet in your hands.

"Yes mama. But there's no note again. I really want to know who this person is so I can thank him" you sighed, holding the lillies close to your chest.
Your mama patted your shoulder affectionately.

"I'm sure you'll catch this mysterious admirer soon, dearie" she encouraged before heading back inside.

You inhaled deeply as the scent of the flowers empower you, making you feel lightheaded and calm. Whoever this person is, must surely know you well.

The next day, you decided to take a trip into town. You always loved the bustling in the streets and the way that it was never silent, always noise and chatter.

As you admired the town you entered the local floral shop. There a middle aged man stood behind the counter filled with different types of flowers. "Welcome to Albert's Floral shop! A pretty young woman like yourself deserves the best. Is there anything I can do for you?" He greeted happily, gesturing to the vast variety of his flowers. You shook your head.

"I'm sorry, I'm just browsing" you clarified shyly.

The man, Albert, nodded his head in understanding, the smile never once faltering. "Ah of course, please help yourself"

You nodded and began to browse. There were so many different kinds of flowers that you cant help but feel intoxicated by the different scents they posess.

As you gazed through the rose section with your back turned to the counter, you hear another person enter the shop but take no notice of.

You hear Albert welcome the customer as he did with you, and the customer exchanged quick words in response.

As you turned back around to see the tulips near the counter, you could only catch a glimpse of a man walking out of the store. The only thing you caught soght of was a grey beanie before he disappeared.

You looked to Albert who seemed to look on in disbelief. "Whats wrong?" You ask out of the blue. Albert shook his head and points out the door where the previous customer exited.

"That man has been coming to my shop for the past five weeks, buying flowers every day. Whoever they're for must be a lucky person indeed to be able to recieve all those flowers" he remarked, shaking his head as if he still couldnt believe it.

You stared wide eyed at him. You remembered the first time you recieved your bouquet on your doorstep. You thought it was odd seeing them there and thought it was for your mama. When she said they weren't hers, you just left it at that. Then the next day another bouquet showed up. And then another, then another. Your mother told you its not that to figure out that they were for you.