Hamilton One shots and Stuffs

Lin x Reader

I'm really fucking sorry okay... like really really really sorry, okay...

Once I was 7 years old.

I didn't have many friends then. We had just moved upstate, and I didn't like it here. I didn't fit in, my mom didn't  really care, the only thing she did to help me would be to say, "go make yourself some friends and you'll be less lonely."

It was a hard time.

Once I was 7 years old.

Once I was 11 years old.

The city always seemed large for me, but I knew the world was even bigger. My friends and I always thought we were bigger. We would push each other to our limits. Doing things like climbing the biggest tree we could find.

On my eleventh birthday, I saw my mom smoking up the house, drinking her life away, some random guy with her. I knew we were never rich, but I didn't know her money went to drink and drugs. Or maybe I didn't understand when I was younger.

Once I was 11 years old.

My dad and mom had never gotten along. High School sweethearts, turned teen parents, which led to a hatred. But on weekends I got to see my dad.

Even at 11, my dad had tried setting me up for a better life than . He would tell me things like, "go get yourself a boy or you'll be lonely."

Once I was 11 years old.

My dad had always wanted to be a writer, and some of that dream had transfered into me. It wasn't boom I wanted to write novels though, more of plays and musicals. Stories like Shakespeare and those like Lins.

Lin-Manuel Miranda. The shaggy haired boy I met. The crazy, insane, boy I had met. The boy with the peach fuzz and dream like eyes.

He understands the glory of writing. How happy it can make people. He understands me.

Once I was 20 years old.

My first play was put on stage on my 20th birthday. It's first showing was at night, and Lin couldn't be there. I was lonely.

Once I was 20 years old.

I didn't care. I didn't need him. I needed my goals, and I wasn't going to fail them.

To be heard was just such a hard thing, the smallest voices are the ones that try the most, though.

With my crew by my side, I knew I could make it in this world. But, hey, if we somehow fail, I'll still have them around.

Once I was 20 years old.

The play was a success. I had time to do what I want for once. I could write about my life, all the things I saw before me. The people struggling just as I had once. The love between two people. The hate. The raw emotion.

Once I was 20 years old.

Soon we'll be 30 years old.

We've both had award winning shows, him with his founding fathers musical, myself with a childhood love story.

We've both traveled to our favorite places, yet we find more places to go now.

Lin keeps me on my toes at all times, one day we are in Porto Rico, the next I'm in a pub in Dublin. My life was an adventure.

Soon we'll be 30 years old.

I'm still learning about life. Every morning I wonder how the man I love and me, little me, could have created these beautiful children.

Lin loves singing to them, both sweet songs like Dear Theodosia to our younger twins Philip and Theodosia, and loud and energized songs like Non-stop to our older child. How that man is able to try to do every part, I shall never know.

The hardest part of life though? The end. My brother was still so young, just a 16 year old high school student I had to raise for my mom. I know I can't blame myself for the crash, but there isn't a day that goes by where I don't wish it had been me.

Soon I'll be 60 years old.

My dad was 61 when he passed from cancer. I fear I won't even make it to 60 before mine gets me.

But then I remember my life, and each time I do it gets better. I remember the late nights singing songs with Lin, the late nights when our children would slip into our bed and cuddle with us, the late night when I held my dads hand as he passed.

I remember when I wrote a letter to the son of my elderly friend. He passed just a few short weeks after I moved into the home. He visited me the day he got it, and I sat and told the young man stories.

I hope my children come and visit like the man did. Once or twice a month, it doesn't need to be much. I have Lin to keep me company, but I miss their smiles some days.

Soon I'll be 60 years old.

My mind is losing itself. Some days the world just seems so cold, so hard and unforgiving to the best people. Other days the children will all come and tell me about their lives.

Like how Philip just got a promotion in his job, and to celebrate he'll be getting a puppy for the grandchildren. My Grandchildren.

And how, after years of trying, Theodosia and her wife will be able to adopt a baby. I remember crying the day I heard that.

And how Sebastian, our eldest, will be moving into the old house. The house the kids grew up in. The house Lin and I got married in.

Oh how my turned out wonderful.

Soon I'll be 60 years old.

Once I was 7 years old.

My mom told me, "go makes yourself some friends or you'll be lonely."

Who knew Lin would be that friend.

Once I was 7 years old.

Once I was seven years old...

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"Lin, I love you."

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"I.. I love you more, Y/n.."

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Beeeeeeeep.