Hamilton one-shots (x reader or requested ships)

Philip Hamilton

Philip's age may not match the time frame at all, but please let it be. It was for the sake of the plot. Also please leave the date of the duel be. Again, it was part of the plot. If you don't like that it is that way, don't read it!

The phrase You need to learn to be a proper lady! rang in Y/N's mind. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint her mother, so she allowed herself to accept lessons from their neighbor, Mrs. Eliza Hamilton. Everyone knew that she would be the perfect teacher of etiquette, between her parental lineage and her shining personality. The presence of younger children in the household gave Y/N the opportunity to also learn how to be a mother as if she wanted her life to be that simplistic.

Although this would be her fourth time that she made the small trek to the Hamiltons' home, Y/N still felt the sinking feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want this kind of education! Her brain itched to learn, to piece things together, to make a difference. Something that women were unable to do. Men could do what they wished to do, while women were stuck sipping tea and pretending they incapable of speaking their minds. Y/N absolutely refused to accept that fate, no matter how she wound up escaping it. If that meant she had to pretend to enjoy sewing and learning to serve tea to make herself a new life, she would accept in a heartbeat.

As she approached the front door, she knew that today would be the first needlepoint lesson. As if she would ever need to use that skill. Sighing, her shoulders slumped, she raised her hand to knock on the door. The door was opened after a minute by one Alexander Hamilton, bags under his eyes and ink staining his hands. His eyes looked at her in confusion, slightly cloudy and unfocused. Slightly intimidated by one of the men she aspired to be, Y/N squared her shoulders. "Hello, Mister Hamilton. I am here to see your wife."

Realization flooded his eyes as he nodded and explained that Eliza was currently in the sitting room. Y/N thanked him and set off in the direction indicated, walking in to find Eliza tending to one of the younger children that had gotten a scrape. The oldest son, Philip, stood in the corner, protectively watching over his little brother. As she entered, Philip's eyes shot to her, wavering a moment before he forced his gaze back to his mother and sibling. There was a look in his eye that Y/N had never seen before.

As Eliza finished up comforting and bandaging the boy, she looked up at Y/N, a small smile gracing her lips as she met her eyes. "Hello, Y/N. Please, come in." Philip sent her one last stare before following the child out of the room. Her attention was turned to the supplies set out on the table, but to her, they appeared to be torture devices. Her deep breath and look of reluctance did not go unnoticed by Eliza, whose curiosity was now peaked. She knew that Y/N was bright, not to mention the fact that she wanted more out of her life than a husband and children. She wanted to get herself a life beyond the tasks of a mother, yet she allowed herself to learn anyway. That took a special kind of person, a kind Eliza knew all too well.

Y/N bit back her political views as she attempted to focus on her needlepoint. It has been about an hour, and she found that all the thoughts and ideas couldn't be stopped from bubbling to the surface. She finally burst at the worst possible time. Alexander stormed into the room, clearly frustrated beyond words. His face was a red that Y/N had yet to see, but Eliza seemed unphased. "How could they be this impossibly stupid?" If he hadn't had Y/N's full attention before, he certainly had it now. Eliza just kindly looked at her husband, a sense of comforting and acceptance. How did she do that? He was seemingly ignoring the young woman in the room, wrongly assuming that he had startled her and that she did not care for politics. "A national bank would give the union a financial improvement, and yet Jefferson and Madison refuse to listen due to their hatred! It is quite simply horrendously and preposterously juvenile and their petty argument, or lack thereof, is unworthy of my precious time." His eyes ablaze with anger, he grunted in response to Eliza's comment that he would do the same.