Why Don't We Imagines and Preferences *ON HIATUS*

Helpless (Corbyn)

(A/n: If you don't know anything about Hamilton: An American Musical, this might make absolutely no sense. So, I would just skip this one. If you do know about Hamilton, message me or something because pretty much none of my friends know about it)

You entered the ballroom with your sisters Angelica and Peggy at your side. You weren't expecting anything particularly good to come of the night, but Angelica said it would be good for you to get out of the house. 

You watched Angelica and Peggy dancing with some other boys and you let out a small giggle as you watched how much fun they seemed to be having. 

A few soldiers asked you to dance and you kindly accepted, even though they were almost never anyone you would consider going out with. That was, at least, until Corbyn walked in. 

As soon as you met his gaze, you could feel your heart seem to go "boom." You quickly ran to Angelica, interrupting her dance with Lafayette, one of the soldier boys. (yes, I ship them together)  You pointed silently to Corbyn, who's name you didn't actually know yet, and said, "Yo, this one's mine". She smirked at you before walking gracefully over to Corbyn. You immediately began to feel your face get hot. What was she going to do? Was she going to tell him that I like him? You thought to your self. Whatever Angelica decided to do, you soon saw Corbyn turn back to look at you, a smile appearing on his face. A few moments later, he and Angelica were walking toward you. He introduced himself with a bow and a kiss on your hand. 

"Y/n Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you." You said, smiling. 

"Schuyler?" He asked, looking to Angelica. 

"My sister!" She said, a proud smile on her face. 

"Thank you for all your service."

"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it."

"I'll leave you to it." Angelica said before walking away. 

Just a week later, you were writing another letter to Corbyn. You had been writing back and forth since the ball. It seemed that after you got a letter back from him, your life got a little bit better. 

About two weeks later, you were pacing back and forth in the living room, impatiently awaiting your father's answer. Corbyn had proposed and, of course, you were hoping and praying that your father would approve. He then walked across the room to Corbyn. You felt your heart beat speed up. This could completely destroy your relationship. But, you didn't need to worry. Your father shook Corbyn's hand and said, "Be true." And Corbyn turned back to you with a huge smile on his face. You ran into his arms and grinned into his shoulder. 

A few weeks after, you were prepared to be happily married to the love of your life. Corbyn Besson.

(A/n: I know this is pretty short, but I thought it was cute. I am a freaking huge Hamilfan and I was listening to Helpless and this idea came to me. It was originally a preference but I couldn't think of all five, I only could think of 3 so... If you want I could do some other Hamilton inspired ones for other boys though)