when you smile {philip hamilton x reader}

c o r r e s p o n d a n c e s

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"Ow!"

I pulled my hand away, wincing in pain, as the red melted wax that I attempted to seal my letter with burned my finger. I looked at my finger. It was as red as the wax itself and blisters were already starting to form.

The letter I had perfectly written was addressed to a dear friend of mine, Theodosia Burr. We had been friends since we were 13. I met her when I was dragged along to one of my father's meetings with Mr. Burr. When I met her, I thought she was boring. She would always say to me: "Talk less (y/n), and smile more." Her father would say the same thing to mine.

Like father, like daughter.

I sighed, knowing that the burn would take time to heal. I got up and headed for the kitchen.

As I walked out of my room and down the stairs I noticed that the small stack of letters on the small chestnut wood desk in the living room.

I stopped, noticing the name on the top letter:

~(Y/N)~

I seemed to forget that my finger was scorched when I picked up the stack of letters.

With my injured hand.

"Ouch!" I said as I dropped the letters. The letters fell to the floor landing in all different directions.

I groaned and knelt down, picking up each letter with my non-injured hand.

When I finished picking up all the letters, I put them back on the desk. I decided that I would read the letter after I attended to my injured finger.

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I finished wrapping the dampened cloth around my finger and went back to the desk in the living room where the letters were still placed in the neat pile that I left them in.

I picked up the letter and shuffled through them to find the one that had my name written on it. But as I shuffled through them, I saw another letter addressed to me. I traced my fingers over my name which was so intricately written.

Maybe it was just another suitor. I thought. I rolled my eyes, skipping past the letter and found the one that I saw earlier.

I found the letter that I saw before I dropped the letters and got a better look at it. It surely wasn't written by another suitor for it had flowers drawn on it.

I turned the letter over and gently slid my finger under the seal, breaking it.

I opened it and started reading the letter,

Dear (Y/n),

Hello! It's me, Angie Hamilton. I just wanted to thank you again for helping me pick out a ribbon for my dress. Sometimes I dislike being Philip's sister. Girls sometimes use me to get to Philip, and when they get to Philip, they drop me and move on. Which, is why I appreciated your true kindness towards me and your wittiness towards my brother. Your reaction towards my brothers' demeanor was different than the others. And I liked it. Are you going to the Spring's Ball? Who are you going with? I hope I can hear back from you soon and I hope we could see each other and talk more.

Au revoir,

Angelica Hamilton

After I read Angie's letter, I honestly felt kinda bad for her. It must be a pain to watch Philip flirt with girls every day and then be left in a store all by your self because your brother wanted to go flirt with girls.

I took the rest of the letters addressed to me and hurried up towards my room.

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I picked up a piece of parchment paper and wrote Angie a reply. Once I was done, folded it and put it aside. I decided to seal it later after I read the second letter.

I turned over the letter and slid my finger under the seal, breaking it. I unfolded the letter and found a letter written by a person who was clearly as educated as I am (and I have a VERY high intelligence).

Dear (Y/n),

I am very pleased to write to you, though you didn't give me permission. It took me almost a week to obtain your address. My pesky sister attempted to conceal it from me but I eventually got a hold of it. I want to apologize for our first encounter. I hope my sister wasn't too much of an annoyance while you were shopping. I was wondering if I could get to know you more. Say, maybe a walk through the park? For I would love to see your beautiful face again. I expect to hear from you soon.

Your Sincerest,

Philip Hamilton

"Ugh," I said as I rolled my eyes in disgust and annoyance. He expects me to write back to him? I don't think so.

Yet, I got another piece of parchment paper, dipped my quill into the ink pot, and began to write my reply.

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After I finished, I leaned back in my chair and sighed in exhaustion. I reached over and picked up the red wax candle and wax seal stamp. I made sure not to burn myself as I pressed the stamp onto the hot molten wax. Once it dried, I gathered up the finished letters and put them in a stack and got up, heading down stairs.

But instead of just leaving the letters for the post man to get them, I decided to personally deliver them.

I went back up to my room to get my navy blue cloak and wrote George a note saying that I was going out for a bit.

I made my way into town, stopping by Theodosia's house first.

I stepped onto their porch and knocked on the door.

The door opened and I was greeted by the ever so lovely, Aaron Burr.

"Why hello (Y/n). It's a pleasure to see you again," Aaron said with the same smile plastered on his face.

"Hello Mr. Burr, it's a pleasure to see you too."

"How can I help you Miss (Y/n)? Would you like me to get Theodosia for you?"

"Oh no thank you, I just came by to drop this off," I handed him the letter.

" I have a couple errands to get to so I'm just stopping by," I said.

"I'll make sure Theodosia gets your letter," Aaron said putting the letter under his arm. I started to back up and turn around.

"Thank you, Mr. Burr!" I called while walking down the pathway. I continued down the sidewalk, heading towards the Hamilton household.

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A/N: hello! i'm sorry for the short and trashy chapter. i'm sick and I really wanted to get a chapter out so I came up with this so i'm sorry. next chapter will be a lot better. sooo yeah. but other than that i'd like to give a shoutout to @MarviAmor @MoonlitSona @lauradreyfs and @ameuana_aphasia for the votes and comments. i really appreciate it. so thank you