Broadway Characters One Shots

philip hamilton-hamilton

Fighting violence with violence is hardly the answer to any solution. 

My whole life, my father taught me that war is the pavement to success. My mother, Alice, taught me the complete opposite. She believed kindness was the key to solving a problem. I listened to her more than my father growing up.

But all my beliefs changed when I met a certain boy. We were 16 years old, when I was body slammed at a farmers market by a running boy.

"Oh, miss! I'm so sorry." I hear a voice from above me, my body aching from falling so violently on the pavement. I open my eyes, the only thing visible in the bright sunlight was a silhouette of a tall boy with voluminous curls. I hesitantly feel a warm hand cover mine, and gently pull me up. 

"Are you okay?" He tilts his head down at me, now hundreds of light freckles and gorgeous eyes are visible on his face. 

"Y-Yes. Are you?" I brush the dirt off my light blue and white dress.

"Yeah. I'm so sorry for...uh, bumping into you." He nervously rubs the palms of his hands on his pants, looking all over my face and body. 

"That's all right," I giggle, picking up my empty basket. "Why were you running?" I smile at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"Well...I'm off to see a play at the theater. I'm late...but, w-would you want to join me?" He grins, exhaling nervously.

I glance behind me, seeing as though my parents had left a few minutes ago.

"Sure." I grin, as he loops my arm around his. I look up at his caramel complexions, in awe at the beauty behind his eyes.

"I'm Philip, by the way. Hamilton." He nods, swallowing hard.

"Y/N Y/L/N." I introduce myself with a grin.

"Wait...Y/L/N? Your father..." He furrows his brows, thinking and talking slow.

"Hates your father." I laugh, finishing his sentence. He chuckles to as we walk quickly to the theater.

"Well I'm sure you're the kindest Y/L/N in your family." He smiles down at me, his eyes shining with flecks of gold in them. 

I never thought that I'd see his eyes go dark in that moment. It's as though his soul left his body, and his eyes were just dull and cold. 

We were 19 years old now, Philip just fresh out of college now. He likes to remind me that he graduated from King's College, and I did not. 

"Philip, you know my father would never send me to university. Why are you convinced that'll change?" I chuckle, Philip and I talking beneath a shady tree in the park.

"Because I'm all for change! I'm tired of us living in a strict world with endless rules, and too many boundaries. I want to get outta here, and live that world." He beams, ranting with passion.

"You are your fathers son." I snicker, our shoulders brushing as we sit side by side in the sweet spring grass. 

"And you are your mothers daughter." He teases me, our faces now inches apart. I bite my lip in a smile, shaking my head with a chuckle. Phillip hesitantly takes my hand in his, holding it gently. I look into his mocha eyes, which are staring right into my (Y/E/C) eyes.

"What do you say we get married, Y/N?" He says softly, gazing into my eyes with a small grin. 

My eyes widen with surprise, my whole body buzzing with nerves and excitement.

"What?! Phillip, we both just turned 19!" I smile, exhaling the bubbling nerves.

"That doesn't mean anything!" He hold my hand with both his hands now, holding them close to his chest. "If anything, it confirms how much I..." He trails off, a soft blush covering his cheeks.