Pairing: George Washington x Reader
Trigger Warnings: None I don’t think other than badly google translated French, a lot of dialogue, not one of my best buuuut whatever lol
Inspired by this post by @i-am-a-person-a
Thanks for everyone who followed, love y'all!! This one’s a little different, kinda more fun than sad or angsty. A lot of it is just solidifying George’s character, so I’ll probably do another one soon lol
Alexander walked into his new job with high hopes, clutching a briefcase in one hand and buttoning his suit jacket with the other. He quit the job at his old law firm, mostly out of pride, partially out of lack of passion. He couldn’t work somewhere where the employees didn’t love their job. And he hated his extremely rude asshole of a boss. Almost immediately, he was offered a job at Washington Law Firm, which he graciously accepted.
He knew most of the lawyers there, and was friends with them. John Laurens dealt with biological cases, Marquis de Lafayette was assigned international cases, Hercules Mulligan with domestic cases, so on and so forth. Of course, there were lawyers he didn’t like. Like Thomas Jefferson. His rival since freshman year of college.
But he was determined to make the best of it.
“Alexander, hey!” John shook his hand as Alex arrived. “Finally decided to move to the dark side, huh?” They both laughed, rejoicing in their rekindled friendship. “Please,” Alex started, “If anything, this is the light side. Don’t get me started on Adams.”
“Is that Hamilton I hear?” A French accent called. Out of another office walked Lafayette and Mulligan, eager to see their college buddy. “Lafayette, comment avez-vous été?”
“Aussi bien que tout Français en Amérique.”
“Je jure que vous aimez l'Amérique plus que les Américains.”
“Guys, you know I don’t speak French.” Mulligan groaned jokingly. They all laughed as he greeted Hercules with a, “Hey, man, what’s up?”
As they were all mingling, a tall man stepped out of his office, files and folders in hand. He glanced around, his face stoic, before walking towards the reception desk. Alex looked over at him in awe, “Is that-”
“Yep. That’s the CEO, George Washington.” Mulligan answered, lowering his voice to a whisper. Washington was a strong, buff looking man with the expression that reminded someone of a rhinoceros, very hard and stern. “He served in the military for a few years before becoming a lawyer.”
“I don’t think I’ve even seen him smile.”
“Oui, me, as well, mon ami.”
“He can’t be that bad.” Alex rolled his eyes, looking back at his friends. “He’s not a bad person. Just… intimidating.” John replied.
Then, Washington’s expensive shoes clicked against the tiled floor as he made his way over to the group. “Alexander Hamilton, I presume?”
“At your service, sir.” Alex replied, firmly shaking his hand. He could feel the callouses in Washington’s hand from years of service. “I’ve got some cases for you, if you’re ready.” George said.
“Have the paperwork done by the end of week, on my desk.” George handed Alex all of the files and folders, causing his eyes to widen. “The end of the week?” He asked.
Washington’s eyebrow quirked up, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. “Unless you’ve got some other job to be doing all week, in which case I can find someone else to do yours.”
Alexander quickly shook his head, “No, sir.”
George gave him a firm nod, “Good.”
As Washington walked away, Alexander stood shocked, staring the work before him. The guys all patted him on the back. “I almost lost my job on the first day.” Alex said to himself. “Don’t feel bad.” Lafayette consoled. “He’s just in a bad mood because his girlfriend is out of state.”
“That man has a girlfriend? How is she not terrified?” Alex asked.
“We’ve never met her, but we’ve heard the receptionist talk about her.” John said. “She, apparently, is the exact opposite of Washington.”
“Maybe she’ll be at the luncheon in a couple months.” Mulligan mentioned.
“As much as I love to gossip about my boss’s girlfriend, I have paperwork to do.” Alex excused himself from the group. He walked to his office at a calm pace, only slowing to sneer at the office with Jefferson’s name on the door.
Hours later, after everyone had left, he was still sitting at his desk. As he pulled on his own hair while signing a piece paper and moving on to the next case, he muttered, “Washington’s girlfriend needs to come home right now.”
It didn’t take very long for Alexander and George to become acquainted, just a few months. It also didn’t take long for George to realize Alexander was very opinionated, and had almost no self control. “Hamilton, my office, now.”
Alexander walked in and closed the door behind him after assuring his friends that it was nothing. “Sir, you and I both know Jefferson started this war.”
“And I’m leaving it up to you to end it, Alexander.”
“Look, we have this luncheon coming up for the merger and I need everyone on their best behavior, especially my right hand man.” George reasoned with him. Washington Law Firm was then merging with the Schuyler Firm in order to expand their reach around New York City. “Yes, sir.” Alexander nodded glumly. “When’s that thing again?”
“Yes, the luncheon, when is it?”
“It’s tomorrow.” George deadpanned. Alexander started laughing, only stopping when he realized Washington wasn’t laughing with him. “You’re not laughing?”
“When have you ever seen me laugh, Hamilton?”
“Bring Eliza. She’s probably the only one who can actually control you.”
Alexander nodded, looking down at Washington’s desk. He noticed a picture. It was Washington, actually smiling. His face was pressed up against a woman’s; she had Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, and a dazzling smile. “Is that your sister, sir?” He asked, nodding to the picture.
Washington looked down at the picture. He had to will himself not to smile at the picture of you, remembering the day it was taken, “That’s my girlfriend.”
Hamilton’s eyes widened. “Your girlfriend?”
“Am I not allowed to date, Alexander?”
“No, sir. I mean, yes, sir. I mean-”
“Go finish your paperwork, Hamilton.”
Alexander and the guys, along with the Schuyler sisters, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy were sitting at a table, observing the guests at the luncheon. They were all giddy to see Washington’s girlfriend, who’d been the subject of many, many bets. “Ten bucks on her being a female Washington.” Angelica said.
“No way! She’s probably really nice.” John disagreed. “Nicer than the General?” Mulligan joked, using his secret nickname. “Impossible.”
“Guys, look! There he is!”
You and George had just checked your coats in before walking into the dining hall. George looked over at your grinning lips before pecking them, a small smile breaking out on his own. “Calm down, Y/N, it’s not that exciting.”
“Are you kidding? I get to meet all of your work friends.” You said happily. You almost tripped over your own feet, your heels not allowing you to walk as fast as you’d like. “You mean my employees?” He chuckled.
“Eh, same difference.”
As you drank from the glass of champagne that your boyfriend offered you, you saw two men standing off to the side, casually glancing at the both of you. “So,” You said, “Introduce me to people.” You smiled. “I want to be in the know.”
“It’s a law firm, babe, not a soap opera.”
“Just do it.” You laughed, practically dragging him over to the two men. “Lafayette, Hamilton, this is my girlfriend, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” George introduced you lovingly with a smile plastered on his face.
That was what you loved about George. He didn’t feel the need to show you off; you showed yourself off (which was actually you showing him off, but he didn’t need to know that). He would just stand back and smile, watching you as if you were the only woman in the world. And to him, you were. As long as you were with him, he didn’t need anyone or anything else. He was as faithful as they come.
“It’s a pleasure, mademoiselle.” Lafayette lightly shook your hand. “Pardon my asking,” Alex started, “But how do you get him to smile? I’ve been trying for months.” He joked. Washington cleared his throat loudly, causing Alex to straighten up quickly. You laughed and hit George’s arm, “Stop it!” You told him. You turned to Alexander, “I didn’t know a smile was such a rare occurrence for Mr. Washington.”
George’s cheeks heated up, the blush fanning across his face. “This is the first time any of us have seen him smile, l'honneur de scout.” Lafayette grinned.
“I’ll have to work on that then.” You beamed. You intertwined you fingers with George’s before turning to him, “Come on, baby, I want to meet more people.”
George barely had time to say goodbye to the laughing pair before Y/N pulled him towards another group of people.
And that was what he loved about you. You were so happy, bubbly, and outgoing. He felt like he could do anything with you by his side. You were always the strong back bone pushing him in the right direction, in business and in his personal life. Whenever he needed to smile, you made sure he did by doing one thing: being yourself.
About an hour later, George was pulling you into an empty hallway. “George, what are you doing? I was going to talk to Eliza.”
“I just want a minute alone with you.” He said, leaving kisses all around your face. You giggled, “Ohh, Mr. Washington is starting a scandal.” You joked. “Shut up and kiss me.” He chuckled.
With that, you closed the gap and your lips molded together. The never ending sparks of your relationship pulsed through both your bodies. You felt his love for you in such a simple, yet passionate kiss. If you weren’t excited and happy, you probably would’ve cried. You finally found someone who you loved, and who loved you back. You were convinced that nothing could be better than that moment.
That is, until he proposed twenty minutes later.
That was probably better. Probably.