Requested?: No
Prompt: 6."I-I'm pregnant." 7. "I'll be here for you, through the dark." 11. "You gotta stop doing that." "Doing what?" "Saying things that make me want to kiss you!"
Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff
Timing: Modern AU
Reader's Relations: John's Sister
Warnings: None If any of this is triggering, please let me know and I'll warn for it next time!
Other notes: You live with John
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I sobbed as I hid myself under the covers, forgetting that I hadn't locked the door to my room.
"(Y/n)? (Y/n), what happened?"
"Hmm."
"What exactly does 'Hmm' mean?" John asked, pulling the covers back so he could see my tear-stained face.
"It means 'None of your fucking business'. Leave me alone, please," I muttered, sending him the middle finger.
"(Y/n), I'm your brother. I am not leaving this room until you tell me."
"I-I'm pregnant," I spoke in an almost whisper, hoping he hadn't heard, but when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I knew he had, "I'll be here for you. Through the dark."
I smiled slightly and dried my eyes, "T-thank you."
"Do you know who the father is?"
I shook my head, "All I know is it's some French guy."
"Okay. That's fine with me. I won't judge you, (Y/n). Anything I can get you?" John asked, his normal cinnamon roll self returning after being concerned about me. I just shook my head, "Not right now, but thank you."
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"What's got you so worked up?"
"Nothing," I replied, looking at my phone for the thousandth time that minute, my leg jittering uncontrollably.
"Something's wrong. John, we're your friends, we can tell when you're bothered by something."
"Okay fine. I'm worried about (Y/n). She went out this morning and said she'd text me when she was nearly home. I still have not received that text, and I can't help but think that something has happened," I answered, wracking my hands through my hair.
"Oh."
"Really? That's all you say?"
Before anything else could be said, there was the sound of a door opening and some muttering. Then I heard a familiar voice, "Uncle John! Look what Mumm-" the young girl cut herself off before dashing out the same way she'd come.
YOUR POV
"Mummy! Why didn't you tell me Uncle John had people over!"
"Huh? What are you talking about, Sweetie?" I asked, bending down to Marié's level, and wiping the tears from her eyes.
"There's people sitting in the living room with Uncle John and I don't know who they are, or that they would be here!"
"It's okay, Sweetie. We can ask your Uncle about it," I replied, picking her up and walking into the living room, "John?"
"(Y/n)! I'm so glad you're alright! Why didn't you text me?!"
"Phone died," I replied. I'll put it on charge when I go upstairs. Sorry."
"Mon ami, are you going to introduce us to this belle famme here or are we going to have to make assumptions?"
"Oh sorry. This is (Y/n). My little sister. (Y/n), Meet my friends; Alexander, but we all just call him Alex," John spoke, pointing to a relatively short guy with dark brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, "Hercules," a taller male with a bandana wrapped around his head, and "And Lafayette. His name is too long, so we all just call hi-" John stopped talking when I let out a small gasp and turned around, running out of the room and up to my bedroom, letting myself slide down the door once inside and muttering to myself.
JOHN'S POV
"Do you have something to say, Laf?"
"Whatever do you mean, Mon ami? I've never seen her before."
"Then why'd she run off the minute she made eye contact with you?" I asked, turning to him, raising an eyebrow, "She knows you."
I could tell he was trying to wrack his brain, when I felt an arm wrap around my legs, "Uppy!" I bent down and picked Marié up. As the five-year-old started to play with my hair, I continued to stare Laf down. Then it clicked, "Laf, don't tell me... You don't happen to be Marié's father, do you?"
"Mon ami, that is an absurd thought. I told you already I have never met ta souer before. How could that even happen?"
I sighed and sat down on the sofa again, Marié now happily sitting in my lap, "Laf, like how you can tell when something is worrying me, I can tell when you're lying. (Y/n) knows you."
Before he could reply, my phone pinged. I picked it up and looked at the message to see it was from (Y/n): "Can you ask Lafayette to come upstairs? He deserves to know..."
"Laf, my sister wants to talk to you. You 'deserve to know' something."
YOUR POV
By the time I sent John a message, I was sitting on my bed, wracking my hands through my hair That's when I heard a knock on the door, "Excuse moi, may I come in?"
"Yes," I responded, trying to calm myself down.
"(Y/n)... John thought of something downstairs.."
"Yes. You're Marié's father. I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you, but I didn't know I was pregnant until I got back to America, and by that point, it was too late. "C-Could you ever forgive me?" I muttered, my shoulders wracking with the sobs I was letting out.
"Mon ami," he replied, bending down in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders comfortingly, "I should be the one asking for your forgiveness. I am the one who got you pregnant, and I haven't done anything to help with the result of it."
"You didn't know she existed, Laf," I muttered, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek, "You've got to stop doing that, you know."
"Doing what?"
"Doing things that make me want to kiss you," I answered, my face going bright red.
"Y-you want to kiss moi?"
"Y-yeah. Honestly, when we met in France, I fell in love with you, and the night Marié happened, I wasn't actually that drunk. I'm sorry if this is creeping you out, I mean, I'm just your friend's sister now. The past is the past, right?" Instead of a response, Laf just removed a hand from my shoulder and placed it on my cheek, "Mon ami, may I kiss you?"
And... my face was bright red again, "Y-you feel the same?" Again, there was no verbal response, only a nod. I nodded back and leaned in, kissing him, soon finding myself lying down on my bed, Laf hovering over me.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"
I immediately broke off at the sound of my brother's voice, as I turned to see his face; red with anger, "LAF THAT IS MY SISTER!"
"Et c'est ma petite amie," Laf replied, causing me to blush for the third time in ten minutes. Due to my French knowledge, I knew he'd just called me his girlfriend.
"Fine. You hurt her, you're dead, Laf."
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"Marié, how would you feel about getting a little sibling?" I asked the now eight-year-old as I fiddled with the ring on my left finger. Her face immediately lit up, "Really?!"
I nodded and she squealed, running off happily, probably to tell her friends. I stood up, however, I could feel eyes boring into me from behind, "Why are you asking Marié that specific question, (Y/n)?"
"Because fuck you, that's why, John. My love life is none of your business."
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Finally back to writing Hamilton oneshots hehe.
