Random One - shots

Just like my father and brother (Hamiltonfam x reader)

Years passed and Philip Hamilton turned into a fine young man at 19 years old. Even though there was a huge age gap between Philip and Y/N, they grew closer and was stuck by the hip. The resemblance was uncanny between the two especially when Y/N turned 9 years old which was today.

As Philip sat at the piano, his fingers danced across the keys, coaxing out a melody that filled the room with nostalgia. This was the piece that his mother taught him when he was a young boy and now it was his turn to teach it to his beloved younger sister.

Y/N sat beside his brother, her feet swinging lightly as she watched in awe.

"Okay, Y/N" Philip said, glancing over at her with a gentle smile.

"Let's try it together now. Remember, start with your right hand on these keys."
Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes bright with excitement.

She placed her small fingers on the keys as Philip guided her through the notes.

"Un deux trois quatre Cinq six sept huit neuf."

Together, they played a simple tune, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"You're doing great, Y/N" Philip encouraged,

Y/N furrowed her brow in concentration, her fingers moving slowly to find the correct keys.

"Good! Un deux trois quatre Cinq six sept huit neuf."

With Philip's patient guidance, she began to piece together the melody, her face lighting up with joy as her heard the music come together.

"One two three four five six seven eight nine!"

"There you go!" Philip exclaimed, his heart swelling with pride as he watched his sister's progress. "You're a natural,Y/N"

Y/N beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thanks, Philip! I couldn't do it without you."

Philip chuckled softly as, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Anytime, my dear little sister."

"Oh! I almost forgot Philip! I wrote a poem. I've been practicing all day." Y/N exclaimed, waving a piece of paper that she had hidden.

Philip took the paper from her hands and smoothed it out, scanning the words with a gentle expression. As he read, a warm smile spread across his face and a memory stir.

"Y/N" Philip said with a grin, "This poem is too good to keep just between us. Let's share it with Ma and Pa. They'll love it!"

Y/N's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? You think so, Philip?"

"Absolutely" he replied, nodding. "Come on, let's join them in the living room."

They hurried out of the room, Y/N practically skipping with anticipation. Philip followed close behind.

"Ma!Pa!" Philip called out as they entered the living room.

Alexander looked up from reading the newspaper and Eliza rushed in from the kitchen.

"What is it, darlings?" Eliza asked

Philip gestured to Y/N, who stood beside him, clutching her poem tightly in her hands. "Your daughter is nine years old today. She has something she'd like to say. She's been practicing all day. Y/N, take it away."

My name is Y/N.
I am a poet.
I wrote this poem just to show it.
And I just turned nine.
In a little book, I wrote these rhymes.

My brother Philip, tall and strong,
Plays piano with me all day long.
I want to be like him when I grow up
He's my older brother, who always picks me up.

My Ma, Eliza, kind and sweet
Her hugs and kisses can't be beat.
She's always there to dry my tears,
And chase away all of my fears.

My Pa, Alexander, oh so wise,
With a twinkle in his eyes.
He tells me stories, big and grand,
And guides me with a steady hand.

So here's my rhyme, just for you.
Our family's love is always true.
With love and laughter, we'll always be.
The happiest family, just wait and see!

By the time she finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. Alexander and Eliza exchanged proud glances, their hearts overflowing with love for their talented daughter.

"That was absolutely beautiful, Y/N" Eliza said, her voice choked with emotion as she pulled her daughter into a tight embrace.

Alexander nodded in agreement, a proud smile on his face. "You have a gift, Y/N. Never stop writing."

Y/N beamed up at her parents, her heart overflowing with happiness.
"You know, Eliza, that poem reminded me of when Philip was just a little boy" Alexander said chuckling at the memory.

Eliza nodded, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "Oh, yes! I remember when he used to recite his own 'poetry' to us. It's quite... creative."

Philip grinned sheepishly, recalling his childhood antics. "Hey, I was a poet in the making as well!"

Y/N giggled, imagining her older brother as a young boy full of artistic flair. "Did you recite poems like mine, Philip?"

"Well" Philip began, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "mine were more... experimental. Let's just say they were an acquired taste."

Alexander laughed heartily, patting Philip on the back. "Indeed they were, son. But just like you, Y/N has a knack for expressing herself through words."

Y/N beamed at the comparison, feeling proud to be likened to her older brother, even if it meant inheriting his quirky creativity.

"I want to be just like Pa and Philip when I grow up!" Y/N exclaimed

Philip's eyebrows shot up in surprise, while Alexander and Eliza exchanged amused glances. "Really, Y/N?" Alexander asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Y/N nodded eagerly, her gaze unwavering. "Yeah! Philip and Pa, you're both so kind and smart. The best brother and father I could ever have."

Philip's heart swelled with pride at his sister's words, a warm smile spreading across his face. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me Y/N. Thank you"

Alexander pulled Y/N into a tight hug, his eyes shining with pride. "We'd be honored if you grew up to be anything like us, my dear. But always remember to be the best version of yourself."

Y/N hugged them both back tightly, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging enveloping her. "I will, Pa and I'll make you all proud, just like Philip does."

Eliza watched as the scene unfolds with so much love and gratitude. Her family is happy and together and that is enough.