Hamilton oneshots

Philip x reader

(Requested by whothrewawayhershot )

- Reader POV-
I waited for the mail carrier to come a deliver me my mail. I decided to doze off for a bit. Then I suddenly feel strong hands wrap around me.

Some time has passed and I have a calm- yet unsettling feeling. I dart my eyes open to see my childhood best friend, and crush, Philip Hamilton. He is lying next to me. Sleeping.

I examine his form, so peaceful, so handsome. As I fantasize I realize something. Isn't Philip supposed to be in New York? Why is he here, in London, laying next to me?

I stare at him then the wall, trying to connect the dots. I hear a chuckle exit his form. He is looking at me with a smirk plastered on his face. "Surprise." He said somewhat sarcastic. "What are you doing here?!" I asked obviously shocked. " I came here for you, I saw you asleep around the corner where the mail is usually dropped off, so I brought you back here." He said Cooley, " It was kinda like you were waiting for me~!" He purred.

I rolled my eyes at his assumption, "No I wasn't waiting for you. I was waiting to get my mail, from you" I mumble the last part. Philip began laughing at me again. As he mocked me, clearly he heard the last part, I said what came to my mind.

"So, then why are you here? Your family's in New York City and here you are in London." Raise an eyebrow, he was silent. "Oh, how the tables have turned," I smirked. "What's the matter? Did you forget your lines?" I fake pout.

Then out of the blue, he grabs my shoulders and forces me down on the bed, him now on top of me. "You asked for it, I didn't want to have to do this, but you've given me no choice!" He smiled.

As fast as lightning, he struck my abdomen with his hands. As he was tickling me I couldn't hold in the laughter swelling up. I bursted out laughing and giggling at the terrible torturer that was forced upon me. He smiled and dodged all my weak attempts to punch him and my legs struggling to not curl up in a ball.

Finally, he stopped, "Ok that is enough." He got off me and then grabbed my arm to help me up. I punched his arm, "Sorry," I sputter, "I thought you were trying to tickle me again!" I said a little anxious. "It's fine, so you wanna go for a walk?" He asked.

His eyes always had a little glow. When I point this out to other girls, they claim his eyes never sparkle for them. Almost every girl has a crush on him. Even me.

I am aware I'm his best friend, but to me, that makes it a better chance for love. We both have the same interest in things and we would be compatible enough to live together.

"Sure," I say. "I'd like that." As we walk in comfortable silence I can't help but think if he feels the same as I do. He has always been the flirt of the block, but never to me. He never tried to flirt with me. Yes, there was some sexual jokes between each other here and there, but that's natural. Right?

An elderly woman comes by, "How cute, how long have you been courting this beautiful young lady?" She turns toward Philip. As he explained that we were just best friends, she suddenly points down, "What about this." She states smiling. I look down to see us holding hands. I blush but for some reason, I don't pull away.

We continue walking passing up the woman. We decided to sit on a bench and look at the view. It was beautiful. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my hand he was holding to budge. We just sat there. I felt my eyes get heavy. I look up to see the stars. I felt Philip's gaze on me. As blush crept it's way to my face, Philip broke the silence.

"You look cute when you blush." He said flatly. More blush made it's way to my face, "N-n-no! I-I'm n-not c-c-cute..." I began to shudder. "S-see, just look at this!!" I paused having my hand's jester around my body, "T R A S H." I spell out. Philip was about to say something, but I cut him off not knowing,

"I mean, my thighs, ugh! Don't get me started! And my hairs always messy! I'm beginning to-" A pair of soft lips were met with mine. Slowly yet surely I sank into the kiss as well.

We both pulled away slightly panting. I stared helplessly into his beautiful glowing eyes.

"You must be more stupid than ever if you think that!" He whispered/ yelled. "I know you're clumsy and all, I don't think you could hit your head that hard." He said. "The hell is that supposed to mean?!" I say getting up only to get pimp slapped by a branch. I immediately sit back down, Philip stared at me, almost amazed by the little show that just played. I cross my arms and give him a small death glare. He slyly puts one arm around my shoulder. I'm. So. Confused.

First, he kisses me, then he Laughs at me being assaulted by a freaking tree, and now he puts his arm around me?

What.

I glare at him with a confused expression, and he returns the favor. Slowly it becomes a stare down. From a distance, I guess we'd look like a 'cute' couple. But up close... No. We just sat there squinting like creeps.

I can't lose to him. I think of ways to make him blink. I get it. I lean closer to him, slamming my own lips into his. He shut his eyes about 5 seconds into the kiss. I pull back and I get up, particularly avoiding that branch that hit me.

"Well I won and it is getting late, you can stay out here longer if you want, but I need my beauty sleep!" I yawned.

I still felt his gaze, even after I was out of his eyesight. I open the door and go into my room to change, then sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*EXTRA*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

- Philip POV-

I sat there, now staring at nothing. Why her? I've known her for a million years! She is one of the things I know like my own mind!

I turn my head and look down at my hands. "So, you aren't courting her." I spin my head to see the woman from earlier. "Sadly not." I reply. I could just smell the disappointment in that sentence. I look back at the ground. "Her name?" The lady questioned.

"(Y/N) (L/N)." I almost swoon over her name. Her name! A name I've heard my entire life!

She places her hand down on the bench. "Make your move before someone else does." She states then turns over to leave. Silence. It was unsettling to be by yourself, with your thoughts.

I look over at the empty spot next to me, I see a small golden ring, and I pick it up and drop it in my pocket.