Hamilton X Reader

Philip Hamilton X Reader

Yo dudes..... can you give me some ideas or prompts
Thanks
Btw ur an offspring of Aaron burr (sir)

      How should I put this? Let's see.... ah yes. Philip Hamilton is a walking God. With his frizzy hair, freckled face, and dashing good looks, he had stolen Y/N Burr's heart. Although forbidden, Y/N still thought about the poet nonstop. He was quite a flirt, and had a strange obsession with turtles, but that's besides the point.
      This is the story about how a young girl falls in love with "the enemy" as their father would say.
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         Y/N Point of View

   I excitedly open up my present as my father gently smiles from his velvet chair. It was my 13th birthday and my father and Theodosia had thrown me a small party. I pulled out a quill and a pot of pure black ink. I immediately set the pot and quill down as I jump up to give my dad a hug
    "Oh thank you so much daddy!" I squealed as I wrapped my short arms around him tightly.
    "It's not a problem my dear Y/N!" He smiles down at me, tears brimming his eyes. "Oh how they grow up so fast." He muttered under his voice. Theodosia joined in on the hug, and father wrapped his arms around the both of us promising the world to us.

*time skip to summer, brought to you by my laziness*

  I skip down they dirt road as the sun beamed on my head. It was a hot summer day, which made me extremely uncomfortable in my long sleeved dress. I panted and walked over to the nearest tree, plopping down in the overly green grass. I fanned myself with my hand, wishing I could change into more comfortable clothing. I looked around at my surroundings. Beside me was the dirt side walk, and on the other side of my was a quaint cottage. In the distance I saw a small boy who looked around my age. I clapped my hands with joy. Maybe I could make friends with him. I pranced to him through the pleasant smelling grass and stopped right beside him. He seemed intensely concentrated on plucking grass from the ground. I tapped his shoulder and he whipped around. He has the most beautiful eyes that shined brighter then any sunrise. His hair was a coily mess, and he had freckles scattered amongst his face. He seemed to have burned red cheeks from the sun.
    "Hi my name is Philip! I'm a poet!" He cheerily introduced himself. Y/N blushed and fiddled with her hands behind her back.
    "H-hi my names y-y-y/n, and I'm a writer." You said. He grinned and hopped up off the dirt.
    "Wanna come inside? My mom's making stew?" Without giving her a chance to answer, Philip dragged Y/N inside the house. "Hey mom I made a new friend! Her name is Y/N!" For a short beat you and Philip heard his mom gasp.
    "Oh well, that's nice honey. Can you and your friend find Alex?" Philip's grin grew wider.
    "Sure thing mom!" He raced to the back of the house, with Y/N being dragged behind. "Hey dad lunch is almost ready, and I have a friend over to eat!" Alexander, still scratching his quill against the paper, replied with
    "What's his name Philip?"
    "It's not a he dad. It's a she." Alexander turned around and his mouth flew open. He left his seat and said
     "Yes okay Philip. Well uh, let's get to lunch shall we?"

        They all sat at the table in awkward silence, except Philip who kept coming up with jokes to try and make Y/N.
     "So, uh, Y/N, who are you?" Alexander asks, with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
    "I live down the block. My father is Aaron Burr." She let the words glide out. Alexander dropped his fork onto his plate.

"Get out of my house please"

Yeet part two coming soon