Hamilton One Shots

Meet the Family (Reader x Moderen!Philip)

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(Y/N) clutched the bottle of wine to her stomach as her other hand hovered above the door bell. Should she do it? Ring the bell? What was the worst that could happen besides her getting yelled off the lawn?

       Many things, many things worse could happen.

Regaining the courage it took to her to pull into the driveway, she pressed it. Not even a second later, footsteps could be heard rushing down the stairs. She heard them come closer to the door fast, like they were running. She clutched the bottle closer to herself and bit her lip. What if they didn't like her? What if they kicked her out? What if-

Her thoughts where cut off when the door was ripped open to reveal a very handsome man with a huge smile plastered on his face. "(Y/N)!" He cheered. His face was tinted the slightest red, his curly chestnut hair was disheveled, and he was panting. She gave him a questioning look.

"Where you..."

"Running to get the door? Yeah, sorry. It's a very, very big house and I wanted to make sure I was the one to see you first."

She chuckled at his childishness. " It is big." She said as she looked around his shoulder to see the big hall inside. "That's what she sa..." He started but stopped when he saw the look she was giving him. "Ummm..." He cleared his throat, "Would you like to come in?" He asked.

She shrugged and looked around the extravagant porch. There was frost accumulating on the windows from the winter air. She smiled and looked back at him. "I don't know, its pretty nice out here." she stated. He raised an eyebrow at her noticing her shivering from the cold.

He took the bottle of wine from her hands and sat it down inside on the tabe next to the door. He turned back to her to be met with a raised eyebrow. He smiled mischievously at her before scooping her into his arms. "Hey!" She protested.

"Put me down!" She yelled, earning herself a laugh. "I'd never let you go." He replied, nuzzling his face to her neck.

She sighed and fell limp in his arms. He took her inside and kicked the door closed with his foot. He brought her to a couch and sat her down on the soft cousins. "Damn Hamilton, what are these couches made out of, memory foam?" She asked as she sunk into the cushion. He went back over to the table to grab the wine bottle. "Hell I don't know, that's a question for my mother. Probably imported from some country in Asia or something." He said, making her laugh.

"Mr. Hamilton you mother would like to know when your guest arri..." A man in a black vest said as he saw the two then he smiled. "I'll notify her sir." He said, truing away. (Y/N) frowned as she sat up on the couch. "Who was that?" She questioned.

"That was Eric, he's a servant of ours. I don't know how he does it. If I had to work for my father I would have quick the first day." He said with a chuckle until he saw her distraught face. "What's wrong?" He asked as he sat down next to her and slung his arm over her shoulder.

"What if your parents dont like me, Philip?" She asked him with a worried look on her face. He pulled her closer to him in a hug. "Darling, who wouldn't love you? You're amazing!" he stated. He could feel a slight smile form on her face pressed against his chest.

"The same could be said about you." She mumbled into his soft shirt. He smiled and rested his chin atop her head. "Anyway, their approval does not matter to me, you are the only person I care about."

(Y/N) smiled as she pulled away from him, she leaned in close to his face, their lips just inches apart. "Is that so?" She questioned him. He smiled and came closer to her face. "It is." he moved in for a kiss but a familiar voice stopped him. "Son, are you going to introduce us to your friend?" They asked.

Philip and (Y/N) turned their heads to look at the two people standing in the archway leading down the hall. The woman who had spoken had a smirk on her face and her eyes were kind. The man beside her however, had his lips drawn into a fine line and his eyes were emotionless. Philip stood from the couch and offered his hand to (Y/N). She took it and kept hold of it as she stood beside him.

"Mother... Father." He said in a tighter tone than the one he had used with (Y/N). "This is my girlfriend of three years, (Y/N) Jefferson." He said giving her an encouraging smile. (Y/N) stepped forward and out stretched her hand for them to take. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, Philip has told me so much about you!"

Mr. Hamilton looked coldly at (Y/N)'s hand. "Likewise. So we finally meet after all this time." Mr. Hamilton looked her in the eyes with disgust. (Y/N) laughed lightly in an attempt to also lighten the mood. "Sorry about that. There was always some scheduled conflicts when it came to meeting you." She lied. The truth was that she had asked Philip to introduce her to his parents after they had been dating for a year but he had always given her an excuse as to not see them. She had started to feel like they didn't exist.

But in front of her they stood, and his father didn't see me to happy with her presents. Mr. Hamilton looked her up and down, scanning (Y/N)'s outfit. She wore a knee high dress that had a flowery skirt that fluffed out at the bottom. The top was plain white. Mr. Hamilton scoffed. "You could have any woman you want, Philip. And you choose the one girl I never want near you or this family?" He looked accusingly at her son.

"And now you bring this whore into my house and expect me to believe you love her? Son come to your senses, can't you see she only wants you so her father can get to us?" He told him, leaving the two speechless. Mrs. Hamilton cleared her throat. "Dear, maybe we give the girl a chance before we start to jud..." her voice trailed off as she saw the look her husband gave her.

Philip straightened his stance. "Father, mother is right, just give her a chance. (Y/N) is a wonderful person and she has no intentions to plot your demise with her father." He said as he protectively snaked his arm around (Y/N)'s waist.

(Y/N) gave a weak smile, trying to ignore the fact that her boyfriend's father just called her a whore. "It is true, Mr. Hamilton. Your son is amazing to me and I love him more than anything in this world.

Mr. Hamilton scoffed again and stuck his nose up at her. "I want this woman out of my house!" He demanded to his son. "You bring this whore here and her cheap wine." He looks at the bottle on the table. "And you expect us to be happy with the fact that you choose this hooligan over the dozens of women we handed you."He pointed towards the door. "Get out of my house, and do not contact my son again."

(Y/N)was speechless she felt tears forming in her eyes as she took in the harsh words the man had said to her. She just wanted to sit down and have a nice evening with her boyfriend and soon to be husband's parents but instead she got a lecture and called names.

(Y/N)looked to Philip who was giving her a sad look. (Y/N) gritted her teeth and blinked away the tears burying her vision.

"I am sorry you feel that way, Mr. Hamilton. But I do love your so dearly and there is nothing you can say to make me change my mind." She said with a sweet smile. She grabbed her bottle of wine and in the other hand held Philip's arm. "So I'll just take my 'cheap wine' and the man I intend to marry one day and take my leave."

Mr. Hamilton scoffed. "The nerve of-"

(Y/N) waved to him as she dragged Philip to the door. "It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Hamilton. I hope we can do it again sometime." She stepped outside and closed the door behind her. The cold hitting her skin felt refreshing and helped to calm her nerves. Did Philip think what she did was wrong? What would he say about her reaction to the whole situation? Should she have said she intended to marry him? Did that freak him out?

All her questions were answered when a strong pair of hands turned her to face him. He planted a passionate kiss on her lips as he moved his hands to run them through her (H/C) hair. He pulled away just far enough so he could talk. "I can't explain to you how much I love you." He said in a husky tone. (Y/N) smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Just kiss me again you idiot." She mumbled into his lips.