Hamilton One Shots

Phillip x Jefferson's kid!Reader

Yay! First Chapter!

Warning- suggestive (nothing happened I swear!), cursing (censored)

Modern AU- Third person Pov-

Thomas got up and went upstairs to go to bed. On his way to his room he went to say goodnight to his kid. He knocked. No answer.

"(Y/n)," He said softly, "Can I come in?"

No answer.

He tried to open the door and found that it was locked. "(y/n), could you let me in?" No answer.

"(Y/n), you know you aren't supposed to lock your door, please let me in." No answer.

He searched the top of the doorframe for the key he had for when you used to lock yourself out of your room. He grabbed the key, and unlocked the door, opening it soundlessly. Peaking in to say goodnight, he saw two people lying on top of each other shrouded in blankets.

"(Y/N) (M/N) JEFFERSON!"

That woke you up, you fell out of bed pulling the covers with you. The boy you were with sat straight up, then seemed to realize he didn't have a shirt on so he hugged a pillow to his chest.

"(Y/N) (M/N) JEFFERSON!! WHAT THE F***?! WHO THE F*** IS THAT?! WHAT THE F*** DID YOU DO?!"

"Nothing I swear!' You called out desperately. Although the fact that you wore his shirt said otherwise.

"DOWN STAIRS, BOTH OF YOU, NOW!!" Your father said firmly. You nodded and walked into the living room downstairs. You sat on the couch hoping to be accompanied by Phillip, however instead of your boyfriend sitting by your side, your father took the spot wrapping his arm around you protectively.

"Who are you and what did you do to my kid?" Thomas said sternly.

"Dad, this is my boyfriend, and I swear we did absolutely nothing! I was just tired and wasn't feeling well, so after school I asked if he'd like to stay and he did."

"Yes, sir," The freckled boy responded nodding.

Thomas's expression softened slightly and asked, "How long have you known (y/n)?"

"Since about fourth grade."

"And you've been with them for?"

"Almost a year."

"(Y/n) when were you going to tell me?"

"I don't know," you shrugged.

"So what's your name, son?" Your father asked the curly haired boy in front of you.

"Phillip, Phillip Hamilton."

"You're dating, HAMILTON'S SON?!" You nodded sheepishly. You knew your dad didn't like Phillip's dad. "You could have gone for anyone, but you go for Phillip Hamilton! Jacqueline Maddison, Theodosia Burr, Georges de Laffayette, H*ll, even Jake Laurens, but you go for HAMILTON?!"

"What? Georges is my cousin!"

"Actually Laff is adopted." He mumbled.

Phillip sat there awkwardly still shirtless, as you kept arguing over whether or not you're old enough to date (which you won by walking over to Phillip, kissing him, then sitting in his lap hugging him).

"Fine," Your father gave into your puppy dog eyes you were giving him from your hideout on Phillip's lap. "RULES! There are rules! One, you two cannot be here alone! There must be someone else here with you at all times. Two, (y/n) bedroom door open and unlocked at all times. Three, Phillip, you hurt them, touch them, or even look at them the wrong way I will kill you in your sleep."

"Yes sir," Freckles nodded.

"Now go to sleep, I'll call Alexander and tell him that Phillip will be staying for the night."

"Yes sir," Phillip repeated already halfway up the stairs.

"Thank you dad!" You said hugging him.

"You're welcome, (N/N)," He said smiling into the hug. He saw Phillip standing at the foot of the stairs impatiently. "C'mere, son," he smiled holding out an arm to the freckled boy who walked over expecting to be pulled into the embrace. However, when he approached Thomas pulled away from you and grabbed Phillip's shoulders and said, "No funny business." Phillip nodded. "Be safe." He nodded again. "Have fun!" The two men smiled and your boyfriend ran to your room with you.

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Rrrrring, Rrrrrring, "Hello?"

"Alexander,"

"Jeffersh*t? (Eliza in the background- Watch your language the children can hear you)"

"Alexander, this is not the time. It's about your son Phillip."

"Is he okay? Do you need me to come get him? Wha-" the panicked man was cut off by his colleague.

"He's alright. Him and (y/n) were working on a school project and they fell asleep, so I wanted to ask if he could stay for the night."

"Of course he can, and it's ok with you, he can stay some tomorrow to work on the project some more."

"I don't mind, he seems nice," he replied then muttered, "As long as he doesn't F*** my kid."

"WHAT?!"

Jefferson chuckled nervously, "You heard that? Yeah, apparently they've been dating for almost a year now."

"Why'd he not tell me?"

"I don't know. I went to say good night to (y/n) and the door was locked so I unlocked it and went in and saw him shirtless lying on (y/n)'s bed with (y/n) wearing his discarded shirt lying on his chest. Both were asleep."

"Oh sh*t! (Eliza again- Language)"

"Yeah, I talked to both of them and made some rules for my house and I suggest you do the same."

"I'm going to be a grandpa!"

"ALEXANDER!"

"Sorry, you're right, I'll speak to him tomorrow, when he gets home."

"Thank you, Alexander."

"Of course. I'm so proud of my son!"

"Goodbye Hamilton, I'll see you when I walk Phillip home tomorrow."

"Goodbye Thomas see you then."