Hamilton x Reader

Philip x Reader- Dont ever leave

You sat in your room, still in your nightgown despite it being afternoon. Your maids begged you to get into your dress even if you had no plans to go out today. You were drawing. Simple as that, you were drawing whatever came to mind which happened to be a lot of tears, roses and broken hearts. Today was supposed to be the 3rd anniversary of yours and Philip's relationship. Keyword: Supposed to be. Typically you were up and dressed at this point in the day to your father's request. Your father had never cared much for the Hamiltons anyways and was at your side when Philip broke it off. Odd for him to be at your side, usually he was in his room mourning your mother's death or doing his work. You often heard him sobbing and mumbling to himself when you walked by his room. Soft knocking at the door caused you to grab the page and tear it out of your Journal. You crumpled it up and slid it under your bed, placing the frilly sheets back over to hide it. You walked over to the door and opened it, preemptively knowing it was your father. "Good Afternoon sweetheart, how are you doing?" He asked. "Well father, well!" You responded as perkily as you could. He eyed down your nightgown, "I see you're not dressed yet." "Yes father, I was feeling particularly tired today so I slept in." You replied, clasping your hands together. "Then why didn't Helena wake you up yet?" He asked, pursing his lips. "She must have seen I was sleeping and not wanted to on a... day like this one." Your voice dropped at the last point to where your father could just barely hear what you had said. "Is this about that Hamilton boy again?" He asked, becoming concerned. "No father no! I know how much you despise the Hamiltons! I'm sure you're overjoyed a Jefferson is no longer with a Hamilton. Who am I to upset you?" You responded with sincerity. The Elder Jefferson took you into his arms, "Darling I know you loved him," this triggered tears from you, "And he was once a good boy. I was looking forward to my future grandchildren." He let out a chuckle. "He made you happy and that kept me content, your mother would have loved him." "Philip changed father, he started enjoying the company of that George Eacker..." The tears coming from your eyes would not cease, your face burning red. "Someone he once despised, they went out and flirted with women without my knowledge. One day I went to discover him with another woman." You began to let out small whimpers and couldn't keep your voice steady. "H-He fought m-e. H-e wa-s angered." You let out a sob and your father pulled you closer to him. "W-We ye-lled and fou-ght. He to-ld me." You inhaled sharply. "L-leave.. n-ne-ver come back." A short moment of silence. "S-So I respected his wishes." Your father rubbed your back comfortingly. "It's alright sweetheart. How about this, I don't have all to much work today to finish. Why don't you get dressed and we'll go to the market together." You pulled away from him, him keeping his hands on your shoulders. "I would enjoy that father." The tears began to slow and you smiled at him. Your father, Thomas Jefferson was a very Bold and stern man. Yet he was very kind and loving to his family in times of need. Especially when your mother was still around. He walked down the hallway, calling for a maid to get your dressed to go. He intended on having you go all out to attract the men all around so you could potentially find someone new. Helena raced up the stairs and was delighted to see you out of the room and smiling. She hugged you tightly, she was the one black maid your family had and she happened to be your favorite. Despite your father being black himself he didn't take kindly to others of his race. You held her back, her hold on you being similar to your mother's. "Your father has told me to pick the loveliest dress you own for the marketplace and to lace up your finest corset!" She explained, pulling you into your room to get you ready. She fought with your tangled hair for a good while, You had received the thickness of your father's hair yet the gentle waves of your mother's long hair. She curled your hair and pulled back two strands of hair from the front and tying them behind your head. It was a simple look, reminded you of Philip's mother Eliza. What a sweet one she was, you often wondered how a blunder like Hamilton made a woman like Elizabeth Schuyler fall head over heels for him. Eliza and you talked for hours on end, Eliza about Hamilton and you about Philip. Your father actually quite liked Eliza, she was very wise and hospitable to guests. Helena chose a lovely burgundy dress that while seemed over the top for the market, you knew would flatter your tanned skin well. The sleeves stopped at your elbows and had a beautiful lace adorning the end. It was a square necked dress that displayed your cleavage to the whole world. There wasn't much of it but enough to make a man notice. Your corset had been tied up under the dress making your waist extremely small, small enough to fit your dress. The dress wasn't held up by a wire, it fell over your hips which happened to be quite wide and seemed even wider due to the corset. Philip had always loved your figure, he often told you there was no other woman with one that could possibly win him over. Guess he lied. You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt beautiful. You let Helena do your makeup which was subtle, just to enhance some of your features. You looked like you belonged to the Jefferson family, rich, wise, and stern. Helena brought you down to your father who was waiting in the carriage. You made your way down to the market, you holding your mother's favorite basket. One you weaved for her when you were littler. It wasn't all that but your mother never used any other one after you handed it to her. When you arrived at the market, your father hopped at first, and helped you step down in your heels. As you walked you gained a lot more eyes than usual. Most likely because when you had usually gone to the market it was with Philip. Your father was practically holding a sign that said "Free wife, come and it get her while she's available." Many men had come up to you while your father was paying for the various fruits and vegetables you picked up. All of them were the same, they clearly weren't interested in marriage. They were interested in what was contained under your dress. You moved on quickly. "Father must I find someone here? All of the men are just sex thirsty hounds." "I thought it may be worth a shot." He replied pulling you to a stand selling tobacco. Of course this is where he wanted to go. You stood to the side as he bought some from the man and argued with him for selling it at such a ridiculous price. You hadn't a clue someone had caught your eye. Walking through the market with his pregnant mother. It was Philip and Eliza. He hadn't been the same ever since that night. He ditched George and the woman he had seen that night. All he did was lay in his bed all day just day dreaming about what would have happened had he never told you to leave that night. He missed you so much and his parents missed seeing you as well. They were hoping for grandchildren to come from you two, they had called you their daughter in law so often it felt like you and Philip were already married. When he saw you in the market, his heart stopped. You had looked stunning, Eliza stopped when she no longer heard Philip's steps behind her. She turned around and followed Philip's gaze to you who had been staring off at the various stands. Eliza smiled and pushed Philip forward slightly. He was startled at his mother's action. "Go talk to her Philip." She said hopefully. Philip looked back at his mother with pain in his eyes. "Mom I know you loved her and... I did too. But after everything I said. All I've done there no way th-" "(Y/n)!" Eliza called out, walking over to you, you turned and looked at her walking over, her arms spread to embrace you. "Mrs. Hamilton!" You said, shocked but smiled and embraced her. "How have you been darling? I haven't seen you in so long!" She was so happy and excited to see you. "I'm doing quite well." You hesitated. "How is Philip?" "Philip?" She was taken aback that you had asked so quickly, "Well he... Lets just say he's not doing the best." Your felt your heart stop for a moment. "He misses you darling. I know he doesn't deserve you after what he did but he can't function anymore without you. He won't eat, he won't sleep. I had to drag him out of the house to the market with me today. I hoped I would run into you." Eliza explained. You suddenly felt awful. You did all you could to avoid him because you were so hurt, you had friends and maids to keep your mind off of him. Eliza noticed the guilt rise within you. "So he's here with you?" You asked her. She nodded in response. "Can I... can I talk to him?" Eliza nodded excitedly. "Let me talk to my father first-" "Eliza! How are you!" Your father chimed in from behind. "Absolutely wonderful Thomas, how is work?" The two adults began chatting it was like you weren't there. You looked around before your eyes landed on Philip. God how did you keep him out of your mind for so long. While you could see the effects of the break up had taken a toll on his appearance he still looked as handsome as ever. You began to walk over and you noticed his eyes were locked on you was well. As you got closer you noticed tears welling up in his eyes. He stood there, not wanting to move, he didn't want to upset you again. Then tears began pouring from your eyes as you collapsed in his arms. He was so shocked , he thought he would have to beg you to come back to him. You looked up at him, your face red and stained with tears. He leaned down and kissed you, your heart leaping as you kissed him back. No words needed to be said. You both knew everything you needed to know. He placed his hands around your waist as you wrapped them around his neck. You let your hands run through his curls him letting out gentle sighs of happiness. You parted from him to his displeasure. You smiled at him so widely it almost hurt. He laughed tears still streaming down his face as well. "(Y/N...)?" "Yes Philip?" "Please don't leave." You placed a hand on his cheek. "Please don't ever leave." He begged. "How can I? Who else could match you for turn of phrase?" You responded pulling him in for yet another kiss. You almost felt his intoxicating kiss again when suddenly- "Ahem." You heard your father say. You and Philip pulled away from each other, Philip still holding you in his arms. Your father walked up to Philip, Philip letting go. He looked Philip up and down then stuck out his hand. Philip took it, once again surprised. Your father smiled and laughed. "So when are you going to marry my daughter huh?" He asked, his bright smile causing you to smile as well. "I'm ready whenever she is." Philip responded, smiling and looking over at you. "As long as we can have lots of kids." You responded. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in. "That's not a problem."