Hamilton? Y-yeah he's a great friend, uh, my best friend , I don't love him, nop enever nope *trips* *hundreds of love letters spill from his pockets* fuck those aren’t mine I swear I’m just holding them for a friend I- *slips on a pile of letters* FUcK nO they’re not miNe I don’t even know who Ham was sending them to! *drawings of Ham fall out as he falls to his knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUst YOU WAIT I cAn ExPLaiN
Note: Heyo! Another Philip Hamilton x Reader! Requests are still open for Prompts! Click on the link if you’d like and then let me know which character along with a few numbers! I can’t guarantee when it would go up. I have a few to get through, but I have many ideas!!
Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
I saw this going around in other fandoms, and I thought I would start one for the Hamilton fandom as well! To kick off another year of fanfic writing, here are my top 10 favourite fics that I wrote in 2016:
“This season opens with Lorelai and Rory returning from their backpacking trip through Europe. I’m proud yet horrified to tell you that the entire outfit I’m wearing in the first scene - the kelly-green EVERYONE LOVES AN IRISH GIRL T-shirt, the Ireland soccer jacket, and the over-sized knit pom-pom hat with the word DUBLIN on it - were all from my personal closet. Oh, and the gold clover necklace was mine too. I was hitting the Irish thing hard.” - Lauren Graham, Talking as fast as I can
“I feel the world is very unjust right now. And if I’m blessed with the opportunity to have a voice that people listen to, then it’s my job bring awareness to the world’s injustices. I want to give the girls who admire us everything I can. I don’t want to just fill them with selfies and crap. That’s not what I’m about. I’m about be aware of the world and that you’re not the only one in it.”
“Come on, Philip, my parents aren’t that bad. If I got your father to like me, you can get mine to like you.”
Your boyfriend protests. “But, I’m dating his daughter. He’s not supposed to like me, and with my dad…”
You look up at him with big eyes. “Please?”
“Fine,” he grumbles. “But you owe me.”
You jump up and kiss him. “Thank you!”
“(Y/N)!” your dad greets, pulling you into a hug. “It’s been so long. How have you been?”
You smile. “I’ve been wonderful. Dad, this is Philip.”
His smile falters. “Philip Hamilton?”
“Yes, sir,” Philip answers.
“Well, I’m sure Theo has started dinner.” Your dad leads the way to the kitchen. Philip gives you a look that says “I told you so”. When Theo sees you, she drops the hand towel she’s holding and runs over to you. He holds you at arm’s length after hugging you and looks you over. “Oh, (Y/N)! How are you?”
You smile. “Just great.”
She turns her attention to Philip. “You must be (Y/N)’s boyfriend. It’s great to finally meet you. Call me Theo; everyone else does.”
He smiles. “It’s great to meet you.”
Dinner goes fairly smoothly. Your dad makes a few snide remarks about Secretary Hamilton, but that was expected. Before you leave, you pull your dad aside. “Thank you so much for actually talking to Philip.”
“Anything to make my little girl happy.”
You hug him. “You really surprised me tonight.”
“Philip’s a good kid. And, to tell the truth, I admire his father’s will, a quality that Philip seems to possess. If you tell any Hamilton I said that…”
You laugh. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“As much as I love you, you should probably get going. Theo has started talking about you as a child.” He gives you a quick hug before you leave.
When you get back to your apartment, Philip wraps his arms around you. “You still owe me.”
You smirk and kiss him. “What did you have in mind?”