Promises, Both Kept and Unkept
pairing: philip hamilton x reader but also dad!john laurens x reader
word count: 2600
warnings: swearing, cheating
prompt/request: “um…hi, can you write something where the reader is john laurens’ daughter whose dating philip, but he cheats on her & laurens comforts her. ok thx :)” from @riiotkid
a/n: this one takes place in two different time periods - when they were kids (italics) and when they were dating. it’s kind of emo and sad but either way, enjoy! <3
“Kiddo, a new family moved in next door!”
You looked up from your coloring pages and frowned. “Da-ad,” you whined, “I’m coloring.”
Your father, John Laurens, laughed and shook his head, bending down to grab your hand. “Come on, Y/N, let’s just go say hi and then you can come back and color. It’ll be five minutes. I promise.”
You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout. “Fine,” you said stubbornly, getting up with reluctance and following your dad out of the front door.
It was a sunny afternoon in August; one that has stuck in your memory for years after. You remember every wavering blade of grass, every fluttering leaf on the trees surrounding your home. The sidewalk was hot, nearly steaming, and the breeze was little relief from the scorching light beating down on you. You looked up at your father to see him shading his eyes, and you repeated the action as you both approached your new neighbor’s house.
You saw him and everything changed.
He was so cute. Cuter than any of the boys in your middle school. His face was splattered with freckles, and his small eyes were shining and bright in the summer sun. As you walked up, a man was bending down to meet the small boy’s height, reaching to the back of his head and trying to pull the wild curls flowing down his back into a ponytail.
“Phil, if your hair gets in your face while you’re carrying boxes, you’re going to fall,” the older man said.
“Da-ad, I’m not gonna fall!” the boy, apparently Phil, complained.
“Phil. You’re going to fall and we both know it.”
Phil pouted the same as you had earlier and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine.”
“Excuse me?” your father said as the two of you approached. “You’re Alexander, right?”
The man, whom your father just referred to as Alexander, stood up straight and smiled. “Yeah, that’s me,” he said with a nod. “You must be… John, was it? Eliza told me about you.”
Eliza? you thought to yourself. You didn’t know who that was.
“Yeah, I’m John,” your father replied, holding his hand out. Alexander shook it firmly. “This is Y/N.”
Alexander crouched down and held his hand out to you. “Y/N, is it?” he repeated, eyes sparkling. “Nice to meet you.”
“N-nice to meet you too,” you replied, shaking his hand.
“Do you guys need help movin’ in?” your father offered as Alexander stood up once more.
“Yeah,” Alexander responded, slipping his hands into the back pocket of his worn-out jeans. “That’d be great, man, thanks. Little Philip over here can only carry one box at a time, and Eliza’s setting everything up inside.”
“I can carry one and a half,” Philip corrected from the stairs, where he had collapsed during your introduction.
“I can help you!” you exclaimed, practically tripping over yourself as you ran over to the young boy. “I’m strong, just like my dad, see? Look at these muscles!”
Philip laughed and pushed himself off of the stairs. ”I have more muscles,” he said, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt and flexing his bicep. “See?”
“No, I do!” you protested, trying to flex yours even more.
“Well, let’s see who can carry the most boxes from the moving truck up the stairs and into the house,” Philip said. “Then we’ll know.”
Philip took your hand in his and together, the two of you ran over to the moving truck.
And things hadn’t been the same since.