Mon Seul (My Only)
Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,592ish
T/W: None! (just gets a little steamy)
A/N: For Anon’s request: “What about a fic where reader is Laf’s daughter and her and Phillip grew up together and he’s a little older than her and they date but hide it from their parents and then everyone finds out?”
Hope it’s okay that I gave the reader a little french accent/speaks French, I mean she’s Laf’s daughter, I thought I was only appropriate. I did make it a little different, so just let moi know if you want something else. I’ll be glad to write it.
Tags: @justfangirlingaround ✨
“Mon beau, Philip,
I am greatly anticipating my return to America. Though it has only been two years since I left, I have been counting the days until I return with my family, we will be staying at my father’s land in New York. France is beautiful this time of the year, everything is in…how would you say, bloom? I often sit in the garden and think about when we were children, how you would always pick the flowers and bring them to me. I do miss those days, just as I miss you. I cannot wait to see you. You are much more interesting (and handsome) than any nobel my father could ever introduce me to. Do not worry mon amour, my heart belongs to you alone. I often lose myself in the thoughts of you lying next to me those Summer nights when you snuck into my room. I only hope we get the chance to revisit those memories this Spring.
I cannot wait for your arrival, I am jealous of every nobel that has gotten to spend time in your presence. I too remember the days when we would play in my father’s garden. I brought you as many flowers as I could, but they all paled in comparison to your beauty, my love. I only wish you hadn’t moved back to France, so I could remind you of that everyday. I know your father is important and needed, but it was painful to say goodbye, I only imagine it will be harder the second time. I too hope to revisit those memories while you are staying in America. My love, I miss every part of your body, and only wish to have it near. My heart beats for you alone.
“Are you excited to see your friends again?” your father, Lafayette walked up beside you as you saw America’s shoreline come into view.
“Oui, I am very excited,” you stared out at the port, “Are we going to see the Hamilton’s while we are here?”
“Yes my dear, I know you don’t like me working so much, but I do have some business to discuss with Monsieur Hamilton. In fact, I have arranged a meeting tonight, it will be late, but we will try not to keep you up .”
Your heart fluttered, “That sounds perfect!”
Once you arrived on shore a group of girls from your school came up to welcome you back, they took your hand and walked with you into town. You answered all sorts of questions about France, and meeting the King and all the nobel’s that were cashing after your hand. Many said you were lucky, but you felt so alone when you attended the balls in France. Your heart longed for only one…
“Someone’s waiting for you behind the theatre,” your closest friend whispered.
You smiled widely at her, she had been your best friend while you grew up in America and she now helped you and Philip exchange letters when you sent them overseas. She nudged you to get going as you said goodbye to your other school friends and hurried, almost at an unladylike pace. You made your way to the theatre and slowed down to a normal walking pace, making sure no one was watching you. You made your way around the theatre, before you knew it a strong pair of arms came around your waist.
“Je t'ai manqué mon amour,” was whispered in your ear.
“Philip!” you spun around, hugging him around the neck.
“How I have missed you saying my name,” Philip pressed a kiss against your neck.
“And how I have missed your lips on my skin,” you pulled back to see those beautiful brown eyes, “I have news that your father is meeting with mine tonight, late…are you up to revisit some memories?”
“I’d visit them right here, right now if I could,” Philip leaned closer to you.
“As do I, but we cannot,” you slid your hands down Philip’s biceps, “I must get back to my family, they will be wondering where I have been, but I look forward to seeing you tonight, my love.”
You hugged him tight one more time before heading out of view. You bit your lip and smiled to yourself as you walked back to where your family was. You anticipated the night more than anything. As it usually went, the day felt like it would last forever and it felt like a flutter of butterflies were trapped in your stomach as you went about your day. You simply couldn’t stop thinking about Philip.
That night, you spent a little time with Eliza and Alexander, updating them on how your life in France had been before heading up to bed while they discussed business with your parents. You went to your room, quickly changing out of that heavy dress, you slipped on your night gown, revealing much more than your father would approve Philip seeing you in. You untied your hair as you waited on the edge of your bed. You nervously ran your hand through the ends of your hair in anticipation. Soon you heard your bedroom window open, swiftly turning around you saw Philip climb through your window.
“Philip!” you hugged him as tight as you could, burying your face in his chest.
“Ma belle,” Philip stroked your hair.
“I- I have missed you,” you pulled back to look into his golden brown eyes.
“Not as much as I have missed you,” Philip held your face in his hands, seizing your lips in a passion.
You immediately responded back, wanting as much of him as possible. Your hands made quick work of the buttons on his vest. He removed his coat and vest, when his hands returned to you, he lifted you up. Evoking a little squeak out of you as he squeezed your ass, you wrapped your legs around his wait. Peppering his face with kisses as he walked the two of you to your bed. He laid you down before climbing on top of you. Sadly, the transition wasn’t as quiet as you had hoped. You didn’t realize the stack of books that were on the end of your bed until you heard them hit the floor.
“Philip, what if someone heard that?” you asked with genuine concern in your voice.
“I doubt anyone did,” Philip slipped a hand under your night dress.
“Mmm- Philip, how I’ve missed your hands on my body,” you whispered as he slid his hand further up your thigh.
“I’ve missed the sensation of your skin against my hand,” he dipped down to sweetly kiss your neck.
Without warning Philip began to nip at your sensitive skin, evoking a small yelp from you. He continued to bruise your soft skin as your hand found his curls, you tangled your fingers into his locks.Your other hand found its way under his untucked shirt and your nails slightly scratched his skin as you drug them down his bare chest. You pushed your hips up against his, provoking a slight growl from Philip.
“Are you alright ma chèri? We heard a-” your father suddenly opened your door to see Philip on top of you.
“Father!” you exclaimed, wide eyed.
“Philip?” Alexander appeared at Lafayette’s side.
“Dad…” Philip smiled, trying to play it off.
There was an awkward silence before you pushed Philip off of you and sat up. Both of your fathers look petrified. You looked frantically between the two men, but just as you were about to say something.
“Ah, so your son, just like you can’t keep it to himself, mon amie?” Lafayette crossed his arms and turned to Alexander.
“My son? Who says your daughter didn’t escort him to bed?” Alex questioned back.
Just when you thought this couldn’t get any worse, your mothers arrived.
“Is every thing okay, Lafayette? Oh-”
“What’s going on Alexan- Oh-”
You stood to explain, but your father took sudden action, wrapping his coat around you, as you were not in appropriate apparel to be seen by young men. Philip muttered something under his breath about having seen you in less, but quickly got up to get out of Lafayette’s range.
“Atta boy! About time you found a girl!“ Alexander swung an arm around Philip’s shoulders.
“Alexander,” Eliza stood in front of her man as your mother did the same.
“Lafayette, I think we all need to try to understand that our children are in love,” your mother explain.
“Yes, and though they didn’t tell us for some reason,” Eliza glared at Philip, “they are very obviously in love.”
“We wanted to tell you, but we were afraid that you might try to separate us and I might be forced to marry a nobel, I just- I don’t want to leave America father, I love Philip,” you rushed to Philip’s side, holding his hand with both of yours.
“My darling, I would never make you marry against your will, I want you to find someone who will love and cherish you,” your father uncrossed his arms and came over to you, “and if Philip is that man, so be it. You have my approval.”
You smiled and practically jumped into Lafayette’s arms thanking him, but then took sudden pause.
“Monsieur Hamilton? Madame-” you began
“We would love to have you as a part of our family!” Eliza held her arms open for a hug, which you gladly accepted.
“Imagine that, huh, our kids getting together?” Alexander smirked at Lafayette.
“Love is love, mon amie.”