Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 4: A Fathers Thoughts

Y/N had found himself and his father inside of the living room of the house that had belonged to them. Y/N remained quiet, as his father treated his wounds in silence as well. The tension of the fight from earlier was present, even though it did not occur inside the house.

Theodosia had been concerned for Y/N once she had saw what kind of injuries her brother had been dealt. Currently, the woman had been rummaging around for any sorts of items that could cause physical healing. It wasnt as if he werent able to do anything because of the punches; so he didn't understand why she was acting as if he had broken a leg.

His father then spoke up, the silence of the room quickly evaporated as he spoke; "How long has this been going on for, my boy?" He asked. Y/N paused, and tried to reply to his father's question; "I am unsure of what you mean, father, i—"

"Clearly, if this had been a mere disagreement you had both gotten into, surely you wouldn't have fought so easily. Is there something you've not been telling me?" The question practically made Y/Ns heart sting with the feeling of slight fear. He didn't want his father to start any trouble. Duels were commonplace, after all.

"We've.." He knew his father wasn't a foolish man. His father would clearly know if he was lying now. He was a smart man, intelligent and a graduate of Princeton College. There was no doubt that he would have eventually figured it out soon anyway.

"We.. i— I believe that.. that Hamiltons boy, the.. the boy you saw from earlier, has been arguably insistent on making everyday a living hell for me ever since we met at the same college, father." He could feel regret rising in his chest, his father's gaze turned into shock, roaring with waves of guilt.

"Why have you not told me?! Y/N, have you two been fighting like this for a while now?!"

Y/N sighed at his father's question, and only replied with; "No, we haven't physically gotten into such disputes often. But from cynical pranks to irritating me with teasing remarks, that man has been making my life a living hell ever since we met."

"Surely, such a petty thing isn't such a big deal though. I swear to you, father, I am in no need of help or defending. This shall all blow over in the future, I promise you." Y/N said, but he wasn't sure if he could convince his father so, with how deep with shock his dark eyes looked and all.

"Y/N, if someone is bothering you, then it is a big deal! You cannot downgrade it to being a little problem if—" His father pointed to the red mark on his left cheek, "—this ended up happening! You deserve to be treated with respect by your colleagues, and everyone else around you."

"I am in no need of respecting, father," Y/N sighed, "what matters to me more is that you do not end up being hurt yourself."

"Being hurt?" His father repeated. Now he had done it. There was no refraining from anything he had intended to keep secret now.

"I.. you know how common duels and fights are nowadays, father. What would I and Theo do if we lost you too? What would we do if you had gotten into such hot water for my sake?" Asked Y/N desperately, worry filling up in his e/c eyes.

His father paused once more, guilt and worry building up even more inside of his eyes. "Y/N.." He began, "what have I always told you about duels?"

"That.. that they're ridiculous and shouldn't even exist." Y/N could faintly recall his repeated words, on his advice to not duel someone ever no matter what they had caused you. Y/N had thought the same thing, which is why he worried his father would be caught in one someday too.

"Yes, correct," said his father, "and as long as I stay with those ideals; I am not ever going to be involved in such a ridiculous concept ever. There is no need to worry for me, dear boy, I shall be fine even with such matters at hand."

Y/N felt twisted knots begin to form in his throat, and he could feel his eyes begin to soften with tears begging to drip at the edges. "Are you sure, father, that nothing shall happen to you?" Y/N practically begged, "I— I and Theo cannot lose you too."

His father's eyes widened at the sight of himself nearly being about to implode with tears and droplets of sadness. His eyes flickered with concern, and he then hushed his voice to a soft low whisper; "No, no, nothing shall happen to me, dear boy."

"Come here." He softly said, gently holding out his arms in order to soothe his nearly about to be sobbing son. To which his son obliged, and plunged forth into his arms. His father began to pat his back, whispering sweet words of comfort into his ears; and Y/N began to cry.

Aaron Burr, one of the men who had fought with General Washington and fought for the country alone, had to something for his boy. He could not let this continue any further.

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"How long has this been happening, Phillip?"

Alexander had asked his dear son that, as Eliza(Phillips mother) patched up the minor injuries that had been dealt to his arms. It seems Y/N must have handled him rather harshly without meaning to, yet Phillip did not shriek either way.

"What does that matter, pops?" Phillip pouted, "He talked shit about you, and then me. He's an asshole, pops, that's all you need to know!" Eliza gasped, "Phillip, language!"

"What?! It's true. He's the one who can't even be normal for once and show some damn emotion! I don't even understand what his deal is.." Phillip grumbled, "Acting like an asshole when we met for the first time, and acting even more like one when I call him out on it."

Alexander sighed, and looked to be in thought. "So, this has been going on for a while then, hm?" He said, Phillip had practically revealed it in those last few words he said after all. Phillip only nodded reluctantly, as Eliza left to go and get more bandages.

"What else has he done other than shame my name and yours?" He asked, attempting to know more about Burrs boy. He hadn't known much about Burrs children, other than that Theodosia existed.

"He's.." Phillip sighed, "He's been rude to me ever since we met. Even when I told him 'hello', he stared at me as if I were some kinda monster! And now here he is, talkin' shit about you, pops! He shouldn't have even been accepted into the same college as me."

Alexander looked around the room, and asked another question; "How did this fight happen?"

"I followed 'em when I saw 'em, pops. I— I tried to challenge him to a duel, but he refused and— and acted as if I were some kind of dumbass! Then— then he said I was a nineteen year old in need of babysitting an—" "Slow down.." Alexander tried to soothe his rambling son filled with such anger and spite.

"Listen, Phillip, there is no need to duel for my honor. He is Burrs boy, I could not bear what would happen after. Burr is my friend and coworker, Pip, he'd hate me for letting you do such a thing to his boy." Alexander insisted.

"Pops—" "No, Phillip, I could not bear what could happen to you if he decided to take the shot. We will discuss on what to do about his behavior towards you later, this cannot carry on any further."

"...okay." Phillip groaned. He was hoping his dad of all people would be on his side.

"I am going to go speak with your mother for a moment," said Alexander, "I'll be back."

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