Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 5: Troubling Glances.

Alexander Hamilton walked into the closet his wife had gone in, and found her rummaging around for more bandages. "Dear, if I may speak with you for a moment. Our son seems to have a rivalry with Burrs kid."

"You don't say?" Eliza smiled sadly, "He wouldn't be hurt if they didn't have one."

Alexander gave a soft grin and laughed shortly, "Heh."

Eliza stood up, and tucked the bandages inside of her arm. She walked up to her husband, and only buried her head into the crook of his neck with a sad look on her face. It was the first time she had seen such behavior from one of her children in a very long while.

"Why do you think this is happening, Alexander?" She softly sighed, "What are we going to do about his behavior? I dont want him to have a bad relationship with one of Burrs children."

"I don't either," he leaned his head on hers, "I need to find a way for them to both get along. For their sake, for mine, and for Burr's." The two only stood their for a moment, bathed in the aura of eachothers company. They hadn't gotten to show so much affection towards eachother since 1780.

"Maybe we could punish him?" Suggested Eliza.

Alexander only grumbled, sounding unsure, and it went silent again.

Alexander then widened his eyes, a sparkle of inspiration lit up inside his violet-blue eyes. He looked down at his wife, and smiled  with hope shimmering inside. Eliza looked up at her suddenly euphoric husband, and asked; "Dear, why is it that your smiling?"

"I think I have an idea." Alexander replied.

"...what is it?" She asked, curiously.

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"R— Really, dear? Are you sure?"

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"But— But, Alexander, how are we going to tell Phillip about this? He's not going to be happy when we tell him."

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"...alright, just as long as you swear you know what your doing."

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Y/N had been finally healed up enough to go outside and run some errands again; the bustling street of New York had been louder than ever, and surprisingly, he hadn't seen Phillip around yet. Truth be told, he felt sort of thrown off by his vanishing. Typically, this seemed like something part of his schedule.

The pastel blue sky glowed on the street, the summer air warmed up the city as if it were part of the desert, the clouds danced along the sky as if they were ballet dancers. The day was going normal, but Phillip wasn't around yet.

'He's probably been punished by his parents,' Y/N attempted to reassure himself internally, "there is no need to worry for today. You get to go free of his torment for today, he gets to go free of yours. This is your one day of peace."

Y/N laid his eyes on the structure of a coffee shop building, and then one on a restaurant. Maybe he could go dine with his family later, he hardly ever got to eat with them somewhere after all, with how busy his father was.

'Coffee it is, then.' Y/N sighed in his mind, and then began to walk up to the entrance of the bui—

"If it isnt Y/N Burr, sir."

The familiar voice from behind him caused all sort of euphoria and serotonin to lower, and Y/N only hesitantly turned around. With the light blue eyes he had been met with, he scratched off his day of peace internally inside his mental notes; and sighed.

"Phillip Hamilton." Y/N furrowed his eyebrows, "How come you always show up at the best times?"

"What can I say?" The freckled man smirked, "I have my ways, don't i?"

"Sure," Y/N rolled his eyes, "have you not been given punishment by your father?" Y/N had taken quick notice of the slightly different look on Phillips face today. Usually, when he saw him, it would be one of irritating satisfaction and amusement. But this time, it was genuine.. anger.

"No, I haven't. I assume your pops just let's you get away with anything, does he?" Phillip snarled, drawing his lips back as if he were some kind of wild animal. "Letting you go free, do your own shit downtown."

"...I do not understand what you are speaking of, Hamilton." Y/N barely raised a brow at the hissed and visible anger that he had spewed out of his mouth.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, you asshole." Phillip  hissed, stepping closer; "Dont play smart with me, dipshit."

Y/N paused, a line of sweat dripped down his face as he looked to the floor in slight fear. He then gently pushed away the aggresive-looking male, and replied; "I am not playing smart with you, Hamilton. Have you not any hearing? I dont know what you are speaking of."

Before he knew it, he was met with the even more angered look from Phillip; and then, he quickly found himself tumbling backwards. But he saved himself from falling on the floor, and only still stood his ground.

"Listen here, asshole," Phillip seethed as he stepped closer, "no matter what happens; no matter what you do, I won't ever— ever be your friend! You got that?!" Phillip growled, laying a finger on Y/Ns chest harshly.

Y/N made no expression, though he was definitely nervous. Ignoring the urge to punch the man right then and there, he quickly replied; "Stop speaking nonsense, Hamilton. Do you ever have any idea of what your saying?" Said Y/N in a condescending tone.

Phillip made a sharp exhale as if to reply, but Y/N continued; "I am in no need of any further verbal communication, Hamilton. I wish to no longer hear your voice. Have you any idea of what that means?"

Y/N placed a finger on Phillips lips when he attempted to shout at him; "Shhh. It means that you should be shutting up now. I would assume a college graduate would know that, especially the son of Alexander Hamilton. I'll be going now. I don't believe I need coffee anyway. Good day."

Y/N then began to walk off, ignoring the cut off syllables and yells of the man behind him. As he began to walk around the corner, he heard Phillip loudly yell;

"Fuck you, Burr!"

He smirked. Surely, his reputation would go down a notch.

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"Hello, father." Y/N greeted. He had come back home upon hearing from one of the citizens that his father had wished to see him. "You asked to see me?" Y/N stepped inside of the living room of his house. His father had sat upon the couch, and smiled.

"Y/N, come in, make yourself comfortable." Y/N could sense something was off. Usually his father didn't smile like that. Was he faking it perhaps? In an attempt to give him good cheer before saying what he was about to say?

He could only hope it wouldn't be too bad.

"So.. your trip downtown, how has it been so far?" His father asked.

"...Hamiltons son showed up again, seemed rather angry. But I was caused no physical damage." Y/N reported, "No need for any concern."

His father grumbled into his hands, as if he were in deep thought. "Father, is everything alright? You seem troubled." Y/N commented, deeply concerned for his father's.. off-expressions and off-mannerisms.

"..it seems me and that boys father have come to an agreement, my boy." His father looked up. He didn't smile, nor did he frown. Y/N was becoming frightened of what his dear father was to say next.

"What sort of agreement?" Asked Y/N.

"..."

"Father?"

"It seems you will be having to.. live with the Hamiltons for a while."

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