Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 51: A Surprising Reaction.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

Phillips normally carefree and cheerful voice had turned into that of anger, the negative frustration in his voice ever present as he stepped foward into the front lines of the crowd whom had Eben watching. As Y/N continued to guide John out of the crowd, his pace slowed, and for a few moments, he had turned around—curious of whatever his enemy had decided to do due to the woman's actions.

"Are you kidding me?!" Mary had whined in her high pitched and arrogant tone—sounding as if she were some bratty child throwing a temper tantrum after being scolded by an adult, "He assaulted me! Your all being so unfair right now!"

Y/N had felt a natural reaction to roll his eyes at this statement. Anytime she had been caught for something she did, she would resort to playing victim in order to not deal with the consequences she would soon face after doing said action.

"Oh—we're bein' unfair?! You kicked him in his face, you fuckin' she-demon!" Phillip would snarl be reply, Y/N couldn't exactly see him well while he had been standing out of the crowd, though he could see his figure slightly approaching the woman as he gestured with his hands.

As Mary would soon whine back in reply("Please—why are you harassing me?!" She'd whine in her irritating voice.), Phillip would begin to speak over her—now Y/N could barely see his figure as he began to approach closer.

He could hear the faint pleads of the men whom tried to stop Mary from any further physical assault, though Phillip seemingly ignored them and continued with his confrontation.

"You—you kicked him in the face! Your tellin' me that I'm bein' unfair?! The only thing that's unfair is your fuckin' existence, you piece of—you little bitch!" The cacophony of Phillips voice and Mary's whining sounded loud, chaotic, it was as if disaster had come to life for only a moment. Their hurricane—their argument held disaster with every word, yet for whatever reason, Y/N could only continue to watch.

He.. he hadn't ever seen Phillip stand up for John of all people before, let alone fight with a woman for his sake. This was the first time he had ever seen the man ever do such a thing for someone he had apparently despised. Could.. could he have possibly been that bad? Even with the fact that he so desperately craved a duel between himself and Y/N?

"Y/N—friend, are you alright? Y/N!"

John's voice had rose in volume, causing Y/N to snap out of his trance that he had been put into by the argument, he could hear the crowd beginning to join in on the little argument(or fight) between Phillip Hamilton and Mary Swanson, as if they were a cheering crowd in a wrestling match, though most of them had been cheering for Phillip righteously.

"Yes—yes, I'm alright, my apologies—" Y/N wrapped his arm tighter around John's upper torso, and began to continue to lead him out of the arena of chaos. "We shall be going to Phillips house now, so I apologize if he does anything unbearable when he catches up with us. And—please, whatever you do, just do not question it if they think we're companions. It's best not to."

As they continued to leave off into the stone-streets of New York City, Y/N could only wonder what was to happen next.

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Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Hamilton had been thoroughly confused when Y/N had arrived with a person that hadn't been their son by his side, though they did not question it once they had seen the injuries he had been dealt, and began to help as quickly as they could immediately, Phillips mother had asked for her children to fetch her some more bandages so she could help the poor injured man. Yet even so, Y/N and John dared not to explain what happened, fearing the consequences.

Y/N didn't want Mary to perhaps join him, he could only imagine what further irritation he would have to deal with had the woman dared to join them. She would possibly kick Phillip out of his own bed, and Y/N would have to deal with the man whom had been his enemy sleeping beside him on the floor. Or far away from him, depending on if Phillip felt like teasing him or not.

"Y/N, please, just explain to us what happened. We want to help in any way we can." Alexander had said, staring down at him with great concern in his violet-blue gaze of many galaxies above. Yet Y/N dared not to speak even with his pleading tone, only staring down at his hand that had clenched onto John's.

He gently rubbed the top of John's hand in some sort of attempt at comfort, yet he knew not of how to comfort him in such a situation. He had merely only copied off of what his father or sister had done in such situations at all times. But why could he not figure out how to comfort him himself? Why did he rely on them even when he hadn't been with them?

Eliza had been softly attending to the deep red slash on John's face, John's face slightly contorted into that of disgust as he felt the minor sting of whatever she had been using in order to help heal his face. "It will be alright, John," Y/N tried to softly say in the most gentle tone he could—rubbing John's hand with his thumb once more, "I shall figure out what to do about this myself. You will not have to deal with this alone."

John only looked at his companion—his dark eyes twinkling with gratitude as he slightly leaned onto his friend, the slight stinging on his face being ever present; "Your so kind-hearted, Y/N—I can't think of any way to thank you, I can't thank of any way to thank you two either." John then turned to Elizabeth who still attended to his wound, and Alexander whom had been standing in thought.

"There is no need to thank me, friend. I am simply only doing what would be the right thing to do. I would not just leave you to rot had you been dealt any further injury—I am sure anyone would." Y/N replied, looking into John's eyes with slight concern as he looked at the nearly-bandaged wound on John's face.

"And there's no need to thank us either, dear," Elizabeth said in her soothing yet motherly voice as she continued to attempt to heal the man's injury, "you can come by anytime if anything like this happens again. Alexander, dear, may you fetch me some more bandages? A cup of water too, please."

As Alexander nodded and walked off in reply to his wife's orders, the door had opened, and quickly, the shimmering figure in the doorway had been recognizable. Curly hair, a freckled face, obviously—it had been Phillip. He had returned after an hour and merely only thirty minutes, though Y/N didn't exactly know if the argument had lasted that long. He didn't appear to be injured, though his face looked dark with worry an frustration.

"Phillip, son, there you are!" Elizabeth exclaimed with a slight drop of her hands, "Whatever happened? Y/N told me you and him had found his companion like this—do you know why he was injured like this? Are you injured?" Her maternal worry had been ever present in her voice as Phillip only gave a forced smile, walking forth.

"I'm—I'm fine, mom, I just—" Phillip then looked down at Y/N, whom had still been sitting next to John, in the couch of the living room. "I just need to talk to Y/N for a second." Had they been alone, Y/N would have made a sarcastic remark, though they hadn't been alone this time. Y/Ns face flickered with irritation for a moment, after all, he wanted to ensure his friend had been okay.

But the look on Phillips face—so worried, so concerned, so stern—had insisted it was urgent.

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