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Philip (Hamiltonfam x reader) (1/3)

The sun was setting over New York City, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. The Fourth of July celebrations had brought a fervor to the city, but it was not the festivities that had Philip Hamilton's blood boiling. He stormed through the streets, fists clenched, with his younger sister Y/N close behind him.

"Philip, please slow down!" Y/N called, struggling to keep up with her brother's determined pace. "We need to think this through."

Philip barely glanced back, his jaw set in anger. "Did you hear what he said, Y/N? He insulted Father in front of everyone! I can't let that stand."

"I know, I was there too," Y/N replied, her voice laced with urgency. "But confronting Eacker like this, in anger, won't solve anything. Please, let's go home and talk to Father first."

Philip stopped abruptly, turning to face her. His eyes were blazing with indignation. "You don't understand, Y/N. Eacker needs to know there are consequences for his words. I can't let him tarnish our family's name."

Y/N stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. "I do understand, Philip. Believe me, I'm angry too. But you rushing in without a plan could make things worse. What if he's armed? What if this escalates into something more than just a confrontation?"

Philip shook his head, frustration etched on his face. "I can't just do nothing, Y/N. I have to defend Father's honor."

"Defending his honor doesn't mean acting recklessly," she pleaded. "We can find another way to address this, a way that doesn't put you in danger. Think about Mother and Father. Think about what they would want you to do."

Philip's resolve seemed to waver for a moment, but then his anger flared again. "Eacker needs to be taught a lesson. If I don't do it, who will?"

"Philip, please," Y/N begged, her eyes filled with concern. "For me, at least take a moment to think. Let's go somewhere quiet and figure out our next steps together. I don't want you to get hurt."

But Philip's fury was too consuming. "I appreciate your concern, Y/N, but I can't stand by while our father's reputation is dragged through the mud. If you won't help me, then stay out of my way."

With that, he turned and continued his search for George Eacker. Y/N watched him go, a sinking feeling in her chest. She knew her brother well enough to realize that he wouldn't be swayed easily. With a deep sigh, she resolved to follow him, hoping she could find a way to defuse the situation before it was too late.

Philip approach two ladies having a conversation. "Ladies, I'm lookin for a Mr. George Eacker he made a speech earlier, our Fourth of July speaker"

"I saw him just up Broadway a couple of blocks, he was goin' to see a play" one of the ladies said

"Thank you" Philip said going to the said theatre.

Philip finally spotted Eacker at one of the boxes inside the theater, laughing with his friends. Y/N caught up to Philip just as he squared his shoulders, preparing to confront the man who had so publicly insulted their father.

"George!" Philip shouted, his voice cutting through the night air. Eacker turned, his expression shifting from surprise to disdain.

"Shhh I'm watching the show!," Eacker exclaimed in annoyance.

Philip stepped forward, fists clenched. "You know exactly why I'm here. You should've watched your mouth before you talked about our father."

Eacker laughed, a mocking sound that made Y/N's heart race with anxiety. "Your father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you."

Before Philip could respond, Y/N stepped between them, her voice calm but firm. "This isn't the place for this, Mr. Eacker. We can discuss this like gentlemen, without resorting to violence."