Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 76: Another Apology.

Y/N scooped some soup into his mouth with a wooden spoon, taking in the flavor as he felt his eyes barely stay open. It tasted good, but the chattering from Phillip's family was only like static to his ears. The scent of steak, ham, beans and soup hung in the cramped room. Laughter from Phillip's younger siblings became more noticeable as Y/N tried to ignore all the noises he could hear,

As he lifted the spoon back up to his lips, his eyes glanced in Phillip's direction. Phillip's lips were curled into a grin, though his eyes of ocean blue slowly began to move in Y/Ns direction. For a moment he stared, and his lips curled into a small smirk.

Y/N didn't speak at all, only staring at Phillip with a softened look, his lips curled downward into a frown-and his brows furrowed. Phillip barely arched a brow, his lips curling downward. The damp warmth of the room enveloped them as the chattering from the other people seemed to fade.

"..fuck you starin' at?" Phillip whispered-most likely so his younger siblings wouldn't have to hear.

"..if you had eyes, you'd be able to tell I was staring at you."

"Heh.. that sounds kinda weird."

"..ugh.."

..huh. That was an unusual response. He'd usually have something more snarky to say.

Phillip cocked his head to the side. He leaned in closer, lifting his leg, letting his boot-covered foot begin to prod at the firm area of Y/Ns calf. Y/N looked in his direction with a scowl. There was the firm sound of something being dragged away. Phillip could no longer feel his shoe brushing up against Y/Ns leg.

Phillip only looked upon him. With a furrow of his brows, and a stern look in his eyes, Y/N forced himself to turn his head away.

As Phillip's gaze softened, his mind began to ponder just wah was wrong this cold, normally stern man that was before him. He usually at least cared enough to respond, or throw some kind of kick back. So why wasn't he?

"..Phillip-are you alright, dear?"

Phillip heard his mother speak, and cleared his throat.

"..yeah, mom. I'm fine."

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Y/N sat quietly-his arms wrapped around his legs as he let his eyes gaze down at his knees. The air felt humid, an odd warmth coming from up on the table. A sigh heaved from his mouth. The ambience of crickets from outside never faded-a pitch black darkness speckled with an endless void of flickering stars, signaling that it was now time for slumber in the lands of this city.

He furrowed his brows. He had dinner a few minutes ago, and was now ready for bed. His lips were still curled downward. For even now, something had still been on his mind.

The door came open with a creak. His heart mildly jumped in alarm, his eyes darting glancing in the direction. But of course.. as a freckled face slowly poked in, he let out a sigh.

"..hello, your majesty." Y/N dryly greeted.

"Hey, dickhead."

"..mmh.. what an extravagant nickname. Did I upset you?"

"..tch."

Phillip clicked his tongue, approaching the closet nearby which held an array of pajamas, jackets, and shoes inside. He let his face look in Y/Ns direction still, a sigh escaping from his mouth while the light of the candle wondered over his light brown face.

"The hells with you tonight?"

"..whatever do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." Phillip scoffed, "You've been real fuckin' quiet ever since dinner. And why do you keep starin' at me like that?"

Y/N blinked. Oh.. he had been staring. He looked back down at his lap, sighing. "Well, apologies, but I don't really think you should expect me to be happy after you pranked me yet again."

"Seriously? You're still on that?"

"..."

He gave a rough sigh. In truth, for Y/N, it.. wasn't really the prank. No. It was something else. But it was something else he didn't really want to admit, for the thought humiliated him too much, and the thought made him realize something that he didn't exactly want to think about.

"..dude. Come on."

He heard Phillip speak. He could see Phillip looking at him from in the corner of the closet as he slipped off his jacket, hanging it on one of the hangers within the closet. Phillip's blue eyes of oceans were staring back at him with a strange softness, seeming as if the waters within them had calmed down. His pink lips pressed together, formed into a frown. His brows barely furrowed.

A warmth flushed over Y/Ns face. Even just looking at Phillip reminded him of the humiliation he felt about.. about that prank.

The flame from the candle flickered behind him, yet it seemed to rise-strangely feeling warmer. After a few moments, Phillip let out a sigh.

"..look. I'm.. I think I mighta went too far." He hesitated. "Even though I don't really know what it is I did wrong. I mean, I prank you all the time. I just noticed I hadn't done it in a while. So I thought I should do it again like old times."

"You say that as if it were ages ago."

"...ugh.." Phillip groaned.

"I.. I just don't particularly enjoy being pranked. Especially by you. You don't even know how paranoid it's made me. Thinking something will be in my drink, being on edge every time I go into town. I know you despise me, and I despise you-but a part of me.. I guess, just.. wants to be treated with respect. You went to the same college I did. You should at least see me on your level."

Y/N paused. Should he have said that? He didn't really.. know if he trusted Phillip with knowing that information now.

"..then again.." Y/N huffed, "It feels like you never see anyone on your level."

"I.. guess I get that." Phillip replied. "..geez. I.. didn't think it was that bad."

"Mm.. don't use sarcasm on me now."

"I'm not being sarcastic. I.." Phillip hesitated again. "Okay.. yeah. I'll.. I guess I probably shouldn't have pranked you after that little moment we had. If you did all that to Mary for the reason I think you did, me deciding to mess with you again probably wasn't the best move."

"..who would have guessed? His Majesty finally appears to have a thought about someone besides himself."

"..mm.. I'm sorry, man." His voice softened.

"..."

"You.. I don't really like you, but you really aren't that much of a douchebag if you decided to do.. that to that chick for me. You just make me really mad anytime I'm around you, and I don't know why. I'll.. I'll try not to prank you like that again."

"..are you being serious?"

"..'Course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"..."

This was odd. He normally had some kind of snarky remark to add, or would reveal he was just trying to trick Y/N into saying something or doing something. What was he trying to pull? Or.. was he not trying to pull anything at all?

Y/N paused. And let out a sigh. "..well.. alright. I accept your apology. If it somehow ends up not being genuine on your part though, I may consider leaving this house for good despite what I promised."

"Yeah, yeah.. don't worry. You won't have to get rid of me for a long time."

"..oh, joy."

Y/N then let his eyes look away, gazing at the cot of the bed as Phillip gathered his clothes, and began to walk toward the door so he could find somewhere to change into his pajamas. Phillip had apologized to him. Again. Come to think of it, he had been apologizing a lot ever since Y/N came here.

..had.. this idea of Alexander's been working after all?

...

No. As far as Y/N could tell, he still thought of Phillip with disdain. But it seemed a bit more mild now.