(Third book) Philip Hamilton X Reader: The almost truth can beguile

-Chapter 34: Family sticks together-

A day had passed and John had, again, decided to ditch the group and go outside to "chop some wood". As George stewed up some soup,  Jones chopped some vegetables while Y/N was given the task to fetch John. 

"I don't wanna do it," She said as she folded her arms. "Oh, come on. Now you're acting like him," Jones said as he finely chopped the onions. "One of you has to reach out their hand to the other," he told her. Y/N sat down on a chair and shook her head no. "I didn't do anything wrong," She said. "He's the one throwing a fit," 

"Y/N," George said, back turned to her as he used a ladle to stir the soup. "Sometimes it's okay to be better than some people," He advised. With a loud grunt, Y/N stood up. "Fine, I'll go ask him if he wants some soup," She said as she reluctantly stepped toward the door. "Thank you," George smiled as she left. 

"You know, you always say you're a very unlucky man," Jones said as he grabbed a carrot. "But your life experiences are hella poetic sometimes," He shrugged and began peeling the carrot. "I guess so," George mumbled as he kept slowly stirring the soup.

The streets were empty. Not like there were a lot of people passing by this street anyway. But everything felt a bit off as Y/N wandered into the forest near the house where John had presumably gone to "chop some wood". And wouldn't you know, a few feet into the woods was John who was chopping some wood.

"Wow, you're chopping wood. I thought you were joking," Y/N said as she approached John. "What'd you want?" John asked as he put a piece of wood on an old tree stump and grabbed his axe that was leaning on a tree. "George made soup," She explained before John swung his axe over his shoulder and back down at the piece of wood, effectively splitting it in half immediately. "So that's cool," She mumbled and looked away. 

"I don't want soup," John mumbled as he kicked the two pieces of wood off the stump. "Well, you didn't really eat breakfast so you need to eat something sometime soon," Y/N suggested. "And since when do you care about my health?" John asked, putting another log on the stump. "Because we're-" John swung his axe again and split the log in two again. "-kinda family!" Y/N finished, wincing as John kicked the pieces off again.

"I don't care if we're kinda family," John told her as he dropped the axe to face her. "You did care when you thought we were family!" Y/N argued back. "I am still your wife's daughter!" 

"I didn't like my wife! Why did you think I left?" John spat back. "Now's not the time to throw your non-existent divorce papers at me, bruv," Y/N said and poked him in the chest. "I have a deep hatred for you but you're still my dad. If not my biological then my adoptive one," John remained silent as Y/N sighed deeply, rubbing the tears out her eyes.

"You're the one I heard about the most, you're the one my mother talked about the most, you're the one I missed the most. Even though you abandoned us... I still-" 

"Hear ye, Hear ye. A Message from the queen!" 

John and Y/N turned around as they saw three nobles riding horses in the streets. All the locals came out of their homes and gathered around the horses as they came to a halt. The two looked at each other before unanimously deciding to head on over and hear what they had to say.

The leader of the three opened up a scroll and read out loud: "A couple of intruders have invaded the castle yesterday night and disturbed the peace at the prince's ball. Luckily there were no casualties but this cannot go unpunished. We have great reason to believe that we're holding one of their friends hostage. If the intruders do not report themselves before midnight, Philip Hamilton will be executed at said time," 

Y/N widened her eyes as she glanced over at John who was uncomfortably looking at the reader of the scroll. "If the intruders choose to sacrifice this young man over themselves we will take extra measures to comb out all of the villages with brute force and unnecessary deaths," 

"That's all," The leader said and closed the scroll. The crowd started to mumble and whisper as the nobles took off. "Well. I guess we're f*cked either way, no?" Y/N asked and looked at John. "Either we go down alone or we take an entire country with us," She sighed, twitching her fingers. "Maybe if I go alone and explain that it was just me, they'll let Philip go," She pondered as John glared at her.

"Are you serious?!" He asked her which took her off guard. "Are you really going down that easily?" He asked her. "What?" Y/N asked a bit flustered. "Come on, I know you might not be my flesh and blood but I know your bloodline is feisty as all hell," He said jabbing her arm. "We'll find a way to negotiate with the queen without risking anyone's life," 

"We?" Y/N asked. "I thought you said you didn't wanna go back," She recalled. "That's in the past-" 

"It was literally a minute ago-" 

"IN THE PAST!"

Y/N warmly smiled at him before quickly wrapping her arms around him. "Thanks," She mumbled. John slightly tensed up but patted her head. "We'll get you out of this,"