not active

-wrote in all caps in his letters when he was excited

-slept under a tree with Washington after the battle of Monmouth, both enveloped in Washington’s cape

-basically saved the life of the Queen by kissing her hand

-re-gifted a fucking aligator to President John Adams cause he didn’t know what the fuck to do with it

-wanted to go kill the Beast of Gévaudan (some big scary people-eating wolf that scared the shit out of the french at the time) by himself at like 6 years old

-called both Jefferson and Washington on their bullshit, telling them to free all their slaves… neither listened

-actually bought an entire island full of slaves with his wife Adrienne and freed them all, gave them money for the work they did, gave them education

-last letter he wrote before his death was about freeing slaves and how sad he was that France was taking so long to give people of colour the same rights than white people

-died holding a picture of his dead-wife to his heart

-cried with Jefferson when they met for the first time in years after both American and French revolutions

-continued to fight and got back on his horse when he was shot in the leg during his first battle

-called his only son “George Washington de Lafayette”

-was socially awkward af, especially when he was young

-a ginger

-left France to go fight for America when the King, his step family, and basically the whole court told him “no”

-had to sneak out of France

-sources differ, but probably left disguised as a woman so no one would recognised him

-gave the biggest symbol of French Revolution  (the key of the just-destroyed Bastille, a prison where the enemies of the King and Kingdom were imprisoned) to Washington

-orphan

-told Washington he was his lost father

-tripped when dancing with the Queen of France and never heard the end of it

-had “sleepovers” on the grass with John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton where they talked about politic

-threw himself in front of a loaded cannon ready to shoot to try to stop an event of the french Revolution to become too bloody

-at some point, pretty much everyone in France wanted him dead

-slept through two of the biggest events of the french Revolution lol

-gave money and helped a lot of poor farmers in need

-fought for other religions than his and the King’s own to be respected and have the same rights (specifically fought for Protestant and Jewish people)

-fought against death penalties

-brought back some dirt from America and told his son to put it on top of his grave when he dies

-redecorated his whole house in France just like American’s homes

-actually told people he was American

-altogether had a slight obsessing problem with America

-had his own room at Washington’s home

-had a ring with Washington’s hair in it

-was one of the richest man in France at the age of 12 because his whole family had basically died at that point

-changed back his family motto to “Why not?”

-was only 19 when he left for America

-was detained in horrible conditions in prison for 5 years (2 of which with his wife and daughters)

Prompt; some Sugar Daddy!AU 

Pairing(s); TJeffs x Reader

Warning(s); none.. yet ?

A/N; SOOOO I 10000% blame @a-schuylerr for this mess ….

(No relevance to whats about to happen.. but oh welllll..)

It’s finally ready. I’m so sorry for the long wait. Like I said I had a really hard time with this one for some reason. Thanks so much for your patience. 

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Part One Part Two

Word Count: 6121

When your alarm went off the next morning you felt like you hadn’t slept at all. Your talk with Lafayette had done nothing except make you more frustrated. You had tossed and turned and didn’t quite remember falling asleep in the first place. A yawn and a good stretch later you wandered your way into the kitchen to rummage for a spoon and bowl. It seemed like a fruit loops kind of morning and as you ate you once again started thinking about what you had heard Laf say before you walked out the door.

Ils sont tous deux si obstinés qu'ils ne verront jamais qu'ils sont vraiment pareils.

As you drain the last of the milk from the bowl and put it in the sink you scoff at the thought. It was already creeping close to your first class of the day and you were still in your pajamas.

“Where does he get off saying that? I mean yes I’m stubborn, but Jefferson and I being alike? Please that’s total bullshit,” you say to your own reflection in your bathroom mirror as you brush your teeth.

You dressed quickly and as you shut the door your only thought was that you were going to prove Lafayette was wrong.

 pairing: philip hamilton x jefferson!reader

summary: jefferson’s kid and hamilton’s kid. what could go wrong?

word count: 1862 

warning(s): none

author’s note: modern au. did they even have take your child to work day in 1700s. requests are open. 

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   Your dad held your hand as you entered the building. As soon as you entered your dad’s smile turned to a frown. You followed his gaze and spotted a short man with long hair standing next to a boy who must have been his son. Judging by your dad’s face you knew exactly who that man was.

   As if he could feel the hatred radiating off of your father he turned and looked at the two of you. He walked over to you with the kid close behind. Your dad’s grip tightened on your hand.

   “Hamilton,” your dad greeted. His gaze shifted downward. “Little Hamilton.”

   “It’s Philip,” the young boy practically shouted. You nuzzled into your father’s side.

   “So Jefferson, who’s that little one?” Hamilton looked down at you and you wished you could become smaller.

   “That’s (Y/N),” you dad answered for you. Hamilton laughed slightly.

   “What? Is she mute?” You felt yourself getting red.

   “She doesn’t like strangers.” Stranger. Probably the nicest thing your father had ever called Mr. Hamilton.

   “Hmm, I didn’t even know you had a kid.”

   “Well, you aren’t exactly the first person I would go to to gush about the wonders of parenting.” Your fathers deadpan expression made it clear that he had no interest in continuing the conversation.

   “The kids should probably run along, shouldn’t they?”

   Your dad ushered you into a room full of a bunch of other kids. You sat down next to the only person you recognized, Theodosia Burr. Unfortunately, Philip sat down next to you.

   “My dad doesn’t like your dad,” Philip said even though you had hoped he’d remain silent.

   “My dad doesn’t like yours either,” you replied.

   “I thought you didn’t like strangers.”

   “I don’t like your dad.” Philip looked offended.

   “Well, I don’t like you.”

   “I don’t care.” Suddenly, you felt someone pulling at your hair. You turned around and hissed,“ Do that again and I’ll break your arm.” There was another tug.

   You turned around in your chair and launched yourself at him. He screamed but you weren’t stopping anytime soon. By the time an adult pried you off of him, he had tons of bruises and if the adult was just a second late his arm would have been broken.

   Take Your Child To Work day was your favorite day of the year. It housed a lot of memories. The first year when you met Philip, beat him up and was stuffed inside a “Get Along” shirt with him.

   Then over the years you became closer. If it wasn’t for your moms agreeing to have playdates you probably wouldn’t have seen each other outside of Take Your Child To Work days. Still they were special you two, like little friendship anniversaries…or maybe even a little more than that. There was that one time you had managed to sneak away from the others and had your first kiss with him.

   Still, you two were just friends. Or at least that’s what you told everyone.

   This year Theodosia was driving you there because as you got older it just wasn’t cool to come with your dad anymore. Theo played some song and you nodded to the beat.

   “Philip’s coming, right?” You turned towards her and she was smirking.

   “He better be. I texted him last night and he said he was. If he doesn’t show up I’ll kick his ass…again.” Theo laughed.

   As soon as you pulled up to the building you saw Philip waiting there looking right at you. You ran out of the car and approached him.

   “Little Hamilton,” you called. He pulled you into a hug.

   “(Y/N)!” He wrapped his arm around your waist. “Hey, aren’t you a little old to still come to these things.” You raised an eyebrow.

   “Aren’t you?”

   “I’ll take any chance to get out of school.” You turned towards him but he was looking dead ahead. You slapped him in the chest and he laughed. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I would never miss Take Your Child To Work day. It’s our thing!”

   As soon as you walked into the building you saw your fathers engaging in a very heated discussion. Apparently they saw you to because they stopped arguing and made their way over. Your dads glared at Philip and his arm dropped. 

    “Mr. Jefferson,” Philip held out his hand for your dad to shake but your father ignored him. 

   “Hamilton.” You know he was going to bring up the hand around your waist but before he could you threw your arms around him. 

    “Hey daddy!” You hoped saying something childish like that would soften him up. “I’m so happy to be here today, I love take your child to work day. It brings back memories of when I was just a little girl. I love spending time with you.” 

    Your dad’s expression quickly changed. He smiled like he had completely forgotten Philip was there. He hugged you tightly. 

    “I’m so glad you still like to come to things like this. I thought you’d get tired of coming here every year.” 

   “Never. We should get going but I’ll see you later for lunch.” You turned and walked to the room where all the kids went every year. Philip caught up and stared at you with wide eyes. 

   “What was that?” 

   “My dad is a sucker for his little girl. I just gotta act like I’m still his little girl and within second he’s wrapped around my finger.” 

    “Wow, that’s magic right there.” You wiggled your fingers at him like your were casting some spell on him. He gasped and put his hand over his heart. Both of you burst out laughing. 

    Philip absentmindedly played with your fingers out of the view of everyone. Some guy was giving the same speech that was given every year. You, Philip, and Theo were sitting in the back of the room not paying the slightest bit of attention. 

    Philip leaned closer to you so he could whisper something into your ear. “I’m bored.” You rolled your eyes. 

    “You’re always bored.”

    “Incorrect, I’m bored when other people are being boring.” You didn’t bother responding. After a few minutes he whispered,” We should sneak out of here.” A smile creeped onto your lips, you knew things were about to get a lot more interesting.

    “Why should I? How about you persuade me?” Philip smiled at you. 

   “I’ll make it worth your while.” That was all he had to say. Your hand was up in the air. The boring guy called on you.

   “May I go to the restroom?” He said yes and you slipped out of the room. You waited in the corridor for Philip. He seemed to be taking his time. Suddenly, a bunch of shouts rang from inside the room. Philip came running out, he grabbed your hand and continued to run. 

    “What’s with all the shouting?” Philip stopped running and smiled at you. 

   “So I asked to go to the bathroom and he said I had to wait ‘til you came back so I called him sexist and I started an equal right riot.” You couldn’t stop laughing. 

    “Won’t they miss their riot leader?” 

    “Nah, they can carry on without me.” 

    Philip and you navigated through the halls as you had done so many years in a row. Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled you into an empty room and you noticed that it was covered from wall to wall with books. There were a few chairs and tables but it was just you and Philip. 

    Philip leaned down and he was about to kiss you when you backed away. 

   “Is that how you thought you’d impress me? No chance, Hamilton. I wanna hear a poem.” Philip groaned. 

   “Okay, fine but only if you beatbox.” 

   “You’ve got yourself a deal.” You raised your hands to your mouth and began to beatbox.

   “My name is Philip. I am a poet. But you should already know it. And I think you’re real fine. After this I hope that you’ll be mine. I needed advice so I went to straight my mother. I told her ‘Ma, I think I might really love her.’ She said I gotta tell you what I think. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq!” 

    You lowered your hands. Had Philip just confessed his love to you? Philip stood there staring at you. You rushed towards him and your lips went crashing  against his.You could feel his hands wrap around either side of your hips. Your hands went straight to his face and neck. 

    You were too wrapped up in each other to hear the shouting going on on the other side of the door. 

    “Will you just leave me alone? I can’t even get a damn book in peace!” 

    “I’ll leave you alone as soon as you start acting like an actual adult and finish our conversation!” 

    “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep ignoring you.” The door burst open and your only indicator to the new presence was two gasps. 

    You pulled away from Phillip and looked right at your dad. Your very angry dad. Phillip nearly jumped two feet away from you when he saw the faces of both of your fathers. 

    “Dad,” you mumbled. 

   “Hamilton,” your dad screamed at Philip. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you in his direction. “Alexander Hamilton, keep your son and his wandering hands away from my damn kid.” Philip looked completely hurt. 

    “Sir, with all due respect-”

    “Shut up, before I shut you up.” 

    “Don’t talk to him that way,” Mr. Hamilton shouted. “How do you know it wasn’t your daughter who-”

    “Because my daughters a good girl.” 

    “Well, I couldn’t tell by the way she-” Their shouts overlapped each other until you could barely make out what was being said. 

    “Hey,” you screamed over the both of them. They both fell silent and stared at you. You moved out of your fathers grip and took a step towards Philip. “Dad, I really like Philip. I’m sorry you had to hear that in this way but it’s true.” You grabbed Philip’s hand. 

    “Mr. Hamilton, I am so sorry if you got a bad impression of me but I swear I am a good girl. I hope….I know that I will have many chances to redeem myself in your eyes and I know that I will succeed. As Philip will redeem himself in my dad’s eyes because he really is a good boy.” You sounded a lot more confident than you felt. 

    You thought that your dad would ignore you completely and forbid you from ever seeing Phillip again but for once he was quiet. Your dad and Mr. Hamilton looked between each other. 

    Your dad sighed and finally said. “Fine. Anything that’ll make you happy.” You were filled with joy. You threw yourself on your dad in a bone crushing hug. 

summary: when you wake up to a man in your bed you’re surprised that he turns out to be your future boss.

request: -

warning: talks of sex, business owner! Daveed

a/n: boiiiii this rp w/ alex is good and i have three collabs 

feedback appreciated / masterlist

Your hand covered your lips as you yawned, you hands stretched and grabbed at air as your eyes stayed close. The heel of your hands came in contact with your eyes as rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You noticed a lump in your bed, eyebrows furrowing, you poked it.

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

(Collab with @midnightokieriete)

Requested?: ‘Can you do a Laurens x Reader where he’s sad over Ham courting Eliza but then he meets reader? Thank you!! 🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚’

Prompt: John is arranged to marry some woman and he’s scorned over Alexander courting Eliza.

Words: 10,000+

Warnings: Arranged marriage, Fluff, Slavery, Wedding, Historical Inaccuracies

Masterlist / Tay’s Masterlist

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“Wait, what?”

“I’m courting Elizabeth Schuyler, Laurens. Do you remember her? We met at the-”

“Winter’s Ball. Yes, I recall.” John’s voice was tight, his tightened fists hidden in his coat pockets. Alexander grinned happily, unaware of his friend’s abnormal behavior.

“I’ve come to fancy her, and through our letters, she agreed to court me. We’ve been together for a few weeks now.”

“Ah, yes. Congratulations.” John replied curtly. Alexander pulled John into a hug, finally noticing his stiff posture. John did not offer a hug back, just a small smile. “I’m happy for you, Hamilton.”

Alexander’s smile wavered, scanning Laurens’ face. “Are you okay, John? You seem…peculiar.” John quickly realized his demeanor, and cleared his throat, faking a huge smile for his friend.

“No, no! Please, Alexander, I am fine. Let’s go and tell the others!” John placed his hand on the small of Alexander’s back, and they began walking.

John felt his heart shatter the moment he heard that his close friend was courting someone. He wanted to hide from the world and cry his eyes out. Sadly, John had fallen in love with Alexander. It was very taboo for a man to love another man but John could not lie to himself about his feelings. It wasn’t lusting. It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t infatuation. It was love. But, John could not be with Alexander and love him publicly, as much as he wanted to. He must find a woman and marry her, just like Alexander and all the other men in the world. John must follow society’s rules or else he will find himself outcasted or, even, dead.

So, he kept all of his feelings to himself.

John and Alexander made it to the tent, Alexander excitedly telling his friends about Eliza. Laurens stood in the corner, smiling whenever he was obligated to and laughing when it was needed. As he watched, another fellow soldier came into the room, giving him a letter. He glanced over the recipient’s name and sighed.

It was his father.

He told his friends that he would be back, and walked out the tent to a lone tree that rested in the middle of the open field. He sat under the shade of the plant and began reading the letter.

Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens

Your mother and I have seldom received letters from you. It worries her that you do not update us on your predicament, although I understand why you cannot. I am on leave from my post, and your mother has special news for you.

We have found a suitable maiden for you to marry. Since you are unable to court due to your lack of caring, we have decided to find you one ourselves. She is an acceptable young woman, with interests in the arts and sciences. Your mother thought you would appreciate that.

Nevertheless, send me a letter back promptly so that we may arrange a meeting with her and her family.

Delegate of the Continental Congress

Henry Laurens

John tightened his grip on the paper, anger fuming from him. He marched back to the tent, his temper not lowering. Why did his father have to be such a-

“John? John are you alright?” Lafayette asked, looking over at his freckled-faced friend. John shook his head. Everything that happened today was getting to him, and this was the last straw.

“My father has arranged for me to meet a woman. He wants us to marry.” He growled, throwing the letter onto the ground. Mulligan stood up and grabbed the letter. He scanned it over quickly, then looked up.

“I’m sure he means well,” Mulligan said, trying to cheer up his friend. John shook his head, grabbing his coat off of Lafayette’s cot.

“When does he ever mean well?” John grumbled, fixing his outfit. Hamilton looked at him with concern, his smile finally gone from his face. John knew he was ruining the moment for his best friend, but he was just tired of everything not going his way.

First, the man John is in love with courts a woman he barely knows.

Then, his father comes up with this idiotic idea for him to marry someone he doesn’t even have the name of.

It’s going to be a long war.

A/n: My friend is on an internship in New York, and she has tickets to see Hamilton… which got me thinking… I was bored and procrastinating… and I hadn’t written a soulmate AU in years… I need to reclaim my title as soulmate queen. (Also, apologies, I don’t know the tags for this fandom, sooo… This is a thing right?)  Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you appear on your arm. Written in third person. Starts in James Madison’s POV then shifts to Thomas Jefferson. No warnings other than Thomas has a bad attitude. 

Part Two     Masterlist

There are three facts about Thomas Jefferson of which James Madison was absolutely certain: 1) Thomas Jefferson does not have a soulmate. 2) Thomas Jefferson doesn’t want one. 3) It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

James had known Thomas for many years now, and he doubted any living person knew the man better. Even so, it didn’t take an expert to know Thomas’s view on the subject. Any person with eyes could look down at Thomas’s arm and see it lay bare of words. Any person who’d had a conversation with him on the subject could see he didn’t want to find any words there, and every person who’d ever encountered Thomas, even in passing, had likely come to the same conclusion as James. It was for the best. The universe was saving whatever poor woman would have been latched to him from a life playing second fiddle to Thomas’s ambition and hubris.  

Looking across the banquet hall, James could see Alexander Hamilton, who had been deep in conversation with Thomas for much of the afternoon, coming to those same conclusions. Hamilton had been among the first batch of people to approach Thomas when he arrived, and James barely salvaged a moment to warn Thomas of the situation before he dove into a lengthy discussion with the young immigrant.

James couldn’t decide whether he was amused or terrified. The pair seemed to be amicable enough at the moment, but that could change in a flash. Hamilton and Jefferson were both as stubborn as each other, and they were both fully equipped with sufficient verbal ammunition to break out into an all-out war right in the hall. James had a sneaking suspicion the only reason the two had yet to shed any blood was due to the close proximity of President Washington, the host of tonight’s affair.

“Someone should really go and separate those two before they realize how terribly opposed their views are. I’d hate to get any blood stains on the new rug.” James glanced up to see it was Martha Washington who spoke.  

Smiling James offered a hand out to greet the woman, “I do believe that will happen regardless of our intervention, ma’am.”

Martha gave a simple nod in the direction of his hand, and James’s hand dropped, realizing both of hers were occupied. In her left Martha held a nearly empty glass of wine, and in her right she held a hand, not her husband’s either.

James studied the younger woman attached to Martha’s side with interest. She had a death grip of Mrs. Washington’s hand and looked to be cowering behind the older woman. To her credit, Martha also appeared to be shielding the girl, who looked about ready to sink into the floor. The forlorn expression on her face and the tightness on Martha’s told James that neither of them particularly wanted the young woman to be there. Whether that was because Martha did not care for her to be at the banquet or whether Martha cared to protect her from it, James could not be sure.

“Mrs. Washington, I do not believe I’ve had the honor to meet your acquaintance,” James addressed the unknown woman with a slight bow of his head, “James Madison.”

“Oh, of course,” Martha flashed a forgetful smile James would have believed had he not seen it before. “Mr. Madison, this is my dear younger sister, (Y/n) Elizabeth Aylett.”

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am,” James bowed his head.

The woman, whom he now knew to be (Y/n) Elizabeth), gave a one-handed curtsey in response and a rather hesitant smile. Her grip on Martha’s hand loosened slightly, but she made little move to approach him any closer or step out from behind Martha’s guarded stance.

“Has your sister been introduced to Mr. Jefferson or Mr. Hamilton? Perhaps we could make their acquaintance on that pretense,” James suggested, waving a hand to where his oldest friend stood, still in deep, uninterrupted discussion with the new Secretary of Treasury.

“James!” A familiar voice boomed as a hand came down firmly to clap James on the shoulder. “I am so glad you could come.”

James turned to face George Washington and extended a hand, “Mr. President, did you really think I would miss a welcome banquet for my oldest friend?”

George accepted James’s hand and shook it firmly. “Your oldest friend who has spent the majority of the night politely refuting every word that has left the mouth of Secretary Hamilton.” George gave James a pointed smirk. “I dare say those two are cut from the same cloth.”

“I don’t know if I would go that far, sir.” James nodded his head in the direction of the pair, who seemed to have been quietly escalating their disagreement. “Even if they were, I doubt either would admit it. However, I do think they are both stubborn enough to continue this fight until someone forces them to cease blows.”

“Oh let them stew for a moment more,” George waved off James’s concern with a light chuckle. “They both work best when they’re angry. Perhaps if we leave them to it long enough they’ll build the whole country while trying to outdo each other.”

James did not share George’s confidence in the pair of men. He didn’t know who he was more concerned for. He’d seen Hamilton work. The young man had an unmatched determination, and put to work it could do some serious damage. However, Thomas Jefferson was not a man to cross, probably a fourth fact to add to his list if he ever felt like expanding it. There had been more than one occasion over the course of their friendship that he found himself thanking the heavens Thomas was on his side not against him. Nevertheless, James allowed George to table his concerns and the conversation to steer away.

“You know James,” George glanced down at the younger man’s sleeve covered arm with a knowing smirk. “Mr. Burr is here tonight.”

James’s hand instinctively went to his arm. Under the sleeve, the first words from his soulmate, Mr. Burr speaks very highly of you, Mr. Madison. “I’m afraid I have already met all of the women you have invited tonight, not including Mrs. Aylett.” He gestured to Martha’s sister. “Though I appreciate your concern.”

“Well no danger of that tonight, Mr. Madison.” Martha piped up, still holding firmly to her sister. “Perhaps the next banquet,” with a kind smile she added, “We’ll see to it Mr. Burr is invited to all of them.”

“How kind of you, Mrs. Washington,” James nodded politely.

James waited silently as George turned to address Martha about the time dinner would begin. His eyes wondered over to (Y/n), who also seemed very uninterested in the conversation. Her eyes had wandered away, and her guard had dropped slightly as she looked around the room. James followed her gaze to Jefferson and Hamilton who had since been joined by Aaron Burr, the same Aaron Burr who would one day introduce James to his soulmate.

‘No danger of that tonight,’ James reminded himself of Martha’s words, harsh but true. It occurred to him at first that she may have spoken prematurely. He knew everyone else in the room, but her sister had yet to speak a word to him. It didn’t seem likely, given that (Y/n) probably did not know Aaron Burr and had no reaction herself to his first words to her. Even so, Martha had said it with an odd sense of finality. If James could not see the looping cursive peeking out from under (Y/n)’s sleeves, he’d have assumed Martha was so assured in her statement because her sister had no soulmate. He supposed, now, it must have been because she knew the words on her sister’s arm, or that her sister had already found her soulmate. Though if that was the case, why was he not here?

A million possibilities were running through James’s mind. There wasn’t anything else particularly interesting to do that night.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, didn’t anyone tell you the war was over?” The voice of Aaron Burr echoed across the hall. Clearly James had been too soon assuming the night would be uninteresting.

George caught James’s eye. “Let’s go end the squabbling; shall we?” George offered an arm to his wife, and (Y/n) reluctantly dropped her death grip on Martha so her sister could accept.

The married couple led the way, and James followed after them beside a meek-looking (Y/n) who still refused to speak. The poor, quiet girl was walking into a lion’s den with Burr, Jefferson, and Hamilton. If she was hesitant around him, he could only imagine how badly she’d be spooked by the other three men. James made a concerted effort to circle around to her other side and place himself between her and the other three. He’d thought he’d been subtle with the gesture, but the sheepish smile (Y/n) sent his way told him otherwise. His only reply was to nod in confirmation.

“Mr. President,” Aaron Burr gave a bow of his head to the approaching group, effectively halting all conversation between Hamilton and Jefferson. “How are you this evening?”

“Quite well, Mr. Burr. How are you? Enjoying the festivities, I see,” The president looked between his two secretaries admonishingly.

Hamilton, at least, had the respect to look scorned, “My apologies, Mr. President. Secretary Jefferson and I were simply discussing…”

“Enough of that,” George waved away Hamilton’s concerns. “This is meant to be a celebration. Mr. Jefferson has only just returned to us from France. Let’s leave our work to the office, shall we?”

“Of course, Mr. President.” Thomas Jefferson gave a respectful bow of his head. “Thank you for hosting this dinner tonight. I appreciate your hospitality.”

“And we appreciate your assistance. I look forward to working with you, but for now let’s enjoy our evening.” George addressed the pair of them.

Hamilton bowed his head and turned his attention from the group. “If you all will excuse me, my soulmate is speaking with Mrs. Adams and appears to want my attention.” He went off with one last nod to the President.

“You haven’t even made it into work yet, and the two of you are already finding things to bicker over,” George’s tone was teasing, but there was a certain sense of warning to it that none of the group missed.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to call it bickering, merely a difference of opinions unrelated to work. I’m sure we’ll be able to put it aside in future work.” Thomas politely refuted the President’s concern.

“Unrelated?” James cut in. He knew both men well enough. They had plenty of points of contention related to politics. He couldn’t imagine they would have had enough time to make it through all of them and find something else to argue about.

“Soulmates, of course,” Thomas waved his hand in the direction Alexander had retreated. “He brought up the topic and seemed rather disgruntled by my stance on the subject.” Thomas was being very careful not to launch into his opinion again. He doubted this group, Martha and the woman he didn’t know in particular, would appreciate it.

“Ah yes,” George mused. “Alexander mustn’t be familiar with your perennial bachelorhood.”

“I was married once, you know,” Thomas pointed out to George with a teasing tone that in no way seemed to disagree with George’s statement.

“It happens sometimes,” Martha seemed to miss the tone in Thomas’s voice and took him more literally. “You know, people getting married outside of soulmates.” Her eyes trailed to the other woman in the group, standing between George and James and trying desperately to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room.

Thomas’s eyes trailed over the girl. “Who might your friend be, Mrs. Washington?” The question was addressed to Martha, but his eyes were firmly on the woman, expecting the answer to come from her.

She made no move to answer or even acknowledge Thomas’s presence, and Martha piped up immediately in response. “Mr. Jefferson, this is my sister, (Y/n) Elizabeth Aylett.”

“Can she not answer for herself?” Thomas fought the urge to roll his eyes when he looked back to Martha.

“As a matter of fact -” Martha sputtered out, agitation bubbling up in her expression.

“Mr. Jefferson,” George warned coolly, all pretense dropping from his voice.

Thomas wanted to scoff. He couldn’t get a word out today without being berated, first by Hamilton, then Burr, now the Washingtons. This banquet was supposed to be in honor of his return, and all he wanted to do was leave. Any other day he would have been the epitome of cordial, but that Hamilton had wound him tight. He wanted none of this.

Turning to (Y/n), he practically growled out his first words to her, “What? Are you mute or something?”

Everyone froze for just a moment. Aaron Burr was looking at him aghast. James’s expression was simply exasperated. George Washington had the stern expression of a no-nonsense general, and Martha looked a mixture of angry and shocked at his side. The woman, (Y/n), simply looked resigned. She was meeting Thomas’s gaze now, but the look in her eyes was not that of a woman scorned. It looked more like a woman broken.

The look in her eye was all Thomas needed to realize he’d made a mistake.

(Y/n) turned to her sister and made a quick gesture, wiping her fingers twice over the palm of her outstretched hand, before she turned for the door.

“Wait, I-,” Thomas reached out to the woman, ready to apologize. Instead, his hand was snatched away.

When he looked back, he was expecting a disappointed James or maybe a wary Aaron Burr. He was certainly not expecting to have to look down into the eyes of an absolutely livid Martha Washington. “You… You…” She was trying desperately to form sentences, but her anger was suppressing her speech.

“I’m sorry, deeply sorry.” Thomas looked away ashamed. “It has been a rough evening. I didn’t intend to take it out on your sister.”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Martha’s voice was growing louder with her building rage. “You should be apologizing to (Y/n)! Not just for this, for decades of hating herself! Do you realize how much damage you’ve done to her?”

Now Thomas was confused, very confused. “I beg your pardon, ma’am?”

“Every day she wakes up to those words burned into her arm! Ashamed of who she is and knowing you’re ashamed of it too!” Martha’s ranting had attracted attention from a good portion of the banquet hall now. George reached out to his wife, trying to rein her in.

Thomas tried placating the irate woman. “I don’t understand what you mean, Mrs. Washington. Perhaps, I should just go find (Y/n) and…”

George took the matter on himself and pulled his wife from Thomas, stepping up close to the man so none of the now eavesdropping guests could hear his voice carry. “Your words are on (Y/n)’s arm. You must be her soulmate.”

“I don’t have a soulmate.” Thomas replied almost mechanically, turning his arm slightly so George could see the blank expanse of skin.

from the Jamilton agent au

my first youtube shitpost(?)

my first youtube shitpost(?)

The girl’s mother thanked Delvar for his work and explained to him how important it is for Brooklyn to wave at him every thursday. He was pretty surprised but he admitted that every time he drove near the house he hoped that the girl would wave at him.  That’s not the end of the story though. Next week Delvar had a surprise for the little girl.

He brought her a bunch of amazing birthday gifts!

They both got quite popular, and Delvar is getting a lot of thank you messages from trashmen from all over the world for representing them in such a good way.