(WRITING ABOUT THE BEANNNN)
You sat outside of the debate hall. Your brother was listening to the Hamilton vs. Jefferson debate, and you decided to come with him. Unfortunately, they "ran out of seats" before you got there, leaving you without a spot and your brother inside alone.
You walked, your hands trailing the railing as you smiled slightly. The night was gorgeous, and you were glad to get some fresh air. You decided to walk towards the garden.
You sat on a bench in the gazebo, looking around at the beauty surrounding you. You heard footsteps, and your eyes widened. Walking your way was a large man in a purple suit. His dark curls were everywhere, and his brown eyes sparkled. He was talking to another man, making motions with his hands.
You heard a commotion in the hall, and stood up, waiting for your brother. All of a sudden, the curly-haired man bumped into you.
You nearly fell.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Madame!" He frowned slightly, making sure you were alright.
"It's okay, sir." You smiled slightly at the magenta-clad man. He smiled back calmly, his warm, brown eyes staring into your (e/c) ones.
He reached for your hand.
"I'm Thomas Jefferson, but feel free to call me Yours."
You blushed at his terrible line.
"Well, Mr.Jefferson, my name is (Y/N) (L/N)."
Jefferson smiled, taking your hand and kissing it softly.
"May our fates draw us closer once more. Goodbye for now, Ms. (L/N)."
You waved, blushing.
YOU ARE READING
Hamilton X Reader Oneshots!
FanficAs I have become true Hamiltrash, I figure I need to write Fanfiction. Requests are open! *steps away* I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future Wattpadians wonder how Microwave reacted when you read her boooooook~
