Drabbles and Such

Thomas Jefferson X Fem! Reader

Charmed by the Enemy

Being friends with the oh-so famous 'Schuyler Sisters' has it's pros and cons. The sisters are amazing friends, and you honestly couldn't ask for better, but they had a lot of drama surrounding them. The drama was usually petty—that is, until Alexander Hamilton walked into the picture.

Ever since the Winter's Ball in 1780, the two older sisters were thrown into a raging hurricane of emotions. Angelica's emotions being both hurt, at the loss of the man she loved, and happiness, for her sister. Eliza's emotions being love and joy, for she had finally found the man she wanted to marry. You, of course, were there for both sisters to vent or ramble to. For the most part you stayed out of the Hamilton drama. You merely watched and listened to the whole ordeal.

After Eliza and Alexander married you figured the excitement would die down and life would continue to flow mundanely, save for the inevitable children in the future. The excitement did die down, as you predicted, and your life continued with it's normal routine: attend events, turn down suitors your father brings to you, go shopping with some friends, repeat.

Life continued that way for a short amount of time and everything was peaceful. Then, Hamilton got involved in politics.

You acknowledged that Alexander was a brilliant man shortly after meeting him. He has a way with words and a quill like no one you have ever met. Yet you also knew how much trouble he could cause with his words; your proof being the whole 'romance the two Schuyler sisters' fiasco. You could only hope and pray that he stayed out of trouble; however, your prayers were left unanswered.

Alexander didn't necessarily get himself into trouble, but an instigator waltzed into town and brought the trouble with him.

The instigator? Thomas Jefferson.

Thomas Jefferson is a big man with big hair and a big ego. Or, at least, that is what you gathered from Alexander's raving about him that you witnessed when visiting Eliza. You had never met the man, but you heard about every insult in the book thrown at him from Hamilton's mouth.

Eliza confessed her dislike for Thomas Jefferson to you while you two were out for a walk. She had met him many times while attending events with her husband and he shamelessly flirted with nearly every woman in the room. You have a strong dislike for womanizers, so this information caused your opinion about Jefferson to become negative. Of course, you didn't have a deep hatred for him as Alexander seemingly does but you no longer had an unbiased view.

Eliza asked you to stay away from Jefferson, for her sake and Alexanders, to which you easily agreed. Would it really be all that hard to stay away from a man you don't normally socialize with? You didn't think so.

A few weeks passed with little excitement. Then, your father informed you of a ball you had to attend. A local family, a wealthy one, was hosting a Summer Ball. Your family was one of many which received an invitation. Your father didn't force you to do many things—though, many fathers forced their daughters into things such as marriage, attendance, and things of the sort—but he didn't give you the choice to attend. He claimed that many wealthy men would be there, looking for a woman to court. Your father didn't want to force you into a marriage; however, you were well at the marrying age and time was not slowing down. Your age, status, and the fact that you're an only child only contributed to the rush to marry you off.

As reluctant as you were to go, you knew your father would not give up on bringing you to this ball. You dressed in an elegant (Favorite Color) gown with matching accessories. You had your hair styled in curls with some of it pinned back, out of your face. As much as you despised these events, you love to dress up and feel like a princess for the night.

Your family arrived to the Ball at a decent time, receiving many warm welcomes from those who recognized you. Your family was not as well known as, say, the Schuylers, but you were certainly not invisible to the public. As your father and mother mingled with the other guests, you set off to find one of the Schuyler sisters. You were aware that they were supposed to attend the ball as well. You weaved through the crowd with expertise, as you've attended many of these events and have become quite good at finding your friends in a large crowd.

You finally spotted Eliza on one side of the ball room, her arm linked with Alexander's. You made your way towards her rather quickly, attempting to avoid any social confrontations with people you would rather not see. Lady Luck was not on your side that day.

"Milady! May I have this dance?" A rather loud voice calls to you as a large hand gently wraps around your forearm. You internally sigh, hearing a new song start as you take a moment to actually listen. "I'm sorry sir, but I am rather busy at the moment." You reply, not bothering to turn and face him as you hope he'll accept your refusal. "You don't seem busy. Mind telling me why you're in such a hurry?" That voice questions, his smooth Southern accent making his sentence seem like a song. You take a moment to think, deciding that taking the time to explain would take longer than the dance. "Actually, a dance wouldn't hurt." You finally turn to face your new dance partner. You look up to meet the dark eyes of the man before you. Your eyes sweep over his tall, toned body; wrapped in a rather vibrant purple suit. Your eyes wander back to his face, looking over his dark curls and trimmed facial hair. He smirks at you as soon as you finish your once-over. "Like what you see, darlin'?" He drawls, resting one hand on your waist and entwining the other hand with yours.

You rest your hand on his shoulder and smirk slightly as you shoot back, "Maybe. You obviously liked what you seen, since you were so lenient to dance with me." His smirk turns into a devious smile at your response. "Oh, I definitely did. Still do." He rakes his eyes over your figure before giving you a wink.

You laugh slightly, giving him a flirtatious smile. "Glad you're enjoying the view, but how do you know I'm available? You could very well be dancing with a woman already promised to another." You tease, looking up at him through your lashes. "You wouldn't be flirting with me if you were taken, darlin'." He replies knowingly.

The song reaches it's end much too soon, but your time with the handsome man did not end. You completely forgot about finding Eliza, so enthralled by your conversation with the man that you didn't realize you never caught his name. Nor did he know yours. You simply enjoyed each other's company, spending not a moment worrying about formalities or titles. The night seemed to fly by, though neither of you wanted it to end.

Your dreamlike night ended when reality decided to rear it's head again.

"Y/N! What are you doing with him?" A loud voice seethes. You turn your head to see, a red-faced, Alexander and Eliza steadily approaching you. "What do you mean, Alexander?" You ask, confused as to why he's so upset. "You're dancing with Thomas Jefferson?? Of all people?" He huffs, glaring up at the man who you now knew as Thomas Jefferson.  "Wait, that's...?" You trailed off, finally connecting the dots in your mind.

"Well, that's my cue to leave." Thomas states, completely ignoring Alexander's cold gaze. He turns to you and gently grabs your hand, bending down to press a kiss to your knuckles. "I bid you adeui, my beautiful lady. I hope to see you soon." He winks up at you, before turning and walking off in a different direction.

You couldn't hear Alexander's angry ranting, and you couldn't see Eliza's knowing smile; the only thing flooding your senses was him. Thomas Jefferson. The man who finally managed to make your heart race and your cheeks flush.

Perhaps he'd be a worthy suitor?

Alexander huffs as he sees your lovestruck expression. "We're never gonna get her back, are we?" he mutters to his wife, an expression similar to a pout clouding his features. Eliza laughs slightly, knowing exactly what you're feeling from when she met her husband. "I'm afraid not, dear." She replies, a knowing smile on her lips once again.

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Word count: 1,475

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