Hamilton OneShots

Aristocratic Love ~ Jefferson X King George III

Don't judge me... Ideas just pop into my head and they need to become stories. This is an instance of my tired ass brain going: "YOu KnOW whAt WoulD Be a gOod ShIP? JeffERrSon And KinG GeoRge III!"

So yeah... Never let me stay up late, it fucks with my mind and then we get weird shit like this...

Nevertheless, enjoy!

1774

Thomas Jefferson. One of the richest men in Virginia. Guy had all the money he wanted, money he had inherited when his father passed away. From a young age, Thomas only had to ask for something and it would be his. His childhood was full of fond memories of him and his father. Late nights out in the park, hunting for dinner sometimes, he had plenty of good stories to tell. Thomas was very charismatic, often hosted parties that friends loved. He entertained properly, having a lovely, large home, good food (of which he made himself), and fun people to be around. His life was perfect, well, almost.

He had a perfect social life, many friends, rarely any enemies. Sure, he and Alexander Hamilton had little disputes here and there, but they weren't enemies. However, unfortunately for the rich Virginian, his love life had been an empty void for as long as he can remember.

Sure, Thomas had an extensive knowledge of many things, having attended one of the most prestigious schools. But an education could never teach how to fall in love. Thomas had fallen in love with James Madison, but his chance to have him was ravaged when Aaron Burr had swept the smaller Virginian off his feet and away from Thomas. It got worse when Thomas grew feelings for Alexander, but Alexander too, had been taken away by a different southerner. One of South Carolina with a face of freckles that hypnotized the Caribbean boy into a state of love for another. It seemed as though Thomas would never get his chance to have someone to love. It seemed as though his chances were non-existent, until one day.

The Virginian had gone out for a walk, he found himself in downtown New York. Thomas stuck out, being nicely dressed, and having a different accent. He took deep breaths every now and then, taking in the sights of the city. Thomas quickly began to notice the lack of people out in a particular area. Odd, this place was normally full of happy, joyful Americans trotting about, minding their own business. By the time Thomas could think properly, he bumped into someone. He hadn't even been paying attention. The person turned around and Thomas immediately regretted not paying attention.

He examined the shiny, black shoes with the gold buckle on the front. His eyes scan up the white stockings, to the red breeches. He looks at the red vest and red coat with gold highlights. All the way up to the face of King George III.

Thomas couldn't tell whether he was afraid or not. He had just walked right into the motherfucking King of England.

"Oh my word. You New Englishmen are so careless," he spoke in his gentle yet terrifying British accent. Something about his voice just seemed... Sociopathic...

"M-My apologies s-sir... I was in deep thought and failed to see you there."

The King sighs and stares into the eyes of Thomas.

"Of course you did. So blind nowadays you can't even see your own King. Have you forgotten whose rule you are under?"

Thomas gulped.

"N-no sir. Y-you are m-m-my K-King."

Thomas was trying not to stutter, he needed to sound sincere and his stutter wasn't helping. Unfortunately, stuttering was something Thomas couldn't avoid. He had spoken like that all his life. Of course he still didn't want to admit that the Tyrant in front of him was his King, but saying that to his face could very well end in death...

"Good. Now who might you be? You don't look like a peasent. More like a rich aristocrat if you ask me."

Thomas cleared his throat.

"T-Thomas Jefferson s-sir."

"Really now? I've heard that name before. You're family is quite rich aren't they?"

"Y-yes sir..."

The King chuckled.

"Oh honey, you think you are so rich."

Thomas looks at himself, the clothes he wore said enough.

"Uhh... Obviously..."

"Sweetheart you haven't seen rich until you've dated a monarch."

"Wait... Whaaat-"

Thomas was cut off by King George III planting a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away and looking at the shocked Virginian.

My GaWd...

"Why don't you go out with me? I'll make it worth your while and show you what real money is."

For whatever reason, the part of Thomas' brain that normally says: "This is a bad idea and you should walk away" just didn't turn on. The enchanting eyes of his King were drawing the helpless Virginian in.

He agreed, not knowing what the future held for him.