Hamilton One Shots

Jefferson x Hamilton's sibling!Reader

Warning- violence (punching), over protective Ham, slight lams

Soulmate/enemy au- the name of both your soulmate and your enemy are on your wrist, also the first spot your soulmate will touch you is marked on your skin and will disappear after contact

A/n- kinda cliche but with a twist? Enjoy!

Modern- first person

Another day, another lie, another coat of makeup.

Soulmarks (as they are known) are something you're supposed to be proud of. The names on your wrist (even though you don't know which is your enemy and which is your soulmate) are supposed to be the greatest thing in your life. Not for me! My soulmark is over my right eye, always making it look like I was punched. My names are worse. On one wrist "Thomas" was written in an elegant font, and on the other were two names "Thomas" and "Alexander". From a young age my mother taught me to hide the name and soulmark with make up. I continue to do exactly as she said even after she passed. I'm the only one who's alive that knows (besides my father who left).

Even my brother Alexander doesn't know about my eye, or about my wrist. He thought I had no enemy, until he left college and started working for our adoptive father George Washington, when he met Thomas Jefferson. He then insisted that Thomas must be my enemy and that I had no soulmate especially considering that he never saw my soulmark.

I got out of bed, staring at the ground to hide my face, and put on my makeup. I stared myself in the mirror, the dark imprint of a fist over my eye. 'When will this go away?!' My thoughts called out in my head like always, asking the unanswerable question. I quickly put concealer (is that what you'd use? I'm makeup dumb) on my wrist with two names, and on my soulmark blending it in with my (skin color) skin, using different products making it blend in better, making it look like a seamless transition form skin to makeup. I sighed as I exited the bathroom still in my pajamas.

"Hey, (n/n)," Alex called from his office door.

"Hey, Ally!" I laughed at my little nickname for my brother. He just sighed.

"First don't call me that, but second, my friends from work are coming tonight so you're going to have to get ready before 5, ok?" I nodded in response. "Thomas is also coming." I stopped in my tracks, suddenly alert.

"What? You mean Jefferson?" I questioned nervously.

He nodded. "Both of our enemies." He tapped the inside of his wrist to signal the name written there. I knew the two names on his, John and Thomas.

"Yeah," I said weakly rubbing the name on mine.

"You okay, (y/n)?"

I nodded, and he dropped the matter. "I'm going to make me some breakfast."

"Kay, I made some pancakes, they're on the counter in there."

"Thanks!" I said as I walked to the kitchen, mind still on Thomas. I grabbed a couple pancakes and ate them quickly.

"Alex!"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we go out with the guys until we have to get ready for the party?"

"Can't, I need to clean up some before everyone comes over."

I groaned, "Fine! I'll see if I could go hang out with the Schuylers!"

"Tell 'Liza I said hello!"

I laughed at his almost crush on Eliza Schuyler (despite the fact he had a boyfriend that was his soulmate). "Sure thing, Ally!"