Hey, roomie! | one two three four five six seven eight nine ten bonus snippet [COMPLETED]
In which you room with the most insufferable, arrogant man crafted by the devil himself sent to personally annoy you.
Always | one [COMPLETED]
Soulmates are tied by having the song of whatever the other is listening to written on your wrist. So what happens when you realize your soulmate is the man you deemed arrogant, annoying, and conceited?
High and Dry | one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen [ONGOING]
When starting your fourth year of teaching at a new high school, you come face to face with your old friend-turned-enemy: Thomas Jefferson. To make it worse, he’s the other English teacher you’re supposed to work with the whole year. (Rewritten version)
High and dry headcanons
One of these nights (restaurant/bar au, drabble)
The Reynolds Pamphlet | one [COMPLETED]
(Canon era) — After your husband cheats on you, you find yourself welcoming the touch of someone you never considered. (Request)
M. De Lafayette
Baby I’m Yours | one [COMPLETED]
In which your best friend, and the man you’ve been in love with from the start, gets jealous at a bar over you. (Request)
Lover, you should’ve come over | one prequel [COMPLETED]
The soldier you’ve been head over heels for returns home from his extended stay in France. (Request)
J. Laurens
A Night To Remember | one two three [DISCONTINUED]
You work as an assistant to one of the most influential journalists in New York City. One fateful day, he invites (more tells) you to go to a ball with him and pretend to be his date. How do you manage being on the side of a very attractive businessman?
General, dating, and pokemon headcanons
A. Hamilton
After the storm (Drabble)
“It’s raining and I locked myself out of my apartment haha please let me in yours” AU
P. Hamilton
Nothing I Need
Where you found yourself in the arms of someone you never thought you could have. (Bodyguard au)
Art!!
T. Jefferson doodles | teacher! Jefferson | Hamilton crossing | jeffmads | mugshot pic | laurens drawinf | more Hamilton crossing | ghost! lams | ghost! lams + hamliza | jeffburr?? | Vienna (laurens) | cowboy au | jeggy + mullette | t.jeffs pokemon | Peggy + burr Pokemon | laurens + Washington pokemon | Lafayette + mulligan Pokemon | theodosia SR pokemon | Philip + Theo jr pokemon | Eliza pokemon | Alexander pokemon | Angelica + Madison pokemon | King George + Seabury pokemon | Charles + Maria pokemon | kid! John pokemon | philidosia pokemon | mullette + jeffmads | George squared | hamliza realism | lams sketches | tj + ah south park | laurens pokemon (rendered) | lafayette pokemon (rendered) | tjeffs pokemon (rendered) | laurens+riolu | philidosia | Angelica + bewear | pokemon battle | Lafayette | laurens | Kingsbury | jeffmads apple | Seabury | jefferson | Lafayette | nice dream (Philip) | John | Peggy doodle | Eliza charcoal | Leslie Odom jr
Requests are open! I cannot guarantee I will get to all of them or do them. But yk. Always nice to try, right? Rules/boundaries for requests
HIHIHIHI I Loveddd your fics on ao3, read tons especially the Thomas Jefferson ones. I just have to ask when will you update on High and Dry? No rush tho, just genuinely asking cuz it was TEW GOOD AND IT WAS GETTING INTERESTING
Thank you!!! 🫶🫶
I haven’t been active as of late due to life stuff, and honestly I have no interest lately in writing fics, so unfortunately not anytime soon.
I appreciate the support everyone has given me throughout my time on here <3
Hiiii, this is like literally the first time asking someone for a story here in Tumblr. Like literally 😭. I AM OBSESSED with your works ESPECIALLY on Thomas Jefferson. I honestly don't know what kind of story to request but I NEED more stories of Thomas Jefferson LITERALLY. You're basically the first person who's like writing THIS GOOD (GENUINELY SPEAKING)
Lotsss of love, your new fan 💗
AWWW THANK YOU 🩷🩷
I have a few ideas written down and I could def do some one shots for him even though I need to finish high and dry
Ty for the support and kind words it means so much!!
Sad because my hypermobility is making my joints ache for days on end but then I realise that this is all just disabled Thomas Jefferson fanfiction material
heyyy idk if you are taking reuqests right now but if you are PLEASE. PLS write a thomas jeff x reader about like reader is basically eliza and after the reynolds pamphlet gets out she finds out about hamilton and maria and thomas goes and comforts her then hamilton finds out and is like shocked and angry about reader taking comfort in thomas j of all people
your writing style is amazingg and id love to see how u’d do this story!! thank u sm
The Reynolds Pamphlet
t. jefferson x reader
(Canon era) — After your husband cheats on you, you find yourself welcoming the touch of someone you never considered.
Warnings: anger, idk cheating I guess, poor historical writing/dialogue
words: 2.2k
a/n: this is pretty short, but I’m trying to answer requests so. Uh. We’re gonna ignore the fact this is from august 😁
You’ve never felt so much hatred towards a single person.
And you never thought that person would be your husband, Alexander Hamilton.
After reading about your husband’s affair with another woman, it was all you could feel. Rage flooded your veins, took over your blood circulation, and turned your affection for him into an icy river of pure loathing. Naturally, he was banished from the house the moment you found out. Even through all his begging and pleading, you stood strong and told him to find somewhere to stay for the night, because there was no way in hell he was sleeping anywhere near you.
The house was deathly silent. The only source of noise was the crackling from the fire, where you watched the love letters disintegrate into ash. It made you sick to read what he wrote, to think he was once yours and only yours.
You should’ve seen the signs.
Not that you didn’t see them; they were hard to miss. You shouldn’t have ignored the signs.
How he would ogle your sisters. Angelica and Eliza especially. He did originally chase after Eliza before she introduced him to you, so seeing him glance at her during balls and family dinners was no surprise. He’s only a man, after all.
But for him to sleep with a completely different woman? In your own house, while you were away with your family? Unforgivable.
News spreads fast, despite postal services taking so long to deliver. There was no doubt Eliza and Peggy already knew. Angelica was a different story with her being in London and all, but it wouldn't be long until word got to her as well. If it didn’t take hours, sometimes days of riding in a carriage to get to them, you would seek comfort in their arms.
But for now, fire was the only friend you needed.
A few short knocks sounded on the door. There’s no way it could be Alex, he knew better than to show his face within the next week (if he knows what's good for him). You wiped the dried mascara from your cheeks and smoothed out your dress.
“Secretary Jefferson?” You blinked, processing the fact your husband’s greatest enemy was on the other side of the door. He smiled sheepishly, shielding himself from the harsh rain.
“Miss Y/n,” he cleared his throat, “Can I come in?”
You nodded, stepping aside and closing it shut behind him. He discarded his coat, which was soaked with rainwater, and left it on the rack in place of Alex’s usual jacket. Underneath the velvety magenta was a white undershirt, which was slightly damp. Jefferson towered over you, which meant he had a good few inches on Alexander.
“It’s freezing out there,” he croaked, grimacing when water fell from his curls and pelted the floor.
“I bet. Let me fetch you a towel, and I’ll get some tea brewing.” Before he could respond, you disappeared and returned with a fresh towel so he wouldn't track water all over the floor. “Come, please sit,” you ushered him into the kitchen, pointing him to one of the wooden chairs Alex had bought.
“Thank you, darlin’,” he hummed. As you filled a kettle with water, you felt his eyes on you, examining your every move like a hawk. It was a little awkward; you weren’t entirely sure what to say to the man considering the only times you spoke to him were when Alex was around.
Alex. Why did everything have to bring your thoughts back to him?
“So, Mr. Jefferson, what brings you to my home at this hour? Mr. Hamilton isn’t here as of late.” You turned, pushing down your feelings to play hostess.
He waved his hand, “God, I hope he’s not. He’s the last person I want to see.”
‘That makes two of us,’ you thought. Jefferson continued, “I came here to check on you.” He brought the towel to his hair, drying the thick curls before patting his freshly-shaven beard down. “And please, I insist you call me Thomas.”
Wait, what? A crease formed between your eyebrows from furrowing them. He grinned, folding the towel and setting it on the table.
“I figured you could use a shoulder after, well… you know. How are you doing?” Thomas's gaze held concern, genuine concern, and it took everything in you to not break down into tears again. How unladylike would it be to cry in front of a guest?
“Ah, I’m holding up just fine,” you dismissed it, forcing a smile to spread on your lips. He saw right through it.
“Now, I hope you not take me for a fool, darlin’. You and I both know that’s not true. Even I’m upset at the atrocities I read in that document; it’s not somethin’ any woman, especially you, should be subjected to.” He expressed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “As much as I hate Hamilton, and as much as I want to celebrate his downfall, I find myself only concerned for your wellbeing.”
How sweet. It took bringing a hand up to your face to realize you were crying. There was no stopping it, and you felt you had the right to cry in front of a guest considering the circumstances. “Oh, Thomas, he just…” you sobbed, practically falling into his arms.
He welcomed you in his strong embrace, lending you his shoulder while he rubbed your back, letting you get it all out of your system. The sounds of your choked breaths and sniffles mixed with his soft reassurances. Every whisper brought you closer to him, further in his solace.
When you were coherent enough to talk, that's all you did. Ramble and rant and vent all your frustrations to the man who you were supposed to deem a foe, but right now, he was a million times better than the man you were legally bound to. Thomas got to hear all about your side of the story. How Alex used to be so kind, so charming, so perfect. Every sentence he wrote professing his love, it consumed you. How could you have known it would turn out this way?
“Shh, I know, I know, darlin’. You deserve so much more than him.” He frowned, bringing his thumb to wipe tears from under your eyes. Thunder boomed outside. You flinched, and his grasp tightened.
“What am I supposed to do? I-I don’t know if I can bear the idea of being with him ever again. But what option do I have?” You sniffled, leaning into his touch.
He winced. “We can worry about the finer details later. For now, forget about him.”
“I can't! I can’t just forget about him! I’m married to the man, for gods sake! I have a ring on my finger to remind me of him, this whole house is filled with memories of our love, and–and… god, what did I do wrong? All I ever wanted was to be enough for him.” You snapped. Thomas was silent, his deep brown eyes full of care; a stark contrast to the sharp gaze he normally wore. “I can’t help but feel like it was my fault.”
His heart shattered upon your whisper, and he found himself angry. Not with you, but with Hamilton for breaking your heart. “Don’t speak like that. None of this is your fault. If he’s too blind to realize how lucky he is to have you, let him ruin it all. Once you have someone better, he’ll realize how badly he messed up his own life. Not you, not anyone else, not even the woman he slept with! It was entirely his choice, and it breaks my heart to see you bear the responsibility of his actions.”
A strained sigh escaped you, and you buried your face in his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you. But…”
He raised an eyebrow, rubbing your back in soothing motions. “Hm?”
“But why do you care so much? Pardon me, that sounds rude, but I have to ask.” A frown formed on your lips as you pulled off of him. He hesitated a moment, and you could've sworn something darker flashed in his eyes.
“Darlin’, do I have to spell it out for you?” When he was met with a blank stare as a response, he sighed and continued. “I suppose I’ve always felt a little jealous of Hamilton. Not only because he seemed to have Washington wrapped around his finger, or because every cabinet meeting went in his favor, but because he has you. And I think it’s criminal you feel confined to a cheater.”
Your eyes went wide, but at least the crying stopped. Thomas confessing his love was the last thing you expected to happen when he showed up. Seriously, bottom of the list of events to take place. Then again, anything is possible since Alex cheating on you was also down the list.
“Oh,” you said, because that’s all you could manage to get out. Your brain was working overtime trying to process everything and calculate the next moves.
“Oh?” He repeated. You nodded, glancing at his lips.
Now you weren’t sure what compelled you to do so, but before you knew it, you were leaning closer and closing your eyes. Almost as if you were about to kiss him. But that would be preposterous, would it not? To do the same thing your husband did? Would it make you as bad as Alexander, worse even, if you only touched your lips with Thomas?
‘An eye for an eye,’ you thought, but before you felt his mouth on yours, the piercing whistle from the kettle snapped you out of it.
Scrambling to get off him, all you felt was shame. Shame, and revenge. Because as much as you hated the idea of being unfaithful, you loved the idea of getting square and doing the same thing back. Show him how it fuckin’ feels to be cheated on.
Thomas dusted off his pants, sitting up straighter and watching as you grabbed a cup from the cupboard. He didn’t plan for things to take that romantic turn, but he wouldn’t be upset if it went further. Honest to god–if he even believed in one, he’d been having doubts–his intentions were to ensure you were alright. But he knew better than to force you into something you would regret, especially with your vulnerable state.
You awkwardly shuffled to set the cup of tea in front of him, making one for yourself before sitting across from him. A little distance would be necessary for you to behave.
“I apologize for forcing myself onto you like that,” you broke the tense silence. He furrowed his eyebrows when you dipped your head with a guilty look.
“You have nothin’ to apologize for, honey. I know you’re going through a rough patch right now, it would be dishonorable if I tried to take advantage of that.” He shook his head, taking a sip of chamomile tea.
“Right. Well, uhm, if it’s alright with you, I would smile upon discussing other topics.”
He gave you a charming grin, and the conversation shifted to his and your own personal dreams and goals.
–
After he showed up that night, he continued to visit every day, sometimes bearing gifts in an attempt to cheer you up. Alexander was still staying somewhere else–where, you didn’t know, nor did you care–so you weren’t worried about what he might say.
Until he finally did come home, that is.
His first thoughts were where the hell all these flowers came from, and why was his political enemy sitting in his kitchen drinking his tea talking to his wife.
“Jefferson? What are you doing here?” Alex shrugged off his coat, pausing when he saw the normal rack he took was already occupied by a certain reddish-purple fabric.
Thomas raised his eyebrows, stopping his chat with you to face him. “Ah, hello, Hamilton. Fancy seein’ you here.”
Alex growled, “this is my house. Why are you in it, sir?”
“No need to be hostile,” he chuckled. “I’m simply keepin’ Miss Y/n here company.”
“Excuse my forwardness, but that is my job, thank you. I’ll show you to the door.” His nails dug into his palms from how tightly he clenched his fists. To say he was pissed was an understatement. Of all people for you to be talking to, why does it have to be Jefferson?
“Alexander, please. Don’t be rude. Thomas is doing no harm to me or to you.” You huffed, giving him a disapproving frown.
“Wh–Thomas? You’re on a first-name basis with him now? Since when?” He glared at Thomas, who had a smug smirk on his lips. It took everything in Alex to not slap it off him.
“Since he was kind enough to offer me support. Now I would appreciate it if you treated him like a guest and showed a little kindness,” you lectured. Alex’s mouth fell open, because there’s no way you were choosing Thomas Jefferson’s side over his. You had been subjected to years of listening to him angrily ramble about Jefferson, and here you were, betraying him by engaging with the very man he swore to destroy. Politically, that is.
With that, you went back to talking about your day with Thomas. Alex was shocked. Flabbergasted. Appalled.
“You’re really choosing to talk to him over me?” He didn’t realize he spoke out loud until he was met with your blank stare.
“Considering you chose to tell the public about your affair first instead of me, yes,” you quipped. “If you must speak to someone that badly, maybe Maria will take you in.”
Ok but what about the Schuyler sisters in the oil rig au where do they stand
at the moment we have them on land. eliza is definitely on land (probably peggy too) bc ham needs to send her oily letters. but angelica i can see being their manager or something.
anyway heres another thing: a lot of the oil rig rooms we’ve looked at only have one desk. bad for these of people.
so imagine hamilton sleeping at this desk overnight bc he wants to get up early and keep writing 💀
