Warnings: Vomit, Shakespeare (very important sorry), curing is ineivtable for me.
As the three of you entered into the study you instantly felt the air change. Alexander and Philip were both being oddly quiet. They both walked past you, Alexander sat down at his desk and Philip stood beside him while you were standing in the center of the room. You shot them an inquisitive look, Alexander’s eyes seemed to be searching yours for an answer to some unspoken question. Philip seemed to be debating with himself about something.
“Is something wrong?” You finally asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. Alexander sighed.
“Miss Y/N, your story is not something that anyone with honor should take lightly. I practiced law, I practically perfected it. As a lawyer I would suggest you stand trial against this ‘suitor’ so that he can be put through the proper punishment for his crimes.” His face was serious but not cold. Philip moved around the desk.
“Father’s right, you can stay with us as long as you’d like but it might be wise to find him.” Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Last time I had this talk with anyone I agreed. But… I can’t agree to this, in this time there is no guy to put away. I wish I had a name to give them, they really look like they want to help.
“I’m sorry but I can’t give you a name. If he finds out that I’ve been conspiring against him, it will not end well. I appreciate how much you want to help me; I really do, but this isn’t something that I can disclose just yet.” I won’t be here long anyways, or hopefully I guess. Philip stepped up to you, his eyes were filled with sorrow, he was sorry on your behalf.
“If you cannot tell us his name then at least give us your last name so that we may be on the lookout for anyone speaking of you.” He said with care. I don’t want to make this any more complicated than what it has to be, but they just want to help me so much… Okay, I’ve already told Rachel my real last name but if I give them a fake one right now I can give her a reason not to tell them. Generic name, what’s a generic name I can say? Philip stared down at you with a pleading expression against his artful features.
“Fine… Taylor, Y/N Taylor.” Was that even a common name during this era?
“Taylor? I do not know of any person who goes by that name…” Alexander was a genius; I have to be careful!
“My family is from England but I was born here, my father immigrated here and began his career in North Carolina, most of our wealth came from before my parents settled here.” Was that convincing? Please tell me it was. Alexander nodded along, he didn’t seem satisfied with how the conversation turned but he was understanding.
“Very well, but just remember this Miss Y/N, you are welcome here. As an orphan myself, I have a tender spot in my heart for those who have come from that background. If you ever change your mind and you wish to take my advice, do not hesitate to ask.” He gave you a warm smile but Philip still didn’t look pleased. He forced on a smile, clearing his throat before he spoke.
“Would you like to sit down?” Your eyes softened. Is he disappointed in me or something?
“Yes, I would actually.” You chuckled tiredly and Philip followed you to the couch you were previously sitting at, your book still lying on the cushions. Quickly picking it up, you eagerly flipped to the page you left off on.
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream? One of Shakespeare’s lesser appreciated works on page.” Philip said as he sat down beside you, Alexander perked his head up.
“Ah, an intriguing choice, I do not see many choosing to read that, most people favor Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet or my own personal choice, Macbeth.” Alexander stated while simultaneously asking you as to why you chose that.
“I enjoy the complexity of it. Shakespeare has a bit of a habit to making simple stories seem complex. Romeo and Juliet for example, it’s a beautiful story but it isn’t difficult to summarize. Romeo and Juliet, not meant to fall in love, their fear to tell the truth causes the deaths of two of their closest compatriots and their own deaths. But this story takes those same ideas and truly makes them complex. The anguish and history between all the characters makes the ending more interesting…” You realized you were rambling. Damn you Shakespeare for instilling my need to dissect everything! Alexander nodded along in agreement. Philip simply stared at you in awe, a familiar smile dancing on his lips.
“You have quite the mind Miss Y/N! I must say, your character reminds me very much of Titania, very tactful and… forthright seems to be the right word.” Alexander chuckled to himself.
“Really? I’ve always seen myself more as Helena.” You retorted. Alexander looked oddly surprised by the statement.
“I would be inclined to agree with Father, if Titania were to not have fallen in love with Oberon and Theseus. Her feelings for them always confused me about her character.” Philip said with thought.
“Right? How did such a strong woman fall for such horrible people?” It was rare for you to find someone who understood your ideas on literature. Most people think I’m weird when I talk about how much I love Shakespeare…
“Everyone has their flaws I suppose, hers seemed to be a poor taste in men.” Philip shrugged.
“Well, then I suppose it’s good that I don’t have that flaw right?” He quickly caught on to your subtle jab about his flirting earlier. His eyes were wide as you started to laugh at your own joke.
“Miss Y/N, I’m sure I do not know what you mean by that statement. I am the model gentleman and I will not stand for such accusations!” Philip responded with playful offence.
“How dare you, sir! Are you trying to insinuate something?” You made out between bursts of laughter. Alexander chuckled lightly at the two you, happy tears rolling down both of your cheeks. He looked outside and quickly stood up, getting yours and Philip’s attention.
“It’s getting late; Philip don’t you have work to do?” Alexander asked while putting his glasses down onto the table. Philip sighed and stood up.
“It isn’t that late Father, besides Y/N’s room may not be finished yet.” Philip gave an exaggerated hand motion towards you.
“No, no it’s fine! I don’t want to distract you from schoolwork or anything!” You hopped up off the couch and put the book back on the shelf where you found it. Philip followed you over to the door.
“Thanks for letting me use your study Alex.” You called out before leaving the room. Alex was too surprised by the name to call back out. Philip followed you out until you both made your way back to the main hall.
“I wish we could converse longer but Father is right, I must retire to my chambers for work. I…enjoyed your company today, that means I look forward to tomorrow as well.” Philip said with a sly smile.
“If you can handle my strong opinions on literature, music and society in general then I look forward to tomorrow as well.” You responded with a chuckle. You both said goodnight to each other, soon after Rachel found you and told you that your room was ready.
That night you were given a room in the serving quarters, next to Rachel’s room. She gave you a night dress and laid in the shockingly soft bed, your thoughts swirling. Maybe this is all a bad dream. Maybe not a bad dream per say but a dream nonetheless. If I fall asleep, I’ll wake up in my own bed in my own apartment and in my own modern time period. Just close your eyes Y/N. You didn’t realize that you were tired until that thought faded away and left you in the darkness of your subconscious. You saw something in the darkness, a small light, a blue light. Light is usually linked to the idea of heat and safety but for some reason this one didn’t. It was cold and foreboding, you didn’t like it. The light came closer and as it began to engulf your body, you heard a sound, something wooden slamming against something else and then your own voice.
When you opened your eyes again you were still in the bed, still wearing the slightly scratchy gown, breaking out in a cold sweat. What the hell was that? That was…suffocating. Whatever… Everything happening right now is weird, just something new to add to the list I guess. You stretched out, got up and attempted to put back on the clothes that were given to you. Attempted being the operative word, you had to ask Rachel for help with tying the back. After that the both of you made your way down the halls.
“The first thing we will do today is check on Mrs. Hamilton, that’s the first thing we do every day actually.” She spoke with glee.
“Nice, so what exactly are-“ You were interrupted by a sound that made you feel squeamish. Coming from a room a few feet ahead of us. Rachel immediately ran for the door, you followed close behind. Busting into the room you both soon saw a disheveled Eliza, hunched over on the floor by her bed. Her face was half inside a wooden bucket, making noises that was a mixture of gurgling and gagging. Rachel made her way to her, pulled her hair back and patted her shoulder comfortingly. Eliza continued to vomit into the bucket for some time before she was finally given a chance to steady herself. You sat down beside her and looked her worriedly.
“Are you alright Eliza? Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? Rachel, should we go find a doctor?” You started to rattle off questions as the possibilities grew. Eliza shook her head, her eyes glassy as Rachel wiped the sweat off her brow.
“No, no Dear, I am perfectly fine. I am merely expecting!” She said weakly. Wait, expecting? Oh my god…
“You’re pregnant? That’s why your dress was… Eliza you are incredible!” You smiled at her happily, she looked confused for a moment.
“Incredible? I would not say that, although I am excited for this child.” She responded. This woman is the best person to ever exist. Not only is she the closest thing the United States ever had to royalty but she also deserved that shit! On top of everything she manages to have children and still be the best? Role Model of the year!
“Y/N, could you give me a hand with Mrs. Hamilton? I understand if you do not wish to clean out the bucket but if you could help her dress I would be very appreciative.” Rachel said as she helped Eliza to sit on her bed.
“I can clean the bucket, I don’t mind.”
“Truly? Thank you very much.” She picked up the bucket by the sides and handed it to you. “Take this outside to the garden, you will find a watering pump to clean it out.” She instructed you. You nodded and made your way down the hallways and out the back door in the kitchen. The garden was very beautiful, most of the plants seemed to be placed at random and yet it was still visually pleasing. No wonder Eliza likes it out here. You found the pump and quickly cleaned the bucket. Poor Eliza, pregnancy is rough. Once the bucket seemed clean you made your way back inside, intending on going back to Rachel and Eliza. Instead you stopped when you heard the sound of hooves and carriage wheels. Stepping inside the main room, the front door burst open and you were greeted with the site of an oddly distressed Alex. He mumbled something under his breath but stayed almost completely still, looking like the apocalypse had just begun.
“Alex? Are you alright? Did something happen?” You asked with concern. He looked over at you as you walked over to him, his voice was low and exasperated.
“John Adams just withdrew my seat in office.” He said with panic.
Summary: Dwalin accidently wakes you up in the middle of the night and you learn that Thorin is spending another night away from his bed. You decide to do something about it.
Pairing: Thorin x Reader
Word Count: 1,274
Requested by: @sdavid09 ; “An ear infection cause a particular dwarf to become very clumsy at hilarious moments. Originally I thought it could be a Thorin one, but then I realized a Dwalin one would make it hilarious!!!
Nori’s cold is hindering his sneakiness.
Thorin is overworking himself, and that won’t do for the dwarf you love. So you set up a “spa” day where you don’t let him work and pamper him all day!”
A/n: I kind of tried to tie in all three and I don't know if it came out good so let me know if you don’t like it so I can try to rewrite it. Also, I tried so hard not to base it off of Feisty Little Hobbit, but I couldn’t resist. It can be read without reading Feisty Little Hobbit, but this could also be an epilogue of sorts.
A/N: Sorry I’ve been away for a bit everyone! I was in the hospital for a little bit so I couldn’t write ;-; But I’m back now and decided to make an extra long chapter to make up for it! ^-^ I hope you all reall enjoy it, it’s really plot heavy so please give me any feedback that you may have! Have a wonderful day everyone!!!
Word count: 5215
Warnings: A lot of cursing (Like most oit is not needed), allusions of sexual assault, emotions in general, being a bad bitch.
I decided that since I
can’t talk about my frustrations in real life, I’m writing them down. Alex does
it so I suppose I can to? Life has been odd ever since I came here. Honestly
what else would you expect when you’re just dropped off in a world you
shouldn’t even be in? It’s been a few
months since I arrived at the Hamilton’s. Eliza gave birth to a little boy last
week! William is his name but I’ve taken a liking to calling him Willy. The
other boys are doing fine; James, John and lil Alex are a trio of tricksters.
Just the other day they messed with all of Eliza’s corsets, taking the strings off
and using them to play Revolution. They’re charming, just a bit too
rambunctious from time to time. Angie and I have grown rather close despite our
age gap, I’m about five years older than her so I suppose it isn’t too bad. Philip
is, well, he’s different I suppose is the right way to put it. I’m older than
him too by about three years but since we’re the closest in age we get along
the best. He’s really interesting, we’ve taken up the habit of debating. I’m
honestly surprised he doesn’t question my opinions on anything, you’d think
that a person in these years would be more close minded about a woman’s stance
on the world. He says the first thing we should do after he graduates is go
rally for abolishing slavery and promoting women’s rights. I suppose it isn’t
too unbelievable, he is Eliza and Alex’s son after all. He’s still the biggest
flirt I’ve ever come across in all my life but that’s just his way of being
friendly at this point. Ever since I told him off the first time we met he’s
learned to act like that only in moderation. Rachel says that she was hoping
for Philip and I to start “Courting”, why she’d hope for that I couldn’t tell
you. Philip is a flirt yes, but he does not see me that way, nor should he. One
day I won’t be here anymore, it would never work out, I really don’t want to
bring him down when the inevitable happens. He deserves better than that, he
deserves someone who can devote their life to him. That got a bit more
depressing than I meant for it to, time to change topics. Alex is doing better;
he was able to get a bit of revenge on Adams. I am not at liberty to say if I
was not a part of that endeavor. We spent a long time trying to find just the
right words to describe him accurately. Those words including fat, arrogant,
anti-charismatic and many others. He stays in his study most of the time, I’m
not really sure what he’s doing but he barely comes out of there. Now that he
is at the house more, I’ve had the pleasure of hearing about the other members
of the cabinet. Many tangents have occurred, speaking of going off into an
entirely different point. Eliza has called me “Dear” ever since I arrived, it’s
become a bit of a nickname and Alex is literally calling me “Titania”. Ever
since he made that connection he’s decided that the name suits me, in fact I
only hear my real name when he’s trying to get my attention. Eliza is a
wonderful mother, she’s kind, strong, intelligent and Alex is a good match for
her. They’re treating me as if I were their own child, I’m eternally grateful
for their niceties. They tried to get me to change rooms at one point, saying
that I might be more comfortable in one of the guest rooms. I declined the
offer, they’ve already done enough for me, the least I can do is work for what
they’re giving me, so I’m a maid. It actually isn’t that bad, Rachel makes the
work really fun! We chat and joke around, she’s really sweet. Although she can
be a bit mysterious, sometimes I catch her reading these letters. Whenever I
ask her about them she hides them behind her back and pretends to not know what
I’m talking about. I wonder what they say, the mystery continues to grow! Now
that I’m thinking about it, I should probably go help her clean the floor,
until next time journal, diary, paper thing?
P.S. Quills are hard
the quill down and stretched out your arms before getting up and walking out of
your room. You’ve gotten used to walking through the embellished halls by
yourself. It’s been almost five months
since that guy shot me and I still don’t know what’s going on… I can’t be stuck
here forever but what exactly am I supposed to do? The possibility of me just
being dead keeps growing by the day and I’m running out of other ideas. It’s
either that or I somehow got thrown out of time, how does that even happen? People
get shot all the time and I don’t hear any stories about traveling back to
colonial New York. What the hell is even happening? I’m not getting any answers
and that’s just making me frustrated. I should stop thinking about it for a
little bit, it isn’t helping me any right now. Let’s just focus on work.
You turned the corner into the main room on the ground floor. This room is
where you feel the second most comfortable in the whole house, since it has the
large front door, which had to receive a thorough cleaning after your blood
almost stained it. In the middle of the room you saw Rachel, sitting on her
knees with a bucket, a wet rag in hand, scrubbing the floor. You quickly joined
her, grabbing the other rag hanging off the side of the bucket. As you began to
scrub the floor Rachel spoke up, her voice almost song like.
“Soooooo?” She cooed.
“So, what?” You questioned.
“You said you went to go write something down, was it for
anyone special?” The grin on her face grew immensely.
“Why would it be for someone else?” You asked as your face
scrunched up. Rachel sighed in frustration.
“You don’t have to hide it from me Y/N! I won’t tell Mrs.
Hamilton that you and Philip are writing to each other!” She inched closer to
you, almost like she was ready to hear a secret.
“Why would we write to each other? We’re in the same house.”
If I want to talk to him I just have to
find him, what’s the point in writing him a letter?
“What do you mean, why? It’s obvious why! It’s hard to get
any privacy with everyone in the house constantly, you have to write in order
to keep your conversations to yourself.” She explained.
“He’s my friend Rachel, we aren’t talking about anything
that I wouldn’t mind someone else hearing.” You rolled your eyes. She really needs to stop bringing this up,
I feel like I have this discussion every day.
“You can deny it all you like, but I’m not the only one who
sees it!” She teased.
“Yeah, yeah.” You continued to clean the floor, an
appreciated silence grew between the two of you. You had moved to clean a few
feet away from the front door when you suddenly heard the familiar sound of
wheels and the trot of a horse. Alex must
be back; I didn’t think the trip to town would be that quick. You scooted
away from the door slightly to ensure that the door wouldn’t hit you and that
Alex would have enough room to walk past but you heard something odd. There
were footsteps going up the steps outside, that wouldn’t be strange normally
but it sounded like there was more than one person. The door suddenly swung open,
revealing three sets of legs, that was all you could really see when looking
straight ahead and on the floor. You lifted your gaze upward to get a better
look. Three men stood in the doorway. The man in front was carrying some sort
of walking stick, his suit a vibrant magenta, the color seemed a bit
distracting for you and his hair was made up of tight-knit curls that caused it
stick out in several directions. There was a shorter man standing off beside
him, he looked calm and collected or in deep thought depending on whom you were
asking, his own clothes were much more of a neutral purple and he seemed to be
carrying some kind of satchel, he looked pleasant enough. Next to him was an
extremely tall gentleman, he towered over both of the others and yet he felt
smaller to you somehow, he was holding a handkerchief up to his mouth. You
quickly stood up to introduce yourself the way Rachel showed you, swiftly
dusting off your skirt before you bowed your head respectfully.
“Hello gentlemen, welcome to the Hamilton residence. Is
there anything that I may assist you with?” You asked politely. Why do they all look so familiar to me?
The man wearing magenta cleared his throat, after looking you up in down for a
“Yes actually, there is. You could help me with learning
your name, I seem to not have had the pleasure of hearing it.” He held out his
hand and you gave him yours, trying to ignore his flirty introduction. Did Philip take notes from this guy or
“My name is Y/N, and you are?” You questioned as he pressed
his lips to your knuckle. Who are there
guys? I’ve never seen them visit before…
“Thomas Jefferson, and the other two with me are Aaron Burr
and James Madison.” He spoke with a sly grin as he straightened his posture. Wait…Thomas Jefferson? Like THE Thomas
Jefferson? Like wrote the Declaration of Independence Thomas Jefferson? And
Madison! Like wrote twenty-nine of the Federalist Papers Madison! You tried
to blink away the surprise of meeting two of America’s presidents at the same
time. You quickly looked back at Rachel and saw her quickly rushing out of the
room. What am I supposed to when two
major founding fathers come in unexpected? You turned your attention back
to the three men.
“I am so sorry; you must forgive my rudeness. I did not realize
who you were, is there anything I can do for you?” You asked, a bit nervous as
to what their visit was about. The shorter man, now identified as Aaron Burr
“We are here to see Mr. Hamilton; we have important business
to discuss with him.” Just as you were about to answer him you heard a voice
coming from the large staircase at the end of the room.
“Ah, Mr. Jefferson, I have not seen you as of late. I am
sorry to inform you that Father is not in right now, he went to town but he
should be back fairly soon.” It was Philip, he hopped off the last step and
made quick strides toward your group congregated at the front door. He soon
stood beside you, but his eyes were focused on the three men ahead of you, a
strained smile etched on his face. Philly,
fake smiles don’t look good on you. Your natural smile fits you better. Jefferson
kept his gaze fixed on you.
“Thank you Philip but I do not mind waiting, Miss Y/N has
been lovely company thus far. Miss Y/N, may I ask for a place to sit until Mr.
Hamilton returns?” Jefferson asked. Philip’s eye seemed to slant a bit, they
“Of course, um, please follow-“ You were interrupted by
another voice, this one coming from the other side of the room.
“Thomas, Burr, Madison! How delightful for you all to visit!
My husband may be out but if you would follow me to the study we may wait in
there.” Eliza stepped forward, Rachel by her side. So that’s what Rachel ran out of the room for. The three men
stepped past you, each of them going up to Eliza and shaking her hand. Eliza is the coolest!
“Eliza! It’s wonderful to see you as always!” Aaron said as
he shook her hand. Eliza soon led them all down the hall, toward Alex’s study.
Philip stayed silent for a moment before stepping in front of you, his eyes
remained cold, was he angry?
“Y/N, I need you to make me a promise.” He said simply.
“What kind of promise?”
“Promise me you’ll be careful around Jefferson, he’s not
exactly a man to be trusted.” He retorted. What?
What is he trying to say?
“Philly, I can handle myself. I’m a grown woman, besides,
what do I need to be careful of?” Anger was laced in your voice. I don’t know what he’s trying to say but I
don’t think I like it. I’m not a child, I don’t need him to babysit me or
“Please just, ugh, you don’t know what he’s like Y/N! Just
please watch yourself, I don’t want him to try anything funny.” Philip said,
running his fingers through his curls with exasperation. Rachel stepped over to
“Um, Y/N, Lady Betsy would like some tea, will you join me
in the kitchen?” She said while tugging on your arm. Thank you Rachel! I really
need an out here!
“Of course, I would be happy to help. Philip, I’ll see you
later.” You walked out of the room with Rachel. Does he not trust me or something? I’m not his responsibility! But was
I being too harsh? The two of you left Philip behind and walked into the
kitchen. Rachel immediately crossed her arms across her chest, looking
“I cannot believe you, you were not being very ladylike to
Philip! Did you have to be so childish?” She lectured.
“First of all, I don’t care about being ladylike. Second of
all, I was not acting childish. If anything, it was him who was treating me
like a child.” You puffed out your cheeks, making you feel like the child she
was insinuating you to be. She sighed and pointed at one of the tall cabinets.
“Never mind, please just get the tea box from the cupboard.
I’ll make the tea myself.” She spoke with annoyance. You groaned softly to
yourself but did as she asked, grabbing the small box from the cupboard and
handing it off to Rachel. She prepared the tea as you gathered the tray, cups,
saucers and spoons for everyone. You set everything up, Rachel poured the tea
and picked up the tray. She walked away with the tray and you followed close
behind, staying silent most of the time. As the two of you passed through the
main room once more, Philip was nowhere to be seen. He must’ve gone to his room… Was Rachel right about how I was acting?
You suddenly heard a carriage outside.
“Y/N, can you attend to that, I must take this tea to Mrs.
Hamilton.” Rachel said as she continued toward the hall. You nodded and watched
as she disappeared down the hall on her way to the study. It was not long
before the front door was opened and a familiar long-haired man came strolling
“Titania! You seem troubled, is something the matter?” Alex
asked with slight concern. I won’t bother
him with this petty problem, he’s got other things to worry about…
“Thanks Alex but no, nothing’s wrong. Actually you have some
visitors, Eliza is keeping them company in the study.” You informed him. He
raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Oh? Is that right? Well, I’ll be on my way then, don’t want
to keep my wife waiting now!” He said while walking past you, a skip in his
step. I haven’t seen him this happy in a
while, hopefully this continues. You followed close behind him. Eliza or
Rachel may need me after the leave. The two of you approached the study door,
you passed Alex so that you could knock on the door. Rachel opened the door
before you could knock however, the tray now empty in her arms.
“Oh! Mr. Hamilton! Back so soon? Welcome home, Mrs.
Hamilton, would you like to finish your tea in the parlor?” Man, Rachel can really move a conversation huh?
“Oh yes, we should leave the boys to their work.” Eliza
exited the room and Rachel walked alongside her. You were going to follow them
back, you really were, but something caught your interest. Alex finally noticed
who was in the room, he walked in and closed the door behind him. Walls are
paper thin though, you never considered yourself nosey but you had a bad
feeling. No one else is around…
“Mr. Vice President, Mr. Madison, Senator Burr… What is
this?” Alex sounded suspicious.
“We have the check stubs from separate accounts.” Jefferson
stated. What are they talking about?
“Almost a thousand dollars paid in different amounts.”
Madison continued. Why does this sound
“To a Mr. James Reynolds all the way back from 1791.” Burr
finished. Wait a second…
“You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position.”
“Though ‘virtue’ is not a word I’d apply to this situation.”
Jefferson really knows how to finish
thoughts doesn’t he?
“To seek financial gain, you have strayed from our sacred
nation.” Madison too I guess?
“And the evidence suggests you engaged in speculation.” Speculation?
“An immigrant embezzling our government funds!” Not you too Burr… Aren’t you supposed to be
“I can almost hear the headlines; your career is done.”
Madison said simply.
“I hope saved some money for your daughter and sons.”
“You best want to run back where you from.” Fuck you too Jefferson! You heard Alex
“You don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess. You
know nothing, I don’t have to tell you anything at all…unless…”
“Unless?” Jefferson questioned.
“If I can prove that I never broke the law, do you promise
not to tell a soul who you saw?” Alex asked. You heard someone mumble
something, you couldn’t quite make out what it was.
“Is that a yes?” Alex asked once again.
“Um, yes?” Madison seemed to say but it sounded more like a
question. You didn’t realize how close you were pressed up to the door at this
point. Alex, please don’t… You heard a drawer opening, the sound of feet
shuffling and papers being sift through, then it was Burr’s voice, he sounded
like he was reciting something.
“Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health and
in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me
down on their luck. You see, that was my wife you decided to-“ Shit! What are you doing Alex?! You
swung open the door, the sound of the door hitting the wall sounding eerily
“Excuse me!” You called out, making the four men stop what
they were doing and look over at you.
“Titania? What are you-“ Alex began to ask, an incredulous
look on his face.
“Mr. Hamilton! Eliz- er, I mean Mrs. Hamilton requests for
your immediate presence!” What the hell
am I doing? What the hell am I saying?!
“Titania?” Jefferson asked in a confused tone.
“Mr. Hamilton? Titania, since when do-“ Alex this is not the
time for questions!
“It is very urgent sir! There is no time!” You jogged into
the room and up to Alex, locking your arm around his and pulling him along. As
you passed Burr you grabbed the letter out of his hand.
“Forgive me, I cannot let you read Mr. Hamilton’s documents
while he isn’t present! Now come along sir, Lady Betsy needs you right now!”
You practically ran out of the room, dragging Alex behind you and leaving the
three men to soak in their own questions. Eliza
and Rachel are in the parlor, Philip and the children are upstairs in their
rooms, where do I even go? You ended up leading Alex to his and Eliza’s
room. It’s the closest place where I can
talk to him! You pushed him to the room, ran in and slammed the door behind
you and pressing your back against it to make sure no one would try to open it.
Alex looked at you, utterly dumbfounded.
“Y/N, what in God’s name are you doing? First of all, it is
rude to pull someone out of important meeting like that! Second of all, you had
no business to be listening in on said meeting, do not even pretend as through
you weren’t! And third of all, a lady should not be locking a married ma-“
“Alex none of that matters right now! What the hell were you
thinking? You were just about to tell some of the most influential men in the
country that you were having an affair! Don’t you even pretend like you
weren’t!” You tried not to raise your voice. I really fucking wish I could quiet yell like Eliza can! Alex
suddenly turned pale in the face.
“How…How do you know about that? I,I never spoke of it to
anyone until now…” Alex looked at you as if he were questioning the entire
world. How do I get myself out of this?
“Alex, I know you and I’m no fool. It isn’t hard to connect
the dots…” That won’t be enough.
“You saw the letters, didn’t you?” Alex asked, shame filling
his eyes. You were taken aback for a moment; did he really just give you an out
“Alex, listen to me. I am your friend, you treat me like a
daughter and Eliza does the same. I care for both of you, and because of that I
need to give you some crucial advice…” Ok
Y/N, time to use that History degree you’re working for! Alex looked at you
sullenly as you continued.
“Do not, under any circumstances, give them anymore access
to those letters, it will not end well. And please Alex, you need to talk to
Eliza. I know you’ve been keeping this from her but she is your wife! I know
you love her; I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone love another person more.
She deserves to know the truth.” Alex looked conflicted, half of him was saying
that you were right and the other was trying to drag him back into secrecy.
“Titania… I don’t know if I can. You heard what they were
saying, they are slandering my name with talks of treason! I cannot allow that.
And Betsy… she would never look at me the same…” He trailed off, looking even
more defeated than he did before. I don’t
know if there’s anything else I can do…
“Alex, I know these decisions are hard but… I’m going to
have to trust that you make the right one.” You straightened your posture and
stepped up to Alexander, making sure he could see the sincerity in your eyes.
You placed your hand on his shoulder reassuringly, he looked like a lost puppy.
I’m not used to Alex looking this sad, it
wasn’t even this bad when he got fired.
“Thank you…Titania. I’ll try to make this right, but I must
ask a favor of you. Do not speak of this to Eliza yet, like you said, it’s best
that I tell her myself. Just not yet, I promise I’ll tell her soon, I just need
to figure out how to tell her…”
“Of course Alex, just please try not to wait too long. I’m
here for you if you need any help ok?” He nodded, looking a little a bit better
now. You let your grip on the letter soften and gave it back to Alex. Geez, that paper looks a lot more wrinkled
than it did before…oops. You both walked out of the room, trying to be as
quiet as possible while making your way back to the study. You could hear
people still moving around in the room. Jefferson
and the others must still be in there. Alex opened the door and took a step
“Forgive me gentlemen, my wife is a bit unwell as of right
now. We just received a child last week so she is still quite frail. I’m going
to need to ask you to leave, we can continue this conversation at a later date.
Titania, would you show our guests out please?”
“Yes, of course, I’ll see to it right away, sir.” You said
softly. It’s weird to call him sir. Alex walked away, going in the direction of
the parlor. You looked on at the men in the room.
“If you will please follow me, sirs.” You side stepped to
allow the others to exit the room, Jefferson was the last to pass by you. He
looked down at you and you could see two things written on his face, questions
and resolutions. You picked up the pace so that you were in front of them,
leading them toward the front door. You opened it up, Aaron walked out
silently. Madison bowed his head to you and thanked you for your services.
Jefferson’s voice rang out.
“Give me but a moment friends, I have some questions for
Miss Titania here.” You felt the door
you were holding open close and your back hitting it. Your eyes were filled
with the color magenta; he was very close. Magenta
is turning into a really ugly color.
“Alright Y/N or Titania or whatever your real name is. I know what you’re up to.”
He whispered into your ear.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You
practically spat. If this asshole doesn’t
take a step back, we’re going to have some issues.
“You can’t fool me; I know a scandal when I see one. Now
listen up, there’s only so many explanations as to what’s going on here.” He
stated, you had a very bad feeling about this.
“Oh then please Mr. Jefferson, do enlighten me. What is your
explanation?” You were pissed, you were beyond pissed in fact.
“Alexander had an affair, that much is plainly obvious. With
Mr. Reynolds wife no less. Eliza was telling me a bit about you, how you showed
up out of the blue, how close you and Alexander are…” He trailed off.
“What are you implying?” You gritted your teeth.
“Come on now, a pretty girl like you? Those checks were made
out a while ago, no way another affair hasn’t happened in that time frame. You,
Miss Y/N, are the second mistress.”
Excuse me?! What the fuck?! He kept talking.
“I, myself, have a bit of interest in the working girl as
well, so I can’t say that I don’t understand his reasons. Now this can go when
one of two ways. Either you say no to my proposition and I ruin Alex’s career
with this new found information or you say yes.” He did not just fucking say that to me!
“And what exactly is this ‘proposition’?” You snarled, he
heard him give a deep, sinister chuckle. He placed his hand under your chin and
pulled your face closer to his.
“As I said, I am quite interested in the working girl, I’m
sure it isn’t too hard to figure out. So what do you say?” He asked, a fiendish
smile on his face. If this bastard thinks
he’s going to manipulate me, he’s got another thing coming!
“No way in he-“ Just as you were pushing his hand away you
heard a voice. Why do I keep getting
interrupted today?! You heard the voice and footsteps coming from the
“Mr. Jefferson, I would suggest you step away from Miss Y/N.
It would not be good for your reputation to have this get out. Are we clear?”
It was Philip, standing in the middle of the room. He looked even angrier than
you did. Jefferson gave another chuckle, taking a step back from you.
“Well, it was nice to make your acquaintance, Titania.” He
said plainly as he straightened his posture, you stepped out of the way of the
door and he was gone in an instant. The door and shut and you were immediately
walking up to Philip.
“What the hell was that?” You questioned angrily
“I should be asking you the same thing! Y/N, I told you to
be careful around him, that man isn’t someone to be taken lightly!” He was
upset, you couldn’t tell if he was upset with you or with something else.
“I was handling it! I could’ve gotten him to leave with-“
“I know you could’ve Y/N! But I’m not sorry! I just don’t
want to see you get hurt!” He seemed to shutter at his own words. Philip…
“I, I’m sorry Philly… I didn’t mean to… You were just trying
to help and I-“ You were cut off by Philip wrapping his arms around you, gently
“Don’t be sorry, just let me say something. We’re friends,
you’re my friend and I’m yours. Friends are supposed to rely on each other, so
don’t try and handle everything yourself. I know I’d rely on you and I wish
you’d do the same for me when it’s helpful. Can you at least promise me that
you’ll trust me more?” He asked, pulling away so he could see you. Some friend I’ve been, huh? He just helped
you get rid of some annoying asshole and here you are getting mad at him. You
heaved a sigh.
“You have a real knack for stopping people in the middle of
their sentences… Ok Philly, I promise.” You gave him a small smile and his
whole face seemed to light up.
“Thank you! But don’t call me Philly, Angie already does
that enough!” You laughed at his comment. He’s always able to calm me down, don’t
take Philip’s kindness for granted Y/N…
“Not a chance sunshine boy! I’m going to hold these names
over you for the rest of my days!” You laughed, you suddenly felt light headed.
“Whoa, you ok their Y/N? You look pale all of a sudden.”
Philip said with concern. What’s going on?
“Yeah, just a lot of commotion happening at once. I think I…
I think I need to lay down for a bit…” Your head was throbbing, you’ve felt
this pain before, the feeling of being pulled at from different directions. You
began to walk off.
“Do you need some help?” Philip asked.
“I’m just going to rest for a bit, can I talk to you later
Philip?” He nodded.
“Of course, I’ll be up in my room working if you need me,
“Thanks Philly…” You made your way down the halls to the
living quarters and then into your room. You saw your journal entry still on
the small desk and fell down on to your bed. Everything hurt, it was hard to
breath, hard to move. I just keep getting
more questions to answer don’t I? This was the last thought you had before
you drifted off into unconsciousness.