A toast to the groom
Request: @xxcecexo asked “Can you do prompt #18 and #21 with Jefferson? LOVE you by the way. =)”
Pairing: Jefferson x reader
Warnings: Swearing in french
Word count: 565
A/N: I’ll note that historical Jefferson was a dick and no one should idolise him. On the other hand, Daveed Diggs’ musical Jefferson is totally fic material so. Also I changed this to “engaged” bc I want to expand it into a verse.
18. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”
21. “We have to pretend to be married.”
Washington was hosting a party. You weren’t sure what for, or even exactly how you’d ended up there- probably because of Eliza, if you were honest. But she’d quickly disappeared off with her sisters, leaving you to a room of politicians. Great.
You barely knew anyone- only Eliza, Peggy and Jefferson, who was arguing in the corner. You sipped at a glass of wine someone had given you and, despite yourself, started to listen.
“And then Hamilton said I had commitment issues! Me! He flirts with anything with legs, never mind whether or not his wife is around-” Jefferson was getting a bit carried away, you noted.
One of the guys standing with Jefferson raised an eyebrow. When he spoke, you noticed a heavy french accent. “Is Hamilton not right, Thomas? You have never had a girlfriend for more than a few weeks- myself and Adrienne would be more than happy to help you find someone-”
“No!” Jefferson interrupted. You looked over and were surprised to see he looked panic. He caught your eye and seemed to get an idea. “No!” he repeated, “I’m- I’m already engaged.”
The french guy dropped his cup. “Merde! To whom?”
To your utter astonishment, Jefferson pointed to you. His friend turned and looked too. “Darling,” Jefferson called, giving you a pleading look, “bring your pretty little butt over here and meet Lafayette.”
I might as well, you reasoned, this is going to be a really boring evening if I just stand here. You wandered over, doing your best to plaster a loving grin on your face. Jefferson looked astonished when he saw you actually making your way over, but quickly schooled his features.
You stood beside Jefferson and tentatively slid an arm around his waist. You extended your other hand to Lafayette. “I’m Y/N,” you smiled, “nice to meet you.”
Lafayette bent and kissed your hand. “Enchanté. I cannot believe that Thomas did not introduce us sooner.”
You blushed. At your side, Jefferson inclined his head to Lafayette, who grinned. “I shall, how you say, take my leave,”
The moment Lafayette was out of sight, Jefferson turned to you. “We have to pretend to be engaged-”
“I know, Thomas,” you pointed out, “I did hear what you said.”
“No,” he shook his head, “Lafayette will tell everyone.”
“So?” you asked, “We can just tell them it was a joke-”
But Jefferson was already shaking his head. “Please, Y/N.” You raised an eyebrow. “They will all be so happy to hear I’m settling down- I can’t ruin that!”
“You’ll have to eventually,” you pointed out, “I can’t actually marry you.”
He looked desperate. “Pretend until Christmas,” he begged, “then we can stage a breakup or something-”
You bit your lip, unsure. Admittedly, your family had been asking when you were going to bring someone home for them to meet- it could be worth it just to shut them up. And, it wasn’t like you disliked Jefferson- it couldn’t be that bad.
“Alright,” you decided, setting down your glass, “I’ll do it- but you owe me, okay?”
Jefferson nodded frantically, a relieved smile spreading across his face. “Of course.”
You reached for Jefferson’s hand. He let you take it, looking surprised. “Lafayette was right,” you said grimly, looking out on the party. If Jefferson was serious, you’d need to fool them all- at least for a little while.