Truce (Jefferson x Reader)
Request- “Hi there, do you think you could do a reader insert where she is Hammy’s sister (two years younger) and he can’t take her to the mainland with him so he tries to stay. The reader takes matter into her own hands and stows away on a ship to France so Alexander could “let go” and live his life. Years later when Eliza and Alex have to set up a dinner for Jefferson’s return much to Alex’s dismay and anger he finds his sister is now Thomas’ wife. Lil angsty but with lots of fluff in between plz.”
“Y/N please!” your brother, Alexander, begged you.
“You have to go!” you said, taking clothes out of his drawers and shoving them into a suitcase.
“I can’t just leave you behind!” He threw his arms up in frustration.
“I’ll be fine here! You need to get off this island! You need to change the world, Alex. For both us.” you said seriously.
“I’m not leaving until I find a way to take you with me.” he stated.
“That’s final, Y/N.”
You stared at him. Your fists clenched to your sides in anger. You picked his suitcase up and hurled it on the ground before storming out. You sat down on your bed and cried well into the night. And when you couldn’t cry anymore, an idea came to you.
He was not throwing away his shot at freedom. If Alexander wasn’t going to pack, you were.
Tears filled your eyes as you stepped off the ship in a new land. You had no idea where you were. Hell, you could’ve been in New York and Alexander would have to come for sure.
People passed by hurriedly, none of them looked all too happy.
“Excuse me?” you asked, wiping the at your eyes. Nobody looked at you. “Um, hello?”
“Oui?” Someone turned to look at you.
“Do you speak…English?” you asked carefully.
“Excusez-moi?” he said with a furrowed brow. You sighed in defeat and shook your head. The man shrugged and walked away.
“I speak English.” you heard a voice say behind you. You turned around to see a well-dressed man walking toward you. The way people stared as he walked by told you that he was an important person. His gait was flowing and unlike anything else you had ever seen. “You’ve just arrived. Where from?” he asked when he reached you.
“S-Saint Croix.” you mumbled, in awe of this man’s large presence. “Where are we?”
He furrowed his brow. “France.”
“Well yes, I figured that out for myself.” The man smiled at you. “I mean what part of France?” you continued.
“You traveled here, didn’t you? Why don’t you know?” he inquired.
“Well…” you looked out towards the dirty streets full of what appeared to be poor citizens. “I sort of just got on the ship. It didn’t matter where I went; I just needed to leave.”
The man nodded. “Walk with me.” he said. You followed behind him. It was difficult at first to keep up with his pace, but he slowed down. “My name is Thomas Jefferson.” he said with a smile. You stopped walking.
“Aren’t you…didn’t you…America?” you asked.
“Did I America?” he repeated with an amused face. “Well, I suppose I did, yes.”
“My…my brother’s a big fan. He’s obsessed with America.” you explained.
“Is he? Did he not accompany you Miss….”
“Hamilton. Um, Y/N Hamilton.”
“Miss Hamilton.” He grinned. “Where is your brother?”
“Well he… it’s a long story.” you said, falling into step beside him as he continued walking. You had no idea where you were headed.
“Does that story explain why you’re a stowaway?”
“I…yes.” you said defeated. Thomas chuckled beside you.
“I could turn you in, you know.”
You stared up at him in horror, ready to run.
“But I won’t” he assured. You breathed a huge sigh of relief, and he laughed again.
“Thank you, Mr. Jefferson.”
“Please, call me Thomas.” He held his arm out and you wrapped your hands around his elbow as you walked down the gray streets of this French port city.
“Okay, Thomas. Where are we going?” you asked.
“Well,” he glanced down at you, “Last I checked, they don’t give illegal passengers deluxe meals.”
“Oh I couldn’t ask you too.”
“I want to, Y/N.” He used your first name. “Besides,” he said, stopping in front of a small cafe. “I’m very interested in your story.” He looked down at you with an amused glint in his eye, and you felt your heart flutter.
“Lead the way, Thomas.”
“You have to come back with me to Paris, Y/N.”
“Thomas I’ve just met you.” you said frustrated.
“Who’s going to take care of you? Your brother has no idea where you are. You have almost no money or clothes, and you’ve no food. I will not let you starve!”
“There’s plenty of starving people in France. What’s one more?” you explained.
“Y/N, don’t be so selfless.” He took your hands in his. “Please, let me help you.”
“I feel…guilty.” you explained, looking away from him.
You sighed. “Thomas, why should I be rescued by a knight in shining armor when the French people are here dying?”
“That’s what I’m trying to fix! In Paris! Y/N the French people have each other. You’ll die on your own. You don’t speak French!”
“Oui!” you said exaggeratedly. Thomas stared at you, and then burst out laughing. He fell into a chair, gripping his sides as his musical laughter filled the air around you. “Thomas this is serious.” you whined.
“The only…word you know… is oui? And you expect…to live here by yourself?” He continued to laugh at you. You crossed your arms and pouted. “Oh don’t give me that look.” He stood up and walked over to you, taking both of your hands. His laughter subsided. “You say you barely know me, but I’ve been watching over you for a week now, and I feel I know you very well. I’d like to keep taking care of you, in Paris.”
“I’d like to take care of you as your courter.”
“You what?” you pulled your hands away from him. “Thomas you don’t have to-”
“Have to? Y/N, I want to.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, and your skin tingled in response. “You’ve captured my affection, Miss Hamilton. There’s no doubt about that.”
“Thomas…” you said warily. You wanted to look away from him, but something about his eyes kept you mesmerized.
“Come to Paris with me. Let me care for you.” he whispered. His thumb grazed across your cheek.
You were confused. Thomas was an attractive man, but just two weeks ago, you had been in the Carribean with your brother. It felt like life was moving too fast.
“Isn’t that kind of…inappropriate?”
Thomas let out his signature breathy chuckle. “We’d have separate rooms, Y/N. I’m not an animal.” he smirked.
“Tell me why I don’t believe you.” you responded with a cheeky grin. He laughed again and took your hand in his.
“Listen, if it’s reputation you’re worried about, I’m much to respected here for anyone to speak out against me or our relationship publicly.”
You rolled your eyes. “ ‘I’m much too respected here, Y/N. People love me. I’m so beautiful and fancy.’ ” you mimicked him. He smiled and pulled you closer to him.
“Is that a yes to Paris?” he asked.
You smiled up at him, feeling flowers affection bloom in your chest. “That’s a yes to everything, Mr. Jefferson.”
Light flashed through your room. You sat up, and instantly felt your chest tighten in worry. Rain pounded agiainst the windows. A loud clap of thunder echoed through the room, and you swore you heard Alexander’s voice.
“Y/N. You have to hide. The winds are too strong and they’re blowing trees over. I need you to take cover.” he’d said calmly. Without realizing that is was just a memory, you scrambled out from under the sheets and crawled underneath the bed. Another boom shook the household, and you let out a scream.
You could almost feel the harsh wind and the rains like blades against your skin. Images of your hometown being washed away in the floods flashed through your mind.
You heard a slam, but it wasn’t thunder. It was your door opening.
“Y/N! Are you alright? Y/N?” Your courter’s voice was almost drowned out by the rain. You whimpered from underneath the bed. You faintly heard grunts and knocking and then a strong pair of arms around you.
“Shhh. It’s alright, Y/N. You’re safe it’s just a thunderstorm.” he whispered. “C’mon, I barely fit under this bed.” He crawled out awkwardly, pulling you with him. When you were safely out from under the bed, Thomas sat in a kneeling position and pulled you into his chest. His nightshirt was thin, and your tears soaked through it quickly.
You clutched onto his shoulders, your body shaking with fright. Thomas whispered soothing things in your ear. Your crying subsided somewhat. The sound of Thomas’ heartbeat started to drown out the sound of the storm raging outside.
You weren’t in the Caribbean. Your friends weren’t dying. You were with a Thomas, and you were safe.
Your sobs turned into small hiccups, and your grip on Thomas loosened. He continued to stroke your hair and rub your back, keeping you close to him.
“Let’s go.” he said, “I’m not leaving you alone tonight.” He picked you up princess style and carried you down the hallway to his bedroom. Thunder struck again and you cowered further into his chest.
He laid you down on the bed gently and rested by your side. “You’re with me. Nothing’s going to hurt you. I promise.” he soothed.
You had been living with Thomas for almost a month, but this was the first time you shared a bed with him. You blushed and hid your face in him so he wouldn’t see. His chest rumbled as he laughed. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I won’t try anything.” You looked up at him. “Hands above the blanket, I promise.” He held his hands up to demonstrate. You placed a hand on the side of his face and kissed him. His arms circled around your waist and pulled your body closer to his. Your lips pushed against his, but after a moment he pulled away.
“Don’t tempt me, Y/N.” he whispered. You smiled and nuzzled into him. He kept his arms tight around you and kissed the top of your head before placing his chin there.
“Dear? Guess what!” your husband shouted excitedly. You spun around to look at him.
“What?” you said over exaggerating your excitement. He rolled his eyes at you.
“We’re going to America!”
Your eyes widened, and your mouth dropped open. “A-Ameri-”
“Yes! America! Love, I can’t wait to show you everything there! You’ll love Monticello.”
You smiled and kissed your husband. “I can’t wait, when do we leave?”
“Two weeks.” he confirmed. You smiled and kissed him again.
“I’ve heard things about this Jefferson guy. I really don’t like him.” Alexander said.
“You haven’t even met him.” Eliza replied. “How do you know you hate him?” She put her hands on her hips and stared at him.
“People talk, Betsy. He sounds like an arrogant prick who talks to much.”
Eliza rolled her eyes, “Whether you like him or not, we are hosting this dinner party for his return. Washington asked us too.”
Alexander nodded and fixed the table cloth. “He’ll be her any minute. Is Philip asleep already?”
“He should be, “ Eliza pursed her lips, and glanced towards the stairs, “but you know him.” Alexander laughed and nodded, kissing his wife on the cheek.
“I’ll go check. If the Jefferson’s arrive, “
“I know how to host, Alexander.” Eliza said. Alexander smiled.
“Of course you do, love.”
Several people arrived as soon as Alexander went upstairs. Eliza let them in and offered them tea and drinks. Informing them that dinner would be served when the Jeffersons arrived.
You walked up to the estate arm and arm with your husband. Nerves were exploding through you like lightning bolts.
“It’ll be fine, Y/N. He’ll be glad to see you.” Thomas said. He stepped up to the door. You nodded and smiled at him. He shot a confident smile back and knocked on the dark oak door. A woman about your age opened it and smiled at you.
“You must be the Jeffersons!” she said cheerily. Thomas smiled and nodded. “Come in! Come in!”
“You must be Mrs. Hamilton.” Thomas took her hand and kissed it. “This my wife, Y/N.” Thomas gestured to you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” you said to your sister-in-law.
“Likewise.” She smiled at you warmly.
“Can I help you in the kitchen at all?” you offered.
“Oh, I couldn’t ask you.”
“Please,” you removed your arm from Thomas, “I insist.”
“Well, Mrs. Jefferson follow me.” Eliza said with a smile. You looked back at Thomas, and he wore a proud grin on his face. You smiled back nervously and followed Eliza into her kitchen.
It was great getting to know Eliza. You instantly felt a kinship to her. You wanted to tell her of your relation to her, but you couldn’t find the right time to do so. You opted to keep quiet until you saw Alexander.
You were arranging lemons artistically on a plate when you heard the distinct sound of your husband’s angry voice. Your head snapped up and looked at Eliza. She too had just tuned in to the activities outside the kitchen. The two of you rushed out the doors to see your husbands in a not so friendly debate.
“Alexander!” Eliza shouted. He looked over towards the two of you and his eyes widened.
“Y/N?” he stuttered.
“Wait…” you heard your husband say. “This is your brother?” he asked. You looked to him and nodded. Several gasps erupted from the crowd around. Alexander glanced between you and Thomas with his brow low. You saw him look to your left hand, which you automatically held to your chest protectively. His eyes widened and looked to your face.
“No…” he breathed. You looked desperately towards Thomas. For once, he had nothing to say.
“Alexander, I need to see you in the kitchen. You too Mrs. Jefferson.” Eliza said calmly. You nodded. “Mr. Jefferson you should probably come too.” You all walked through the door you and Eliza had just run through.
“You couldn’t go one dinner party without making a scene could you?” Eliza growled at Alexander. Thomas turned to you.
“I’m so sorry.” he whispered. His hand rubbed over your cheek gently. “Are you alright?”
“It’s just a lot.” you said, looking over at the brother you hadn’t seen for 15 years. Thomas nodded and kissed your forehead.
“Oh my god.” you heard your brother say. “You’re really married to him.” Alexander’s eyebrows were in a permanently raised position. You nodded slowly. “So you’ve been in France this whole time.”
“Why did you do it? You just left me with nothing but a note telling me not to look for you, Y/N.” You had never seen Alexander look so hurt in your life.
“I’m not sorry, Alexander. If I stayed in St Croix, you never would have left. You are so pivotal in this young nation’s history already. I knew you would be. I couldn’t let you miss out on that.” you explained. You felt a lump began to grow at the top of your throat.
“That wasn’t your decision to make.” he said.
“It was! It was my decision, and you weren’t letting me make it.” you argued. Thomas stepped towards you protectively. Alexander looked up at him.
“So you ran away to France and married the first guy you saw.” He glared at your husband.
“He was actually the second man I saw, thank you.” you shot back. Thomas hid his laughter rather unsuccessfully behind a cough. “Can’t you just pretend to be happy to see me?” you asked Alexander. His eyes softened and he let his guard down.
“I am happy to see you.” He held his arms out and you gladly stepped into them. “I’ve been wondering about you for so many years. It’s hard to believe you’re really here.” he whispered.
“I know.” you whispered back.
“Mom?” you heard a small voice say. You looked up to see a little boy staring up at you from Eliza’s side.
“Philip,” she said softly. “This is your auntie Y/N.”
You walked over and kneeled down to his height. “Hi Philip.” you said quietly.
“Hi!” he grinned. You felt tears spring in your eyes.
“Philip, how old are you?”
“Seven!” he said proudly. You gasped dramatically.
“Seven? And you’re awake right now? You must be just like your father, Philip!” You smiled at him. His small eyes grew big.
“You really think so, auntie?” The little boy was practically bouncing.
“Definitely.” you confirmed. Philip looked up at his mom with the biggest smile you had ever seen.
“I’m gonna grow up and be just like daddy!” he yelled. Eliza smiled at him. and lifted him into her arms.
“Let’s get you back to bed honey.” she said.
“I’ll help!” Thomas offered. He followed Eliza up the stairs, giving you and Alexander a moment alone. You watched Thomas with a smile on your face all the way up the steps until he disappeared.
“You realize him and I are complete opposites, right?” Alexander said. You rolled your eyes.
“I think you’re more similar than the two of you think.“
“We’ll never get along, Y/N.”
You sighed and turned to face Alexander again. “I’m not asking you to be best friends, but you can be civil, can’t you? When you have to be?”
Alexander clenched his jaw, but your stare was unwavering.
“Yes.” he sighed dramatically.
“Good.” you smiled and turned as Thomas and Eliza came down the stairs.
“Truce?” Eliza asked looking between your husband and hers. Both men looked to you and nodded. “Great. Now grab a platter. There are people waiting to be fed.”