A Story to Tell~Thomas Jeffs x Reader
Welp I’m going to try and create a somewhat decent story, feed back is appreciated!
Set in- Ham time.
Word count-978 (damn it almost a thousand for my first fic ever)
prompt- the reader’s parents are forcing her to be courted and she meets a certain someone ;)
warnings-Super cliché, bad writing, And a few (like once or twice) Hells.
You gave up on finding love a long time ago, Specifically after your courter- whom you were head over heels for at the time- was found in bed with another girl. so when your parents arranged for you to be courted you couldn’t care less about love instead just trying to make everyone but yourself happy. Currently in New York with Eliza Hamilton, your best friend, trying to learn what is going on with the government.
“Hurry up Eliza or we will miss them!” you tried to shout over the large crowd trying to catch a glimpse of the men coming out of the recent cabinet meeting.
“Im trying y/n, besides I need to see my Alexander,” Eliza having to yell just to be heard. “ I absolutely have to tell him the good news anyway!” your best friend of years was pregnant again always wanting more and more children. You’d think that one was enough but she insisted on another child.
“yes yes Eliza we will have to invite Angelica from Europe and host a proper baby shower for you.” you had to admit you were always excited to throw parties.
“And you’ll have to bring John too,” Eliza laughed, she was aware about your feelings on this one-sided courtship.
You didn’t have the heart to tell your parents that you didn’t want to marry John, because you knew it would break them and that this was a very favorable match for your unfortunate social status. The truth was that he just wasn’t very exciting, he was very sweet for sure and always let you have your way but that way just it. You needed some resistance but still have the freedom to believe and do as you wish, more or less you needed someone to challenge you. Being very interested in politics alone made men steer away and the only reason John stayed with you was because his family needed him married so he could get his inheritance. He would always say things like ‘Dear don’t talk about politics, its not your place’ or ‘save it for your journals’ once he heard of the subjects from your mouth.
“Look! y/n, there coming out right now,” Eliza stated bringing you back to present times. From what you heard there was an issue regarding the states debt that they were, hopefully, going to resolve at the cabinet meeting today.
You watched as the men came out of the building, jealous because they could do something that you would never dream of doing. They all filtered out one by one into the cheering crowd. You saw Alex rush over to the two of you to speak to Eliza. Alexander seemed unhappy about what happened in there so it must have been a win for the democratic-rebulipcans. You just kept watching the rest of them come out while Eliza and her husband left when one man caught your eye. He was wearing the most peculiar purple velvet suit, but some how he pulled it off. You kept staring at him until the man in the purple velvet looked in your general direction, looking away with a slight blush hoping he didn’t notice you.
You looked up to see he was coming your way, so you started walking away hoping he would not notice you. Finding your shoes very interesting you weave your way through the crowd making your way to the Hamilton’s house to catch up with the boys not having seen them in a few weeks. Right as you think your about to be out of the cluster you run smack into a broad chest and fall backwards landing on your bottom in the middle of the street. How embarrassing.
“Im so sorry madame, this is all my fault,” a foreign voice says and you look up immediately regretting it as you find the mann from earlier that caught your eye.
“I-um-uh-I-I,” you stutter looking as red as a brick house on the street. You were mortified that he saw you like this, not that you should care seeing as you will be marrying John against your better judgement.
“Here let me help you up” *swoon* he’s a gentleman. He gives you his hand and you take it using it to get up from the road itching to touch his skin. “ I can not tell you how sorry i am for running into you like that miss…”
“y/n, y/n l/n” why would he want your name?
“A beautiful name for an even more beautiful girl, Thomas Jefferson at your service,” he says as he takes your hand and gives it a small peck. If you weren’t blushing before you certainly were now. How could you possibly end up in this position with Thomas Jefferson of all people? After all you thought he was still in France. You had finally found words to say.
“I must be going, i am expected somewhere but thank you for helping me up Mr.Jefferson”.
“Will i ever see you again, Miss. l/n?” He wanted to see you again. You out of all people, there were so many girls that were more beautiful and had way better gowns than your old almost-out-of-fashion gown you currently had on. Hell, you shouldn’t even be letting it go this far. You needed to end it here and try to be happy with John, but it seemed as your heart’s words got to your lips before your brain’s did.
“I would sure hope so,” you couldn’t believe you just said that.”But i must be on my way good day Mr.Jefferson.”
“Good day to you as well Miss. l/n,” Jefferson leaned down to kiss your hand again and bam, he just walked off leaving you standing there flustered as ever.
Boy, you had a hell of a story to tell Eliza.
Um so yep heres my first attempt at writing on this blasted site. I hope it was good constructive criticism much appreciated. Will probably be a part two, we shall see if anyone likes it.