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astralaffairs · 8 months

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hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

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littlesunshine1223 · 1 month

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J.Laurens aesthetic

#hamilton fanart #philip hamilton #hamilton fanfiction #hamilsquad x reader #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #john laurens #john laurens x reader #marquis de lafayette #lafayette x reader #hercules mulligan #aaron burr

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multifamdomfan · 6 months

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Could you do a hamilton boys with a plus sized afab!reader? 🫶

Hamilsquad x plus sized! fem!reader

🫶 right back at'cha babe

Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Let's be honest the boys don't care what you look like

It's what's on the inside that counts (cheesy I know but it's true)

They all think you're beautiful because of your personality

But it does have some perks

They all think you give the best hugs and cuddles

You're their personal pillow

Besides that it doesn't affect the relationship

If you ever get insecure Alexander can and will write you a eighty page document on how amazing you are and how beautiful you are

John will cuddle you and try to love the insecurity away (it's bound to at least help)

Lafayette showers you with compliments and kiss you on the cheek after each one

Hercules will sit down and talk with you if you want if not that's fine too. He will compliment you as well and hugs you ^^

If your insecurity is because someone talks bad about your u or said something to your face they are pissed

Even if you aren't insecure and someone is being a jerk to you they are still pissed

If you don't care that's great, I wish I had your confidence but they care. You're important to them and they are not going to let someone disrespect you

Alex and John will try to fight the person immediately

Herc will push his anger aside and focus on you and what you need

Lafayette will cuss the person out and verbally attack them in both English and French

You are amazing and deserve to be treated with respect and they won't tolerate anything else

#hamilsquad x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #marquis de lafayette #lafayette x reader #hercules mulligan x reader #hercules mulligan #john laurens x reader #john laurens #platonic or romantic

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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lafayette, thomas jefferson, alexander hamilton, and john laurens with an s/o who stutters

Pairings: Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and John Laurens (seperately) x g/n!reader with a stutter

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of ableism (i think?)

Time: not specified but probably modern

request: anonymous: heyyyy can I request Hamilton headcanons (separately) for Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and John Laurens with a s/o who stutters?

A/N: idk why this took so long considering they're so short but i hope you like it. also idk if some of this stuff applies to everyone who stutters, but i mainly based some of this around how my stutter is so apologies if you can't relate to some of this stuff

Lafayette

with english being his second language, he isn't always the best at speaking it, so he's super patient and understanding with you. he legitimately doesn't care if he has to listen to you repeat and restart the same sentence ten times until you can finally say that one word you're stuck on.

Thomas Jefferson

to be honest, he's kind of an asshole when he first hears you stuttering. it has nothing to do with you, he's just not very educated about it. but he does do his research and apologises like, a hundred times for making fun of it. from that moment on he doesn't really bring any attention to your stutter whenever he hears it, not wanting to ever make you feel bad about it again if he brought it up. but he will throw hands if he sees someone making fun of your stutter.

Alexander Hamilton

I kid you not, this man will be cursing anyone out if he even thinks they’re judging you for your stutter. he's super patient when it comes to you, and never rushes you when you stutter. if someone else tries to rush you when you're stuttering he just gives them a cold death glare to shut them up, and when you're out of ear shot he'll just verbally murder them.

John Laurens

he's just like. super sweet and understanding about it. if you're ever in public and he can see you're anxious about talking, he knows instantly how to calm you down and ease your nerves.

buy me a coffee <3

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villxinmiixx · 10 months

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would people be interested if i wrote hamilton ( musical / original broadway cast ) fics 🙊🙊 I cannot contain it no more i wanna write hamilton fics

#⟨ villxinmiixx .ᐟ mixx #⟨ hmm .ᐟ mixx's speaking #mixx #hamilton x reader #lafayette x reader #thomas jefferson x reader

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moosoobi · 1 year

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Oops! what’s this? I dropped a snippet of Battle Royale Chapter 2?

“What is this…” he hesitated with his pronunciation “... Courting season that you all speak of?” The French man asked.

Jefferson was the first to speak up. “Swoop a woman off your feet–”

Lafayette cut him off “--That sounds too easy–”

Jefferson continued “--and she may just become your wife.”

“Excuse me?” Lafayette held a confused expression

The other men laughed at his naieveness.

“You can’t be serious. You’re going to be our biggest competitor, and you’re not even aware of the competition?” Hamilton exclaimed.

Lafayette put his hands up in defense. “Don’t blame me! When the President sends you an invitation, you simply can’t refuse!” his snarky smile revoked a bitter reaction from the group.

#daveed diggs #thomas jefferson #alexander hamilton #hamilton #hamilton fanfic #lafayette x reader #lafayette #hamiltonau #hamilton masterlist #battle royale #I really just didn’t wanna do my AP lit essay so I started writing again and it took off

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myficreccs · 7 months

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Hamilton fic rec masterlist

Updated 9 October 2023

Marquis de Lafayette

One shots

twelve by @deja-you

Philip Hamilton

Growing Up by @uptownmaria

Thomas Jefferson

ten ways to say (i love you) by @deja-you

#fic recommendation #fic reccomendations #fic rec #fic recs #hamilton fic #hamilton fanfiction #lafayette x reader #philip hamilton x reader #thomas jefferson x reader #hamilton x reader

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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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9 for Gilbert? It fits him so well 💜💜

9: when it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world >>>

TURN!Marquis de Lafayette x reader

[a/n: glitchhhh of course 💕💕]

Across the room, it’s difficult to keep your eyes on the book in front of you. Every time you look up, he’s staring right back at you, much to the annoyance of those around him. They were trying to work on something, to which the group effort would be explained, but all he keeps mumbling on about has nothing relevant to add.

He can’t help it, especially sitting in such a seat with a perfect line of vision to you.

Tapping the exterior cover of your book, you look down once more, a smile yourself brewing on your lips. It’s hard to not, with the way he looks at you so lovingly, and the more you look away, the harder it becomes to resist the urge to take another sparing glance.

Someone in his group taps him, asking him if he’s alright, to which the Frenchman nods eagerly, finally tearing his gaze from you to shuffle the stack of papers in his grasp.

“…lover boy.”

You hear one of them say, to which you’re caught once more staring at him. As he looks at his own information in front of him, talking, arguing with his group, you are free to watch the passion that comes across his rosy cheeks.

You stifle a laugh, knuckles coming to your lips as someone mentions how they were on a completely unrelated topic.

“Oh? Oh, my apologies, I just wanted to add—“

The giggle you emit does little to help his recovering brain, and when he looks up to meet your eyes, he finds it extremely hard to contain his smile. You even see his teeth come to bite his bottom lip, attempting to suffocate the laugh back into his throat.

It’s futile, so the effort seems, as you watch once more the way the smile breaks over his entire face, and your heart thrums wildly in your chest.

He seemingly recovers, beginning to talk about something relevant, much to his groups satisfaction. Yet he never looses sight of your smile, and your book suddenly doesn’t seem so interesting any more.

The look he gives you, speaks more than any words could.

One more minute, then I am all yours.

You nod, fingers fiddling with a page, yet you never flip it.

When not a minute more passes, his group stands, shaking hands, agreeing on one last thing before departing.

Hurriedly, you turn back to your book, watching their shoes as they leave, counting them and their voices until all that remains is a pair of shoes standing directly in front of you, stealing your heart with a simple set of words.

“All finished. Let us go home, my love.”

His hand comes out, and you close your book, taking his hand as he pulls you to stand.

Nothing could make your day like that smile of his, especially when it was reserved just for you.

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #marquis de lafayette #turn marquis de Lafayette #lafayette x reader #turn lafayette #lafayette headcanons #lafayatte

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moonlit-rose-garden · 11 months

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Time Princess: Queen Marie

Part 1: Unfolding Destiny

(Note: The image above is a historically accurate version of the day dream set. This version is what Y-n/Marie will be wearing.)

Light filtered in through the window, landing on a sleeping face. "Ugh.." Y-n opened her eyes slightly, lifting an arm up to block the sun. "Your majesty! Please get up now. We mustn't let the king see you in this unkempt state!" Started by the sudden voice, Y-n turned toward the voice. A woman with dark hair and a stern face stood near the foot of the bed, hands neatly crossed in front of her. Y-n slowly started to survey her surroundings. She was in a grand room... and when she looked in the mirror, she didn't recognize the face staring back. 'Could this be the world within the book?' Y-n thought to herself.

The woman suddenly spoke again, shaking her head. "You mustn't make merry into the wee hours of the night like that again, your majesty!" Upon hearing the woman's voice again, a wave of memories and emotions belonging to the owner of this body flood y-n. She is Marie Antoinette, wife of Louis XVI of the House of Bourbon. Everyone views her as a spendthrift who's only interested in dressing up and having fun... She was the queen who got her head cut off during the French Revolution!

'Her?! Why her?! Good heavens!' Y-n thought anxiously. "It's almost time for you to see the King. Please put on these clothes I've prepared for you." The stern woman said.

Y-n mind was in chaos. Her thoughts and Maries were too much. 'I just have to go with it right now.. there's time to panic later.' she thought as she took a deep breath and tried to think as clear as possible. "All right... Help me get changed..." y-n answered, feeling rather surprised hearing this new voice. Subconsciously, she brings a hand to her neck.

After a while of getting situated in the blue and white gown and having her makeup and hair done, Y-n, or rather Marie, was ready to see the King. Physically, she was, mentally, she was not. The woman stepped back from helping "Marie" dress. "I must thank you, your majesty. It's rare for you to cooperate with me when Leonard isn't around." Y-n shook her head, looked at the woman with the mirror, and gave her a tired smile. "I should be the one thanking you, Madame Deniau.." y-n froze as the womans name fell from her lips. It seemed that she was slowly becoming one with Marie Antoinette..

Madame Deniau bowed her head slightly. "I'm only doing my duty." Meeting "Maries" eyes, Madame Deniau continued. "His majesty will be delighted with how you look." The complement caused anxiety to bubble up inside of Y-n. She finally realized she was going to see her.. well, Maries husband.. 'Will he notice anything different about me? It's my first time seeing him.. I must be careful!' Y-n thought to herself.

Thankfully, because of Marie, Y-n knew where to go. The palace is grand and luxuriously decorated... it all seemed so unreal.. There was a strange, familiar feeling even though Y-n had never seen it before.

Y-n's thoughts began to scramble, and a piercing headache began to grow. Her breathing got quick as she began to panic, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She was beginning to feel faint. Suddenly, she stumbled forward after accidentally stepping on the hem of her dress. Unexpectedly, impact never came.

"Careful!" A voice called out. Y-n slowly opened her eyes and blinked. Looking up, she looked to the one who had caught her. Holding her steady was a built man with sharp handsome features. He stood ridged with all the proudness and discipline of a soldier.

"Pardon Me, your majesty. Please watch your step." He said. Only once he was sure "Marie" could stand by herself, did he let go and step away swiftly. Marie's memories told Y-n that he is the Marquis de Lafayette. He politely bowed with one hand on his chest and the other arm behind him. "Your majesty, as the queen of France, you must uphold the highest standard of decorm."

Y-n's felt embarrassment flow through her as she looked away from him. "I.. I'm just.." "Marie" stumbled over her words. "Even if you are unwell, you must remember: your conduct affects the royal family's reputation and that of France too." Lafayette looked at "Marie" seemingly emotionless. "I must report to the King now, so I shall take my leave. Please excuse me." Y-n watched him leave.

She took a deep breath and hugged herself. Things were already going bad, and this nightmare had just begun. With Madame Deniaus tone of voice and Lafayettes attitude.. She felt unwelcome. Y-n wasn't sure why he was so cold towards her, but despite that and his lecture, she was grateful she didn't land on her face.

Taking a deep breath, Y-n pulled up her skirt and continued on. The corridor ahead seems incredibly long, and it ends in a huge, ornate door carved with irises.

Y-n stared at the door and swallowed her fear. It was time to change the future...

Part 2:

#lafayette x reader #writing #wattpad #fan fiction #time princess #fanfic #dutp #dutp queen marie #dressup time princess #dress up time princess

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cemetary-lady · 1 year

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HAMILTON MASTERLIST

alexander hamilton

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aaron burr

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john laurens

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marquis de lafayette

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hercules mulligan

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george washington

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angelica schuyler

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eliza schuyler

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peggy schuyler

coming soon...

king george III

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philip hamilton

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thomas jefferson

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james madison

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maria reynolds

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astralaffairs · 8 months

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Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

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companionjones · 2 years

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Bath Time

Requested by: @mothermeer-deactivated20170710

Request: Could I request a Lafayette x Reader where the reader is a single mom and doesn't thinks too highly of herself but Laf shows her just how much he loves her please?

Pairing: Modern!Lafayette x Mother!Reader

Fandom: Hamilton

Warnings: Google translate French, motherly self-doubt

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“Y/n? Amour? Are you ho--”

“Laffy Taffy!”

Lafayette was greeted at your front door by an 8-year-old boy running up to him. Lafayette grinned at the boy. “William! Petit monsieur (little man)! How are you doing on this fine evening?”

The boy shrugged, “I’m doing fine, but mom seems a little sadder than usual.”

Concern pricked Gilbert. “Is that so?”

A little solumely, the boy nodded.

Setting in resolve without a second thought, Lafayette told William. “I’ll go talk to Y/n. You stay here and watch....Oo, Scooby-Doo! And it’s a great episode as well. Enjoy!”

With William taken care of, Lafayette left the living room and entered the kitchen. There, he found you standing over the sink, presumably taking a break from washing the dishes. Lafayette cleared his throat to let you know he was in the room. When you didn’t respond, he slowly approached and leaned over you to turn off the water to the sink.

That got your attention. “Oh, Oh my goodness. Hey, Laf. When did you get here?”

“Just now, mon amour.” Lafayette gently looked you over. “Are you alright?”

You shrugged off. “I’m doing fine. It’s taking me an hour to do the dishes, however.”

Good, he thought, something physical he could do for you. “Is that so? Well, I am sure the dishes would be washed faster with two people washing them.” Using his hip, Laf scooched you out of the way.

“Wait. No, Laf. That’s not what I meant,” you argued, “You don’t need to help me with this.”

He shrugged, “That is true. But if I wasn’t standing here at the sink, then I would not be able to do this.” Lafayette splashed you with some soapy water.

You jumped at the sudden contact. “Laf!” you laughed, and a mini-water-fight ensued as the two of you continued to do the dishes with only half of your attention on the chore.

When the dishes were finally finished, water-war only broke out more. Your son William quickly got in on the fun.

“Okay, okay,” you eventually put a stop to the fun, though a grin was still painted on your lips. “It’s getting late. Will, let’s go dry off and then you have to get to bed.”

William was still giggling a little too. “Okay, Mom. Goodnight, Laffy Taffy!” He charged forward and hugged Gilbert again.

“Bonne nuit, petit monsieur (Goodnight, little man),” Lafayette hugged the boy back before William pulled away and started tugging you by your hand toward his room. Lafayette told you, “I’ll stay here and clean up.”

You wanted to turn him down again, but Gilbert nonchalantly waved you off. “Go. It is no problem.”

By the time you made it back to the kitchen, it was ten minutes later, and Lafayette was finishing up drying the floor.

“I’m sorry for the mess,” you apologized with a cringe.

Lafayette shrugged it off. It was truly no problem. “Mon amour, I don’t mind. And I started the fight, nonetheless. I should be the one to clean up.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t seem fair. I-I’m responsible for the mess, too...” you trailed off because if you were to continue, tears would fall down your face. You turned away from Laf, and tried to calm down.

He dropped what he was doing and rushed to you. “Mon amour, why are you crying?”

“It’s just...Oh, sometimes I feel like such a failure!” you finally exploded. “I get so overwhelmed so often. Mothers shouldn’t be overwhelmed this much!” Yes, you were freaking out, but you were still keeping your voice low enough so you wouldn’t wake William.

Lafayette took your hands in his. “Amour (Love), please, sit down. Take deep breaths.” He lead you over to your dining room table. “Now, I would like you to be honest with me. Do you really think other parents don’t get overwhelmed?”

“They do, but--” you tried to argue.

“Amour, parents are constantly unsure of themselves. Of that, I am sure. It comes with the job. You are not doing anything wrong. In fact, I believe that you are doing an amazing job.”

Just hearing that last sentence was enough for your floodgates to open.

“I am not lying, mon amour. I am so proud of you. You are doing a great job.” Lafayette was solid ground as you leaned into him. He rubbed your back comfortingly. “And as for young William’s bath...if you ask me, I would say the amount of soap and water that got on him tonight was enough for 2 baths, with some left over, perhaps.”

That got you to chuckle for a little while. When you got your voice back, you leaned into Lafayette more. “Thank you so much, my love. I don’t know what i would do without you.”

Gilbert smiled. “Oh, I believe you would be faring just as well as you are now. Maybe laughing a little less, but I also believe William would take care of that.”

Again, you giggled.

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littlesunshine1223 · 2 months

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Philip Quote Book Special

(My beloved son 🥹)

- [ ] There’s a banana in my banana pudding

- [ ] Spiders wearing flip flops

- [ ] BBQ sauce in the bed

- [ ] It looks like I’m about to start quacking and eating crackers

- [ ] It’s like having sex with a warm water bed

- [ ] Frog Fight Club

- [ ] David hasslehof is a very expensive man

- [ ] No glocks at lunch time

- [ ] Liar lair dress aflame

- [ ] Welcome to CNN I’m drunk off my ass

- [ ] 14 honey badgers in exchange for a soul

- [ ] *takes bite of peanut butter cookie* I’m going to fucking cry

#philip hamilton #hamilton fanfiction #hamilsquad x reader #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #hamilton fanart #aaron burr #john laurens #marquis de lafayette #john laurens x reader #lafayette x reader #hercules mulligan #mulligan x reader

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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Yandere love letter from Napoleon and Marquis de Lafayette to a Wife Reader pls ❤️

Napoleon Bonaparte

My beloved wife,

As I write this letter, my soul burns with an uncontrollable passion for you. From the moment I met you, my life took a turn I could never have predicted. You are the light that illuminates my days, my reason for living, and I cannot imagine a world without your presence.

Every time I look at you, my beloved, I see the beauty and grace that enchanted my heart from the first moment. Your eyes are the stars that guide my path, and your lips, the promise of an eternal love that consumes me. There is no one like you, (Y/N), and there never will be.

Every time our eyes meet, I feel consumed by a burning fire, a passion that knows no limits. Every smile, every touch, every word we exchange is a treasure that I keep in my soul.

My wife, my queen, my whole life is dedicated to you. I'm willing to conquer the world, to fight entire armies if necessary, to protect you and ensure our love lasts forever. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate us, because we are one.

In each conquest, in each victory, it will be your name that will echo in my heart. Let the world know that you are the reason I fight, the reason I breathe. And let no one else dare to think of taking your place in my heart, as that would be a fatal mistake.

With love,

Napoleon.

Marquis de Lafayette

My only love,

As I write these words, my heart overflows with a passion that only grows with time. Each day that passes by your side, my beloved, only serves to strengthen the bond that unites us.

Your presence lights up my days and warms my nights, like a radiant sun and a fire burning in my chest. Your eyes, deep as oceans, reflect the love we share and the future I envision by your side.

My beloved, you are my safe haven, the anchor that keeps my soul anchored amid the storm of life. You are the reason why I would face entire armies, the force that drives me to conquer the world, just to be able to offer you the best this world has to offer.

However, I must confess that the thought of anyone else getting close to you, of touching what is mine, makes me disturbed and tormented. My love for you is so overwhelming that I would do anything, absolutely anything, to protect what's ours.

I promise that I will continue to be your devoted and faithful husband, always willing to face the world to ensure your safety and happiness. May the entire world know that you are mine, as I am yours, now and forevermore.

With a love that will never know limits,

Marquis de Lafayette.

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