Your P.O.V.

"I'm going out to check if some... friends I had are still around. I may not come home for the night!"

"Sure (Y/N)! Have fun!" George winked before plunging Sam into a kiss.

I rolled my eyes and headed out. All the leaes were a dark ochre colour and the sky was silver. I walked down to where Central Park was and admired the falling autumn leaves, my long/short (H/C) hair  fluttering wildly in the wind. I smiled and let my (E/C) eyes twinkle in pure happiness. All of a sudden, a clap of thunder resounded and the clouds darkened to a pretty dark grey colour and water drops the size of eggs fell from the sky.

"Oh shit..." I mumbled, then walked quickly towards an unknown destination.

After getting myself soaked head to toe, I was desperately looking for someone... something I knew. Someone who could let me in for the night. I finally reached a large house that seemed rather familliar and knocked. A middle sized, dark skinned man holding a handkerchief to his nose opened it.

"E-excuse me, could you..."

"Who are you?" He asked.

"(Y/N) Jefferson." I mumbled.

"Well your brother isn't here. I'm sorry."

Then he closed the door once more. Ouch. I growled and continued running to someplace where I'd be recieved better than my... wait. He said my brother? Wasn't that James Madison? The guy my brother was... crushing on?

Anyway, I ran until I came across another familliar place. I looked at the front door with curiosity and knocked. Soon an all familiar pang inside my chest surged and a burning sensation quickly spread over my body.

"Oui? Oh mon dieu, mademoiselle. You are soaked! Please, come inside." A familliar french accent boomed.

I looked up at the man with light brown hair tied up in a bun who towered over me and couldn't refrain from hugging him.

"Woah... okay mademoiselle. This is... 'ow you say? awkward."

I soon pulled off.

"S-sorry. I-I just thought I'd never see you again," I apologised embarrassed, but couldn't contain a smile.

"Babe? Who is it?" Another voice came fron the other side of the house.

"Babe? Wait, is that Mulligan?" I smiled wider if possible.

When Hercules finally came down, they both looked at me.

"I'm sorry we can't remember you..." Hercules rubbed the back of his neck in shame.

"Nevermind, I didn't expect you to anyway,"

"Ouch," Lafayette mumbled.

"Does the name (Y/N) Jefferson ring a bell?" I asked.

Both pairs of eyes widened and they soon brought me inside their house, engulfing me in a hug.

"Holy shit (Y/N)! We missed you so much!"

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to see your frère's face when 'e found out you 'ad left," Lafayette chuckled.

We finally broke the hug.

"So..." I smirked. "It's my turn to tease you both?"

The couple looked at each other, then blushed madly.

"When's the wedding guys?"

"(Y/N)!"

"I'd like to be the flower girl, please?" I pleaded, without rubbing the characteristic 'Jefferson' smirk off my face.

"(Y/N)! Stop!"

I raised my hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay,"

"So how are the rest of the guys?"

"Well, your brother came over some time ago, 'n I think... I think I passed out." Herc answered happily.

"... on my shoulder." Lafayette continued. "I then left 'im with Alexander and John... then John left... so that means they're alone in the living room ma chérie."

"God, I hope they haven't killed each other..." I muttered.

They led me to the living room and I was greeted with an adorable sight: my brother and his enemy were curled up on the couch in front of the window, Alexander fast asleep and Thomas running his hands through his midnight black hair.

"Well, it seems like we're not the only ones 'erc. What's up witht he change of attitude, mes amis?" Lafayette snickered.

Thomas' head snapped in our direction and his eyes narrowed at his french friend, but then widened once more at the sight of me.

"Laf, I thought you and Hercules were... together?" He said.

"And we are," The frenchman wrapped his arm around the tailor's shoulders.

"So who's the lady?"

"Thomas, I'm hurt," I pouted, "That you don't remember your little sister,"

His eyes widened as Lafayette had done a few minutes earlier.

"(Y-Y/N)!" He squealed, waking Alexander up.

"Wha- Aaaaaaah!" He immediately jumped off my brother and therefore fell to the floor.

My brother's loving expression turned to one of despise and ego, the same happened to A.Ham.

"Never saw anything," Alexander hissed.

"Okay, okay." I smiled, but then whispered to myself, so only Laf and Herc could hear: "I'll blackmail them with that later."

They both broke into fits of giggles as Hamilton glared at me.

"You seem familliar. Who are you?" He asked.

"(Y/N) Jefferson. A pleasure to meet you again Alexander."

He turned pale and looked back towards Jefferson. "Your..."

"Sister. You don't remember her?"

"... Oh yeah! She was the one getting bullied right?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes. It was me."

"You were WHAT?!" My brother screeched.

"Woah woah wait. Chill Thomas."

"Yeah, you should listen to your sister for once."

"I swear to god Hamilton, if you don't shut up..."

I lost my cool and shouted over their bickering.

"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!" I took a deep breath and continued, venom lacing my signature smirk.

"I don't want my brother and my brother-in-law bickering like that."

By this point Lafayette and Hercules were laughing so hard they almost fell down to the floor. I caught a glimpse of my brother's blushed face and Alexander with similarily pink cheeks, and smiled.

"Would you like to stay over mon ami? Jefferson's staying too," Lafayette smiled.

"O-oh! Sure." I thanked him.

"One thing... there are no more spare rooms so either Alex and Thomas share, or Alex goes to John's room..." Hercules muttered softly, but was cut of by someone else entering the room.

He walked right past me, weakly and looked at Hamilton and Jefferson. I felt my cheeks heat up.

I'm thinking on writing a Lafayette x Time traveler reader story, what do you think?
BTW: I've published a Phillip Hamilton x John Laurens oneshot, check it out!