Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#23Jefferson~Love Isn't About Whether You Get Stabbed

(Full Title=Love Isn't About Whether You Get Stabbed; It's About Whether The Knife Gets Turned)

Also Known As: I Can't Write A Title Shorter Than Fall Out Boy

Reader is Alexander's sister

A/N: NONE OF THESE OPINIONS ARE MINE! CHARACTERS ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE OPINIONS, GOOD OR BAD

"Alexander, I'm sorry, but I have to go," you mutter to your younger brother.

"But-"

"I'll write, and I hope you will, too."

He sniffles. "Why can't I go with you?"

"I'm going over to get a job-" you silently add "or marry rich"- "You need to stay here. I promise I'll bring you over to the mainland as soon as I can."

"I love you."

You kiss his head. "I love you, too."

Dearest brother,

I landed on the mainland safely. I am still looking for employment. I hope that things are going well for you. The voyage was rather tough; you know how much I hate the sea, but it was not unbearable. Our ship hit a rough patch, so we landed in Virginia instead of New York. Hopefully, I will make my way up there before you arrive.

Oh! I must tell you about the most wonderful man I met once I arrived. I know how much you hate my constant "girly-talk", but I know that you would like him. Thomas Jefferson. He has quite a large plantation here. Although I have never liked the institute of slavery, Thomas's plantation does not phase me that much. He says he treats the workers much better than others in the area, which makes me feel a little better. At least they were not sold to someone who would abuse them. I do hope that you get to meet him soon.

There is so much more to write about, but we are running low on ink. Please write back.

Your favorite sister,

(Y/N) Hamilton

Sister Dearest,

I regret to inform you that it does not look like I will be making it to the mainland anytime soon. I do hope you will be able to acquire the money soon. There is not much going on here. A few of our old neighbors are trying to devise a scheme to sail back to the mainland. I doubt they will succeed. They were never the brightest.

I am excited to hear about your newfound interest. However, I do not appreciate that he owns slaves. Frankly, I do not care how he treats them; he still bought people to do his work. Aside from his slaves, I am sure he is a wonderful person. He makes you happy. How horrible could he be?

I hope to see you again soon.

Yours truly,

Alexander Hamilton

Dearest brother,

It has been almost two years, and I feel that I have failed you. I still have not gotten the money you need. In better news, Thomas and I are engaged to be married. He is headed off to France soon to be an American ambassador, and he wishes that I go with him, saying he couldn't bare to be without me for who knows how long. My only regret about the engagement is that you never got to meet him. I'm sure we will have the means to get you to the mainland by the time we return.

I do hope to hear from you again before the wedding.

Stay well,

(Y/N) Hamilton

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You tighten your grip on your husband's hand as the two of you walk into his first meeting as Secretary of State. He had not told you much about what is happening today because he doesn't know much.

He bends down to kiss your forehead. "Do you want to take a seat next to Madison? This should be over shortly."

You kiss him lightly. "Good luck."

You take a seat next to your husband's friend as the meeting starts. A man with long, dark hair pulled up in a ponytail walks in. He looks incredibly familiar, but you just can't seem to place him.

President Washington begins, "The issue on the table: Secretary Hamilton's-" he can't be- "plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank. Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir."

You watch as your husband stands and recites what he had written. You can tell just how nervous he is because he stumbles quite a bit. Once he sits down, Secretary Hamilton stands up. "Thomas, that was a real nice declaration. Welcome to the present. We're running a real nation."

After the first word out of his mouth, you recognized Secretary Hamilton as your brother almost immediately.

The president abruptly stands up and calls for a brief recess. You excuse yourself, saying that you are going to get water and follow Alexander out of the room.

"Alexander?" you call, your voice soft.

He turns around. "(Y/N)?"

You nod slightly. "It's been a while."

"Yes, I suppose it has."

"How long have you been in America?" you ask, trying to break the tension.

"A few years. I see that you've gotten married."

"I thought you two would have gotten along better." You run your hands through the folds of your skirt.

"You thought wrong."

You grimace at his tone. He should be happy to see you again. "I am capable of seeing that, Alexander."

"I never knew you would go for such a pompous, elit-"

"That's enough! He's my husband! I would have thought you would have been happy for me! Maybe even put aside whatever anger you harbor for my husband! It's been so many years since we've seen each other and the first thing you do is reprimand me for my husband!"

"You-" His face flushes when Thomas walks over to you and rests his hand on your shoulder.

"(Y/N), I see you have met Secretary Hamilton."

"What are you doing here, Jefferson?" Alexander spits.

"I heard my yelling and figured she would like some support."

Alexander scoffs. "I grew up with her. She doesn't need help from anybody."

Thomas looks between you and your brother, suddenly realizing the similarities. "He's your brother?"

(A/N: I hope you liked it! Part two eventually. Have a good day!)