Hamilton one-shots (x reader or requested ships)

Jefferson

Warning: Cheating

You hummed a few tunes, twirling around the shared estate you and your husband lived in New York, as you were in a merry mood. You had missed your original home in Monticello, but your husband has work here.

"Miss, there's a letter for you," your chambermaid said, offering you an envelope on top of a silver tray.

"Thank you, my dear." You picked up the envelope, wondering if it was from your husband, Thomas Jefferson. It's been a while since you heard from him, but you knew that he as a busy man. Having been whisked into being Secretary of State after returning from France. He'd been traveling back and forth from Virginia to New York, so much that you never knew where he was at most times. Even if you were in the same city, it was rare that you would see him. He would be cooped up in his office, coming back after you slept, and leaving before you woke up. There was no return address, just your name and address scribbled in beautiful writing. With great curiosity, you opened the envelope, taking out its content. There were various letters in handwriting you recognized. "This is Thomas's handwriting," you said with confusion. You read through the letters, more confused than ever. They sounded like love letters, except they weren't addressed to you. Your heart raced as you scanned through the papers- you hadn't noticed you were crying until you saw water stains on the paper. Quickly, you wiped the tears away, not wanting to mess up the paper. It was recent, the letters received and sent these past months. The most recent letter, this lady, by the name of Amelia Lee, had written that she was excited to finally see him during the Cabinet Meeting. Your heart rose to your throat, making it harder for you to believe. You read through the accounts again and again, and something clicked. If she was in the meeting, there was a chance that Alexander Hamilton would have seen her. You yelled for your maid to call a carriage to get you to Alexander's home. You knocked on the door, your hand holding the envelope, shaking beside you. Finally, the door opened, and Alexander looked at you with much confusion.

"Hello?" Alexander greeted, confusion etched on his face. Of course, you had forgotten the fact you and Alexander have never been properly introduced. Only names were thrown around by the mutual acquaintance of Thomas Jefferson.

"Hello, Mr. Hamilton. My name is Y/N L/N," you introduced, using your maiden name as not to give your relation to Thomas just yet. "M-May I come in, sir?"

"O-Of course." He let you in the house. "I'm afraid I don't recognize anyone with that name. May I ask how you know me and my house?"

You laughed shakily. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I don't mean to scare you, but I am surprised you know not of your own popularity. I don't think there's a single soul here who has never heard of you."

"Is that so?" he asked with an amused smile. "Tea?"

"Y-Yes please."

He poured you a cup and offered it to your shaking hand. "Is everything alright, Ms. L/N?"

"I must ask you a question, Alexander."

"Okay."

"During the first cabinet meeting, did you notice a woman with Thomas at any point?" you asked.

"Thomas?" Perhaps this wasn't the best idea, you thought. If he associates you with Thomas, he must not want to do anything with you.

"Yes, Thomas Jefferson."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "It's Thomas, Ms. L/N. He's always surrounded with women," Alexander said bitterly of his enemy.

"Was there anyone specifically whom he seemed closed with?"