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im mean its a little late but how about a NYE jamilton or jeffmads midnight kiss one shot 👀👀👀 - ratsnu

hi! i am so sorry that it took nearly a week, but i've finally finished something for you! i've never written jamilton before even though i really like them, so i decided to write a jamilton for u <3 i hope i did them justice and that you enjoy!!

fic below the keep reading

A lively atmosphere and jaunty music were hallmarks in any Martha Washington organised party.

Decadently flavoured hors d'oeuvres passed around the room upon silver trays were devoured in their entirety within the first hour. A live jazz band sets the tune for the night, encouraging the stuffy people this party was thrown for to dance with one another. Small groups congregated together to talk shop, much to the displeasure of their bored, neglected spouses. 

It was exactly this environment that Alexander Hamilton despised.

New Year's Eve was at its core a holiday meant to be celebrated with beloved friends, ordering a truly heinous amount of takeout and drinking good alcohol that came with nauseating consequences. Not pretending that champagne is a civilised alcohol that anybody should enjoy drinking, and certainly not watching Thomas Jefferson pretend that champagne is a civilised alcohol that he enjoyed drinking. How was he so skilled at that, anyway? Laughing with high and mighty entrepreneurs and CEOs in that tailored magenta suit, belonging amongst them yet somehow still standing out. Like a beacon of light in the midst of a dark ocean.

“Now, Mister Hamilton, you’re the Treasurer of the company, yes?”

Yet again, Alexander nodded tightly, wondering how George managed to rope him into attending the party this year. George raised an eyebrow from across the circle, encouraging a few more words from Alexander unsuccessfully. A tray of hors d'oeuvres came to the group once again and several chortling executives took one or two each, making quips about ‘being naughty’ and their weights.

Alexander despised them all.

“Gentlemen, do you mind if I steal Hamilton for just a couple moments?”

George’s face darkened upon seeing Thomas behind Alexander, and he glared at the two of them. Alexander tilted his head in confusion, but followed Thomas away as those despicable businessmen waved goodbye. Usually, he would vehemently decline to follow Thomas Jefferson anywhere on principle of the matter, however, in this moment the need to escape outweighed his principles. Thomas led him through corridors and stairs until they reached a balcony on the second floor, overlooking the full moon hanging from the night sky. Below rested a parking lot, with white daffodils approaching the entrance of the building. 

“Why did you do that for me?” 

Thomas stared out to the sky, silent for a long minute. Then he turned to Alexander, arching his eyebrows, a mask of casual indifference. If he was able to successfully convince himself he doesn’t care about Alexander now, then perhaps he will start the New Year peacefully.

“I can’t be in a giving mood?”

Alexander frowned. “Christmas season has passed, buddy, explain yourself.”

He did not just see through the mask, but viscerally tore it away from his face. Alexander would like to think that he had always been able to see past the role that Thomas Jefferson played. That only he could see the condescending nature behind his pretty smiles and something other than mischief in those gorgeous eyes. What was behind those big brown eyes whenever he fought with Alexander? Alexander wanted nothing more than to know. 

“I’ve always hated these parties. I mean, Martha works really hard to get it organised each year and the food is always good, it’s just the people here, you know?”

Alexander wrinkled his nose in agreement.

“Yeah, a lot of despicable people here. Only one of them is on this balcony here with me.”

“Aw, don’t talk about yourself like that, sweetheart.”

A dark pink flush across his cheeks and ears, warming Alexander’s face even as the cool breeze brushed past him. He glanced up at Thomas, who smiled widely at him, head cocked to the side. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile. A beautiful smile, that Alexander could not stare at any longer, or else he would blush a very dark colour indeed. Even with the moon hanging from the sky and the lamp posts in the distance, Thomas’ smile was, to Alexander, still the brightest entity he could see.

“Oh, shut up. Where’s your shadow?”

“You mean Jemmy?” A nod from Alexander. “Don’t call him that. Anyway, he hates these things more than either of us do, so he’s called in ‘sick’.” Thomas air quoted the last word, and Alexander chuckled. “Washington hasn’t noticed that James hasn’t attended six of these parties in a row, the lucky bastard. He spends his New Year’s Eve with his cats.”

“Maybe not so lucky then. I mean, his cats, really? Bit sad.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Oh, then who are you spending your New Year’s with, hm?”

“You, apparently. Unless you’re willing to go back inside anytime soon.”

“Oh, hell no. I’d rather be out here.” With you, went unsaid, but not unnoticed by Alexander.

For half a minute, they stood in peaceful silence. Thomas glanced down to his watch with a frown, ten minutes until midnight. They had been outside for a good five minutes, not a very long time, or even long enough to be suspicious. They could afford to stay out here together longer. Briefly, Thomas wondered if they would be able to hear the countdown from where they were. 

“We’re having a civil conversation.” Alexander mused, wondrous and a little horrified. How did it come to this? Had they always been capable of civility?

“Someone call the press.” Thomas joked, thinking of all the times they had fought before. 

“Someone call Washington!”

The sparks that flew whenever they fought on the opposite ends of meeting rooms or debated over email were still there, just softer. Alexander laughed rambunctiously, almost breathless with disbelief, and Thomas wondered what it would be like to capture that laughter with his lips. No, he needed to dismiss that thought. Thinking about Alexander’s lips would lead to dangerous territory.

Alexander sighed, glancing up at Thomas, whose eyes were wide and focused somewhere below his own eyes. What was he glancing at, anyway? Maybe, this very moment foreshadowed the year that was to come. The daffodils near the entrance, the genuine smile upon Thomas’ face, these both symbolised new beginnings, didn’t they?

Time passed silently, and Thomas glanced down at his watch again.

“One minute until midnight. Do you believe in superstition? Warding off loneliness for the new year, that kind of thing? The Ancient Romans, the Scottish and the Germans did.”

“Just ask me, Jefferson. Ask me plainly.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Alexander nodded, mouth a little dry. Thomas looked so inviting, at that moment. How many seconds could there possibly be in a minute? How could half a minute suddenly stretch into forever?

The new year would hold all sorts of possibilities, including a handsome man by the name of Thomas Jefferson. 

“10! 9! 8!” Shouted the partygoers inside. 

“7! 6! 5! 4!”

Thomas bended down, and brought a hand to Alexander’s cheek, tilting his face upward.

“3! 2!”

Alexander swooped up, claiming Thomas’ bottom lip between his own.

“1!”

Incomprehensible screaming followed, but neither man could hear it. Thomas placed his other hand in Alexander’s hair, while Alexander gripped Thomas’ shoulders and pulled him impossibly closer. To think that they wasted so much time fighting when they could have been doing this all along! The same fighting sparks followed them to this embrace, who needed fireworks when the fireworks were right there?

Thomas pulled away, smiling.

“Hamilton.”

“Alex.”

“Happy New Year, Alex.”

“Happy New Year, Thomas.”

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hiii,,,,,, how yall doin,,,, i did not at all disappear for 3 weeks

anyone wanna drop some cool hamilton art prompts in my ask box?

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♪ MAN, THE MAN IS NONSTOP! ♪

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nyc babes <3

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just published a jeffmads oneshot i've been working on for a while, my first ever work in this fandom!

leave me a comment on ao3 or drop a note on tumblr if you enjoyed it! i definitely enjoyed writing it!

a haunted house (with a picket fence)

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so true bestie

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i have such a backlog of art but i dont wanna spam lmao

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messy jeffmads sketch to celebrate

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messy jeffmads sketch to celebrate

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now that ive been released from the explicit blog shackles i may post chapter one of my jamilmads office au fic this weekend

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remembered how much I love them

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the room where it happens

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IM BACK BABY!!!

this feels like when you get put in timeout for something you didnt do in like kindergarten and the teacher makes you sit in the corner during recess and watch everyone else have fun 😭

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this feels like when you get put in timeout for something you didnt do in like kindergarten and the teacher makes you sit in the corner during recess and watch everyone else have fun 😭

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happy new year folks <3

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