#james madison drabble

[aldbooks]

This little Gwynriel Drabble was inspired by a mini bonus scene Tate James shared today from her Madison Kate series… enjoy 😁

Gwyn wandered through the House looking for her friend who was supposed to meet her for tea. Now that Nesta and Cassian were mated, it wasn't unusual for one or both of them to forget they had a previous engagement as they got caught up in one another and, as a result, Gwyn had learned to tread carefully when searching for them lest she stumble on them in a... compromising position. Again.

After checking Nesta's bedroom, the library and dining room, she headed towards the living area that faced the large balcony. At first glance, she didn't see anyone and opened her mouth to call out her friend's name, hoping she might be heard; when a small swarm of shadows appeared before her face, halting her.

They swirled and vibrated in front of her as if urging quiet. When she took a few more steps into the room, she understood why. Azriel was draped face down across the couch, his cheek half smushed into a pillow, and massive wings draped across the back and trailing to the floor. He was fast asleep, still fully dressed in leathers and clearly exhausted. As though he'd flown straight through the open balcony doors and only had enough energy to make the few steps to the couch before passing out.

She smiled as she stood over him, observing that his face was far more relaxed in sleep than she ever saw it. He looked almost boyish with his lips pursed open and dark hair draping across his eyes. How had she never noticed his lashes were so long?

Just then, the part of her mind prone to mischief delivered a delightful idea... But she would need his shadows' cooperation. "Are you going to wake him up and tell him I'm here?" she asked of them. They paused for a moment as though trying to read her intentions and then slowly shook side to side. She took this to mean no.

Smiling, she glanced up towards the ceiling but a soft thunk on the table beside her told her the House had anticipated her request. She grinned in thanks before taking the bowl and kneeling down. Carefully, she scooped out a generous dollop of the fluffy whipped cream into the curled fingers of the Shadowsinger's hand which dangled off the cushion. Her eyes darted repeatedly towards his face, watching carefully for any sign of his waking, wondering just how light of a sleeper the Spymaster was. But he must have been truly exhausted for he didn't so much as flinch at the cold goop on his fingers.

Gwyn backed out of reach of his wings as quickly as possible, noticing Cassian approaching the balcony with Nesta cradled in his arms. They must have been out flying and forgotten the time. Frantically she waved her arms at them gesturing for them to keep silent as they landed. Both gave her perplexed looks before noticing Azriel asleep on the couch.

Nesta grinned, "Aw, look at him," she whispered. "He almost looks innocent." Cassian grinned as well before noticing the bowl in her hands. His eyes darted from her to Azriel, quickly catching on and his grin widened.

"Did you do it?"

Gwyn nodded. "I was just about to wake him up and didn't want you two to spoil it."

Cass snickered, creeping closer to his sleeping friend. "It's so rare anyone pulls one over on Az. He's too sneaky by half. You do realize that once he knows it was you, he'll be sure to pay you back... ten fold."

Gwyn's smirk, she knew, was just a touch evil. "He's welcome to try."

They all inched their way closer on silent tiptoes and Gwyn grabbed the second object the House had provided. A feather. Azriel's shadows swirled around him in giddy patterns and she held it out to them. "Would you like to do the honors?"

One of the shadows darted out, snaking around her fingers as it plucked the feather from her and held it over Azriel's nose. Dancing back out of his reach once more, she watched as the feather tickled Azriel's nose and cheek, the former scrunching adorably. But still he did not wake. She nodded at his shadows to try again.

This time, the little shadow got bolder, practically shoving the feather up the poor Spymaster's nose. Azriel woke with a start, a sound escaping him that was half shout, half snort as his cream filled hands smacked against his face smearing his golden brown skin with white.

There was a pause where the whole room seemed to freeze.

"Oh my Gods, that was so much better than I planned," Gwyn wheezed before she and her companions dissolved into laughter. The shadow that had been holding the feather quickly disappeared behind the couch, many of the others joining as Azriel wiped his face with the handkerchief one of his other shadows helpfully provided, and looked down at the offending mess. Slowly his eyes raised up to his audience who fell abruptly silent. His gaze was sharp and lethal as it zeroed in on Gwyn and narrowed.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched his gaze flick towards the abandoned bowl of cream she'd left on the table near him when she'd grabbed the feather. A wicked smile curled his lips as his gaze returned to her, one word leaving his lips on a deadly whisper. "Run."

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Cassian almost fell over laughing as he watched the young priestess scramble out of the room, Azriel following her unhurriedly as he took the bowl of cream and stalked out of the room, his shadows engulfing him.

Nesta shushed him and they both listened carefully for a moment. About thirty seconds later they heard a startled yelp and a wet splatter quickly followed by a deep chuckle.

[masivechaos]

🪐i'll try everything once - send me a song and a character -> i’ll write a short drabble! (~300 words)!

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james potter + bad habit by steve lacey — i feel like i wish i knew you wanted me is very james potter

Bad habit ✧˖*°࿐ james potter x gn! reader

Warning/content: angst and that's it, bad writing because i'm slowly getting back at writing yay pls be kind with me. also i only based this fic on the lyric :))

w/c: 0.5k

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“James!” you called, trying your best to catch the curly-haired boy. He didn’t turn around but he stopped and you were able to be next to him in two steps. “James,” you said again, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt “please let me explain.”

You both initially were in the Gryffindor common room, playing truth or dare. You chose truth and the next thing you knew you were telling your entire friend group that you had a crush on James last year when you were sitting next to your new partner.

No one expected this, apparently you were good at keeping your feelings to yourself. And it broke your heart a little when James got up with an expression on his face that you couldn’t describe and left the room.

“I’m sorry,” you said. The last thing you wanted was to create an awkward situation between the two of you. Godric, you hated party games. “Just forget what I said, I’m over you now you don’t have to worry about me, I don’t want things to be weird between us now, I never wanted t-”

But as you started to get lost in your words and thoughts, James cut you “I wish I knew.” Now, that was something you didn’t expect. James was maybe the most fast forward person you ever knew, not confessing his love to the person he fancied was not him.

“What?”

“I wish I knew you wanted me. I would have made a move then,” he let out a small ironic laugh, sitting slowly on the floor with his back against a wall. His legs were pressed against his chest as he buried his head in his knees. 

You stared at him for a second before sitting next to him. “Why you didn’t tell me anything?” that maybe wasn’t the best question but it was the only thing that crossed your mind.

“Didn’t want to freak you out. You know what happened with Lily” the way his voice was so low, so not James, broke you. You were maybe over him but you still loved him, he was your best friend and you never wanted to hurt him.

“Do you…” the words were hard to pull out of your mouth “Do you still love me?” The following seconds of silence were maybe the longest of your life. You both didn’t speak or move.

“Yeah”

You felt like your mind was exploding. You thought about the things you missed just because you never had the courage to ask him out. It was a weird feeling to describe, as if there was something missing in your heart. But you were over it now, and you couldn’t change the past. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Please don’t make this harder” he almost sounded like he was begging. You didn’t answer anything, feeling your heart aching in your chest when James got up and made sure you didn’t follow him. And as much as you tried to convince yourself of the opposite, you swore you saw a tear on his cheek when he left. You were the reason for his cry, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

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[briaroftheroses]

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[janesociety]

a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

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welcome to jane’s intergalactic adventure! before we start our journey through the stars, there’s a few things we should go over…

fandoms: star wars, marauders, marvel, dead poets society, criminal minds, little women, the last of us, and the hunger games.

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[schuylerful-blog]

Uh Oh (Hercules x Reader)

Request: @crazypup110 (i can’t tag you???) “Can you do a little something in a Hamilton College AU where Alexander sister is secretly dating his friend Hercules and he finds out when he catches them on a date in a secluded area?”

A/N: *yells* I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW HORRENDOUSLY LONG THIS TOOK ME AND I APOLOGISE FOR THE BAD QUALITY AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT IM SORRY please enjoy

T/W: Nothing I’m aware of???

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Your foot tapped up and down against your apartment floor.  Fiddling with the seam on your shirt, you glanced up at the clock above the front door. 6:29pm. The seconds hand ticked slowly over the clock face. You were waiting for Hercules to pick you up for your first date. 

It was no secret to your friends Eliza, Angelica, Peggy and Maria (who had helped you get ready minuets earlier) that you liked Herc, and you were ecstatic when he asked you out after class last week. Unfortunately, despite the fact Herc and your twin brother Alexander were best friends, Alex made it clear he didn't like the idea of you and Herc dating, so you had to keep it quiet. You were excited all week leading up to the date, but now as the time drew near you were filled with nerves. You, Herc and Eliza had a plan to keep Alex away but you still couldn't help but worry about what would happen if you were caught. 6:30pm. The minuets hand ticked and, on cue, you heard a knock at the door. You stood up, swung your bad over your shoulder and took a deep breath. Opening the door, you were greeted by a familiar face.

“(Y/N)”, Herc smiled. “You look amazing. I meant, that’s not to say you don’t look amazing usually- You always look amazing. It’s just- Oh!”, he stopped himself. “These are for you”. He handed you a bouquet of flowers and nervously shifted from foot to foot. You were glad he was just as nervous as you were.

“Thank you Herc”. You pressed a quick kiss to this cheek. You both blushed deep red. You offered him your hand, which he took quickly.

“Let’s go, before you realise how clammy my hands are”, he joked. “We’re going to the little coffee shop you like just off campus”.

“Javier’s?”, you asked. “I thought we were going back to your dorm. That was the plan we made with Eliza”

“Don’t worry, I texted her and let her know. Alex won’t be around”

“You sure? That’s his favourite cafe”

“I’m sure (Y/N). Don’t worry ‘bout it”. You walked hand in hand out your dorm into the cool summer’s breeze.

A quick peak at the clock revealed the time to be 8pm. Thank god Javier’s was open late tonight, because you and Herc was having so much fun you wanted to stay there all night. You sat together on a love seat, your head on Herc’s shoulder and two long forgotten cups on the table in front of you. You talked about everything, from class, to music, to the tailoring business Herc wanted to open after school. You were so engrossed in conversation, you didn't notice a text from Eliza pop up on your phone screen. 

Eliza

Hope things are going good! We’re just going to get coffee then Alex will be back. I’ll keep you updated xx

“(Y/N), can I tell you something?”, Herc asked.

“‘Course, anything”

“Actually it’s more of a question”

“Ask away”. Hercules put an arm around you and pulled you close.

“Can I kiss you?”. You had no clue what to say. The obvious answer was ‘YES!’, but no words came out of your mouth, so you just leaned in. Herc reciprocated and your lips met his. He carefully held you head in his hand and deepened the kiss. Just then, the door to the cafe opened.

“And so I said, ‘Thomas, that was a real nice declaration, but welcome to the present, we’re running a real college. And then he- (Y/N)?”. Alex’s jaw fell open. Eliza stood behind him, gaping. You and Herc jumped apart. “Herc?!”

“What are you guys doing here?”, Eliza frantically asked.

“You knew?”

“I sent you a text!”, Herc responded.

“What text?”

“Oh no...”. ‘Uh oh’ was the only thing you could think. You were sure Alex was going to get angry. He didn't want you and Herc together, yet, here you were.

“Alex, before you get mad,”, you began. “I’m an adult too. I can make my own decisions and I don’t need your approval and Herc is a great guy and-”

“(Y/N)”, he cut in. “I’m not going to get mad”

“You-, you’re not?”. You were confused. Alex was very hot-headed, and this is exactly the thing that would make him mad. 

“No”, he stepped towards you. “I’ve been thinking. I know I’m really protective of you but that’s only because I love you. And, maybe I shouldn't be getting in the way of you and Herc, because, if you want to date anyone, I’m glad it’s Herc. I’m sorry”. You stood quietly for a moment, shocked.

“Thank you Alex”, you whispered. “I love you”

“Love you too (Y/N/N)”. He pulled you into a hug. “We’ll let you get back to your date now. But please, don’t make out in front of me again”. You laughed as your brother and Eliza left the shop. You turned back to Herc.

“Sorry, where were we?”

[iknowthekoolaidflavor]

OMGGG!!! Situation 6 with phrase 13 with Jmads? Everyone loves a drowsy Jmads ✨

Situation 6: In bed at 2 am, blissfully drowsy

Phrase 13: “Tell me what you’re thinking right now”

James and Hercules are definitely starting to grow on me 

James was known to come stumbling in in the early hours of the morning. Most of it had to do with working with Thomas to get their plan approved. This meant late nights in which I was already asleep by the time he got home. 

Surprisingly, he got arrived at a decent time tonight and fell right asleep, but by 2 am his tossing and turning woke me up. I turned to my side to see my boyfriend on his back.

“Are you alright Jemmy?”

He smiled softly at the nickname before softly replying, “I…I’m alright baby”

He was still tired, but something was keeping him awake and knowing him, it would keep him up all night. I moved closer to lay my head on his chest as wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my forehead and sighed.

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now. I promise you I’m a better listener than Thomas”

“You’ve always been a better listener than Thomas”, he laughed, “Although he was pretty attentive tonight”

“What makes you say that?”

He paused for a moment. Whatever this was it was pretty big. He was never one to keep things from me unless he had a really good reason.

“He gave me some advice tonight and I think he has a point”

He kissed my cheek as he sat up to fish something out of the nightstand.

“Something has been on my mind for quite some time now and trying to find the right moment for it has been killing me. I wanted to wait until after work, but I get home way too late. Do I wait until dinner? No, that would be too cheesy and predictable”, he rambled 

“James what is it that’s troubling you so much?”, I finally asked as I laid my head on his shoulder

“I feel like I’ve been in love with you from the moment Thomas introduced at that dinner party. I can’t see myself being with anyone but you because you make me look forward to spending the rest of my life with someone who makes me feel complete.”

James turned to face me and I finally saw what he grabbed from the drawer. He opened up a small velvet box and smiled nervously. My heart skipped a beat.

“(Y/N), will you–”

“Yes, yes I’ll marry you”, I nearly screamed as I jumped in his lap, nearly knocking him off the bed

I kissed him all over, repeatedly saying yes until I reached his lips. He pulled me in so tight that I knew he wouldn’t dare let go. When I pulled away, he slipped the ring on my finger.

“I love you Jemmy”

“I love you too Mrs. Madison”

As he pulled me close again, I made a mental note to thank Thomas the next time I saw him.

This was supposed to go in a different direction lol. Sorry, I hope you still like it!

[turnipotentiary]

a little jeffmads for the soul

exactly what it says on the box. please enjoy.

Thomas and James sit together on a small hill on the lawn, leaning against the tree at the top of the hill. Well, Thomas is leaning on the tree trunk, and James is leaning on him, content to simply enjoy their surroundings; Thomas’s arms around him, the wind wrapping around him, the shouts of some kids playing on the university’s campus. It’s cold- sweater weather, James notes wryly- but Thomas is somehow warm as always. 

A particularly cold gust of wind hits him and he shivers involuntarily. Thomas takes notice immediately. “Jemmy, are you okay? Shit, we should probably get inside, it’s too cold, I-”

“I’m fine, Thomas,” James says, rolling his eyes, although he’s fighting the urge to wrap his arms around himself. 

“No you’re not,” Thomas says, pulling off his sweater. “You’re going to get sick again if you keep this up. Here.” He pulls the sweater over James’ head, ignoring his squeals of protest. James hmphs, but accepts his fate, leaning back against Thomas. 

“What about you?” he asks. Thomas shrugs him off. “I’ll be fine, I’m always warm,” he says. “Plus, I have a big teddy bear of a boyfriend to cuddle,” he continues, pulling James closer. 

James sighs contentedly, leaning into him. “I love you, Thomas.” 

“Love you too.”

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[spideyswifey]

I Will Try To Fix You: Thomas Jefferson x Reader Preview Part 2

Note: Hi guys! I’m honestly so sorry that I suck at updating! 🥺 But I thank you for your patience and love! So I am still working on this one, however I didn’t wanna just leave y’all hanging in the dark. So here’s another preview before I post the whole thing, which should be very soon! Keep an eye out because it will be out before Christmas! I promise that! Thanks for all the love and support babes! Enjoy this little snippet! -Cai ♥️

P.s: Y’all are gonna hate Martha. 🤭👀

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, trauma, depression, Drinking/drug use, cursing, mentions of sex. If any of this is triggering for you I’d suggest not to read.

Summary: You and Thomas Jefferson are best friends and would do anything for each other, which is exactly how you ended up at this college party. But when a creep from the football team comes too close to you, you immediately regret your decision. Your life changes in an instant and you lose yourself. Will Thomas be able to bring his best friend back?

Tags: @sillyteecup @theatrenerd86 @lindsay3002 @summerofsnowflakes @i-know-i-can @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @bravelybea

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“So,” You spoke as you approached Thomas’s black camaro, “Besides Martha, who else is gonna be there?” “Why?” “Because if I’m going to a party, I’d like to at least have someone I like around!” “Um, hello?!?” Thomas gestured to himself. “Besides you! Lord knows you’re going straight to the table set up with beer pong once we get there, so I’d like to have some company while you’re busy getting drunk outta your mind!” “Huh, you know what good point!” “Mhm!” “But!” Thomas interjected, “I promise not to get shit-faced this time, only mildly tipsy. Lord knows I make the wrong decisions when I’m drunk!”

“Kinda how you ended up with Martha in the first place isn’t it?” You pointed out. “Ugh, please don’t remind me!” Thomas groaned while leaning his head back for a second, before bringing his eyes back to the road. “That’s the exact reason I ain’t getting drunk! I won’t be able to think straight and she’ll sink her claws in!” “Ok I get it! She’s bad for you, which is what I had said in the beginning.” You mumbled that last part, but he heard you anyways. “I know Y/n, I know. You told me so, you’re always right!” “I didn’t say that...but I mean I won’t stop you from doing so.” You playfully smirked, trying to keep the atmosphere light in order not to fight.

—

But you were right. You knew from the moment you met her, that Marta was toxic! She was manipulative, devious, and not to mention, a bitch! Thomas had met Martha at, of course, a party! Thomas was super drunk and immediately taken by her, one thing led to another and they hooked up. The next morning he asked her out and she agreed. At the start of their relationship, she had him wrapped around her finger. Anything she wanted Thomas would get her, and since he was loaded, she wanted everything! The newest pair of Louboutins, that Gucci designer bag hanging on display, those Raybans that would go so well with her outfit to the beach; she got it all! You saw right through her, but Thomas was blinded by the adoration he had for her. But you could tell he was miserable inside. Though every time you tried to bring up Martha’s actions, he always made an excuse for her. “She’s just stressed and shopping relaxes her.” “It was my fault, I bought her the wrong Chanel purse.” “No, he’s just her study partner, she’s never do that to me!”

But she did.

She did, and without any remorse! He caught her when he went to her place to drop off the notebooks she left in his car since she was going to “study” that night. What he saw made both the notebooks in his hands, and his heart, drop. There she was, making out with her “study partner” on the couch. When they heard the thump of the notebooks hitting the floor, they pulled apart and saw a heartbroken Thomas in front of them. And all that bitch said was “Let’s be honest, Thommy. You should’ve saw this coming! You never really paid attention to what I wanted! You never got me the right things I needed and you spent too much time with that slut you call your best friend! Face it sweetie, you’re just not good enough for me!”

Thomas had no words. He just stormed out, tears streaming down his face as he ran to his car. You were on your couch watching Civil War when you heard frantic knocking on your door. The sight in front of you made your heart ache. There in front of your dorm was your best friend, eyes red and tears streaming down his face. “Tho-” “She cheated on me!” Immediately, you brought him in to sit on your couch and vent about what he just witnessed moments ago.

You were there for him through it all. You remember hugging him tight and doing your best to comfort him through his heartbreak. You remember the anger you felt for that dumb gold digging bitch. You remember how miserable Thomas had felt. You remember the nights he’d call you asking you why he wasn’t good enough. She broke him. What was once your cocky, flirty, dumb best friend was now a heartbroken man in shambles.

For the next month you were with him everyday trying to cheer him up and get him out of his rut. Slowly but surely he started to be him old self again and you got your best friend back.

Though every now and then, she would show up at the same place Thomas was, both would be drunk-him more than her- she’d flirt, he’d fall for her charms again, and they’d end up in bed once more; leaving Thomas to regret it in the morning. There were no more feelings involved for Thomas but lust. He would say that he wanted to just feel it one more time before he moved on for good. But one more time was at least 3 times, the last time you checked. He needed to stay away from her before those feelings came back and before he lets his heart get broken once more. Thus, why you were going to the party in the first place; to prevent a regrettable “one-night stand” for your best friend.

—

“Yeah yeah, nice try. There’s only enough room in this car for one big ego!” Thomas spoke, interrupting your previous thoughts. “Ain’t no arguement here!” You joked. Thomas just rolled his eyes as he continued to drive.

“Burr and Mads will be there.” Thomas said, answering the question you asked minutes before. “Ok, but where there’s Aaron, there’s Theo; and I’m not gonna be a third wheel to those two, no matter how cute they are!” Thomas let out a slight chuckle. “And I love James but knowing him, he’ll be too stoned outta his mind to even have a full conversation.” “Ok true,” he held up one hand in surrender, before placing it back on the steering wheel.

“The Schuylers will be there.” Your eyes widened with surprise. “Dude! Why didn’t you start with that in the first place?!? I mean don’t get me wrong, I love James and Aaron, but those are my girls!” “I didn’t want to mention them being there because I know you’re gonna head straight towards them once we get there.” “And that’s bad because...?” Thomas sighed, “I have nothing against the schuylers, they’re lovely.” “Buuuuut?” You pushed. “Where there’s the Schuyler sisters, there’s Hamilton and his crew.” Thomas huffed.

It was no secret that Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton had beef. They just couldn’t see eye to eye. You on the other hand, had nothing against him or his crew. Sure, Alex could be a little arrogant, but hey, so was Thomas! If you were able to deal with his cocky ass for seven years, you were sure getting along with Hamilton would be a walk in the park; for you at least.

“C’mon T, they’re not all that bad.” You tried. “You’re right, Lafayette is cool, and Mulligan’s alright. Hamilton and Laurens are the assholes.” You sighed. “Alright look, I’m coming to this party with you to help you stay away from Martha, not to keep you out of fights. So please don’t start anything!” “I won’t.” Thomas reassured you. “Good.” “As long as Hamilton keeps his mouth shut.” He mumbled. “Thomas!” You glared at him. “Ok ok! I promise sweetheart, no fights!” “I’m holding you to that!” You kept your cold gaze for a second longer before relaxing your face again.

Thomas finally pulls up to the house with music blasting and lights flashing from inside. Yup, you were definitely at the right spot. You took a breath as you tried to ease your nerves before opening the car door. “Hey!” Thomas grabbed your hand before you had the chance to step out of the vehicle. “Look, I know this ain’t really your scene, so I really appreciate you doing this for me Y/n, honestly.” “It’s no problem T, really. You’d know I’d do anything for you, ya dork!” You smiled cheekily while gently squeezing his hand in reassurance and comfort. Thomas let out a small snicker at your words before continuing. “If it gets too much after about an hour, then we can leave, ok?” You nodded in response. “Ok, then let’s do this!” Thomas beamed.

[jefferoni-quotes]

5. “I heard a noise.”

JeffMads requested by @the-names-kay

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Jefferson sat bold upright in his bed. “I heard a noise,” he whispered. James shifted next to him and he shook his partners arm.

“What...?” James groaned sleepily, sitting up slowly with a crack from his back.

“I said, I heard a noise.”

“It’s probably nothing.” James brushed it off, but Thomas could not.

“I’m going to check,” he slipped out of bed, his bare feet hitting the carpeted floor.

“Well I’m going back to sleep.” James grunted again and rolled back over.

Thomas walked down the stairs slowly, trying to stay silent. “Hello?” He called, “anyone there?” There was a crash from the kitchen, and he leapt into the air, “who’s there!”

No answer. He looked around for something that could remotely resemble a weapon. In the end he lifted up a big boot. “I’ve got-“ he looked at the boot, “-a gun! Yes, a gun! And I’m not afraid to use it!” It was stupid, both he and James were violently against guns.

Thomas rounded the corner, shoe raised high above his head. Another bang as he cracked the living room door open. And there it was, the mighty beast. Fur as dark as the void and eyes deeper than black holes.

He sighed with relief.

It was his cat.

His black cat was just pushing wood statues off the countertop. Thomas grabbed the cat under the belly and lifted him up. “Kirk, I swear I will kill you one day. You gave me a heart attack!” The cat looked up at him innocently and he smiled. “I can’t stay mad at you, you little son of a bitch.” He carried the cat upstairs with him and placed him at the end of the bed.

James looked up at him. “Did you defeat the burglar?”

“Oh yeah, tons of ‘em.” Thomas clambered back into bed and the cat lay on his feet.

“Good,” James curled into Thomas’ side and that night, he fell asleep with two kittens.

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

#7 for drabbles, jeffmads??

7 - Well, that’s tragic

7 - Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.

A/N: @vete-a-la-chingada-pendejo I will prolly redo this one. So I apologize for the initial draft.

As James Madison opened the door to the student council meeting, he tripped on his own two feet while coming in. His fellow peers gaped at him in shock before laughing at James sprawled out. Don’t let them see you embarrassed, just get up and act like nothing happened—he tells himself until a hand is in front of his face.

Noticing the silence that sweeps the room, he takes the stranger’s hand and pulls himself up. Despite landing on his ass, his tailbone won’t be sore too long. He smiles up at the tall stranger with a tamed mane and bright Fuschia shirt and dark purple pants. The stranger lifts a corner of his mouth before turning to the rest of the student council. Quickly, they take their seats sitting in their designated spots. Thankfully, he can sit next to the new guy. Hopefully he’s not to—

“I have to say, y’all, well that was just tragic. No wonder you Northerns have no manners.” The strangers smooth drawl reminds James of home, sweet Virginia—

A familiar but prickly voice pops up to counter: “Jefferson you’re from Virginia not Louisiana. Though you do share the South’s delusional fantasies on hw to run a government.” Alexander Hamilton, skipped two grades and Secretary of the Treasurer. Alex took an accelerated class with him and James ended up going home to recuperate.

Cute stranger’s laugh is anything but humorless. “That’s rich coming from the West Indies. Bless your heart. Tell me Hamilton, how did your mom managed to send you to private school?” The stranger asks sweetly like he just asked Hamilton to tea.

Hamilton snarles at him, “You wanna talk about it like that Thomas Jefferson? How about you tell everyone about how your father—“ Hamilton starts to stand up on the desk when the silent figure that is between the two stands.

Their arguments forgotten as George Washington speaks. “Enough, begin the meeting or we reconvene until you two can act like adults.” He says sharperly, causing Hamilton and Jefferson to grumble.

As the meeting progresses, James receives a tap in his shoulder. Looking to his left, Jefferson has written in a notebook:

‘What’s yer name? I never got it.’

‘James Madison, though I don’t think I’m suppose to talk to you.’

‘Why?’

‘Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy. Is it true you kicked a child?’

‘... I only kicked Hamilshit cause he wouldn’t shut the f*ck up. Though he does act like a child.’

‘Ha ha ha I can agree. Is it true you’re a professor?’

James notices Jefferson roll his eyes and shakes his head.

‘No but I am a doctorate student. I’m not looking forward to lecturing.’

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t really like public speaking.’

‘I can understand that. I hate public speaking if I have to come unprepared. If I have a speech ready, I’m all set.’

‘Hmmm.... if I ever run for President I should get your help then ;)’

...

Later on, James gets an assignment by the President to write a thank you note for Student Congress. He tells Washington that sure, he can do it on behalf of him despite being a representative of Congress.

It’s after that meeting that Thomas waits for him outside with a piece of paper.

The taller man tucks it in his front pants pocket with a wink and says:

“Sounds like we’re gonna be friends. Be sure to text me. I would love to see you for dinner possibly, Jemmy~” Thomas says breezily before walking away leaving James with his jaw wide open.

His heart is beating too fast and it’s new and exciting. It’s the possibility of a friendship, he tells himself. He’s really nice. He thinks opening the scrap paper:

Thomas Jefferson

309-739-6769

You can call me TJ ;)

A/N: @vete-a-la-chingada-pendejo again I might change it to add more but for now I hope you like it! 💜💖💜💖

[thundercaya]

Madison climbs into bed long after Jefferson has gone to sleep, as evidenced by his light snoring. Madison tugs gingerly on the edge of the blanket, working it out from under Jefferson so he can cover himself. Despite his best efforts, Jefferson stirs, letting out a groan. He scoots towards Madison, reaches for him, and pulls him close. He presses his face into Madison’s neck, breathes in deep and says; “oh, Mr. Madison, you dance divinely!” Before Madison can even consider how to respond, Jefferson is snoring again.

Madison only wishes there were some way he could have recorded that.

[legrandepapillon]

Hush, You Foolish Man (dollmads)

Summary: James alters the course of history, but he can’t say his wife is very happy about it. Prompt: “Take it easy. I wouldn’t want you to tear your stitches again.” Author’s Notes: is… this my first historical setting fic on this collection…… it took me fifty ficlets to get here

i’m trash

In the long run, James would look back and wonder why the hell he jumped in front of a bullet meant for the man that for years, he’d come to loathe. He’d curse himself to heaven, hell and purgatory for getting involved in the childish spat between Burr and Hamilton, for allowing Alexander ‘Can’t-Be-Quiet-For-His-Own-Good’ Hamilton the reprieve of another moment of his slanderous and scandalous life here on this God-given Earth. He’d be angry with himself for intervening with history. For foolishly taking himself away from his wife, and child.

Or at least, he would if he had the glorious fortune to live to see the day that he recovered from this horror show.

When Burr had arrived on his doorstep a month prior, angry tears welling in dark eyes and fury coating the words on his tongue, James had been genuinely surprised. Well, he’d been taken aback at first but once he realized that the rage emanating from the other man was not directed at him, it had turned into surprise. Given how poorly the election had gone for him, and how cruel Thomas had been to the man afterward, Madison hadn’t expected to hear from Aaron Burr ever again in his lifetime. At least not directly. And certainly not so late in the evening.

But he quickly realized that the reason his old friend and now political rival had arrived on the doorstep of his home wasn’t for a social call nor was it for an argument, but for a far more pressing matter—a grave one, in fact. Aaron and Alexander would be having a duel at Weehawken, and Burr wanted James to attend as his second.

First, he’d tried to talk Aaron down from it—”Duel’s are dumb and immature, and Theodosia needs her father, sir.”—but all of that had only fueled the rage that the new Vice President was struggling to contain within himself. It ignited a passion that James had only seen inside Aaron once before—when he’d run for President—, a scary fire that burned behind his eyes and elevated his voice to levels Madison hadn’t thought he was capable of reaching. And honestly, by the time Burr had finished ranting and raving about how Hamilton had been in the way of his every attempt at greatness, about how Hamilton was entitled to this or disrespectful about that… Madison was tired of arguing. It became clear that there was no talking his once-friend down from this.

So, then he’d contemplated saying no the absurd request. After all, bearing witness to a duel was quickly becoming illegal—and even in places where it wasn’t already, it was greatly frowned upon. Not only would attending and being the witness to a man’s potential murder be horrendously stupid in general, but it’d be social suicide—which means it’d be more stupid for Madison, who had plans to one day be the next President of the United States. No one would dare associate with him if they found out he participated, and the last thing he needed was to make life any harder on Dolley.

But it had seemed like Aaron wasn’t one to take no for answer, anymore. And if he was being honest, James had always enjoyed a bit of old-fashioned gossip. There was a good chance that neither of them would shoot, and he could be home before breakfast to tell Dolley all about how over-dramatic the two of them had been.

He’d accepted. Foolishly.

In his defense, he thought that by the time the two men got a look at each other, they’d call the duel off. They’d been friends, afterall—Aaron had been one of the first people Alexander had met when he arrived in America. He’d attended his wedding, they were fellow soldiers. They both had known each other for thirty or more so years, which was why James didn’t believe for a second they had the capability of shooting each other.

He could tell as they rowed across the Hudson, could tell by the anxiety and turmoil in Aaron’s face, that he didn’t want to kill Alexander. They had all joked about it before—especially Thomas, who sometimes was a little obsessive in his comments—but Burr wasn’t a murderer. No matter how much of a nuisance this man was. He was simply too prideful to allow the Hamilton to continue his libel unchecked. And of course, Madison couldn’t really blame him for that—no matter how infantile he thought the two of them were being. Being told that one had no opinions, no morals, no viewpoints… that must’ve stung, especially when it was done so publically. He isn’t sure himself how he would’ve reacted to such a humiliation.

Certainly not with a duel, though, that was for sure.

When they dock at the banks and disembark from the boat, James can see Burr softening a bit. When they approach Hamilton and his crew and Pendleton passes one of the guns to James, he can feel the tension loosen—if only for a second. Hamilton seems distracted, as he looks out over the sunrise and plays with the trigger of the gun.

I’ll be home before Dolley wakes, James thinks to himself blandly, placing the gun in Aaron’s hands before returning to join Pendleton to discuss the matter. He isn’t made nervous about the duel actually happening until this moment—the moment where he presumes the entire affair will be called off.

He and Pendleton meet between where the two opposing men stand, and when Madison asks for a simple apology from Hamilton, he expects Pendleton to agree. He expects the man to concede, admit that this entire affair was overdrawn and foolish and the two of them should return home to their families. I’ll be home before Dolley awakes, he thinks again, a confident air around him.

Instead, Nathaniel nervously fiddles with the sleeves of his coat as he says, “I’m… I’m not sure Mr. Hamilton is willing to agree to that.”

James’ stomach drops. He opens his mouth to protest, to insist to this man that of course, Hamilton should be agreeing to apologize. What, does the man have a death wish? he thinks bitterly, eyeing the grey-haired figure over the shoulder of Pendleton. He knows that Alexander had been challenged to—and had challenged men to—duels before, but he couldn’t possibly have such arrogance about him to think he was bulletproof. This was not a political debate, this was not a cabinet meeting. Someone could—and would—die. No one’s ego was enough to save their life from a bullet shot by vengeance.

Looking over his own shoulder to Burr, he finds that his gaze has hardened. He’s glaring daggers into Alexander, slowly loading the bullet into his gun. This is no longer, to James, a matter of childish ego between frenemies. He realizes, staring at his old friend, that this had quickly become an immediate matter of life and death.

“Well,” James says curtly, knots of anxiety tying themselves in his stomach. Suddenly, he finds himself on the wrong side of history, staring down at his friend that was now planning to murder his political rival... Nerves prickle just beneath his flesh, and the crisp morning air is suddenly far too cool—everything inside of him screams that something is not right, something is not right. Do something to stop this, he screams at himself. Stop this, at once! “Then I suppose, there is nothing that can be done.”

There is nothing that can be done, he assures himself, though something in him is not satisfied with that outcome.

Nathaniel nods, shakes Madison’s hand, and turns away—back towards Hamilton, to whisper something in his ear. The man’s eyes find James, then they float over to Aaron, and then they flutter shut for several long moments. In that time, there is nothing in the air but the sound of birds chirping and the river water pattering along—almost as though the world is giving a respectful moment of silence to the two men laid bare before it. Then Alexander takes a deep inhale and gives a nod, turning on his heel.

Burr turns as well.

They count.

One…

This isn’t right, James mind screams as he watches their boots crunch the leaves on the ground. Nathaniel warns him to turn around for deniability, but he can’t will his body to do so—he’s frozen in anxiety, anticipation. Someone could die, right this very moment, and he can’t tear his eyes away from the inevitable.

Four…

Do something! Stop this at once!

Six…

This is foolish!

Ten…

Someone is going to die!

For some odd reason, that thought is the one that spurs his feet forward. He’s already moved towards the line of fire when Burr has turned, pistol pointed directly at Hamilton’s chest and finger on the trigger. A sense of urgency blanketing him, James half-stumbles, half-runs in front of the gun just as Hamilton raises his own weapon in the air. The action of concession is too late, however, because Aaron has already pulled his finger back against the trigger and fired.

He distinctly hears both Hamilton and Burr simultaneously shout ‘No!’ and a ringing in his ears from the gunshot. Pain sears through his stomach, spreading out to bloom a blood-red flower against the creme cloth of his coat. His eyes can’t focus on just any one thing, but he distinctly catches a glimpse of the regret on Aaron’s face before his eyes flutter closed from the blood loss.

They open again at home, and his nose is filled with the smell of pork cooking and fresh laundry. James grunts in confusion, attempting to sit up from what must’ve been a bad dream. He is made distinctly aware of the fact that it was indeed not a bad dream by the tearing pain that spreads through him again—exploding from the center of his stomach and rippling outwards. Giving a cry of pain, he nearly collapses back against the sheets but is caught by gentle hands.

“Stop!” a soft, familiar voice says. James looks up to find his wife’s french manicured hands on his chest, easing him back down against the clusters of pillows. He frowns just slightly at the design—she hadn’t had it before he left, which meant Thomas must’ve sent her more of those French fashion magazines. How long was I out for? he wonders curiously.

There is worry crinkling the corners of her dark eyes, and she smoothes back the sweaty curls of James’ dark hair—a comforting action for the both of them—as she speaks. “Take it easy! I wouldn’t want you to tear your stitches again. It was quite the hassle the first time it happened, I think you’ve ruined a set of sheets… or two.”

Wincing at how it scratches at his throat when he does so, James mutters, “I was shot.”

“Yes. Stupidly, I might add. You told me you were going to a meeting,” she says, pointedly avoiding looking him in the face—probably afraid she’d be unable to school her expression out of anger and hurt. Instead, she peels back the covers of their bedsheets and tuts her tongue at what she finds—his quick action had caused blood to begin spread through his bandages, soaking the perfectly white cloths and his shirt a wine red. “I’ll have to change these.”

“It was a meeting,” he says defensively, watching as she rises from her spot at his side to open a nearby cupboard. A cupboard that hadn’t been there before either—stacked neatly with tonics, bandages, alcohols, and medicines. He can’t help but notice how frazzled she looks as she does this—her usually well-styled hair falls limply over her shoulders, and she doesn’t wear any of the grande dresses that he’d become accustomed to seeing her in. Instead, she wears a simple frock—one that a milkmaid might wear to work the cows. It’s obvious that she has not left the home they share together—Dolley had never been known to let the public see her this way.

“Do you take me for an idiot, my love?” she asks flatly, filling a wicker basket with bandages, towels, and antiseptics before joining him again at his bedside. She sets the basket of materials down and begins the messy task of changing his bandages.

He winces, this time from the guilt. “Dolley, I—”

“Hush, you foolish man,” she says, peeling back the cloths. Looking down, James grimaces at the wound. Dark puckered flesh around a carefully stitched together hole in his stomach, red and swollen from irritation. Blood oozes and gushes from the sides—probably from where he’d torn the stitches in his abrupt movement. Dolley sighs, and he doesn’t say anything when he notices her swipe at tears on her face. “We can argue about how stupid and callous that was later. Rest more. Are you hungry?”

“How long was I out for?” he asks groggily, waving his hand in dismissal at the offer. Dolley hums a faint tune underneath her breath, peeling the bandages the rest of the way from his clammy skin and tossing them onto the rug on the floor.

“A week and a half,” she says, after a moment. Taking a cloth, she pours a bit of the alcohol onto it and begins to clean up the blood that had begun to dribble from the wound. James winces at the faint burning that comes when she swipes around the gunshot wound, gives a small hiss of pain. Despite the scowl gracing her lips, she lets up on the pressure. “I thought you were going to die. Everyone did. Hamilton, Burr, those idiots they… they send their sympathies and well wishes. I made stew.”

James gives a laugh, a dry one that hurts his abdomen, as he says, “You can’t cook.”

“Fine,” Dolley says, tossing aside the dirty cloth with the rest of his bandages. She’s quiet for a few moments as she finishes redressing his injury—noticeably pulling tighter than necessary—before she retrieves the still steaming bowl of stew waiting on the nightstand for him. “The servants made stew. Eat.”

“I’m… sorry, I didn’t tell you,” he interrupts, as she lifts a spoon from the bowl. Dolley’s hand falters, before lowering down. Sighing, she sets the bowl aside again and reaches up to brush away his hair.

“You should be,” Her voice is soft as she speaks, the edge slowly receding before dissipating completely. Dolley looks tired, he notices under the barely flickering lamplight. There are deep bags under his eyes and a striking sadness that breaks his heart. “You’re lucky that doctor that was with Hamilton was halfway competent, you could’ve gotten an infection or they could’ve shot you somewhere serious or… or—”

Dolley’s voice breaks and she cuts off, bring the sleeve of her dress up to press against her nose. Fat tears roll over the brim of her eyes and she swipes at them again—though unfortunately, this time, she misses the majority. Reaching up with weak hands, he presses it against the side of her face—thumb lightly rolling over the soft skin of her cheek. He thumbs away a stream of tears, a sad smile gracing his lips.

“My love, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Then why the hell would you jump in front of a loaded gun!” she snaps, abruptly pulling away from his touch. She picks up the bowl again, stirring the contents of the stew around with an urgency in her movements he had not seen before. The tears that fall over her face come with rapid succession now, pooling at her chin and making large droplets on the sheets. “... I could’ve lost you! You could’ve died! What were you thinking!? No, you obviously weren’t thinking!”

“Dolley, I’m sorry,” he stresses, attempting to still her hand. He wraps his hand around the one that holds the fork, stilling her movements. Then, with a weak smile, “I promise, I won’t do it again.”

She softens, looks back down at the bowl. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not trying to be,” he assures, with a whisper.

“I love you, James. I truly, truly do. You have made me the happiest woman on Earth. But damn, if you aren’t a fool sometimes.”

“You are getting a potty-mouth from that parrot of yours. I do say, she has a bad influence on you,” he chuckles, head falling back against the pillow. Though there are still tears in his eyes, his efforts are finally rewarded with a light chuckle and smile. Lifting the spoon again, this time with a purpose, she brings it to his lips.

“Oh, hush. Here.”

“Mm. Thank you. Dolley, I love you, too. And I promise, if there ever is another duel, I’ll stay far from the firing range.”

“There will be no other duel,” the woman says with finalcy—eyes narrowing and a daring in her tone. James chuckles again, wincing just slightly and shifting in his sheets to become more comfortable.

“Are you sure? Hamilton is still alive, isn’t he?”

“James,” she says sternly, warning in her eyes and tone. He smiles as she readies another spoonful of the stew for him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Author’s Notes: this isn’t… particularly fluffy or angsty. but it's my first dollmads fic so with practice I will get better hopefully

[anonfeather]

Amnesia (demon/angle AU)

Rating: PG

Word count: 820

Content/Tags/Warning: slur, hospital setting, attempted murder, abusive parents

Notes: A while ago, @nackledamia said: “OKAY SO I've been craving some amnesia fics recently so: James forgets Thomas and Thomas has to find his way back into James' heart :')”

So, it inspired this ficlet, which is a sequel to the Angel/Demon AU drabble.

Upon opening his eyes, he was in terrible pain and confusion. A man was occupying a chair to his right, disgruntled look on his face. Thomas wanted to say something, but it came as a distorted moan.

“Oh, so you’re alive,” the man said. Thomas recognised him as his father. A loud beeping drew his attention; it was a monitor, checking his vitals. He tried moving his arm, but it felt heavy. He glimpsed at an IV, plugged into his hand. He gathered that he was in a hospital.

“Damn you,” hie father cursed. “Why didn’t you die? I could have gotten your life insurance.”

The words should have stung; maybe before the accident they would have. Right now however, Thomas could only find this man as pathetic. He didn’t care that it was his father, for that didn’t mean anything now.

The accident had jogged his memory; not of his current life. Something beyond life itself.

His eternal soul had been shaken up.

Before being reincarnated as a mortal, he had been a Demon, working to tempt humans down the wrong path.

This mortal life, with this trash of a father, had been his punishment for heavenly sin.

That of falling in love with an Angel.

“W-where’s James?” He croaked, throat dry.

“Who the fuck is that faggot?” the father asked, not wanting an answer. He stood up, fiddling with the tubes. Thomas realized he was covering his tracks. The jackass had tried to unplugged him from the life support! Too weak to comment about it, he committed the act to memory; swearing to summon a buddy or two deal with him later.

“Congrats, by the way, you’re finally emancipated.” Papers smacked him on his chest. “Good luck with your hospital bills.”

The weight of the papers disturbed his breathing. His father left, unconcerned by the trouble his act did upon his health.

‘Good riddance,’ thought Thomas. He blindly grasped around him to find his morphine drip. He turned it off, hoping that the drug’s fog would clear quickly so he could recall all the details of his soul-bound memories. He wasn’t ever supposed to get them back, but the near-death experience jostle his soul and unlocked them.

He needed to find James! His love had been punished too; he would have a horrible mortal life too. Thomas needed to save him.

oOoOoOoOo

Was it plain luck? Was one of their friend watching over them? James was in the same hospital as he was!

Thomas had escaped his room, inexplicably drawn down the hall. There was his love, surrounded by machines to keep him well. He was awake, reading a book, unaware of being spied by a former Demon that love him so dearly.

“J-james,” Thomas said, limping inside the room. The sudden visit took James by surprised.

“Hm, on hello. Ah, do you need a nurse..?” James pressed the call button.

“No, I just need to be near you. You don’t remember me do you?”

“I’m sorry, no.”

“That’s fine. At least I found you.” Thomas pressed his forehead to his mates’, tears of joy streaming down. “I got you, I’ll keep you safe. We’re finally gonna be together.”

“Er,” the former Angel didn’t struggle from the touch out of politeness. A nurse came in, carefully corradling Thomas away from her patient.

“Please set my bed here, please!” Thomas asked, not wanting to be far from his objective.

“I’m sorry, but it’s against hospital policy,” she said.

“The fuck it is!” Yelled Thomas. His exertion caused his breathing to go ragged. He coughed some blood, and stitches from his cheek came undone. The nurse took a step back, called for backup.

“Please, let him stay,” James said, his kindness to much for this world. He didn’t want to the other boy to suffer more simply to stay by his side. He obviously had a head wound; if staying in his private room was suffisant to keep him calm, he’ll gladly share.

The nurse aquiested, quickly getting the medical supplies and bed to fix Thomas up.

Thomas smiled placidly, allowing the nurses to fuss over him. As long as he could be near James, he’d be content. Drugs flooded back into his system. As he loss conscience, he stretched an arm towards James. He was too far to actually reach him, yet he tried.

James felt a weight in his chest from the devotion this stranger was giving him. His parents never gave a him a second glance ever since he was born, sticking him in different hospital out of necessity than love. It wouldn’t do for the governor's  sickly son to be medically neglected; bad publicity after all. They kept their distance; he was always alone.  

The need this other boy had to stay near him was heartwarming. It wouldn’t last, once his head trauma heals. But for now, he’ll indulge in the attention.

He asked to have his bed roller closer, to hold the other’s hand in comfort. He felt a drop of joy.

If only it could last.

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A glass of Seduction

paring: alexander hamilton x reader

word count: 500+ words

t/w: flirting + fluff

a/n: reposting because i finally have content for this series and i’m writing it now.

inbox || part one ~ part two

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“Can I have a cup of Ale?” the handsome man in uniform asked resting his cheek ok the palm of his hand. His hair cascaded on the tops of his shoulders.

The bartender carefully slid the glass over to him. You watched how his muscles flexed as he picked up the drink to take a swig. You couldn’t help but to stare and admire his sculptured frame that he’s probably been working on for little while. You gathered all the confidence that you currently possessed and made your way over to him sitting in the chair his.

“Can I have Pale Ale, Sir,” you grinned crossing one leg over making the handsome man look over to you. You looked back at him studying his features a bit better since you were face to face. He still managed to still look desirable despite the fact that he looked tired and completely drained from the day. “Take a picture it’ll last longer sweetheart’” you said sweetly making him grin.

“Sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I’m-”

“Alexander Hamilton?” You questioned and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion to how you would have known. The bartender brought you your drink. You paid and thanked him before continuing. “It’s on your name tag,” you whisper jokingly.

You stuck your hand out to shake his but he kissed it instead making you blush a bit, “Well may I have the honor of knowing your name?”

“It’s Y/N,” you said softly, retracting your hand to take a sip of your drink, a little nervous.

“Pretty name for a even prettier lady,” he complimented.

“Well thank you and you’re not too shabby yourself,” you joked making him chuckle. “But if it isn’t too rude of me to ask Mr.Hamilton, why do you look so tired? I can see it in your eyes, you need to stop working yourself so hard,” you sympathized pushing past his hair to caress his jawline. He smiled and relaxed into your soft touch.

Your hand new yet so welcoming made Alex feel like he’s known you for years. Your eyes were soft and reassuring. Your face painted in genuine concern made him fall for you even harder. The idea of a strong, confident and supportive woman made him smile. Your presence was one he could get used to.

“Alexander?” you questioned pulling him out of his thoughts and back into reality.

“Oh sorry,” he cleared his throat. “It’s just the stress of work. I have a friend named Thomas and he’s a real handful. The man can honestly talk for hours on end just about himself,” he laughed then pulled his brows in frustration over this ‘Thomas’ guy who seems to give him such hard time.

“Well I’d like to turn that frown upside down by treating you out sometime,” you said swiftly and he was taken aback. Women aren’t usually the ones to make the first move. Your confidence made him even more attracted to you.

“Are you asking me out?” he questioned teasingly.

You bit your lip and slightly tilted your head to the side, “Only if you let me.”

“Hmmm I think I’d love that.”

“Your phone please kind sir,” you grinned placing an open hand near him. He handed you his phone and you put your information in before sending yourself a text to have his number as well. “I’ll text you the details later.”

“So straightforward, I like it,” he smirked down at you as you handed him his phone back.

“That’s not the only thing you’ll like if you play your card right Sir,” you smiled before getting up.

“You don’t want your drink?”

“No, I got what I wanted. Goodnight Mr.Hamilton,” you teased before walking away. Alexander didn’t want you to leave because he was enjoying your conversation even if it was just asking him out. But he also couldn’t help but to bite his lip while watching you strut away. If your words weren’t enough to turn him on your body definitely finished the job.

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