#jeffmads library

[jeffmads-library]

Oh yeah? Two can play at that game.

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Weird things the founding fathers definitely did:

Had exotic animals (ie Lafayette getting an alligator, Thomas had a ram, etc)

Swimming in the NUDe (G Wash def did)

Writing about giving things up while talking about clothing (Benny Frank everyone (we had a HS challenge of giving up things (saying sex was not allowed—shocker)) Literally talks about the colors effecting the heat then talks about giving up virtues for a bit. Not making this up.

Weed

Writin smut (Hey Alexander Hamilton, lookin at you)

Going on “friendly bro trips” (JeffMads)

Getting into duels (most of them)

Blackmailin’ one another (James Madison “accidentally” sending prostitutes to Ambassdors, Thomas Jefferson sending the press dirt on A Ham (Fuckin’ Monroe), Alexander Ham intentionally withholding rumors about Sally H & T Jeff’s relationship during the election of 1800 and more)

Arguing about Angels vs Man (James Madison)

Mistresses & Concubines (Aaron Burr, Ben Frank, etc)

Secret societies (G Wash, Ben Frank, etc.)

Gambling addiction (most of them)

Spent an entire sessions arguing (so much pettiness) about opening a window

Spooning each other (Ben Frank and John Adams)

Wigs (exception is G Wash and more ??)

Make up

OG hipsters (John Adams and TJeffs)

Crying about the Brits destroying “his” library (James Madison)

Fainting

Terrible with money (A Ham, A Burr, TJeffs, etc)

Meeting future famous people that influenced society (mostly Laf meeting Edgar Allen Poe)

Honorable but misogynist (most of them)

G Wash making the trees shake

Sass

So much sass

That one fishing trip you took with your surrogate father and worst enemy (A Ham, TJeffs, and G Wash—no im not making this up)

Encouraging a lot of gayness ™ (G Wash encouraging John Clark spy ring)

Having respect for native Americans but not really (G Wash)

Fighting on the steps (Alexander Hamilton and G Wash)

Leaving politics (John Jay and Laf)

Was drunk most of the time (John Hancock)

Wanting the dove as the national bird (Thomas Jefferson)

Was socially awk as a child (a lot of them including: Ham (shy), Laf (awk), TJeffs (awk), Mads (sick), and etc)

Can’t stop talking (Lafayette)

Creating Extraness that is American politics (Alexander Ham and Thomas Jefferson)

Having meetings in a gay Boat Brothel bathhouse (Ben Franklin)

Hey guys be sure to add more!

[justalittlebitdork]

Strange Love

inspired by Halsey’s ‘Strange Love’

Oof, so this is my first Jeffmads story, and I really hope you enjoy! There would probably be more parts

AU: Modern

Warnings: Cussing, fighting

James Madison, the quiet shy boy that no one really seemed to know or care about was suddenly attacked with a new situation. A tall, thin, boy who is loud, arrogant and careless. The famous Thomas Jefferson.

James Madison never knew what it felt like to be...loved. For he himself has never experienced it. He grew up with a cheating mother and an alcoholic father, who were so caught up with their own crap they forgot about James. When he was younger, he would often hear his father screaming and cursing at his mother, yelling “You whore, you dare cheat on me!” James would then hide in his closet, waiting until his mother stormed out and his father stopped screaming. His mother infidelity made his father worse and worse every day until finally, they had a divorce. James thought he would be free from any drama from then. But when he was 10, his father died from a car crash, drinking. Then, he was left to the mercy of social services. No one would take him in as a foster child. Who would want to take in the son of a whore? A son of an alcoholic?

Now that James was 18, he was free of the orphanage. He now wanders the world alone. He swore to himself that he will prove himself. Prove himself to the world that he isn’t just a son of a whore.

It was a chilly September morning and James was going to the library to pick up some books. He is now a college freshman at Princeton. And to him, Princeton is like heaven. The place is filled with professors and students with a proper and good education. Resources, books anything. He worked hard to go to Princeton and he’s going to use the best of it.

His favorite course is Law. Ever since he was young, he noticed that the people who controlled the law have the most authority over people. Laws are the fixation of society. Without it, society would collapse. He watched as the professor talked, then he started giving out the assignment. James smiled, he loves this assignment, he would have to write an essay about what form of government he would like and how it would and how to defend it. “And this,” the professor said, “would be a group project, so please find a partner, the assignment would be due in a month.” All the sudden, everyone around him groaned. Most of them started looking for their friends. James stiffened, he doesn’t know anyone at all. Then, all the sudden. A thin, tall figure approaches him. It was a boy with long, dark curly hair, with deep brown eyes and a bright magenta shirt that kills his eyes, and a pair was black ripped jeans that made him look like the stereotypical bad boy look or something like that.

“Uhh, hi,” the boy said, with a smug smile on his face

“Hi” James replied in a deep voice.

“Would you like to be my partner, I couldn’t find anyone at all.” The boy said smoothly.

James wanted to decline, but he was desperate. Plus, if he declined, he wouldn’t have a partner and have a bad grade.

“Sure?” He said.

The boy’s eyes lit up “Great! My name is Thomas Jefferson. A pleasure to meet you”

James has a little smile, “James Madison, pleasure.”

“C’ mon, let's get started!”

“Sure” He replied, something inside told him that things will be different.

[modern-and-married-jeffmads]

M&M JeffMads Chapter 1: Reuniting

Hey guys, this is my first time writing a real fan fiction, so my apologies in advance for any errors. I would love some feedback and I do plan on writing a chapter two, hopefully people like this enough to want a second part. Anyway, this is a part of the Hamitlon M&M AU, I have started.

Word Count: 2301 (I wrote all this in my journal first so bear with me)

Warnings: none, fluff maybe

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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James Madison Jr., normally called “James” by his friends, “Mr. Madison” by his co-workers and associates, and “Jemmy” by Thomas Jefferson, was born on March 16. James lived a rather normal life with his mother and father in Virginia. Though he was born in Port Conway, Virginia, his family had moved to Monticello, Virginia around the age of three since the new home was close to a better hospital there.

Madison may have been calm, reasonable, and lived more so on the average side—had high honor roll throughout all of school, stayed mostly to himself, except for a small group of friends that he would have here and there, and went to college to become a lawyer like his father—but he was always sick. It was usually the case of the sniffles or a minor cold. Every once in a while, he may catch a fever or the flu or a stomach bug that causes him to wear a face mask every so often. When his mask was on, most people knew that James wouldn’t speak as much, so it was best to give him his space. It was also best to know to not mess with his suitcase or bookbag. He cared immensely about his work as he would like to have it done quickly, without error, before his shift ended. He did not like taking work home because he enjoyed getting comfortable in his own sanctuary. Comfortable meaning: wearing an overly large knitted sweater, a classic horror novel in hand, and some kind of chocolate based junk food to sooth his sweet tooth. James enjoyed this past time as a child, so messing with his literature and snacks during his much-needed break would not have been wise. James rarely got upset with anybody though. He was rather neutral towards most people except his small group of friends, like Aaron Burr. Both seemed neutral and intelligent to each other, so they may have a chat every once in a while.

Burr was the one who introduced Madison to some of his friends like Lafayette, a sweet, broken English, French man, with an interesting and bright sense of fashion. They got along well, though James would prefer to wear his simple suits, sweaters, and pastel colors. James also met Hercules, who weirdly looked a lot like him, but acted nothing like him. Hercules was loud, athletic, courageous, healthy. Even though they were opposites, they found a middle ground as they enjoyed the same literature preferences. James wasn’t completely found of Alexander though since their politic views clashed, but James respected his determination and passion he put into all his work. Everything sort of changed with his routine once he reunited with his old childhood friend, Thomas Jefferson.  

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Thomas Jefferson, “Jefferson” to his colleagues, and “TJeffs” to his friends, which was a very large group. Thomas had always been a social butterfly amongst his brothers and sisters, even when they moved to Monticello, Virginia so their mother could work at a new hospital and their father could begin at a new architectural project. While Thomas may have been born on April 12, a month after James, he was older than James by a couple years. Thomas was honestly the opposite of James and most wouldn’t have thought that they would have gotten along, but that wasn’t completely the case.

Jefferson was a handsome, towering, muscular male with curls that could block out the sun. He was always popular in school and made the average B’s and occasional A’s, but his street smarts and charm were unbeatable. Thomas could strike up a grueling debate too since he did it with his teachers though, it wasn’t taken as kindly as it would be with some peers at the lunch table. Thomas wasn’t too pleased with taking orders from others, so he stayed in thirty-minute detentions arguing and wearing his flashy, magenta jacket at his school. His mother was more supportive during his college years when he wanted to major in psychology instead of architecture like his father. Thomas thought that since he could make most open to him within a few minutes, he felt as though he would be a wonderful therapist, which he was. He may have been professional in the workplace as one of the lead therapists, but that didn’t stop him from being adventurous after hours. His charm, southern drawl, and lavish fashion sense and lifestyle left him partying and hooking up with boys and girls from all walks of life.

They were normally one-night stands. Nothing too serious, but the idea of forming a solid relationship crossed his mind occasionally. Just as he wasn’t a stranger in a bedroom, he wasn’t a stranger with the law either, as he would occasionally get stopped for speeding or possibly parking in an illegal zone. Jefferson didn’t pay too much mind to the tiny tickets until he got a court order in the mail stating that he must come to discuss the large accumulation of fees and whether he should have his driver’s license revoked, which he did not want to happen. He decided, since his tone may not go well in court, to request an attorney to represent him. Little did he know that his court representative would be his old friend James Madison.

Thomas had met James one day while at the hospital his mother worked at. Mrs. Jefferson was treating Madison for an ear infection he had caught, and Jefferson sat in the room, watching all the medical magic take place. Mrs. Jefferson had to leave the room to speak to James’ parents, which gave Thomas the opportunity to strike up a conversation.

Little Thomas introduced himself to the sick little boy and began asking a boatload of questions, in which poor James could only answer a few at a time between sneezes and coughs. Thomas learned that James was two grades behind him, that he does talk much, is really good in school, and always had something sweet on him, which Thomas found a bit odd and unhealthy, but paid it no mind. James learned that Thomas wasn’t the brightest, but seemed to care and knows what he wants to do with his life. They also learn that they attend the same elementary school. That meant Thomas would try to find James in the library every day during lunch and would rant to him about his teachers. Thomas also tried giving him healthier foods and started calling him “Jemmy” because he felt “James” was a little boring. The name stuck with James, so he allowed it, but only allowed Thomas to call him that. Since they were in separate grades though, seeing each other became more of a challenge, especially when Thomas began high school before James. Once James started, he had become a shadow behind the large mass of students. James went on to college to pursue his degree and worked under his dad until he became co-owner. Jefferson had a bumpier start, with the partying life slowing him down, but he mellowed out just enough to graduate and find a counseling job.

Now in his late twenties, he was waiting in the lobby of a civil court building, flirting with some other vehicular violators. “Thomas Jefferson?”, a low voice with a sniffle behind it called out. Thomas had turned and saw a very short, red-faced man’s eyes slightly widen whereas Thomas’ grew extremely wide upon seeing him. “Jemmy?”, the tall southerner called, letting the name ring in James’ ears. “You’re my attorney? Man, Virginia is so small, and I see you still have the sniffles”, Jefferson exclaimed. Thomas began rambling, trying to catch up with his old lunch buddy. James had to cut the conversation short, as it was time to head into the courtroom to attempt at allowing Thomas to still drive.

Standing there in front of a stone-faced judge stood James Madison—a 5’4” man with medium sized lips, dark brown, almost black eyes, red cheeks and nose, short and tight curly black hair, in a full dark grey suit—whom spoke in a calm and simple, yet proper and persuasive tone, that made Thomas’ actions seem like minor accidents that he will pay for. Behind him, towering over him at 6’2” was a light brown man with large dark curls with brown hazel eyes as he wore a black long sleeve dress shirt with a matching magenta vest and slacks.

Thomas stood there in awe, watching the small man present a strong case for an old friend. James’ words flowed from his lips so easily like butter, even when a sniffle interrupted him, it didn’t ruin his train of thought. Thomas felt as though he could listen to James talk for hours, just like how James listened to him when they were younger. The judge had heard enough and was convinced that Thomas deserved to keep his license, but he will have to pay a hefty fine. Nodding quickly, Thomas complied as the next case was being called in and James led them back into the common area.

“James, you were amazing in there. For a man so soft-spoken, you sure know how to make a compelling case.”, Thomas said leaning against a nearby wall. “It is my job, Thomas”, the sick man said, ready to head back to his office without another word. Thomas stood up, the smirk on his face shifting into an awkward smile as a small blush grew. “Jem- James?”, Thomas called. “Yes?”, Madison said as he looked at the man before him. “Thank you”, Thomas said, “and maybe we could meet up later to catch up or something”. Thomas wrote down his cell phone number on a small piece of paper he had in his pocket and held it out. James accepted the gesture, “I’m sure we can do that.”, he said tucking the paper away. Thomas’ signature smirk quickly crawled back on his face as he collected himself. Thomas placed his hand on the short man’s shoulder, “Can’t wait to talk later”, he said as he rolled his thumb into James’ shoulder before letting go and walking out of the building. James rubbed his shoulder and let out a small breath before letting a small smile climb on his face as he sneezed from the cologne Thomas left on him. James walked back in his office as he collected his papers, placing them in his briefcase, along with his bookbag that contained his snacks and sweater he’d wear if the building was extremely cold, and left as his shift has just ended.

James had finally returned to his small apartment in quieter part of the city after a long car ride with the heater blasting and a random audiobook playing. Stepping into his home, he almost instantly relaxed his shoulders as he put the suitcase down in his office and placed his bookbag on the table in the kitchen for a restock in the morning. He slipped out of his suit and placed in a hamper near his closet as he then slid on an extra-large grey knitted sweater. The sweater wrapped comfortably around his neck, the sleeves fell past his arms, and the bottom of the sweater stopped a little bit past the middle of his thighs, which meant that he did not wear pants. After sliding on his house slippers, he went into the kitchen to prepare a quick dinner consisting of some fried fish and French fries that were drowning in tartar sauce. James was then sitting on the couch, with his meal on a small foldable table, and the radio playing, as he wasn’t a big fan of watching television. The only time his television came on was when a co-worker suggested a show that peaked his interest. If it did, that would mean that James will binge watch the entire series on the weekend with nothing but donuts and a couple chocolate mochas. After that, the tv would go back on a long hiatus.

Three-fourths of the way through his meal, James finally decided to pick up his phone and scroll through his contacts. There weren’t that many since he wasn’t that social, just some co-workers and his small group of friends. He sat there and thinking to himself on how his day went. How seeing Thomas again brought back old, fond childhood memories of how Thomas would interrupt his reading or try to feed him apples that weren’t covered in caramel or how Thomas invited him to one or two sleepovers. James always came over with a bunch of medication his mother packed and a thick wool blanket that he always slept with. The smile lightly faded though as he thought about how Thomas had left James for a larger, livelier crowd, leaving him to himself. James wasn’t mad at Thomas though because he knows Thomas was always the kind to want attention and admiration from everybody while James kept quiet in his large sweaters. James felt his face become warmer than normal, but not because he was coming down with illness. It was more of the idea of seeing Thomas again. Seeing how Thomas seemed excited to him again after so many years apart. How Thomas called him by the sole pet name anybody has ever given him upon first seeing him. The feeling of Thomas sensually caressing him and leaving his scent on him. These thoughts made James face bright red, but he kept his composure as he found the small piece of paper he took from Thomas. Thomas had written his number down with a little star next to it which made James chuckle. He took a long breath before typing the numbers in, labeling the contact “Tommy”, and sending a message saying, “Hi. It’s James...”

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I hope you all enjoyed this. See you next time.

[fanciful-follies]

mullette or jeffmads (whichever you want!), 15, kiss after thinking about it the whole night? :D

Herc makes their way up the library steps, skipping up them two at a time in their haste to get inside. For once the haste isn’t in order to make sure they get a good study spot, seeing as it’s four in the morning. Herc knows from experience that the library will be mostly empty.

Their haste this time is because they’re meeting Lafayette. 

Herc had gotten a frantic text from him about half an hour ago saying that he’d forgotten to write some paper for one of his classes and would need a study buddy to keep on track the whole night. And of course Herc agreed, how could they not?

It’s not like they’ve had a thing for Lafayette the entire year or anything. 

They’d thought about saying no for a moment, but then Lafayette had sent a desperate ‘PLEASE’ followed by a string of kissy face emojis, which was really unfair. So now here Herc is, preparing for a long night of doing their best to not stare too much at Lafayette.

“You came!” A voice shouts as soon as Herc walks in, and they turn to see Lafayette bounding towards them. “My hero!” A kiss is pressed to Herc’s cheek before they can even blink, and then Lafayette pulls away, beaming. “Come, come. Time is of the essence!” 

Herc follows him around the first floor of the library, smiling as Lafayette tests out a few chairs to see if they’re to his liking, which most of them are not. Eventually, though, Lafayette beelines for a table against a wall, hidden by bookshelves.

“This! This is the one!” Lafayette sits down and pulls out his laptop, then peers up at Herc. “Are you still joining me?”

Herc nods, taking the seat across from Lafayette. “What exactly is my role in helping you finish this paper?”

“It’s simple. You will sit and do your own thing while occasionally kicking me to make sure I am focused and not sleeping.”

Herc grins. “Sounds easy enough.” They extend their leg under the table, foot colliding with Lafayette’s knee, making him pout. “Work.”

“I feel as if I am going to regret this,” Lafayette mutters as he opens his laptop, but then his focus is on the screen, and his fingers already start to move quickly over the keyboard.

So Herc leans back in their chair and pulls out their phone, figuring they’ll just play some games or mess around for a few hours until Lafayette is done. And they manage to do that for a while, but it doesn’t take long for their attention to go back to Lafayette, as it always does. 

Herc thinks he’s the cutest when he’s working. His eyebrows draw together in concentration, and his lips go into a pout or are constantly moving as he talks to himself under his breath. Either way it gives Herc good reason to stare at his mouth. 

They’re not sure how long they stare, but it’s long enough for them to get completely lost in it, phone laying forgotten on the table. When Herc finally blinks back to reality, Lafayette is staring right back at them, an amused expression on his face.

“Are you okay, Hercules?” 

Herc looks away, face feeling warm. “Yes.” They clear their throat. “Sorry, I was staring off into space.”

“That is fine.” Lafayette smiles at them from over his laptop, a smile that has Herc’s stomach doing flip flops. “Did you like what you were seeing?”

“Oh, uh, sure? Or I mean, yes. That is, I…”

Lafayette laughs, cutting off the rest of the ridiculous flow of words that Herc is sure was going to come out of their mouth. “You are cute when you are flustered.” 

Herc isn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or flattered, so they just smile, hoping that’s a good enough response.

And Lafayette smiles back, eyes roaming over Herc’s face. Then his gaze is back on their eyes, a mischievous look crossing his own face. “Of course, you are cute all the time as well.”

Herc actually groans at that, their heart fluttering. “Laf…”

“What? It is true.”

Herc shakes their head, meeting Lafayette’s eyes and fighting back another smile. They kick Lafayette again under the table. “Keep working.”

Lafayette hums, head tilting to the side as he continues to stare. “No. I think I am done for tonight.” He shuts his laptop and slides it into his backpack before standing up. “Can I request that you walk me back to my dorm?

Herc blinks at him. “You want me to walk you?”

“Yes. It is dark. I would feel much safer with you there.”

“Okay,” Herc says, not bothering to say that Lafayette is over six feet tall with enough strength to probably pick them up. They stand up as well. “Of course I’ll walk you.”

“Perfect.” Lafayette smiles and loops their arms together, starting for the exit.

The walk back is uneventful. Lafayette is mostly quite except for the occasional whistling, and Herc is too nervous to say anything. They aren’t exactly sure what Lafayette is playing at, but it’s always something. It drives Herc crazy.

A few minutes later they’re arriving at Lafayette’s building, and Lafayette moves his hand to take Herc’s, turning to face them. “Thank you very much.”

“Sure,” Herc says back with a shrug. “Anytime.” 

Lafayette takes a step closer. “You are very good company.” He smiles, and Herc can’t stop their eyes from moving to his lips. “I hope I can repay the favor.”

Herc just nods, not really paying attention to what Lafayette is saying. He has such a nice smile. Herc looks back up, face heating up at the way Lafayette is staring at them. 

“Fuck it,” Herc mutters, then they’re leaning forward and capturing Lafayette’s mouth in a kiss.

Lafayette leans into it immediately, taking both of his hands and moving them up to cup Herc’s face. His tongue slides over Herc’s lips, as if he’s just as desperate for this kiss as Herc is.

Herc kisses him harder, humming at the slight scratch of Lafayette’s stubble across their own skin. It feels nice. Kissing Lafayette feels nice. No, better than nice. Perfect.

Lafayette pulls away first, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against Herc’s. “You are such a tease.”

“Me?” Herc asks breathlessly, laughing. “You’re the tease. Damn. I’ve wanted to do that all year.”

“And I have wanted you to do that all year.”

“Yeah?”

Lafayette answers by kissing them again. “I was ready to leap across the table tonight and do it myself.”

Herc snorts. “I wouldn’t have been opposed to that.”

Lafayette laughs against their lips, and Herc laughs back, feeling giddy. They can’t believe this is happening. They can’t believe that they finally kissed Lafayette. It doesn’t feel real.

But then Lafayette’s lips are on theirs for a third time, and Herc has no choice but to believe it. 

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fun facts about LLATPOH

1) i wrote the entire outline while sitting at the circulation desk in the law library where i work (wonder how i got the idea)

2) it was originally supposed to be hamlaf, but i wanted to write a different ship for once (and i would like to branch out even more with my writing - jeffmads/marliza/lams/laflams/mulette... i’m down with all of it)

3) i kept trying to write scenes with lafayette and hercules, but it didn’t fit organically into the story :(

4) it was my original intention to have trans!james madison, but i’m really sick of stories where trans people don’t get a happy ending, so i changed it (one day, i will write a fic with trans!jmads)

5) originally john and alex were supposed to have a pet turtle named ellie, but i thought their break-up would be too sad if john had to take her away from alex

6) my first note on this fic was from @empyrealsakaki (aka my fave & the coolest)

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Were you the one who left the flowers then, anon?

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I couldn't agree more.

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I got so much style that my wardrobe can’t keep up, anon.

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The day always gets a little bit brighter when Eliza Schuyler comes in.

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Madison: What are you, five? Hamilton: Age is a social construct.

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I drink tea in the mornings. Thomas drinks coffee in the mornings, and before lunch, and at lunch, and in the afternoons, and before closing time, and...

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Thomas is far too indecisive to answer this question. I'm partial to natural history, myself.

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They're, uh... Not to everyone's taste.

[jeffmads-library]

At least he wasn’t listening…