One Shots & Shit Posts

The Dress

"James, I was just getting ready to head out, now what is it you wanted me to se- Holy shit!" Alexander Hamilton nearly had a heart attack when he looked up from the stack of papers he was shuffling around in his hands to view his boyfriend as of two years, James Madison Jr., wearing a ball gown and gently applied makeup, as well as a female's powdered wig instead of his usual male one.

"H-Hi, A-Alex..." James blushed beet red, lifting a fan up in front of his face and waving it back and forth lightly, waving shyly (and very lady-like) from behind it.

"W-What is the meaning of this?!" Alex stammered, trying to grasp at what in the world was going on here.

"Oh, whatever dost thou mean, mine dearest Alexander?~" James giggled, obviously toying with him.

"Why are you dressed up as a woman?!" Alexander was pale and sweating, as well as beyond confused at this point.

James sighed, lowering his fan to unveil the rest of his face, revealing an expression that showed his discomfort, "Thomas said that you'd like me more if I were a woman..."

"That asshole," Alexander muttered under his breath, silently vowing to get back at him for this, "James, I love you just the way you are."

"R-Really?" James eyes widened, his brown eyes shimmering with tears as he smiled softly.

"Of course," Alexander smiled lovingly at his dearest James, then, taking out his handkerchief, proceeded to wipe all of the makeup off of the smaller man's face. Hamilton then gently pulled the wig off of Madison's head, being careful just in case it was bobbin pinned into place, to reveal the smallest founding father's light brown hair. Alexander ruffled his hair lightly, making James giggle.

Alex pulled the petite man closer, and pressed his lips against his own. James kissed back softly. They pulled away from each other a few minutes later, beaming at each other.

"I love you," James cooed.

"I love you, too," Alexander cooed back.

And they spent the rest of the night embraced in each other's arms.