Soulmate AU's (Hamilton)

The Blue Scarf (jeffmads)

(This is for @KatelynMaiOfficial)

It was early Saturday morning, and James Madison was already awake, vomiting into the toilet like he had been for the past week. He was sick, once more. He felt like he was sick every week, and this week, he didn't want to bother Thomas with having to take care of him. James picked himself up shakily, moving to the kitchen to down the pills he took daily. After he was done, he walked back to his room, his walking more stable now. He changed from his pajamas, and into a pair of jeans and a tshirt. Then he pulled a sweater on over that, then a jacket, then a windbreaker, then a beanie and finally, his favorite blue scarf. He lifted the soft wool to his nose, basking in how silkly soft it felt. 

James slid on his shoes, and made his way out of his apartment and down to his car. He wasn't going in to work today, he had already called Washington about the vomiting. So he decided he'd go to the park a little ways down the road from his house. It was quiet there, calm. James thought it would be the perfect place to sit and read, whislit trying not to hack up his lungs. He prayed the medicine would last and he wouldn't vomit in front of children coming to the park after school. His car had broke down a month ago, so he elected to walk the way, instead of bug someone for a ride down there. It was a block, it wasn't hard to walk. 

He hugged his jacket to his frame as the winter wind whipped at his clothes. He was walking at a brisk pace, a thick hard back book tucked under his right arm. He knew the park wouldn't be as windy, and probably a little warmer. He was so focused on going to said park, that he didn't notice when his  scarf untangled from his neck, and flew off in the wind. He turned, reaching out to grab it, but missed. He sighed, watching it fly off with the wind. He turned, continuing down the street. He loved his scarf, but now someone else could love it too. 

The park was nearly deserted by the time James rounded the corner and walked threw the tall iron gates. He sighed, smiling contently, and walking to the gazebo in the very far back corner, tucked peacefully under the trees, hidden from all view. He sat down on the bench, and let out a sigh as the wind was blocked by the trees. He was right, it was warmer in here. He leaned against the wall, feet propped up against the bench, and began to read in silence. It wasn't till later, when he heard the laughter and banter of children, he realized he actually missed work. He missed breaking up the fights between Hamilton and Thomas. He missed Adams and Hamilton's fights for gods sake. He sighed, sitting up and setting his book next to him as he looked at the ground. 

There was a knock at the front of the gazebo, and James looked up, startled slightly. A red nosed, tired looking Thomas stood in the entrance area, hands tucked into his winter coat pockets. James smiled up at him, the smile slowly turning into a smirk. It's like beetle juice, he thought, I mentioned work too many times. He held back his chuckle as Thomas walked over to sit next to him, moving the book. 

"Sick?" Thomas asked, James nodded.

"Tired?" James asked. "Of Hamilton." Jefferson finished. 

The two sat in comfortable silence after that, until Thomas looked up at James, his cheeks flushed now. He cleared his throat, causing James to look over. Thomas very slowly, pulled one hand out of his coat, a long, vibrant blue scarf following it. "My scarf!" James smiled, peeking up. Thomas handed it over, smiling fondly as James nuzzled his face into it. "Where on earth did you find it?" James asked, remembering how it had flown away. Thomas chuckled. "Washington told me you were sick, and as soon as I walked out of the office to come check on you, the scarf hit me right in the face, so I knew you were here." Thomas looked down at James's hand, resting on the bench. 

James followed his eyes, and slowly moved his hand to hold Thomas's. Thomas kept his eyes trained on the hands for a moment. 

"Thank you, Thomas." James chuckled, "I guess it was destiny to spend my Saturday with you." Thomas laughed too, looking up to smile at James. James smiled back,and the two stared at each other for a moment.

"James?" Thomas said.

"Yeah?"

"Can i hang out with you?" 

Wow. Thomas was asking. Normally, he just sat down on James's desk and declared 'I'm chilling with you today Mads' James flushed, smiling sheepishly. 

"Of course, Thomas." James said, leaning back against the wall. Thomas watched him, looking over and biting his lip. James felt his cheeks flush. God Thomas was cute when he bit his lip... wait, what excuse me? James must've been going delirious. He did NOT think his best friend was cute. He blamed it on the medicine. Thomas looked down at his hands, sighing before scooting closer to Madison. He had to tell him, now was as good a time as ever. Thomas sucked in a deep breath, then decided not to. Maybe it could wait. 

James watched Thomas, raising an eye brow as Thomas looked to be having a debate with himself. He watched how his hair swished back and forth slightly as he made faces at himself, his cute button nose scrunching every now and then. The way he fiddled with his thumbs, come to think of that, Thomas did this a lot around James recently. Was everything okay with him? James thought back on the past events, of like the last month or so, thinking about things that could've made Thomas nervous around him. 

"Thomas, is everything alright?" James asked. Thomas snapped to attention, eyes wide. James fought the urge to swoon and silently cursed to himself. Fucking dammit. He really liked Thomas. Really, really liked Thomas. But this wasn't some fucking cheesy rom-com where James would confess his love, and Thomas would return the feelings, and they'd live happily ever after. Real life didn't work like that. He smiled as Thomas began staring, and tried to push the thoughts of how incredible his eyes looked. It wasn't going to happen, yes Thomas was gay but he'd never-

"James I love you."

He stood corrected. James sat there, dumbfounded. Did.. did he just... damn. James felt his cheeks flush up, as he sat up from leaning against the wall. Thomas bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at the entrance. He kept making quick glances at James, but finally looked away completely, cheeks dark red, embarrassed. God James didn't feel the same, he isn't responding, dammit Thomas you fucking fucked up, your such a dipshit I can't believe you why would you have the balls to even-

"Me too, Thomas." James said finally. 

Thomas felt his heart do a backflip. Overjoyed, he leapt forward, pushing himself between Madison's legs and wrapping his arms around his torso. James's blush got darker, as he looked down at Thomas with a satisfied smile, wrapping his arms around the other. The two stayed like that for a long time, staring into each others eyes, having a silent conversation. James loved Thomas, and Thomas loved James. 

Thomas re situated, resting his head against James's chest and listening to his heart beat, steady as the beating drumb. James pulled up a hand, tangling it in Thomas's curls and playing with his hair. Thomas sighed, content, closing his eyes and almost falling asleep. 

When the two emerged hand in hand, it was dark out. They made the walk to Thomas's càr, and inside, drove in silence until they got to James's apartment. Thomas had opened the door for James, being a gentleman, and helped him out of the car. "Goodnight, Mr. Madison." Jefferson smiled, kissing the top of James's hand. James smiled fondly. 

"Actually, Mr. Jefferson, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany your new sick boyfriend inside for a glass of tea?" James asked, intertwining his fingers in Thomas's. "but of course, mon Cher." Thomas chuckled, throwing in a southern accented French complement. James rolled his eyes and kissed Thomas on the cheek. "Lets go then." He smiled, leading Thomas upstairs to his apartment. 

"Jemmy?" Thomas whispered into the night. 

"Yeah?"

"I love You."

James sighed, loving those words in every eccence as Thomas said them. He gave Thomas's hand an affectionate squeeze. 

"I love You too."

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I know this was short, please forgive me. I might add onto it later, but my family kept walking into my room and destroying my writing vibe. 

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Thank you again @KatelynMaiOfficial for commenting a story idea!!!!!