Hamilton one shots ;p

one last love letter

Angst. But watch out this ones real bad.
Historic (but like also not bc i suck at historic)
Jeffmads
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*james pov*

I had gotten the letter weeks ago. Thomas was dying, to join his wife in heaven. Though he would hate to hear me say that, he never did believe in the religion that so many seem to.

Thats my Thomas. So Individualistic. Not a care to what others will think. Its one of the things I love most about him.

When I first heard I indtantly ran outside. The ride was slower than I wouldve liked, but I wasnt controlling the reins, my driver was. Maybe it would've been better to go on my own horse, but its far too late to be thinking like that. No regrets, right?

It took a few hours, but since we didnt luve too far apart I was able to make it.

"Thomas." I said, coming into his room and bending down at his bedside. The wooden floors creaked, and the wind blew in from the window. It would be pleasant if..well, you know...Thomas. He looked weak, not weak enough to be dying, but weak. It was strange, to see such a powerful man so powerless. It was like it wasnt Thomas at all on those sheets.

"Jemmy." He purred, making me smile even at a time like this.

"Glad you could make it." He said, starting to sit up, and ending up coughing.

"Thomas, stop lay back down." I said, but he shook his head, his wispy hair bouncing.

"Im not a weak old man." He replied stubbornly.

"Jefferson, we both are." I said, making him laugh. It was a nice sound, one that reminded me of happier times.

"Lay back down." I asked again.

"Only if you are next to me, Madison." He responded, giving in a little. I hesitated. A nurse, aid, servant, or really anyone could come in at a time like this. All of our other romanitc affairs were private, in writing or in the dark....

But still, I ended up giving in to his pleading eyes. I always do.

I silently took off my shoes, and he lifts the covers for me. The bed was nice and warm, and I couldnt help but smile at the way his arm felt around my body.

"James, you know I probably have enough left in me to-" He purred against my skin.

"Thomas." I cut him off, glaring at him. He shook his head, grinning.

"You know its true, darlin'." He responded flirtatiously.

"Im not- no! Why w-would we do that at a...and here..." i said, stumbling over my words.

"Shh doll, I dont mean it. I was just tryin to ruffle your feathers." He whispered, chuckling at how flustered I was.

"I hate you, Jefferson." I mumbled, though both of us knew damn well I could never mean it.

"I didn't think I invited Hamilton to my deathbed..." He mumbled.

"We're calling this a deathbed now?" I said, half sarcadtically and half very very scared.

"Dont worry, its the most exclusive ball of the millenium. All the best politicians will be there." He joked, a smile on his face.

I stopped talking, I couldn't joke around anymore. Someone had to adress the elephant in the room.

"I'll miss you-" I started

"Dont do that." He said, cutting me off.

"What?" I asked, searching his pained face.

"Don't say that. I dont-" He paused, at a loss for words.

"What is it Thomas?" I asked softly.

"Thats whats worse about this. I dont want to leave you, not yet...not so soon..." He said, his voice quivering.  I knew he hated to cry in front of me, so I buried my face into his shirt, letting him know I'm not looking.

"Oh, Thomas." I whispered, hearing him muffle his sobs.

"I dont wanna go." He said, holding me tightly.

"I know." I said, rubbing cirlces into his back.

"I'll miss you, James." He saod, curling up against me.

"I'll miss you too, Thomas." I replied, my own tears startling to fall.

He kissed the top of my head, a tear falling onto my hair.

"I love you, Madison." He whispered to me. I looked up at him with tears stained cheeks, and took a sahky breath before responding.

"I love you too, Jefferson." I said, trying to hold back the tears.

We had stayed like that for a while, talking and crying and laughing together. It was nice.

Thomas died the next day, and we buried him that weekened. It was a nice funeral, lots of people and good food, just how he liked it.

And when everyone was gone, I stayed. I stayed becuase I knew he didnt want to leave me, so I should leave him.

"Hello Thomas." I said, laying down on the grass by his tombstone. I pulled something out from my coat pocket.

"One last love letter." I said, setting it down on his plaque and placing a rock on it so it wouldn't blow away.

"I'll miss you. And I love you. I...I love you so much. I know you couldn't stay, and thats alright, Thomas. You just...you just wait for me, and I'll...I'll be with you soon. Okay? You just wait for me." I said, a few tears falling.

I stayed like that for awhile, talking to him and soaking in the sun. And again, it was a nice day, except for the tears and..everything..

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, but nothing could bring him back to me.
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Okay i usually dont include outline but i found this and...did...was this a fever dream?

{Outline}
Based on that madison was the last founding father to die

And hes old n crisply and all his friends and enimies are gone..ig he has his kids but WHAT ARE THOSE

But mainly sad jeffmads shtuff loke aww no gay no dont go

WAIT WAIT NEW IDEA

james at tims bed while he dying :'O

Moment with no servants or anythin and tim like "i love you" :OOOO

bwah bwah bwah

Sad queitet

J "i i love you too thotmas"

IF SHE BREATHE, SHE A THOT! but wait thomas is a thot. Ha.