Look it's my OTP and I'm fucking obsessed with it. Requests open. Angst ; fluff ; smut ; you name it.

The green mask on his face somehow was the least ridiculous thing about the man's appearance. He also wore a big, white, fluffy bathrobe covered in small black spots over red satin pajamas. The outfit was topped off with fluffy bunny slippers. For a moment everyone remained still. Then he shook himself out of his stupor and broke the awkward silence with a blunt question. "Who the hell are you?" (Ships that I am probably going to include: Lams, Jeffmads, Mullette, Philidosia, past Hamiliza, Kingbury + TW: Not rated M but there will be death, blood, and murder. It IS a murder mystery after all.) Edit: Chapters are currently being split into two or three for a better reading experience.

It's the biggest case that the small town as seen since 1912. 5 murders are now 6. The killer leaves a red fabric tied around the victim's wrist. A calling card. Detective Madison and his partner, Detective Seabury, are the leads on the case. They follow any and every lead they can find to catch the man behind these gruesome murders. But James Madison quickly gets distracted with a marvelous boy. He rather focus on him than the case. One break couldn't hurt. Right? *** Set in the 1950 United States. I don't own these characters. All characters are from Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda. This is not a fanfiction of the founding fathers, this is simply a fanfiction on the portrayals by LMM and the way the internet has shaped those portrayals personalities.

James Madison hated himself. He hated that his mother left him when he was 3, he hated that his father couldn't get a job, and he hated himself for thinking everything would be okay. Thomas Jefferson had everything. He had a home, he had parents, he had all the money he could need. These two boys seemed like they couldn't be more different- But what actually linked them together wasn't their lack of friends, or their social awkwardness, no. Thomas Jefferson hated himself, too. And in this way, they couldn't be more alike.

♡♡♡♡♡♡ greetings. my name is james madison. and my story is going to be a hellhole. and it all started with a simple accident. ♡♡♡♡♡♡ >> a lot of triggers!! please read with caution. all is in lower caps, gotta keep this all aesthetic-like. enjoy!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

At birth, every child is born with a the outline small heart in black on the wrist of their dominant hand. At the ripe age of twelve, on the day of their birthday, at exactly 12:01 AM, a name appears in black. The name is of the child's future soulmate. The place is of the first place they have skin to skin contact. When said child meets their soulmate, the heart fills in, still black. When the child, presumably older by this point, first kisses their soulmate, the heart turns red. The universe is made so that there is no chance you will not meet your soulmate. Your job, is the rest.

"I'll keep you my dirty little secret," he teased with a devilish smile. He knew what it did to the man in front of him. "Not once in a million years, Thomas," the other shot back, his cheeks burning. All of this because of one fling he had the night before... He liked his job, might even say he loved it, but he wasn't stupid enough to know that it would be Hell now. But perhaps that was why there was a rush that went through him. TW/Notes: This may contain smut/adult themes, and will be noted at the beginning of the chapter if so. And this fic is loosely based on the song 'Dirty Little Secret' by All American Rejects. All warnings will be put at the beginning of the chapters.

ye this one sucks

Hiya reader! You're probably searching for a JeffMads story with grammar and a good plot (there are many. And Ive read them all.) So I'm here to provide you with exactly that. And less. Here's my warnings for this story. Ahem. If you like smut.. get out. Fluff fluff and more fluff. If you have a heart. I will go to great limits to break it. If you have a sense of humor, good. You can stay. *Pat Pat.* And that concludes of my god damn novel. ENJOY MACARONI MAN AND JIMMY JAMES ON THEIR MAGICAL ADVENTURES. WITHOUT FURTH- Yeah yeah, I'll shut up. (None of the pictures I use are mine..) - Bitter