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Just logged into this account for the first time in like a year and I just wanted to say hi. I hope you all are doing well, and I’m sorry for abruptly leaving last time. That being said, I am still going to stay logged out of this account, and not really look back.

Love you all

Lin-Manhell

Hello. I’m gay.

Hello hi my loves! So you’ve probably been sitting there like wtf happened to manhell? Well um,, I like women. I have lost interest. Like- no offense- how did I like men??? Anyways have a good day or night and I’m probably going to log off and never speak of this again haha

littledanette

Okay but seriously

Can someone please explain to me how this man 👇🏻

And THIS man 👇🏻

Are even the same person?!??!??

biTCH - Like.... how does he go from cuteadorablecuddlyawkward Linnamon roll to OMGpleasef*ckmeupsir in 0.3 seconds flat???? Cause I’m??? Just????? Wtf?????

hamiltonimagines

It’s You

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Request: “Omg could I get a Lin x reader red au where like the reader follows the string absent-mindedly and ends up outside the theater but security says they can't go in and when they try to leave they can't and then Lin ends up getting dragged out of rehearsal” - @andreasworlsboring101

Summary: Takes place in a world where soulmates are connected by a red string on their finger that only they can see

Word Count: 1.3k

I was sitting in my hotel room in NYC. I had come to New York on vacation to spend time with my friend. We had reservations for dinner, but she just called saying she got called in for work. So here I was, twiddling my thumbs in my hotel room with absolutely no plans.

I looked down at my hands and saw the familiar red string that came out of my finger. The invisible string connected me and my soulmate. I had spent so much time wandering aimless looking for my soulmate. I had never found him.

Then an idea popped into my head. I was in a completely new city, which meant I was surrounded by new people and one of those people could be my soulmate. I knew the population of New York was like 8 million people and it would be near impossible to find them in such a huge city, but I wanted to try.

I put on my jacket and grabbed my phone and the key to the hotel room. Then I walked out of my hotel, on a mission.

First, the string brought me left down the street and then I turned right. I followed the string for what seemed like hours. I was losing hope quickly, when the string started leading me towards a crowd of people gathered on the street.

The street appears to be shut down and not letting any cars through. I looked up at the street sign and saw that it was 46th street.

The crowd was gathered around someone with a microphone. I couldn’t see the person, but I could hear him say “Thank you guys for coming to today’s Ham 4 Ham show, we’ll see you tomorrow”.

“New York City really was a weird place, why were they having shows about ham?” I wondered.

I walked closer and saw the person who was talking as he walked back inside this theater that we were in front of. Then I saw him wave to the crowd and I saw the red string on his finger.

I knew that string was only visible by you and your soulmate and that meant that that man was my soulmate. Only one problem: he was walking inside and now he was gone. What was I going to do?

I quickly walked up to one of the girls I saw that was a part of the crowd. “Hello excuse me, who was that guy?” I asked gesturing toward where he had been.

“Oh that was Lin-Manuel Miranda. He’s the one who wrote and stars in Hamilton” she said and then excused herself. I looked up and saw the shining Hamilton sign. I had heard of Hamilton, but why did my soulmate have to be a celebrity? That meant it would be impossible to get him one-on-one.

Then I remembered that all broadway shows did stage door meet and greets. I would just stay and try to talk to this Lin guy.

I quickly googled what time the Hamilton show was at and saw that I had a few hours. I found a nearby coffee shop and decided to go get some lunch and relax before trying to meet my soulmate, a daunting task in itself.

I was currently sat in the coffee shop on my phone. I had been doing some research on Lin and saw he was quite accomplished. He had also written In the Heights. I checked my watch and saw that I needed to quickly go back to the theater or I’d be late.

I arrived at the stage door and I was a few people back so I wasn’t in the front, but it could’ve been worse. I waiting for a while and decided to text my friend and tell her what I had gotten up to.

Then I heard cheering so I looked up and recognized Lin. He started at the opposite side and started signing autographs and taking pictures. I did keep checking his hand to make sure I still saw the string that way I didn’t seem like I was a crazy person trying to impersonate his soulmate.

Eventually he was about five feet from me and I was a complete bundle of nerves. What would I say?

And then he suddenly stopped signing autographs. He took a step back and said “thank you guys for coming out, I really have to get going, but I appreciate you all”.

My mind started spiraling. After all this, would I miss my chance? Was this all for nothing?

I just started mumbling no repetitively, under my breath, I felt like I could pass out. I was going to miss him and nothing could stop that.

He started to walk back toward the door and I panicked and gave it one last shot. “LIN” I screamed, trying to be louder than the crowd. He turned around and we made eye contact and he smiled at me. He thought I was just a fan, he didn’t know what I was trying to say.

I didn’t know how to tell him so I just stuck my hand straight in the air, my palm toward him. He stopped completely and glanced down at his own hand and saw the invisible string that connected our hands. I noticed a hint of a smile and then he quickly ran inside.

I couldn’t understand what was happening, did I scare him away? If he knew we were soulmates, why would he just leave?

I stood there, stuck in place not knowing what to do. The crowd eventually dispersed and I sat down on the curb.

I put my head in my hands, I had blown it. I would never see my soulmate again and I couldn’t do anything to change. If I came back to the stage door tomorrow, he might just run away again.

“Excuse me” I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around and saw Lin standing there, smiling. “You came back” I said with joy and hope in my voice, standing up. “Of course I came back, I wasn’t just going to leave my soulmate forever” he said and he sounded kind.

“I can’t believe it’s you” I said, still in shock and processing it. “I’ve been looking for my soulmate for years and I’ve finally found you” I added.

“Why’d you run away?” I asked him, quietly. “I just...I didn’t need, no, we didn’t need all those people to see us meeting. It would be a trending article tomorrow about how I met my soulmate. I just met you, I don’t know how private you are. I wanted it to be just us” he said and it all made so much sense. I felt embarrassed for even worrying about it.

“Sooo...” I said, not knowing what came next. “You want to get rid of this pesky string” he asked. I just nodded and he put his hand out, palm up. I slowly and carefully placed my hand on top of his and felt electricity surge through his hand. As soon as we pulled our hands away, we saw that our string was gone.

“I suppose some getting to know each other is in order, I don’t even know your name” he said, smiling at me. “I’m Y/N, but don’t worry I already know your name” I said, giggling. “Y/N is a pretty name” he said grabbed my hand and kissing the back of it.

“So I had a friend back out of a dinner reservation, I don’t think she would mind if I took you instead. I mean, we do have to get to know each other” I said, smirking. “Did you just ask me on a date Y/N?” He asked, with the same smirk.

“It depends, are you going to say yes?” I asked him. “I’m definitely saying yes, I couldn’t turn down a date with such a beautiful girl” he said kissing the back of my hand again. “You’re a flirt, but that’s alright. I could get used to that” I said, smiling.

lin-manhell

I keep rereading this :)

littledanette

Please, please, please I need the second part of the Northern Lights.

Here it is!!

Guys, thank you all so much for your patience.Thank you for being so supportive and for all your kind comments. Apart from a chaotic schedule, I’ve been delaying this because I was indecisive between a couple of development ideas...hopefully I picked the most interesting one! This is shorter than part 1, but the good news is I’ll indulge our common Lee thirst in part 3... Once again, the storyline is slightly altered to give this relationship more time before Lyra, Iorek and the others step into the picture. Hope you enjoy it!

In case you missed it, Part 1 can be found here.

NORTHERN LIGHTS - Part 2.

(Lee Scoresby x Reader)

“Tonight,” he promises. And then, just like that, he’s gone. And you have absolutely no idea how both of you are going to make it to tonight.

Except, he doesn’t show up that night. Or the next. Lee Scoresby seems to have suddenly disappeared into thin air, and you have absolutely no idea where he’s gone. You try to carry on with your daily routine, as though nothing is wrong. But Lee is constantly on your mind.

You go through various emotional phases. Initially, when he doesn’t show up at dinner that first night, you’re confused and more than slightly frustrated. Your last encounter had left you…well, breathless, and for more than one reason, and you’d been anticipating this moment to finish what you’d started. Then, you try to rationalize: he’s probably late because he’s taking care of some business… You expect to see him show up after dinner. No trace of him. You go to bed, still disappointed. You feel hopeful the following morning, sure that he’ll show up for breakfast. No such luck. Frustration starts turning into doubt. But you know he’s a man of the world, this is probably normal for him. No plans, no responsibilities, no expectations. You try to suppress the bitterness from creeping into your thoughts, but as the day progresses you feel yourself becoming more angry at him at first, then concerned as lunch comes and goes. Dinner follows soon after. By now, you’re genuinely worried.

You try to keep yourself busy with your dinner shift, but it’s not an easy task. You heart races every time the tavern door swings open and you look up expectantly, but still no trace of Lee. Your head is pulsing with a storm of emotions that are giving you a migraine. You half heartedly finish your tasks, and when you feel like you can't take it anymore you quickly decide to grab your coat and excuse yourself from your boss, telling him you need to go take a walk. You step out into the cold, your fox daemon close behind, and as soon as the tavern doors swing shut behind you, the noise immediately dies down and you’re surrounded by peaceful silence.

You take a few deep breaths, exhaling little puffs of smoke as you simply enjoy the quiet. Your fox sits down besides you, waiting. Someone opens the door behind you, prompting you to start walking away as the tavern noises threaten to make your brain combust again. Your daemon follows. You wrap your scarf tighter around your neck and start trudging through the snowy streets, not quite sure where to go.

You walk aimlessly for a while, allowing your thoughts to drift back to Lee. Why had he disappeared so suddenly? What could have happened to make him leave like that? You figured he knew what he was doing, but the North could be a very dangerous place, even for a guy like him… You stop in your tracks. What if…something bad had happened to him? Your breath hitches slightly. Oh God. What could you do? You try to focus. Think. Think, damn it! Where could he have gone? What did you know that could help you find him?

Out of nowhere, a brief memory flashes in your mind: Lee talking secretively with his daemon at lunch, whispering about the bear and the…stolen armor…? You pause. You know this is a dangerous matter. You’d heard the rumors, and had always made sure to steer clear of them. But what if that was exactly your answer? You hesitate for a moment. But then you realize your concern for Lee is greater than your reluctance to get involved in something so taboo, so you decide to throw caution to the wind and head towards the first place that pops in your mind… the exact place where - you’d heard - the bear could be found, hiding…

You’re quietly marching towards your destination when a sudden movement catches your attention out of the corner of your eye as you’re passing by an alley. You stop, frowning, and look down as your daemon. She’s also looking towards the alley, ears pricked up in confusion. You exchange a glance with her. Had you imagined it? Just as you’re about to carry on, a faint groan makes you jump. You take a cautious step in the alley, and as your eyes adjust to the dark, you see another movement. Followed by another lament. Your eyes widen and rush towards the sound, your daemon running behind you. You have to push two heavy barrels and a couple of garbage bags out of the way to follow the noises…. And then you gasp when you finally see him. Lee is crumpled on the ground, leaning against the alley wall, head hanging low and eyes closed. Hester is cowering on his lap, scared by the ruckus you’d made but still trying to protect him. You notice one of the daemon’s ears is flopped, and there’s a bruise on one of her hind legs. Your fox daemon cautiously steps closer to her, sniffing her attentively.

“Oh thank God…it’s you!” Hester whimpers when she recognizes both of you. “I was afraid they’d come back!” “Hester! Lee!” You call out, pushing more stuff out of the way to clear the space around them. “W-what happened to you?” You ask the daemon as you crouch besides Lee, placing one hand on his arm and the other on Hester’s fluffy head. Lee groans, lifting a hand to his forehead and forcing himself to open his eyes and look at you. You notice there’s a dark bruise beneath his left eye, and his upper lip is cut. “Ow…’evening, darlin…don’t worry, it’s nothin’, just a little unexpected altercation…” he winces and closes his eyes again as he tries to straighten himself up. He clutches his side, a painful hiss escaping his lips. “Lee!” you and Hester both cry out, worried.

Lee frowns, “Stop makin’ a fuss, the both of you…I was just…just tryin’ to rest my eyes for a second…” “Lee,” you interrupt him, placing your hand above his and making him look back at you, “You’re hurt. Both of you are. I’m going to go get some help -” “No!” He exclaims, jolting upright for a moment before collapsing back down, wincing in pain. You place your hand on his chest, to try and keep him still. He automatically takes your hand into his own. “N-no, darlin’…” he repeats, slower, looking at you intently, “Help is the last thing I’m gonna get from the people in this town right now…you just…would you mind just helpin’ me out here for a second, sweetheart?” You cast a worried glance towards Hester, but she nods in agreement. “We can’t risk them coming back,” she whispers. You understand now is the worst time to ask who ‘they’ are, so you merely nod back at her and scoot closer to Lee. You help him drape an arm around your shoulders, and clumsily manage to drag both of you on your feet, staggering slightly under his weight. Your fox stands besides Hester, both daemons eyeing you worriedly.

“My sincere apologies, darlin’,” Lee mumbles, wincing in pain once again as he tries to stand a little more on his own two feet, “Under normal circumstances, I would never allow a lovely gal such as yourself carry my damn weight like this…” You shake your head, “Shush, and knock it off with the charm, Lee… We gotta get you both out of the cold right now.”

It’s no easy task. You tremble under Lee’s weight, stumbling as both of you try to make your way down the alley to take a shortcut back to the tavern. The cold wind pierces your flustered cheeks, you struggle step after step as you try to avoid the snow slush, and you have to stop every couple of seconds to catch your breath. Lee keeps muttering apologies under his breath. You can tell he’s not used to being helped like this. Your two daemons lead the way, making sure the coast is clear. After what feels like forever, you arrive at the back door of the tavern. You manage to stumble inside the kitchen and then into the main room, where you help Lee slump onto a chair as you collapse into a messy heap on the floor, panting for breath. You rip open your coat and tug your scarf away to help you cool down. Your daemon delicately sniffs around Hester to examine her. Nobody talks for a good few minutes as you collectively catch your breath. Then you break the silence.

“Lee…we need to get you to your room to check your wounds.” “Darlin’, I’m sure I can make it -” he groans, slumped over the table with his head on his hand, “Just give me a double whiskey and give it a second…” You frown at him, lifting yourself up from the ground, “But you’re too hurt, it’s dangerous for you -” He raises a hand to interrupt you, and lifts his gaze to meet yours, “Hey, I know what I’m doin’ here, okay? Appreciate the help, but I’ve managed much worse than this. Just give me that drink and let me breathe for a moment….” His eyes soften as he sees you taken aback by his firmness, “Please, darlin’. Just help me out like I’m telling you.”

You finally give in, and head behind the counter to pour him his drink. When you place it in front of him, he places his hand on your forearm and bows his head slightly. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he mumbles, nodding towards the chair besides him to signal you to sit. You do, pulling your chair right besides his, and gently taking off his hat as he takes a sip of whiskey. Now that you can see him up close, you notice he’s more bruised than you’d imagined. As he drinks, you quickly scan over his body and notice there’s a dark stain on the side of his ribcage, and a cut on one side of his pants. You shake your head with worry, “I don’t even want to think about what might’ve happened if we hadn’t found the two of you in that alley….”

You catch him looking back at you with his usual smirk. “Stop worrying so much ‘bout me, honey…” he says, “It’s just another beatin’, nothin more…I’m used to it.” You huff, raising your hand and gently running it through his hair to push it out of his face before caressing his jawline. “Finish your drink, we’ve got to get you in your room and out of these clothes to clean you up…” Despite the seriousness of the situation, he can’t help raising his eyebrows at your proposal, “Well now, missy, when you put it that way…” You slap his forearm lightly, and he winces, “Seriously…? Now’s not the time, Lee!” “All right, all right…I was just tryin’ to lighten the mood…”

Somehow, he actually manages to get back on his feet, and although he’s still unsteady and keeps stopping step after step, groaning in pain and frustration, you slowly make your way. Getting up the stairs is a pain in the ass, but you help him out and finally manage to reach his room. You swing the door open and help him over to the bed, letting him slump on the mattress and lean against the headboard. Hester and your daemon stand silently by the door.

“Listen to me,” you sit next to him, placing a comforting hand on his leg, “I’m going to be right back, okay?” You try to move but his hand grips your wrist. “Darlin, I told you…” “…And you can trust me. I know what I’m doing, okay?” You look at him intently and he surrenders with a huff, letting you go. You try to get up, but then he grips your wrist again. You look back at him, slightly annoyed. He’s serious. “Hey…” he whispers, before pulling your forearm gently towards him. He leans in closer to you, eyeing you intently, and you feel that familiar rush of heat flooding back to you. He stops just a breath from your face, his forehead almost leaning against yours, the sudden intimacy of the gesture flustering you. He doesn’t take his eyes off of yours. “Thank you for finding me,” he murmurs, and before you can answer he leans in and kisses you.

You close your eyes, the blissful feeling of his lips back on yours flooding you in a very welcome haze of happiness. You tentatively place your hand on his torso, afraid to hurt him, but he takes your wrist and pulls your arm upward and around his neck, letting you know it’s okay. You wrap your other arm around him too and gently dig your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. He moans appreciatively, shifting his body to face you and slowly running his own hand up your thigh and up to your waist. You let out a breath didn’t know you’d been holding, feeling the relief of having him in your arms again wash over you. You move your hands to cup his face, caressing his jaw and neck. He bops his nose against yours, urging you to deepen the kiss. Your consience suddenly tugs at you, reminding you of the urgency of the situation. “Lee…” you try to whisper against his mouth, “You need help…” “This is all the help I need, sweetheart…” he murmurs back, silencing you with another kiss.

You know you need to go fetch help and you know Lee is still very much in pain. But his lips are intoxicating, and the feeling of his arms encircling your waist to pull you against him, and his mouth nudging yours open, and his shallow breath against your lips, and his soft moans, and his hands gripping your skin tighter, make it so hard to concentrate on anything else… For a moment you allow your mind to go blank, except for the way you taste his lips with yours and you fill your breaths with his scent. His hands slip under your shirt and his cold fingers caress your back, making you shiver...He bites down on your lower lip, softly moaning when you mirror his action...His tongue caresses yours, making you whimper as his hands glide further up your back and he starts leaning forward, slowly trying to push you on your back...He feels so good that you almost forget what’s going on, and start abandoning yourself backwards....

But then you accidentally move your hand down his torso, and when it glides past his ribcage he breaks the kiss, letting out a pained gasp. That’s enough to pull you out of your lusty haze. You mentally slap yourself: what were you doing?! The man was beaten up and you were letting yourself get turned on instead of running to find help! You pull away and straighten yourself up, ashamed. “Lee, I’m so…I’m so sorry, sorry, I’m…I’m the worst,” you stutter, even though he immediately raises a hand to signal he was fine. “Darlin, it’s nothing, just a tiny scratch…” “No,” you say resolutely, taking his hand in yours and looking intently at him, “I’m going to help you, okay? I’ll be right back,” you promise, leaning in for a quick reassuring kiss before straightening up and heading for the door. You cast a quick warning glance to Hester, “Keep an eye on him, the front door’s locked and there’s no one else here.” Hester nods.

You leave Lee with one last meaningful glance, and rush out the door and down the stairs with your daemon trotting besides you. Thankfully, you knew exactly where to find help. You only hoped you could keep all of you out of trouble.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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@late-night-promts @tinywhim @lmmthirst @pan1c1ng @torsnavi @raiseaglasstothefourofus

P.S. Please forgive me if I’ve forgotten someone, I suck at tagging these lists !!!

lin-manhell

Ahhh I love this series! Do you think you can tag me, love?

alexanderusnavilindelahamilton

This man knows. He knows what he does to us. He knows.

littledanette

….And so, tonight I shall leave you darlings with this little gem I found scrolling back about 100000 posts….. but daaaamn it was worth it!!! 👀

Goodnight! 💜💜💜

lin-manhell

He k n o w s

Hello darling, how are you? I hope that you're doing fine and feeling well.

I’m doing well, thanks for asking.

I have a Lin fic that is coming out in 6 days, as I feel I owe some fics to you guys. But how are you doing, anon? <3

sewing-songbird

For those just entering the Hamilton fandom thanks to Disney+

1)Welcome!

2) before you start with the “woke hot takes” about Hamilton, we have already had all of these conversations. Please don’t make us go back.

A) the characters in the musical are far from accurate portrayals of the founding fathers.

B) you can acknowledge that the real historical figure was racist/homophobic/misogynistic etc. And still like the musical

C)the musical is NOT historically accurate. Lin acknowledges it in many interviews and in the Hamiltome (the book about the making of the musical) for example: the Schuylers had more than three daughters, the Hamilton’s has more than two children, Angelica was already married prior to meeting Hamilton, it is more than likely that Hamilton, Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan were never actually in the same place at once... I can go on.

D) if Hamilton the musical has sparked your interest in learning what really happened, that’s good. Don’t let people bully you out of learning because of the catalyst of your interest.

Please. You can romanticize the Broadway characters. You can identify with the Broadway character. But if I see “Thomas Jefferson did nothing wrong uwu” in the tags again, I’m going to lose my shit.

Tl:dr

This:

Does not equal

Okay? Cool.

Hi guys.

So... Hamilton came out. And among it came a lot of backlash. I have so many stories and stuff ready and planned but I’m going to let this all blow over. People are trying to cancel lin, and there’s nothing I can do. I will post when everything is okay. Thanks for understanding