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Maria takes kickboxing. She's so sweet and shy around eliza then she takes her gf to a class and Maria is a beast with her gloves. Eliza is high key turned on by this development

Eliza watches as maria kicks everyone’s ass and is sitting their shifting back and forth because this is not the place to get turned on. Maria comes out of the locker rooms in sweats, sport bra, and open hoodie showing off her sweaty flexing chest and Eliza watches as a bead of sweat rolls down her slightly heaving chest from the exertion of her exercise and Maria’s like ???? Babe and Eliza just grabs Maria and pulls because they need to get home right now right this instant. Maria pinning Eliza to the wall and grinding into her while Eliza begs for more 🎉

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OK so I’ve been reading a fanfic called “A more perfect union” (https://archiveofourown.org/works/7233154/chapters/16419826) and I sketched some of my favorite scenes ✌

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Soldier 76 x reader commission

“No.”

It was a word you were used to hearing from Strike Commander Jack Morrison, but no matter how many times you heard it, it still annoyed you. You crossed your arms. “Why not?”

Jack’s blue eyes bore into yours. “Because I’m your Commander. And you deserve better than me for your first time. No.” You rolled your eyes. “I trust you. That’s why I want it to be you. And I see the way you watch me, I have eyes too, you know.” You grinned a little, getting up from the chair and walking around his desk. He watched you intensely. You leaned against the edge of his desk with your hip, arms still crossed.

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Kissing

Summary : Alexander can’t help thinking about his most memorable times kissing John

Kissing John is like reminding himself of every time he’s said I love you. It’s a quick spark— or at times it lasts much longer, heated, and passionate— but most of the time it’s fast, sending pride and admiration through his mind, and soft affection through his heart.

The first time they kissed Alexander hadn’t expected it. His mind was elsewhere, focusing on the three thousand word essay he had in front of him, yet it was less than a third finished, and it was due the following day. John was sitting beside him, his laptop open on the kitchen table, working on his own essay, however it was nearly finished, and he was in the editing process.

“Good luck ‘Lex, I know you can do it,” he said, then he slung his arm around Alexander’s shoulders and leaned in, placing a quick kiss to his lips.

When he thinks of that moment, years ago, he likes to think John got him on the lips, but if his memory isn’t failing him, he’ll remember that John had missed. He pressed his lips against the side of Alexander’s mouth in his haste, but it was alright, because their second kiss took place only moments later, and that one was right on target. Alexander leaned forward, with sleeker, fluid motion, connecting their lips with care. He touched John’s cheek, timidly pulling him closer, the warmth of his breath, hot on his face, but Alexander’s face was already terribly hot.

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First Loves

Lams babies.

This is a trans Laurens fic. He is genderfluid and uses him/his pronouns. He still has body issues, but there is no self harm. 

I AM NOT PART OF THE TRANSGENDER COMMUNITY.  If I got anything wrong, or something is even the slightest bit offensive, I want need you to tell me, so I can change it as soon as possible!

Light smut

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John looks down at his chest and his eyes begin to well up with tears. He hated his body. He looked up from his body and into the mirror. He grabbed a hair band from his wrist and wrapped it loosely around his hair before grabbing the scissors from the counter. Well, here goes, he thought, hacking at the hair. He pulled the hair band from what was left of his hair and shook it out. He smiled in the mirror at the shorter hair, long enough for a ponytail, but not too long to look feminine. He took the cut hair and threw it all in the garbage. Looking in the mirror, he wiped at the tears that were sliding down his face, laughing. This is me.

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‘EVERY TIME WE’RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU’RE ON YOUR DAMN PHONE and it makes it really hard to hit on you’ AU with Hamburr (if you're okay with the ship. You can pick another one if you'd like.)

Masterpost

Closed Doors-Hamburr

Warnings: Language mostly.

Alexander Hamilton lived in an old apartment building in New York City.

Or at least, he was about to. He had just moved in, brand new to the entire city. It was a bit daunting but if anyone could handle it, it would be him. He was Alexander Hamilton and he was going to do it all.

He walked into the building and glanced around, it was your typical apartment building, nothing special about it at all. Bare walls, minimum effort at decor, worn floors, but at least it had an elevator. Hamilton appreciated the fact that he could just ride down the lift and not have to worry about tripping on the stairs in a sleep deprived state and dying.

The fiddled with the gleaming key in his hand. He lived here now. He really was in New York and surviving. Well, only one way for it to really sink in, he had to flop on to his new bed. Hamilton stepped forward and jabbed the up button for the elevator. He could take the stairs but he had luggage and that didn’t sound fun for the tenth floor, so elevator it was. The doors slid open, classic elevator music bidding him welcome as he stepped inside and repeatedly jammed the doors close button impatiently. The door started to slide close when a voice called out, “Wait! Hold the door!” The stranger shoved his foot between the doors, preventing them from closing. He flashed a smile in greeting at Hamilton as he entered before whipping out his phone and typing away importantly.

Well, okay then.

“What floor are you heading to?” Hamilton asked, getting ready to push the according button.

“Ten,” came the reply.

“Oh, that’s my floor too!” Hamilton said excitedly.

The person glanced at him and back at his phone, “I don’t recognize you, just move in?”

“That’s right, the name is Alexander Hamilton.”

The man looked up from his phone long enough to firmly shake Hamilton’s hand, “Aaron Burr. Pleasure.” And right back to his phone.

The elevator opened and dumped them out onto their floor, cutting off any further attempt at conversation. Burr immediately put away his phone, wished Hamilton well, and set off in the opposite direction Hamilton was going.

Well. Wasn’t terribly bad for first encounters. Plus, he was handsome, bonus points.

***

Hamilton settled into his new life in New York, constantly at work, running back forth from his apartment to his office. Some would call him a mad man.

He made some friends though, Mulligan was the first person he really became acquainted with, he was his next door neighbor. Mulligan had come over one day with a welcome basket and gave him a quick tour of New York. It wasn’t long before they were hanging out every Saturday night.

The strange thing was that the guy Hamilton had met in the elevator, Aaron Burr, seemed to work at the same law firm that he did so they always seemed to end up on the elevator at the same time on their way home. Hamilton always left obnoxiously early so he didn’t see him in the morning, but every evening, just like clockwork, Hamilton would step into the elevator and right as the doors would begin to close, he’d hear a familiar shout asking to hold the door.

Every time.

Which is why Hamilton wasn’t surprised when it happened again today. “Wait! Hold the door!” Then a foot would be jammed in the elevator doors and he’d step inside, smiling slightly in greeting.

“Alexander,” he said happily.

“Aaron Burr, sir,” Hamilton nodded. Then two seconds later, Burr would whip out his phone and get lost in the sea of letters he scrolled through. It was starting to get annoying. Burr seemed like a cool guy and Hamilton really wanted to get to know him, not to mention he was kinda hot.

“So what’re you doing tonight?” Hamilton asked.

“Nothing really. Going over a case,” he replied distractedly

“Ah.”

Burr typed away at his phone

“So…”

A moment of silence. “So?” Burr asked.

“You wanna get some drinks?”

“Not tonight.”

Why was this so hard? Hamilton was usually so smooth but it was as if the guy didn’t even realize Hamilton’s attempts.

“Okay.” Hamilton decided the rest of the ride would be better in silence.

The doors slid open and Burr walked out and set off down the hall with his normal brisk pace, Hamilton watched until he rounded a corner before going to his own apartment.

***

Weeks passed much in the same manner as before, Hamilton flirting and getting nowhere. He started to blame the phone, it was the only explanation.

“Hey Mulligan, you know a guy named Aaron Burr?”

“Burr? Yeah, he lives on the other side of the hall. What about him?”

“Nothing really, I just run into him all the time. What do you know about him? Is he married? Kids? Friends? Something?” Mulligan knew everything about everyone, Hamilton didn’t know how but it was really impressive.

“Yeah, he’s single, no kids, and no friends that I know either. I dunno much about him, he’s always on his phone.”

“Tell me about it,” Hamilton grumbled.

***

The next time Hamilton found himself standing awkwardly in a silent elevator, he decided to experiment. He wasn’t entirely sure if Burr actually heard what he was saying and just automatically replied on autopilot. Hamilton started counting the floors on their way up, why was this elevator so slow?

1

“Hey, Burr,”

“Sir?”

“You’re kinda hot.”

2

“Thanks.”

3

“I actually kinda like you”

“Cool.”

4

“We should hang out some and get to know each other sometime.”

“Sure, sometime.”

5

“Maybe get closer.”

“Sounds great.”

6

“Go back to your place one night.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

7

“Lay on the couch with me in your lap?”

“Okay.”

8

This fucker right here.

“Have an extreme make out session.”

“Whatever you want.”

9

“How about you just fuck me against the wall right now?”

“Some other time maybe.”

Holy shit, this guy was completely oblivious. Hamilton began to wonder what would happen it just started stripping.

10

The doors slid open and Burr walked off. Hamilton sighed.

***

Even more time passed and Hamilton’s attempts proved fruitless. Today was the day he lost patience.

It was just like any other day, Hamilton stepped into the elevator and this time held the door open until Burr appeared, “Wait! Hold- oh, thanks, Alexander.”

“Sure.”

The doors closed and the ride began in silence like always.

“Hey, I’m making some hamburgers, wanna come over, crack open some colds ones and help me eat them?”

“That’s okay.”

Hamilton wasn’t entirely sure Burr actually heard what he was saying and was too busy scrolling through his phone doing god knows what.

That’s it. “EVERY TIME WE’RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU’RE ON YOUR DAMN PHONE and it makes it really hard to hit on you!” Oh shit. Hamilton snapped his mouth shut, he really needed to learn to keep it closed.

Burr’s head snapped up and he almost dropped his phone from the sudden outburst of yelling and looked at Hamilton. “W-what did you say?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Hamilton mumbled, looking at the wall next to him.

“No, what do you say?”

“I said, “Every time we’re on the elevator, you’re on your phone and it makes it really hard to hit on you.”“ Hamilton said reluctantly.

A light pink blush dusted his cheeks and Hamilton felt as if he were entirely red, but in reality, he was only blushing slightly. Way to make it awkward Hamilton. Congratulations.

“Uh, what was that you were saying about hamburgers?” Burr broke the silence.

Hamilton grinned, “You wanna come over and have some?”

Burr smiled back, “I’d love to.”

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Stand For You

Summary : Having Aaron as his roommate can be frustrating

Alexander squints at the screen of his laptop. It’s been hours, but he’s determined to find the most effective defence for Washington’s client. He sighs, as he scrolls through cases, searching for some sort of precedent that could be referred to in court. It’s the final year of his undergraduate degree in political science, his fourth year of university, and it’s definitely stressful enough without the added workload from his cooperative education at Washingon’s firm. But if relentless determination and reckless work habits got him this far, he sees no reason not to continue.

“You really are non-stop aren’t you?”

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Bold

Summary : Alexander is injured, and Aaron is bold

“Aaron, h-hey, are you busy?”

Aaron nearly drops his phone, when he hears Alexander’s voice on the other end of the line. It’s weak and shaky, rumbling and cracking through his throat, completely missing it’s usual confidence. His heart pounds violently, slamming against his ribcage, and suddenly his hands are sweaty.

“What’s wrong?” He sits on the edge of his bed, his free hand twisting the sheets between his fingers. “Why do you sound like that?”

“I-I got,” he trails off, his breath hitching before he speaks quietly, “in a f-fight.”

Aaron’s mind races; he needs to do something. “Where are you?”

Alexander is reckless; he’s always getting himself into unnecessary trouble, by just opening his mouth, saying the wrong things to the wrong people. But Aaron knows he would argue he was simply saying the right things to the people who needed to hear it most, people who disagreed with him. It’s mindsets like that, that Aaron could never understand. He holds his own beliefs and opinions close, because as long as he keeps them sheltered, he’s untouchable. He wishes Alexander could be more like him, especially at times like this, because then maybe he wouldn’t have gotten into this situation in the first place, and then maybe Aaron wouldn’t be filled with nauseating worry.

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For that drabble list, maybe try 78. "I'm just looking out for you"? Hamburr, if you can 😊

— Hey @that-was-a-real-nice-declaration I hope you like it!

“I’m just looking out for you”

Alexander peers over Aaron’s shoulder, watching him write definition after definition for their upcoming law test. It’s their senior year, and they’re both under a lot of pressure to achieve the highest marks possible.

“What are you doing Alexander?” Aaron turns to face him, fiddling with the edge of one of the cue cards he’s writing on.

“I don’t know, I’m just looking out for you,” he says smugly, throwing his arm around Aaron’s shoulders. “I’m making sure you’re writing the correct definitions.”

“Of course you are.” He rolls his eyes, shrugging away from him.

“I’m joking, I’m just extremely bored,” he says, lying down on the bed, before moving closer to Aaron and dropping his head on his thigh. He seems nervous, and Alexander swears he can feel him shaking beneath him. 

He’s not surprised when Aaron chides him, “get off me, I-I’m trying to focus on this.”

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Hello! Hope I'm not being a bother but can you recommend your favourite HamBurr fics? Thanks 😄😄😄

I’m gonna do my best to remember all of them, but I might forgot some and come back to this and add more later. (Note: not all of them are complete/some are on hiatus, but still totally worth the read)

It Feels More Like A Memory

We All Defend the Role We Play

Fools Who Run Their Mouths Off

A More Perfect Union

Hurricane

A Kind of Hideous Intimacy 

Build a Wall Around Me

One Line to Keep Us Safe

Take My Aim, So You Feel Me Coming Close

Survivor Types

Bring You Down (To Just One Knee)

Intelligent Eyes in a Hunger-Pang Frame

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Masterlist,Yo!

I do Hamilton, Hamilcast, Hamilton Ships, Dear Evan Hansen, and Dear Evan Hansen Cast imagines! Please enjoy!  

Hey, I do not write on this blog anymore, but I reblog musical stuff every so often. But anyway, this is all my cringy musical imagines so read your heart out. Or don’t. 

Hamilton-

Alexander Hamilton:

Welcome Home, Y/N!

Fade Away

Lucky

John Laurens:

Breakup Go To

I’m Willing to Wait For It - Part Two - Part Three

I Need You

Because I Had You

Too Good

Lafayette:

Tu Es Belle

My Future

By Your Side

Babysitter

Hercules Mulligan:

Tailor and Co.

Sweaters

Angelica Schuyler:

Let Me Help

Eliza Schuyler:

Blushing

The Plan

Philip Hamilton:

Senior Prom?

It’s Quiet Uptown - Third Wheel (Platonic Theodosia Burr x Reader)

George Washington:

Washingdad

Thomas Jefferson:

See Ya ‘Round

Hamilton Ships-

Jefferson x Angelica:

Schuyler-Almost-Jefferson

Hamilcast-

OBC:

Fan Art

Anthony Ramos:

Fantastic

Forget Daveed

Lin-Manuel Miranda:

Mine

Daveed Diggs:

Because I Love You

Dear Evan Hansen-

Evan Hansen:

Rainy Nights

Connor Murphy:

Prom Night

Jared Kleinman:

Sunset

Family

Happy Fourth

Happy Holidays

Dear Evan Hansen Cast-

Ben Platt:

Winning Something

Hot Cocoa

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138 washette?

(;-; last one!)At first sight, he was nothing like George had ever experienced in his life. 

“General Washington, I present to you Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette” a young commander managed to get it all out in one breath. While the commander was catching his breath, George for a moment lost his. He had seen young men come and go in his fleet. He’d seen good men die on the field and some raise up through the ranks. They were all the same, scrappy, faces forged by rebellion and eyes that burned with a kill or be killed fire. This young man, held no sort of flame.

At least not in the forefront of his face. 

He was young, like his aide-de-camp and aspiring soldiers. However his eyes were different they were…softened. Like a child who was always curious, a smile dancing on his lips lazily without much thought. He looked more like man who was on a trip rather than joining a war. He didn’t seem angry or vindictive, he didn’t seem worried or nervous. He took in the campsite, the American soldiers and then looked over George with tenderness no stranger ever showed him before. “A pleasure.” Lafayette crossed towards George, the General had his hand out for him but instead of the routine shake of a hand Laf wrapped his arms around his neck. He placed two soft kisses on either side of George’s face. “I’ve heard so much of your greatness, Sir General.” 

Baffled, Washington blinked dumbly while Hamilton, his aide to his right, poorly stifled his laughter. Warmth swelled on his throat and face, keeping the General mute for a moment. Tenderness was not a common gesture in war…he had almost forgotten what it was like to be touched so kindly in truth. It was a sort of kindness Lafayette wore well. “The pleasure is all mine…” George smiled, trying to peel his thoughts away from Laf. “I’m elated to know we have supporters in France…it will do us will in the Revolution.” 

“When I heard America was fighting for her freedom, I had no choice but to answer her call to arms…she fights for all of us, no?” Lafayette’s eyes seemed to dim in their tenderness. In such a short time, George had gone from awing at Laf’s incredible ability to retain a carefree softness, to watching it fade and now wishing it would return. 

George watched as those eyes that seemed so innocent now seemed to darken. So there was a solider behind the frills of a good looking lad. Of course he was handsome, he had that European air to him. Stood a little too straight, smiled a little too kindly, touched a little too liberally but Washington didn’t seem to mind that all. “Are you cold?” He asked just as an exceptionally chilly wind kicked up the tail ends of their jackets. 

“Oh…oui” Lafayette nodded once, “ a tad” 

“Come, we’ll converse more inside.” He held out his arm and as if this was no more stranger than the breaths George slowly took in to steady his heart, Laf walked over and ducked under the arm. 

“Very well” Laf looked up at the General as his arm protectively whisked the French man to private quarters. 

“Hamilton, get the Roch Marie–” 

“Lafayette will do…” Laf gently corrected the beloved General, taking a spot on a chair, rubbing his hands for warmth. 

Washington looked at him and shook his head a bit, the naivety was refreshing. No one other than his dear aide Alexander spoke to him so freely. It was a welcomed casual tone that reminded him after the war…he was still just a man. “Hamilton will you kindly find Lafayette some throws.” 

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Naps of Monmouth

a/n: drabble stretch, get the writing juice going early.  summary: after the battle of Monmouth, George is eager to see one of his boys safe and sound w/c: 2448 warning: uneditted draft

The smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air around the blood stained fields of Monmouth. George watched as Molly feverishly carried around a cast iron water pitcher and ladle, waddling to the remaining soldiers who lived. Barely.

The battle was set to be doomed. George Washington had left General Charles Lee in charge of recapturing the New Jersey post. However, when Lee was faced with the British military waiting for them, the American’s roughly 1000 foot men versus the skilled British that ranged about 1400-1600 of them. He retreated. The hasty retreat not only costed them most of their footing but dozens of men, dying in the line of fire while Lee was the first to escape with his musket between his legs like a cowering dog. God had been gracious, Washington and his aides were nearby. Hamilton had received word Lee’s disastrous retreat was underway. In a fit of rage Washington bounded on horse back towards the field, commanding Hamilton to let Washington’s dear, French aide know that he was needed on the battlefield.

George had managed, his capable Generals managed to push the British back for another battle. The casualties mounted on both sides. If it wasn’t the bloodshed it was the heat, men dropping to the ground dead. In the midst of battle George emptied his mind. He …loved the fight, he loved the sound of war ever since he was a child. Violence was all he understood, all he knew until he met the aftermath in there face. Then he learned to empty his anger on his enemies and leave it on the battlefield, dead along with them. Washington dragged his feet, reunited with a few of his Generals when Molly wondered over to him. “Thank you, Miss Molly” George brought the ladle to his lips and took three long gulps of water. The cool liquid barely made a dent in his dry throat, his body soaked in sweat but still for the moment the cold rush cleared his muddled mind. “Thank you for being here for our men, we truly are in your debts.”

“Anything for your men…I only wished God had been kinder on a day like today….the sun never beat down so hard…your men…” She turned and watched as the still able carted off their fallen comrades. Hamilton in the midst of the body count. He was never queasy around death. He knew him well, like an old friend. “Dyin’ in hell’s heat like that…”

“Fight would have ended sooner if I had came sooner…” Washington closed his eyes, how could he let Lee take this command? He should have listened to Alexander. He should have known, Charles Lee was no general. He was a coward and had no place in his army. “Your a brave woman Molly. Your husband must be proud.”

“If my husband was out here…I’d want someone looking out for his soul too.” Molly pulled her iron pitcher back and began to turn to aid other soldiers when Washington stopped her short.

“By chance…have you see Major General Lafayette?” In a moment of clear mindedness George realized among his generals Lafayette had not been accounted for. He had seen the young, brilliant Frenchman on the back of his white stallion, bounding in westward on the field after Hamilton had sent for his assistance. After that…he was lost in the sea of redcoats and canon fire. The little woman shook her head, then apologized, leaving George so she may help other men. In that moment George felt unease. Had he… No, Gilbert was skilled, beyond his years. Same age as Alexander but twice the military experience. He loved his boy, Hamilton, like a son but he knew Hamilton never fought until now. Lafayette was different, he was bred for war. Looks had been deceiving to George, he remembered at first sight he saw a youthful, sweetened boy but when placed in the face of foes he was an Angel of death.

He wouldn’t have died by the hands of the British. But the Heat… It was over 100 degrees out, men were dying just from pure exhaustion from the fight and after. Their hearts giving out from hell they faced here on battle. Suddenly George was moving, his eyes scanning through his muddy, uniformed men, the ones who were living…and slowly looking down at the ones who were dead. His heart sank every time he approached a body. His face was unreadable, he used over forty years of habitual masking to keep himself from falling prey to emotional distress.

“Sir.” But there was one person who’s job was to read his mind. “Your Excellency” George cringed at formality from someone he regarded to be his son. “What troubles you sir? Have you drenched your throat yet? Molly has been passing around a pitcher of fresh water and…” He met Washington’s stern, tired, deep set eyes as he glossed over the bodies covered with tattered white sheets. “…over 90 now…only over sixty are from gunfire…almost two dozen from heat”

“I see.” Washington stood out, his poor men. How he wished he could have been here sooner…

“Shame that Lee isn’t among the first to have died, how I would have loved to toss a cloth over his face so he could finally do his hiding properly…six feet under.” Alexander gritted his teeth, even more livid that George by the complete hypocrisy that was the ‘leadership’ of General Lee. Washington’s face went red, not from the heat, that ungodly rage of his. Hamilton could almost see his hand twitch for his sword as if ready to put Lee down himself. But there was a hesitation, not his usual deep breath to steady himself. No, something in the forefront of his mind that brought him back. A worry. “Ah…” Alexander took a knowing step away from the General. “He’s not here, sir.”

“What.” George’s eyes slid to his young aide-de-camp.

“Surely, your Excellency.” Washington rolled his eyes, having half the mind to tune Hamilton out. “You did not put Marquis de Lafayette at the head of battle and think him to be naive enough to die out here? No, you surely would not have sent that young, doe eyed French nobleman to his untimely death.” Alexander smirked watching his General tense up. “Lafayette took his men to a nearby river to cool down, I heard he lost the least amount of men out there, I would search the banks, there is a chance they are still there.”

“I…see.” George felt little ease in speculation that Lafayette was alive. He had to see it for himself.

“I would have stayed by the lapping banks of the rivers too after a fight like this…I’ll man your post until you return with your beloved junior General.”

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Alliance (1)

Hunger Games Jamilton AU. Thomas thought he’d spend his first night in the arena alone

Thomas crouched in the underbrush, watching the night sky curiously. As the anthem played, he became more and more anxious— he tried to recall the number of canons he heard throughout the first day. There were at least seven or eight during the bloodbath then a few more during the day. It seemed the careers were determined to eliminate the competition right away. He cringed at the thought. He was fairly tall for his age, his body filled out and toned, but with no skill to go along with it, he was rightfully worried.

As the faces of the dead flashed through the sky, Thomas held his breath. He hadn’t really formed any alliances, but seeing the face of his district partner illuminated across the arena, wasn’t exactly something he wanted. After a few minutes it was over, and he was looking up at only smoky darkness.

Angelica seemed to have been spared, and for that he was grateful. Perhaps if he could meet up with her, they could win the games together, as was allowed this year. He knew it wasn’t always the case, so he should count himself lucky. Angelica had proven to be strong and skilled, earning herself a training score of nine. Thomas’ own score had been a seven— lower than his partner’s but decent, at least in his mind. His one hope was to reunite with her; she was quite honestly his best shot.

His thoughts were suddenly torn away from the black starless sky, from where the faces of the fallen had been displayed, and towards a rustle in the forest. He turns his head, scanning the darkness with narrowed eyes. He felt his breathing quicken as well as his heartbeat. The games were no place for someone like him, Thomas thought to himself, as he reached for the serrated hunting knife he’d been lucky to find in a bag, laying a hundred or so feet from the cornucopia.

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Under A Blood Moon

Pairing: Vampire!Lafayette x reader
 AU: Supernaturals Word Count: 1,640ish T/W: Horror, blood, gets a little spicy A/N: Here we go!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

The woods echoed and moaned of horrors waiting to be revealed. A thick blanket of darkness covered everything in possible sight, even the moon’s light was impotent to the thick tree covering above the path. You could hear your heart beating in your chest, knowing the dangers that lurked in the unseen, you were reminded of how you first met Lafayette. Though your lover was often kind and generous to you, other beings weren’t, most vampires drained blood, werewolves devoured and witches cursed. You heard a repeating, chilling screech of an owl from out of the velvet darkness in between the winds eerie breath. Keeping an attentive view of your surrounding, fear made your frame shudder, for a moment you swore you saw bright gold eyes staring from the shadows, but the instant you turned to face them, they were gone. Your footsteps soon stopped, now feeling as if you were being preyed upon. Heavy breathing, not your own began to come closer. The creature anonymous to you, could smell your fear.

“H-hello,” you whispered into the void.

A growl was the response, a deep, hungry growl. Your body now shaking and cold was frozen as an unfriendly being came into view. Pointed ears, down on all fours, canine like features covered its face as saliva dripped from its mouth. Your eyes were locked with the predator’s golden eyes. Tears streamed down your cheeks, at the feeling of your chest closing making it seem as though you couldn’t scream for help. Completely stricken with despair and fear, you cowered as it stood onto its hind legs, snarling continuously. Without warning or anticipation an abrupt gunshot echoed and filled the darkness. Falling to your knees, your chest was tight in fear as predacious being whimpered painfully and scurried back into the darkness. Ploddingly you looked back over your shoulder in fear of what was behind you. Recognizing your rescuer, the consciousness of fear was vanquished.

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‘I’m Not Gay’

Jamilton 

male x male

If you’re homophobic, get over it. 

Enjoy the gay

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“You’re so stupid. I hope you know that, mon ami.”

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Que Désirez-vous? Fics

I like having all of my fic listed in one place so this will be the post I do that with! I’ll also be updating my fics page soon enough but series aren’t broken out there so here we go:

I’ll Pick The Pieces Up Tomorrow | 2146 (PREQUEL) This is the night John and Francis end things and Alex shows up to pick up the pieces. This one-shot deals with some heavy stuff because young John Laurens was a bit more of a mess. Please check the warnings!

A Part of Myself For You | 16568 words (Part 1) Lafayette is the most beautiful food truck owner in the nation’s capital and even his continuous pining after his best friend cannot keep John Laurens from falling in love with him. The Gay Trio falling in love food truck AU no one asked for!

No Difficulty in Including You | 16947 words (Part 2) A continuation in which John Laurens watches his boyfriends fall for each other too.

You Waited Long Enough | 1750 words (Part 2.1) One shot that takes place during NDIIY. Shameless LAMS smut. 

I Would Love To Talk About Our Little Lives | 2119 words (Part 2.2) Another one shot that takes place during NDIIY. Alex and Laf go on a date!

Suffered No Diminution From Time | 35688 (Part 3) The trio’s relationship gets tested when John’s family comes into the mix and John, once again, needs to figure out what he wants.

Ma Belle Fille | 1708 words (Part 3.1) I really wanted to write Alexander wearing panties and then this emotionally fueled smut happened. Takes place during SNDFT some time between New Years and Valentine’s Day.

Love Me Even When I’m Sweaty And Gross | 575 words (Part ?) Written from a prompt for sick John! It’s what it says on the tin, tbh. From around the same time period as Spinning Like a Whirlpool.

Spinning Like a Whirlpool | 587 words (Part ?) Written from a prompt! The trio go to Pride, John overdoes it a little. His boyfriends take care of him and get him home safely. Set around a year after NDIIY but before Ma Belle Fille. 

Sugar We’re Going Down | 942 words (Part ?) John is rather distracted watching Lafayette clean the apartment so he decides to return the favor. This is shameless smut. For your reference Lafayette is wearing this. You’re welcome.

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Make Me Tremble, Make Me Shake | 3562 words | JeffMads It had been a week since the funeral, three weeks since he’d had last seen James, and Thomas Jefferson was a mess. Takes place before APOMFY.

Current word count is 82584 good lord.