#flaminglancelot

[tos-experiences]

When you jester trying to get lynched and vote confirmed mayor to try to get lynch then MAYOR GETS LYNCH. CONFIRMED MAYOR GETS LYNCHED BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID JESTER ANTICS.

[ashilrak]

Washette: "Thought the question of an heir remains, I'd say I got lucky."? Thanks. (If you're taking requests)

The door closed, echoing in the silence. 

It was the first time George was alone with his husband to-be. The young marquis was just that, young. He was slim, tall, and beautiful. George took a careful step forward and nodded his head. “Marquis.”

“We both know that won’t be my title much longer.”

George felt the corner of his mouth lift in a half-smile. “That is true, but until then, I shall use it until you give me the honor of referring to you by your name.”

The marquis smiled. “How very noble of you.”

“I try my best.”

The marquis raised a hand. “Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

George bowed over the hand, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. “It is my pleasure, I assure you. We are to be married, I insist you call me George.”

“I am Gilbert.”

“Gilbert.” The name was unfamiliar in his mouth, but at Gilbert’s smile, George knew he’d grow to love it. “You’re quite lovely, more fair than many of the ladies I’ve had paraded before me.”

Gilbert’s laugh was lighter than air, filling the air and warming his heart. “You flatter me, George.”

“You deserve to be flattered.” George stood up and straightened his jacket. “I think we’ll be happy together. Though the question of an heir remains, I’d say I got lucky. You’re beautiful, and I’ve heard only the best of comments in regards to your character.”

A barely visible flush rose to GIlbert’s cheeks. “You are not the only luck one.”

[daily-hamilton-headcanons]

Lafayette doesn’t know the Macarena.

[believe-in-john-adams]

John Adams is real, he stole my chocolate and have it to a chair

[caretaker-au]

How much for Frisk to eat the pie?

for 499 coffees, frisk can eat and enjoy the totally safe pie.

[dirtyyanderesimconfessions]

submitted by @flaminglancelot

[tos-experiences]

[ashilrak]

For the ship one: 5, washette, preferably SFW

5. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

The heels of his hand were pressed against his eye, hard enough to cause black spots and a sort of allover pain to numb out the burn of the tears. Lafayette took in a long, deep breath - chest shaking with whatever it was that was making his body react like this.

His exhale shook too. Not smooth. Not relaxed. Too obvious he had been bawling his eyes out like a small child who had just broken his favorite toy.

Lafayette leaned back in his chair, dropping his hands to squeeze at the armrests, unable to relax. He took in a another slow, shuddering breath. Calming himself by force. He had work to do. His computer was bright in front of him, words fuzzy, yet bold and clear on the screen in front of him.

Beyond his computer, beyond his desk, was the familiar shadow of a man.

He opened his eyes. “Sir, h-how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” Washington took another step forward, shutting the door. “Are you okay, Gilbert?” 

Lafayette sighed, wanting nothing more than to be able to reassure Washington. “No. I don’t think I am.”

The carpet muffled Washington’s steps, and soon a hand was pressing against his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

“My grandmother died. This morning. She was sick. I didn’t know.” His voice was quiet, cracking on the last word.

The hand clenched down on his shoulder, and Washington’s voice was a quiet whisper. “I’m sorry for your loss. You need to go home, Gilbert. To your family.” 

He dropped his head so his cheek rested on Washington’s hand. “They don’t want me. They told me more out of obligation than actual desire.”

“They’re still your family.”

He closed his eyes, the tears returning. “I don’t want to deal with them, George.”

“I’ll go with you.”