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I guess if you’re willing to accept drabbles... Is it possible for you to write a Guardian Angel! Philip? Maybe comforting the reader as her parents argue and she’s crying (and hiding?) Maybe? (This sounds weird but I legit did this the other day but instead of my parents arguing, it was my brothers fighting) I’m sorry if this is too much.. ~stegosaurus anon~

I’m so sorry, Sweetie. I hope you’re doing better! (T/W: mentions of yelling / arguments)

It was loud. Too loud. You just wanted everyone to get along. Was it that difficult? Dreaming of the perfect family was only a fantasy, the bickering and arguments would never end, or so it seemed in your house. The worst part? It wasn’t your fault and being a part of the argument wasn’t even an option. All you could do was stand by and quietly observe the yelling. As time went on you learned to hide yourself away from the opposing parties. It was too painful to watch, you only wished there was a way to go deaf to the fighting.

Underneath your desk was the farthest place from the noise. You sat, knees tucked in tightly and hands pressed against yours ears. Slow, steady tears fell passed your eyelashes when you closed your eyes. Wishing for all the heartache to go away, you just wanted grounding. The noise came closer, doors slamming only increasing your anxiety. Now the tears were heavy and consistent. The noise within your own mind grew stronger. Somehow you felt it was your fault, you should do something, you’re just being dramatic, you’re just-

“Hey,” a truly angelic voice spoke, “hey there, beautiful.”

Opening your eyes, you saw a rather handsome face. Sparkling golden eyes, star crossed freckled and long ivory wings spreading out as a background to the figure. Taking in his presence, you gradually let your arms fall to your sides. He smiled, nothyper-enthusiastically, more so comfortingly. You sniffled back more tears, feeling at ease with his very body language. He was on your level, crouched down and hand extended towards you.

“Who- who are you?” You questioned, in s somber voice.

“I’m your guardian angel, Sweetheart,” he smiled once more, “you can call me Philip.”

“Philip? My guardian angel? I-I didn’t know it had one,” you blinked, taking a moment to understand.

“Everyone’s got one, Lovely, and I’m yours,” Philip assured you, “can I come closer or you wanna come out here with more stretching room?”

You were quiet, only staring in awe at a real life angel in front of you. His wings looked so soft and gently, but strong. His eyes were heavenly like stars were caught in the golden iris. His skin a golden tan, warm and comforting to you.

“You know what, I’ll come to you,” Philip nodded, tone loving.

Crawling under the desk, he tucked his wings behind his shoulders and tried his best not to knock anything off the surface of your desk. Settling next to you, he sighed happily, rather happy with himself for fitting into the small space. You noticed more than just his appearance however, since he showed up the noise had ceased. It was calm and quiet.

“What- what happened to the noise?” You turned to Philip.

“I silenced it,” he explained, “it’s my job to keep you protected, the argument doesn’t need to be in your life, so I made it go away. I’ve heard cuddling is a form of help in times like this, if you should need to.”

“I’d actually-“ you blushed briefly, “would you mind though?”

“My wings are always open, Beautiful,” Philip opened his arms for you.

Leaning into him, a swift serene sensation took over, compared to your emotions earlier it was a delightful relaxation. Philip cradled you perfectly, resting his jawline against the top of your head, hugging you with pure love. The feathers on his wings brushed against your arm like a soft blanket.

“So will you always be here?” You curled further into your new found guardian.

“For eternity,” Philip answered.

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Hamilton characters as things i’ve said/done at school

Hamilton: *looks at math classwork* fuck this, I’m not gonna do it *doing it anyways*

Burr: LOOK I AM TRYING TO TOLERATE THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE FOR ONCE AND YOU’RE NOT APPRECIATING IT

Laurens: *friend is talking about how much he’d like to kill teacher* I’d help you hide the corpse

Lafayette: I’m not even mexican what the hell

Mulligan: I’M A FUCKING GENIUS Y'ALL LOOK AT ME DOING SO AMAZING

Seabury: *standing on a chair, yelling, trying to persuade teacher to let us go home early*

King George: my life’s tearing apart and everything is going to hell but at least I’m cute

Washington: look i love you but i really can’t be behind your clumsy ass all day

Angelica: so you’re saying girls can’t do that cause they’re weak? GO AHEAD MICHELLE SHOW THEM

Eliza: *raises hand and waits to be called on even though everyone is talking without waiting for a turn*

Peggy: *texting in class* lol tf is she saying

Jefferson: do i have the face like I give a fuck?

Madison: *raises hand* uhh teacher may i go to the restroom? *she says no* good, I’m just gonna throw up all over your floor then

Philip: AHHH GOD MY YOUNG INNOCENT EYES DIDN’T NEED TO SEE THAT PROMISCUOUS IMAGE

Maria: don’t look at me teacher, I’m just another victim in this case

James R: here’s your homework, now pay up

Adams: how you are so useless in this class

Eacker: WALDO I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU SAY ONE MORE THING I’M GOING TO SHOOT YOU

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OKAY WHAT I LOVE ABT ABO IS THE SIZE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ALPHAS AND OMEGAS SO MAYBE SOMETHING CUTE WITH THOMGELICA X READER WHERE THEY PICK HER UP A LOT BC SHES SO MUCH SMALLER

I WAS SO INSPIRED BY THIS PIC BC I LOVE IT SO MUCH? i also love hazel levesque with all my heart but anyways,,,

“What are you lookin’ for?” You murmured, looking up at Thomas as he rummaged through the mail you’d left on the counter tops. He picked up the envelopes, moved them to the side, and even checked underneath them. 

Angelica was sitting beside you, looking over some stuff for work. Her curly hair was tossed in a bun and she quietly hummed as she looked over her papers. She was concentrated on her work, completely unaware of yours or Thomas’ actions. 

“Glasses.” Thomas mumbled, rubbing his head. He gave up looking around the counter and walked closer towards you in the living room. “Have you seen them, sweetheart?” 

“No.” You watched as he checked the pillows of one couch, pulling the pillows up and tossing them to the side. Still, nothing. 

He walked over to you. He started by looking behind the few pillows to your left, before he promptly reached under your arms. 

“A-Alpha!” You squealed, but remained still. You patiently waited for Thomas to finish looking beneath you. Angelica looked up at the sound of your little scream, quietly laughed at the sight of Thomas’ holding you up in front of his eyes. Your legs dangled slightly and you stared at him.

“They’re on the coffee table, Thomas,” Angelica snickered, amused at how surprised you still were as he suspended you in the air. “Put our omega down.”

You sort of nodded as confirmation. Whether it was to confirm that Thomas’ glasses were just behind him or if it was a plea to have him put you down, neither of the alphas were sure. They still found it endearing. You were so cute, so small compared to them. You were their absolute favorite to hold. 

Thomas looked back down at the table, realized Angelica was right, and started to set you down. Much to his surprise, you had reached out to hug him. He chuckled, pulled you in for a brief hug, before he set you back down beside Angelica. 

Angelica silently welcomed you back into her side. She gently rubbed your back, simultaneously making a mark along the margins of her papers.

Thomas slid the frames back on, let out a satisfied sigh as the world cleared up around him. 

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things my aunt said while listening to hamilton

alexander hamilton: “so he’s poor. how’d he get on a ship?”

aaron burr, sir: “how does he know who this man is in the first place?”

my shot: “i really like that laurens guy” (lmao me too)

story of tonight: (she stayed Silent)

schuyler sisters: “angelica seems angry”

farmer refuted: “did he just mimic a dog”

you’ll be back: “he seems kinda crazy”

right hand man: “burr just got shot down oh my god”

a winter’s ball: *uncontrolled laughter*

helpless: *whispering* “needy..”

satisfied: “see she could’ve gotten her a man but nooo”

story of tonight (reprise): “so they’re all drunk”

wait for it: “i think he’s a little over dramatic don’t you”

stay alive: “wheeee?”

ten duel commandments: “imagine if it were like that today. people talk smack and then get shot”

meet me inside: *mimicing voice* “meet him inside. meet him inside. meet him ins-“ “oh god”

that would be enough: “he just needs to stay home”

guns and ships: “what is he saying jesus christ”

history has its eyes on you: “didn’t you just get rid of him? now you want him back?”

yorktown: “i like that hercules, he’s loud”

what comes next: *audible huff* “him again?”

dear theodosia: “aw this is cute”

non-stop: “my god- SIX HOURS?”

ACT 2

what’d i miss: “a whole war”

cabinet battle #1: “i can’t tell who got burned more”

take a break: “please listen to your wife”

say no to this: “DONT YOU HAVE A WIFE?”

the room where it happens: “he’s just really dramatic”

schuyler defeated: “thats cold”

cabinet battle #2: “i hope they get in a fist fight”

washington on your side: “god damnit are they a team now”

one last time: “well shit”

i know him: “see he’s psychotic!”

adams admistration: *laughter*

we know: “how the hell do they kn- ohhh”

hurricane: “writing can’t fix everything buddy”

the reynolds pamphlet: “see you just screwed up more”

burn: “i hope he burns too, sweetie”

blow us all away: “he just fucked himself over didn’t he-“

stay alive (reprise): “what did i tell you”

it’s quiet uptown: “why did she forgive him? bullshit”

the election of 1800: “wait THIS is why they dueled?”

your obidient servant: “someone’s not happy”

best of wives and best of women: “this is cute but honey your husbands about to die”

the world was wide enough: “WHY DID HE SAY WAIT DIDNT HE JUST WANT TO KILL HIM A SONG AGO”

who lives, who dies, who tells your story: “well eliza you’re just too forgiving”

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Cabinet Battle - Hello and welcome to political screaming children ____ I used to love Ace Attorney and I still like it very much so have the beauties in the famous Phoenix Wright pose! Bonus: Burr wants to be in the room where it happes too..

Thanks for the positive feedback again. I don’t have that much time at the moment., I’m afraid, but I try my best to reply to your asks as soon as I can!

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Lin-Manuel Miranda in House MD 6x01 “Broken”

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a masterpost;

poly! headcanons :

poly! hamilsquad

s/o headcanons

s/o headcanons pt 2

drunk headcanons

nsfw headcanons

w/ an autistic s/o

w/ an autsitic s/o pt 2

w/ a chubby, insecure s/o

breakfast preferences

w/ a naive s/o

w/ a trans boy s/o

christmas hcs

nickname hcs (you to them)

sleepin’ hcs

sick hcs

birthday hcs

comforting s/o

being close friends with ‘em

w/ a s/o who has a speech impediment

going on a date hcs

w/ a s/o who sings

Keep reading

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HEADCANON MASTERLIST [Updated: April 24/17]

MASTERLIST

ALEXANDER HAMILTON

Modern Day College Students

Introducing his S/O to his friends

Sending their child to school for the first day of kindergarten

They see their S/O wearing their clothes

Getting Drunk

They find out their S/Os are pregnant

Kissing

Taking care of their S/O when their S/O is drunk

Coming out as asexual 

Defending their S/O for being insulted for their weight (chubby/larger person)

Proposing & Wedding Day

See their S/O walking down the isle

In a Poly Relationship w/ HamilSquad

Their S/O turns them on

What their S/O does to turn them on

S/O’s scared of horror movies

Insecure S/O

How they turn on their S/O

An affectionate + embarrassed easily S/O

Being protective + jealous

S/O has a 5-10 year old kid from a previous relationship

With a whiny + affectionate S/O

GILBERT / LAFAYETTE

Modern Day College Students

Being in a relationship w/ him 

Cuddling

As a dad

Introducing his S/O to the HamilSquad

Sending their child to school for the first day of kindergarten

They see their S/O wearing their clothes

Getting Drunk

They find out their S/Os are pregnant

Kissing

Taking care of their S/O when their S/O is drunk

Coming out as asexual 

Defending their S/O for being insulted for their weight (chubby/larger person)

Asking his S/O to marry him

Proposing & Wedding Day

See their S/O walking down the isle

In a Poly Relationship w/ HamilSquad

Their S/O turns them on

What their S/O does to turn them on

S/O’s scared of horror movies

Insecure S/O

How they turn on their S/O

An affectionate + embarrassed easily S/O

Being protective + jealous

S/O has a 5-10 year old kid from a previous relationship

With a whiny + affectionate S/O

JOHN LAURENS

Modern Day College Students

Introducing his S/O to his friends

Sending their child to school for the first day of kindergarten

They see their S/O wearing their clothes

Getting Drunk

They find out their S/Os are pregnant

Kissing

Taking care of their S/O when their S/O is drunk

Coming out as asexual 

Defending their S/O for being insulted for their weight (chubby/larger person)

Proposing & Wedding Day

See their S/O walking down the isle

In a Poly Relationship w/ HamilSquad

Their S/O turns them on

What their S/O does to turn them on

S/O’s scared of horror movies

Insecure S/O

How they turn on their S/O

An affectionate + embarrassed easily S/O

Being protective + jealous

S/O has a 5-10 year old kid from a previous relationship

With a whiny + affectionate S/O

HERCULES MULLIGAN

Modern Day College Students

As a dad

Introducing his S/O to his friends

Sending their child to school for the first day of kindergarten

They see their S/O wearing their clothes

Getting Drunk

They find out their S/Os are pregnant

Kissing

Taking care of their S/O when their S/O is drunk

Coming out as asexual 

Defending their S/O for being insulted for their weight (chubby/larger person)

Proposing & Wedding Day

See their S/O walking down the isle

In a Poly Relationship w/ HamilSquad

Their S/O turns them on

What their S/O does to turn them on

S/O’s scared of horror movies

Insecure S/O

How they turn on their S/O

An affectionate + embarrassed easily S/O

Being protective + jealous

S/O has a 5-10 year old kid from a previous relationship

With a whiny + affectionate S/O

THOMAS JEFFERSON

Wedding Day/Night

Cuddling

Being in a relationship w/ him

They see their S/O wearing their clothes

Coming out as asexual

Defending their S/O for being insulted for their weight (chubby/larger person)

See their S/O walking down the isle

What their S/O does to turn them on

S/O’s scared of horror movies

Insecure S/O

How they turn on their S/O

An affectionate + embarrassed easily S/O

S/O has a 5-10 year old kid from a previous relationship

With a whiny + affectionate S/O

GEORGE WASHINGTON

Wedding Day/Night

Cuddling

How he acts around his crush

Introducing his S/O to his friends

They see their S/O wearing their clothes

Coming out as asexual

Defending their S/O for being insulted for their weight (chubby/larger person)

Proposing & Wedding Day

What their S/O does to turn them on

S/O’s scared of horror movies

Insecure S/O

How they turn on their S/O

S/O has a 5-10 year old kid from a previous relationship

JAMES MADISON

Wedding Day/Night

They see their S/O wearing their clothes

Coming out as asexual

How he acts around his crush

AARON BURR

Modern Day College Students

ANGELICA SCHUYLER

Modern Day College Students

With a whiny + affectionate S/O

ELIZA SCHUYLER

Modern Day College Students

PEGGY SCHUYLER

Modern Day College Students

PHILLIP HAMILTON

Kissing

See their S/O walking down the isle

USNAVI DE LA VEGA

How he acts around his crush

Someone flirting w/ him

Insecure S/O

How they act when they have a crush

BENNY

Someone flirting w/ him

Insecure S/O

How they act when they have a crush

SONNY DE LA VEGA

Insecure S/O

How they act when they have a crush

NINA ROSARIO

Insecure S/O

VANESSA

Insecure S/O

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Me: *Finishes three page essay*

Me: Wow, I actually did it. I feel so accomplished.

Me (mentally): Eliza was able to live 50 years past her husband, understand Hamilton’s work, spoke on behalf of many fallen soilders, including George Washington, raised funds in DC for the Washington monument, spoke out against slavery, took care of her own children, plus hundreds of others from the orphanage she raised funds for and started, and outlived most of her family.

Me:….I’m a failure.

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Hamiltons mind

Washingdad: I want to give you a word of warning

Hamilton: Sir I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is Jefferson started it

Washingdad: Thomas Jefferson resigned this morning

Hamiltons mind: Holy shit it’s actually Jefferson’s fault…

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Arranged Affairs

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4

AU: Royalty (arranged marriage), modern

Pairings: Gilbert du Motier x Reader, eventual Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Word Count: 3700+ (…wow)

Tags: @a-schuylerr, @spilledkauffie, @willieverbesatisfied, @missmrene, @chateaudebelle, @akigskarth @lastfallenstar, @hello-fanfiction-goodbye-grades, @flourish-et-blotts, @brynnjaminthings, @silveryink, @tallish-hobbit, @life-inside-the-tardis, @librarychild, @bear-num-mom, @hamilton80846, @superwholocksociopath474, @psycho-b1tch, @turtlenecks-coffee, @whovianayesha

A/N: This chapter was a doozy. Shout out to @spilledkauffie for being awesome and letting me it wasn’t actually the jumbled mess I thought it was. Please, come scream at me about this chapter :) Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Ma princesse: my princess

Mon nounours: my teddy bear

Mon destin: my destiny

Ma belle princesse: My beautiful princess

Je veux etre avec toi: I want to be with you

T/W: Some fluff. Brief mentions of nightmares. KISSING??? Light snark. Angst. Oh, did I forget to mention? ANGST.

Riding horses with Gilbert was amazing; he’d been the perfect gentleman while he was with you - it had been quite a while since you’d been able to ride your horse as just a leisurely activity. He had only teased you a little as helped you into the saddle, calming your nerves when your horse got a little skittish. When he effortless hiked himself into his own saddle, you breath caught in your throat. His movements were smooth and powerful, and you found yourself light of breath at the thought of it.

As you trotted through the countryside, Gilbert told you more details about himself and the kingdom; his stories of his time as a young boy learning to become a proper prince delighted you.

“I was a terrible child,” He confessed, embarrassed. “I wanted to be a normal child, play with my toy sword and run along the countryside.” He was quiet for a moment, and you listened intently for his next words. “I jumped to many conclusions as a teenager, because I was so arrogant and moody. I never listened to the other person when I needed to.”

You had stopped at an opening to a small lake and Gilbert gently helped you dismount from your horse. “What made you listen to me?” You asked quietly, once you found your balance again.

Gilbert pushed a strand of hair away from your face. Your hair was windblown and your cheeks still flushed with laughter from one of his previous stories. “I’ve met many girls that my father wanted me to court,” He began softly. “Even when I tried to ignore you, I was still captivated by you. The other girls- you are not like them. You’re kind, and were not afraid to put me in my place at dinner. I admire that.”

After spending the entire day with him riding throughout the countryside, you realized you felt comfortable being around him. He had stayed close to you the entire time, smiling at you and giving a gentle, leading hand on your lower back. His sudden shows of affection towards you made you blush happily. You felt your feelings for him start to grow.

However, there had been a few moments throughout the day where he thought you weren’t looking, but you caught an anxious look overtaking his features. He would start fidgeting and frowning, and in all honesty it made you nervous when you caught him doing it. In an effort to preserve your good mood and contentment, you didn’t say anything about it.

Over the course of two weeks, you and Gilbert grow very close; your relationship isn’t quite romantic, but you both become very affectionate with the other, so in your mind, it’s only a matter of time before he makes a move to take things to the next level.

To your pleasant surprise, Gilbert becomes very protective of you, especially when he bursts into your room after you have a nightmare. They’ve been a recurring issue since you arrived.

“Gilbert?! What the hell are you doing in here?!” You hissed, clutching your chest and sitting up in bed. Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. “I swear, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You blushed as you realized he was seeing you in your nightwear, but fear was beginning to overwhelm as you realized he shouldn’t have been able to get passed the guards at your door.

Gilbert held his hands up in a placating manner. “Ma princesse. I’ve heard you shouting, and just wanted to make sure you are okay.” He sits down next to you on the bed and looks at you intently. “I was worried, and could not contain myself thinking you were not okay.”

You throw yourself into his arms, hiccuping slightly. “Gilbert,” You cried quietly. His arms came around you and gently pulled you into his lap. “I was so scared. People were rushing all around me, and pushing, and I didn’t even know what was going on at first. There was a man, with a knife -” He shushed you, softly stroking your hair and tucking your face to his neck. You cried quietly at the fear you still felt from the nightmare.

“I’m here, (Y/N). When I’m with you, you’ll always be safe.” His promise warms you, and it makes the fear unfurl from its tight grip around your heart.

You consider your time spent alone with Gilbert as courting dates, yet you find that Hercules has accompanied the two of you on quite a few of them.

“Is that alright?” Gilbert had asked, pulling you aside before you departed for an afternoon picnic. The weather was temperate, and you were looking forward to spending the day with him before he departed for his royal duties. Hercules had shown up at the last second, looking stunning as usual, flawless clothing adorning his body. It was frustrating how good he looked, standing next to Gilbert.

To anyone else, he would intimidate them with the confident way he held himself, but to you, who other dates with accompanying you and Gilbert - you could tell Hercules was nervous. He was dressed well, and the soft smiles and bashful eye contact he sent you was endearing. He looked very handsome.

“It’s fine, I guess.”

Gilbert looked unconvinced, and you tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Are you absolutely sure, (Y/N)?”

No! You wanted to yell. His appealing figure was distracting you from the man you were getting married to. Instead you nodded. “Of course I’m sure, Gilbert. It’s always nice to bring a friend along on a date.” Your sarcasm was apparently lost on him as he turned to beam at Hercules.

The weather was perfect and the food was exquisite, but the atmosphere between the three of you was awkward. You were unsure of how to proceed in this situation. Gilbert was stretched out on his side next to you, casually picking at the food.

“So, (Y/N). I hear Gil has been giving you private tours of the countryside,” Hercules said. He popped a grape in his mouth, looking at you curiously.

You nodded. “Yes, it’s absolutely gorgeous. This kingdom has some of the most gorgeous scenery I’ve had the pleasure to come across.” You stretched your legs out, trying to get Gilbert’s attention, but he wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were trained on Hercules as he took a bite out of an apple.

“I’m so glad you’ve gotten a chance to explore more of the grounds - there are some hidden gems around here,” Hercules said. His voice was deep and soft with contentment. Suddenly, he perked up. “You’ve ridden the horses, then?”

“Oui,” Gilbert interrupted, not even sparing a glance at you. “We’ve been out a couple times early in the afternoon. The rides are quite tiring, as you may remember, mon nounours.”

You whip your head around and narrow your eyes at Gilbert as he leans over to whisper something to Hercules. He chuckles softly and quickly pushes Gilbert off him. “Seriously, Gilbert. Don’t you have any manners? Your date is laying right across from us and you’re whispering in my ear?”

Gilbert looks properly chastised. “Sorry, ma princesse.”

You give a small smile but say nothing.

Hercules takes his leave soon after, and you’re finally alone with Gilbert. The weird, anxious behavior you’d observed from over the past couple weeks hasn’t been present all day. He seemed happy. He has a such a strong, dominating presence that you can’t help but feel safe and comforted when you’re with him.

The sun is setting below the hills, and it’s dying light illuminates Gilbert’s face perfectly. The contour in his cheeks and shading near his jawline makes him look like something out of a painting - his presence is utterly alluring. He beams at you over a glass of wine and your heart flutters with excitement.

It’s after a lovely, candle lit dinner - alone - with Gilbert that you decide to properly confess your feelings for him. The two of you finish your dessert when you bring it up.

“It’s just- I know that this r-relationship was unexepected, and we got off to a bad start when you first met me -” You paused for a moment, a rush of emotion overtaking you, “- and it’s only been a couple weeks of us bonding and getting to know each other…” You trailed off, suddenly unsure of yourself.

Gilbert got up from his chair moved to kneel down next to you. “I’m listening.” He smiled up at you, gently taking your hand in his. Your skin tingles at the innocent contact. “Go on, (Y/N).”

“I love being around you,” You confess demurely. “I love being able to talk to you, and ride horses with you through the countryside. I was so worried when I first arrived that I would be miserable.” You didn’t realize there are tears in your eyes until Gilbert wipes them away. “You’re kind and caring. Whenever I’m with you I feel safe. Y-You make me feel safe.” You make eye contact with him. “I trust you, and I… care about you a lot. You’re the prince I’ve always dreamed of.”

Gilbert stands and pulls you into a hug, whirling you through air. He laughs with such delight that you can’t even imagine his cold glares you’d received only a month ago.

“Oh, mon destin. Ma belle princesse, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I truly am,” He grinned down at you, still enveloping you in his arms. You were intensely aware of how close the two of you were. He brushed your cheeks with his thumbs and smiled tenderly at you. “I regret every moment I was ever even slightly rude to you, (Y/N).  That evening you yelled at me in the dining hall, when you put me in my place?” You blushed, remembering the scene you’d made. “I was entranced by you. You were right to say what you did - I made a fool out of myself by scorning you. It’s not something I plan to do again. Je veux etre avec toi.”

He takes your face in his hands and before you can protest at his boldness, gently kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widen in surprise and you grab the lapels of his jacket as he slides a hand down to your lower back. His tongue traces along your lips and you gasp, letting him lick into your mouth. Pulling you closer to his body, he cradles your jawline with one hand as he peppers feather light kisses down your neck, pulling a small whine from your throat. He grins against the corner of your jaw and sucks a small kiss there before pulling back to grin smugly at you. He chuckles at your stunned look and kisses you on the forehead before taking a small step back.

The words he teased you with the night after your first visit to the tailor’s echo in your head: Moi? Submissive? I don’t think so, mon destin. You’ll find that I am quite the opposite of submissive. No kidding. His display of dominance over you left you breathless.

“I- uhh, I think that Martha is expecting me soon,” You dazedly motion towards the door to the hall. Shyly, you take a step back - your lips are tingling and your neck is on fire from where he left a trail of kisses. You find it impossible to tamper your giddy smile as you make your way over to the door.

All at once, Gilbert grabs your hand and slips out the door, rushing down the hallway. “Gilbert! I- I can’t just be running around the castle with you at night! People will talk!” His grip on your hand only tightened as he lead you farther into the residential quarters. Face burning, you realized where exactly he was taking you.

“‘People will talk’? Let them talk, then!” He said loudly, making you laugh nervously. “We’re to be married soon, and -” His voice cracks slightly, “- and there’s something that I need to show you.”

You walk to a large door at the end of the corridor which you can only assume is Gilbert’s private living quarters. Two guards stand outside the door, eyeing the two of you.

“Gilbert,” You being nervously, “I don’t- I’ve never really done this- I don’t know if I can -”

He turns to you, quickly pulling you out of earshot of the guards. He has almost a frantic look in his eyes, and he quickly cups your face in his hands, trying to to calm you. “No, no, no! I suppose I didn’t go about this the best way- I did not mean to make you think I lured you here for certain forms of… love-making.” He steps closer to you as he says it.

Your lower your eyes, still ashamed that you had jumped to such an intimate conclusion. “I didn’t mean to make assumptions, but -”

“No, I understand,” Gilbert swipes a thumb across your bottom lip, gazing at you. “I will not lie and say I haven’t imagined having you spread out underneath me. You enchant me in more ways than one, but…”

“But what?”

He pulls you closer to his chamber doors. “There’s something you need to know about me. It is very important to me, a-and I want you to know about it.” His voice is strained, as if he’s incredibly nervous.

One of the guards try to stop the both of you before you enter his chambers. “My prince, I feel as if I should warn you -”

But Gilbert is pushing past him and pulling you through the door, ignoring the guard. “She’s allowed to be here. Now please, mind your post.”

You catch a glimpse of the guard’s face, slightly alarmed to see him with panicked face. “No, Prince Gilbert! Your friends are in -!” The door closes before you could hear the end of what he was trying to say. You’re too nervous to question his panicked look, and Gilbert seems so distracted he wasn’t even paying attention.

As you walk further into Gilbert’s chambers you realize how spacious everything is - you realize this is where you’ll be sleeping in less than a month. The thought makes you blush in excitement. There’s a sitting room with a large window that has a view of the countryside.

“There are some, uh, people in my life that are very important to me.” Gilbert begins. He looks nervous and he meet your eyes.

You bring a hand to his cheek, softly direct his face so you can look in his eyes. “I know, Gilbert. You’re such a good man. You treat your friends so well. I see how you act with Hercules, and it’s so - endearing.” You can’t quite think of a word to describe how you feel about how they act around each other.

Gilbert stares at you, mirroring your actions and placing one of his large hands on your cheek. “Je t’adore.” Despite his affectionate behavior, he looks incredibly conflicted - there’s a small frown set on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, he leads you to his bedroom, throwing open the door. The room is aesthetically pleasing, the walls painted a dark blue with lighter blue accents. A huge bed was centered against the back wall.

What you weren’t expecting to see was two shirtless guys making out on the bed.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” You cried, turning away from the two of them, starting to freak out. “Gilbert, what’s going on?” You can’t even look at them because they don’t have any clothes on. It wasn’t proper for a lady to see someone who they weren’t betrothed to in such a rique state. Your head was spinning and you were incredibly confused. “I- Maybe I should just -”

Suddenly, Hercules walks out of the ensuite bathroom, clad in nothing but underwear. He does a double take upon seeing you and Gilbert standing there. “What- Gil? Princess (Y/N)!” He looks shocked. Looking over at the two men on the bed, he snaps, “Get off of each other! Christ. Look who’s here, put a fucking shirt on!”

The man on top rolled off and casually layed back on the bed. He had shoulder length brown hair and piercing green eyes. Your breath hitched when he caught you looking and quickly you trained your eyes on a point behind the headboard. You felt sick to your stomach. There were three extremely attractive, shirtless men engaging in - activities - on what was supposed to be your marriage bed. All of Gilbert’s sporatic, anxious behavior that happened whenever you mentioned Hercules or his friend now made sense.

You yanked your hand out of Gilbert’s grip and stepped away from him. “Who are these people?”

“Ma princesse -” He tried tried nervously, but you were furious.

“Stop!” You yelled. Your voice cracked a little bit and you forced yourself to stand up a little taller. “Don’t call me that. Tell me who they are.”

“Don’t yell at him, princess.” The one with shoulder length hair got off the bed, standing up to his full height. He was maybe less than an inch shorter than you, with lithe muscles lining his arms and torso. He looked at you distastefully. “I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, ma’am.”

“What are you doing?” You asked forcefully. “Why are you in here?”

Hercules moved into the room so he sat on the bed in front of you and Gilbert. “Alright, let’s just - let’s take a deep breath.” Alex snorts, laying back down on the bed. He brought his arm around the other man, kissing at his neck.

“Alex, that’s enough!” Gilbert suddenly barked. “Sit up on the bed. Both of you.” He turned to face you, trying to take your hand again, but you pulled it to your chest, taking another step away from him. His hand falls back to his side, twitching slightly. “You already know Hercules. The loud rude one, that is Alexander. He’s the personal secretary to my father. He is sweet, if not a little…territorial. And last but certainly not least, John Laurens. He is the son of one of the nobles on the High Court.” Even through his nervousness, he looks at all of them with adoration - the same kind of look he was giving you at dinner. It hurt you to see this.

“You still didn’t answer me,” You say lowly. “Who are they?”

He swallows. “My lovers.”

“Your - lovers?” Your voice cracks a little bit and you close your eyes. “What?” Don’t cry. Deep breaths. “All of them?”

“Yes, all of us,” Alexander says meanly. His legs are spread and the sight of it makes you uncomfortable. You take another step closer to the door. “John, Hercules, Gilbert, and I. We’re all in a polyamorous relationship. We’ve been together for months - long before the announcement of Gil’s engagement came along. We were happy. Now? Not so much.”

“Alex,” Hercules said warningly.

“What? It’s true,” Alex continues. “We’re happy the way the way we are. Gil waited too long to tell her. He didn’t even want to speak to her, he’s only doing it now out of guilt.”

You looked at Gilbert, who averts his eyes. He hasn’t said a word.

You drop into a chair, trying to control your breathing. This was all too much, too fast. The one-eighty emotional cartwheel you’d been on for the last few minutes was giving you whiplash. It was like you had been doused in cold water.

“I wanted to tell you, princesse, I swear,” pleaded Gilbert, “After our first ride through the countryside together, I wanted to be careful. I didn’t want to say anything more that would distance myself from you.” Alex snorts disbelievingly from the bed and you stare at him, shocked.

“‘You didn’t want to distance yourself’?” You whisper disbelievingly. “So you waited until after I fell in love with for you to tell me you’re in a relationship with three other men?” You swallowed around the lump in your throat. “Do you know how stupid that sounds? You lead me into your bedroom after romancing me and kissing me after dinner, telling me how lucky you are to have me - only to show me three men shirtless in your bed!” You’re openly crying in your chair at this point.

Gilbert stands there, at a loss. He looks at the others - John shrugs helplessly and Alex only gives him a smug look. Hercules narrows his eyes at Alex.

You wiped away your tears and stood from the chair. “You played me,” You said lowly. “This entire time we’ve been getting to know each other, you were just stringing me along, weren’t you?” You were confused and upset, but more than anything you felt betrayed.

“No! I didn’t want this to be -”

You turn away from him. “Everything feels fake now. I can’t believe I told you about my feelings, and you kept this from me,” You whispered. “When you kissed me tonight, I thought I could really trust you completely.”

“You can,” He says, voice strained.

Shaking your head, you start backing out of the door. Hercules gets up from the bed, puts a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. “I don’t even know how to begin to handle this.”

Hercules calls out to you as you turn and walk out into the sitting area, but you ignore him. Your ears are ringing and you feel like you’re zoning out. Pushing past the guards outside the door, you rush down the corridor.

By the time you were in your own chambers, you were crying openly. Laying on your bed, staring at your ceiling as tears streamed down your face. Your mind screamed at you to go back to Gilbert, apologize for storming out and kiss his cheeks until you saw his gorgeous smile - but then you thought of Alexander and how he sneered cruelly at you, and John who hadn’t said anything at all.

The thought of Gilbert kissing and sleeping with Hercules and the other two men while he was courting you and giving you his shy smiles and flirty touches made you want to cry again. You felt cheated, like the others were making a fool out of you when Gilbert came back to them at the end of each night.

You fell asleep to the memory of Gilbert’s smile after he had kissed for the first time. Maybe in the morning you’d wake up and find that this day had just been a nightmare.

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Lin-Manuel Miranda in House MD 6x01 “Broken”

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✨More Comic-Con pics that I owed you~!✨

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Take A Break tbqh

I’m 99% sure this has been done before but oh well

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GodGwash and reader drabble please?

Waking up, you squinted at the bright illuminance of the room. Sitting up in an unfamiliar bed, your head pounded. Groaning as you opened your eyes you saw a wall of glass and part of the New York City skyline outside. Were you in the city? That’s not where you lived. Looking around you saw the white silk sheets underneath you along with the fluffy white duvet comforter.

“What the-“ you whispered to yourself, pulling the covers back and stepping out of bed.

You had a comfy pair of pyjamas on. Something you didn’t remember having the night before. Walking quietly out of extravagant bedroom you tiptoed through the hallway, making it to the kitchen, you were stopped by a sudden voice.

“Ah, finally up at two in the afternoon, with a mild hangover headache, as predicted of course.”

You turned to see who was speaking, it wasn’t anyone you knew, though he was pretty attractive.

“Hah, yeah,” you smiled nervously, “crazy night last night, right?”

“For you perhaps,” he raised an eyebrow.

Now you were really confused.

“Sorry, who are you?”

He chuckled a little, getting up come meet you where you were. You felt a very strong presence. It wasn’t bad. It was almost comforting, yet slightly intimidating.

“You’ve been tampering with the darkness. You’ve met angels and demons alike, even the devil himself in disguise. Who does that leave left?”

“You’re kidding me,” your jaw practically dropped.

“You may call me George, as that’s my name here,” he smiled, “but you’ll be staying with me for awhile in an attempt to get you back on the right path.”

“But I have things to do, my job, my friends,” You held your arms out.

George chuckled.

“Yes, yes, I know you well enough to understand that you won’t want to be stuck here,” he nodded, “so I’ll be going with you.”

“With me?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Take it as a privilege,” he shrugged, “not everyone gets to walk with God.”

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Spooky!

Here’s all the Supernatural Being AU’s (Vamps, Witches, Demons etc.) I’ll try to keep up with this masterlist! P.s It’s linked in my main masterlist too!

Alexander Hamilton: Vampire!Feeding Vampire!Where/HowBite Demon!Au

Philip Hamilton: Vampire!Reader Vampire!Fluff Siren!AuHCs Siren!Bathtub Siren!SomeoneFindingOut Incubus!Au Demon!Reader

Thomas Jefferson: Vampire!Feeding  Demon!HCs Demon!Horns Demon!TouchingHisHorns DemonxAngel!ReaderTurnOn DemonxAngel!reader Demon!Argument Demon!Teasing Demon!Cuddling Demon!SendingHimNudes Demon!Angel!ReaderSharingABed

King George III: Vampire!Feeding

Lafayette: Vampire!FirstFeeding Vampire!HCs Vampire!Angst Vampire!Where/HowBite Incubus!Morning Succubus!ReaderSmut Vampire!ILoveYou

John Laurens: Vampire!Feeding Angel!Au Angel!AllergicToFeathers Angel!HugsAndKisses Demon!Horns Vampire!Where/HowBite Incubus!Teasing

James Madison: Vamp!Feeding Demon!AuSmut Incubus!Au

Hercules Mulligan: Vampire!Feeding Witch!Reader Succubus!ReaderNeedy Vampire!Where/HowBite

George Washington: God!Au

Poly!Relationships: Hamilsquad: Vamp!OverFeeding

The LADIES: Maria Reynolds: Succubus!Au

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How about 18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” with John?

Thanks for the request nonnie!  Let me know what you think!

You’d gotten the call on your way home from work.  Eliza was ecstatic.

“Y/N he proposed!  Alex proposed!”  She was hiccuping a little, little sobs escaping between the laughter.  You were happy for her.  Happy for them.  You wished her the best and let her know that you were always available to help.

“Do you want me to tell John, or is Alex going to tell him?”  Needed to know the answer before you got home.  Needed to know how long you had to prepare yourself.

“Alex is taking the guys out tonight to tell them.  I was going to do the same thing, but Angie is in France still and Peggy is still working nights, so I figured I’d just call you.  We can get together later and do brunch or something.”  You thanked her.  Pocketed your phone.  Kept walking home.

Fifteen minutes later, you unlocked the door to a dark and silent apartment, no sign of your boyfriend.  Dropped your things off on the kitchen counter, a note hanging from the fridge caught your eye.

Hey Baby -

Alex called, wanted to grab drinks tonight.  Not sure when I’ll be back, so don’t stay up.  x John

You opted to ignore the growing pit in your stomach.  Tonight wasn’t going to be pretty, especially with the alcohol.  Pulled out some leftovers, heated them up, instead of thinking about how to handle the impending disaster.

Nine episodes of Brooklyn 99 later, the door slammed open.  Keys were thrown across the table.  Boots chucked into the corner.  Fist slammed against the wall.

“John?”

“I thought I said not to stay up?”  The alcohol and the anger made his accent thicker, slower.  It wasn’t hard to imagine he was one of the Good Ole Boys.

“It’s not that late yet.  And I wanted to talk to you.  Is that a crime?”  

He stood in the doorway behind the couch.  You had to turn your head to see him, and what you saw didn’t surprise you.  John had always been a confrontational drunk, and it appeared he’d gotten into a minor scuffle or two on the way home.  

“Let me guess.  Precious Eliza already told you the happy news.”  Spit out the name like poison and sneered at the thought of their engagement.   “Well you don’t have to worry because I’m perfectly fucking fine.”

As he spoke, he leaned forward, eventually throwing off whatever balance the alcohol hadn’t taken away.  As he tumbled into the back of the couch, you quickly got up and shuffled to the back to help him.  You grabbed onto his arm, trying to help him up, but he shoved you away.

A small shriek left your mouth as your shoulder rammed into the wall.  

“Don’t fucking touch me.”  The words cut like glass.  He’d spoken to others like that before, it’s the voice he used when he wanted to get into drunken brawls.  Generally it was directed at strangers and creeps, but now it was directed at you.  

Despite the voice in your head telling you not to take the bait, you couldn’t stop the words spilling from your mouth.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

It was impossible to miss the way his eyes sparked and the way a twisted grin appeared.  You were giving him what he’d been wanting for hours: a fight.

“What’s wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact the man I’m in love with knows and doesn’t give a shit so I’m stuck settling with someone like you.”  He stalked closer, causing you to back into the wall.  Weren’t sure if you were relieved when you hit the wall or not.  Didn’t know if the hit you were expecting would hurt worse than words coming out of his mouth.

You just stared up, wide-eyed, surprised that he’d admitted what you’d expected all along.  Some part of you hoped that he hadn’t meant for you to be second-best. But with his words kept repeating themselves over and over, ringing in your ears, swirling around, making you tired and dizzy and pissed and a million other things.

“You bastard.” You straightened up, squared your shoulders.  If a fight was what he wanted, then a fight was what you’d give him.  

But before you could get another word out, he was laughing, dark and bitter.

“Come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t know. You knew that Alex always came before you.  But you were happy to be the backup.” He scoffed, his eyes full of disdain.  “And you know what? I only asked you out because I felt sorry for you.  You followed me around like a love sick puppy for years.” He shook his head as he thought back to your college years.  “God could you be any more pathetic?”  He stared down at you for a long minute, practically buzzing with the anticipation of a fight.  

His words had drained every ounce of fight out of you.  You’d gone from pissed to heartbroken within a few sentence.  

“Aww what’s the matter?”  He asked mockingly.  “Is the little baby gonna cry?  Did I hurt your feelings?”  He stuck out his bottom lip, and balled up his fists to rub at his eyes, mimicking a crying child.  

That was the last straw before the tears began to fall.

You tried to scurry away, but John grabbed on tightly to your arm.  Tight enough that you were sure there would be bruises.  

“Going somewhere?  And here I was thinkin’ you loved me.”  

“I do love you.”  You ripped your arm out of his grasp.  “But you’re really making me wish I never met you.”  And then you darted off into the bedroom, locking the door, and throwing some clothes into a bag.  You weren’t sure where you were going to go, but you sure as hell weren’t staying here.  

As you passed through the living room on your way out, you passed John, sitting on the couch with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.  

“Going somewhere.”

“Yes.”

“Where you going?”

“None if your business.”

“Okay.”  He didn’t seem to disturbed by the bite you tried to put in your voice.  You weren’t sure if that was because he didn’t care, or because you couldn’t quite hide the tears.  “Good luck finding someone to put up with you baby.”  

You just stared at him, incredulous.  After a moment, he looked back up at you and made a shooing motion with his hand.  “Go on.  Leave.”  And then that twisted grin made its way back onto his face.  “Or don’t.  You’ll just end up back here anyway.  No one wants to put up with your sorry ass anyway.  Really I’ve been doing you a favor.”  

As you sprinted out the door, you could hear him laughing.