#also alex's hair is EXTREMELY fluffy and adorable here

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tiny little puppet 🩵 [x]

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Unseelie Pet: 10. Chapter

Still rattled from the illusion Alex gets a comforting bath. But when he recovers Malachi uses the opportunity to humiliate him further than ever before.

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Content warnings: dehumanisation, humiliation, non-consensual touching (not sexual), drugging (faerie food), mentions of torture

Tagging: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @whumpsideblog @frnkieroismydaddy @slaintetowhump @thewhiteraven73 @galaxywhump

After a while Alex’s crying calmed down to a quiet sniffling, and his panic subsided.

“Look at how dirty you got yourself again, such a careless pet,” Malachi chided gently, picking a few twigs out of Alex’s hair.

“S-sorry,” Alex mumbled, feeling ashamed. Malachi was right, his escape attempt had left him and his clothes soiled with dirt and sweat.

Malachi tutted. “We’ll have to wash you again, won’t we? Would you like me to give you a bath again, just like we did yesterday?”

Alex nodded shyly. It was weird to hear the bath being referred to as having happened yesterday, to him it felt as if weeks had passed since then. He remembered not being happy about it at the time, but right now he craved the feeling being taken care of, an assurance that he wouldn’t be abandoned and left for death, as well as the warmth of the water. Even though the dark cell hadn’t been real, he still felt its cold in his bones.

He followed Malachi to the bathroom, obediently took off his clothes, not even hesitating this time, and slipped into the tub. Malachi was rummaging around in a cabinet somewhere behind him, and he turned to look over his shoulder expectantly. Malachi chuckled when he saw Alex waiting so eagerly for the part he’d hated the most less than a day ago.

“Such a demanding pet already,” he mused and knelt down next to the tub. “How delightfully adorable.”

This time Alex had no troubles relaxing right from the start as Malachi washed him, melting readily under the Fae’s soft touches. He had been so starved for any kind of touch or attention during his isolation and was almost overwhelmed to receive so much of both now. He also loved listening to Malachi talk, the soothing voice and gentle praise reminded him again and again that he wasn’t alone anymore. His calmness increased even further when Malachi began to feed him pieces of freshly baked bread and other delicacies.

Seeing Alex’s much greater enjoyment compared to the day before, Malachi decided to give it more time and washed him very slowly and thoroughly, making sure to praise him for his lovely behaviour ever so often. When he was finally done he almost had to coax the drowsy human out of the warm water. He took his time towelling Alex off until his skin was dry and rosy, then helped him into a fluffy bathrobe to keep him warm.

“Will you comb my hair again?” Alex mumbled, blinking sleepily.

Malachi smiled. “Of course, darling,” he said and gently guided Alex back into the bedroom. “I like taking care of my pet, and I’m very proud of you for asking so sweetly.”

Alex obediently sat on the pillow in front of the bed and immediately sunk back against Malachi’s legs once he felt the familiar sensation of the comb being threaded through his hair. After the horror of his punishment it now felt like things couldn’t possibly be more perfect. He was so happy to finally be out of the cell; he couldn’t find the energy to be angry at the Fae for treating him like a lesser person. All he cared about right now was that he was warm, clean, sated and most importantly, not alone.

Although it probably wasn’t even close to night, he felt incredibly tired. When Malachi put the comb away he slowly climbed up onto the bed and allowed the Fae to tuck him in, grateful for the sense of safety the familiar gesture brought. Even the before dreaded goodnight kiss was nothing but reassuring this time, and he fell asleep before Malachi even left the room.

Utterly exhausted as he was, Alex slept deep and long, waking up on the following day when the sun already stood high. Compared to the day before the illusion of the dark cell now felt more like a bad dream than a real memory, and his mind was a lot clearer. Looking back he was embarrassed, he had acted like an absolute idiot, crying, begging and even going so far as to seek comfort with the very person that had hurt him.

He also felt stupid for blowing his chances of an easy escape, he should have known that it was useless. Just waiting for and grabbing the first opportunity he got had been a tactic that had worked on Darerca, but Malachi was of a different calibre entirely. No, his next escape attempt would need to be planned carefully if he wanted it to succeed. He would have to collect more information on the palace layout and Malachi’s schedule, making sure that he would be safely out of the forest before the Fae even noticed he was gone.

Routinely Alex dressed in the clothes that had been laid out for him and fed his breakfast to the crows in the courtyard. He couldn’t let Malachi ever catch him again. This time he had only punished him with an illusion, and despite the extreme effects it had had on him, an illusion probably wouldn’t suffice a second time. The day before Malachi seemed to have forgiven him, but Alex wondered whether that really would be all.

When the Fae entered his room around noon, he nervously got up to face him.

“How are you today, little human?” Malachi asked, stepped close and gently ran his knuckles over Alex’s cheek.

Alex turned his head away. “I’m fine.”

“That is very good to hear.” Malachi smiled. If he was disappointed that Alex’s clinginess from the day before had disappeared, he didn’t let it show. “You were so distraught yesterday; it was quite piteous.”

“And whose fault was that?” Alex snapped, fed up with the fake concern.

Malachi fixed him with a stern gaze. “No-one’s but your own, of course. Or must I remind you of your appallingly ungrateful actions? Or the way you lied and tried to deceive me?”

Alex swallowed. “No.”

“No what?” Malachi pressed.

“You don’t have to remind me. It was my fault.” Alex hated this; his mouth tasted like bile.

“Very good.” Malachi nodded approvingly. “Since you did not manage to do so before, please do tell me your name now.”

Alex looked away. This was what he had feared, now that Malachi knew ‘Kieran’ had been fake he would force him to reveal his true name.

“Well?” Malachi prompted.

“No.”

“What was that?”

Alex took a deep breath and met Malachi’s eyes squarely. “No, I won’t tell you my name.”

Malachi tsked. “That does not keep the properties, does it? How should I address you without knowing your name?”

“What, as if you don’t prefer calling me all sorts of ridiculous nicknames anyways?” Alex gave back and immediately regretted his tone when he saw Malachi’s expression.

“You are aware that I could simply torture it out of you, right?” Malachi said matter-of-factly, causing Alex to take a step backwards. “But then again, you could merely continue to lie to me, pretending to be controlled by one fake name after the other, wasting our precious time.” He sighed. “Ah, well.  It isn’t as if I’d truly require your name anyways. There might merely be a few inconveniences arising for you thereby.”

Alex didn’t like the smile Malachi gave him on that one bit. He didn’t dare to move away when Malachi stepped in close again and cupped his cheek.

“I felt quite betrayed by your unruly behaviour yesterday, and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to trust you again soon, especially not without knowing your name,” he said. “But it isn’t healthy for humans to stay inside for a long time, therefore we will have to make use of a slightly different method. Call it a precaution.”

Alex was confused as to what Malachi was referring to and stared in shock when he saw the Fae pull out a leash. He tried to jerk away, but Malachi kept him in place effortlessly with a hand on the back of his neck. Shame and humiliation burned through him as the Fae hooked the filigree gold chain into the front of his collar. He wanted to protest but knew it would be pointless.

“Now, now, cheer up, my sweet,” Malachi said good-humouredly and patted his cheek. “If you do well practising here today, I will take you outside again soon.”

What followed was one of the most humiliating experiences of Alex’s life. He wanted nothing more than to fight Malachi and refuse, but didn’t dare to upset the Fae even more than he already had. On the one hand he was very glad that no one else would see him like this while they “practised”, on the other he could barely imagine anything more humiliating than to be led around on a leash in a room. At first Malachi held the leash rather short and pulled steadily, forcing Alex to follow if he didn’t want to be chocked.

Eventually, Malachi stopped and yanked the leash down. “Kneel.”

Reluctantly Alex obeyed, internally dying of shame.

“Good boy,” Malachi praised and petted his head. “You are doing well so far.”

Alex swallowed and turned his face away; he didn’t want to see Malachi’s smugness.

“Well, what do you think? Doesn’t this just work beautifully?” Malachi asked, sounding way too happy for Alex’s taste.

“It’s awful,” Alex replied truthfully. “It’s humiliating and I hate it.”

Malachi forced Alex to look up at him with a hand twisted tightly in his hair. “Is that so? I think you should be more grateful that I allow you to walk upright and don’t make you crawl.” He smirked at Alex’s horrified expression, clearly enjoying himself.

Alex was so glad when shortly thereafter Malachi gave the leash a sharp yank again and said, “Up.”

Leading him around the room now, Malachi gave the leash more slack and seemed pleased that Alex still followed.

“Such a smart pet, learning so fast!” Malachi cooed, and Alex had to use all of his control not to punch him.

When they came close to the bed Malachi yanked down again, and Alex obediently knelt on the pillow at the foot, earning himself a head pat in praise. To his horror Malachi tied the leash to a bed post and strictly said, “Stay.” Then he left the room.

Alex shifted his weight, unsure of how long he was supposed to wait like this. He hated it, at least before he hadn’t been treated like a dog, but apparently Malachi had to humiliate him more every day. Even though he wasn’t in pain, Alex felt like crying. He hated the clinks the chain links made whenever he moved, despite their quietness each of them felt like a slap in the face.

What if that was it? What if he wouldn’t be able to escape and this was his life now? He was already a lot further gone than he would have ever expected; wearing a collar, tied to a bed post with a leash, kneeling obediently and waiting for his owner. He shouldn’t just sit here and accept it; he should fight every second and refuse to give in even one inch. But whenever he thought about fighting, he inevitably thought about the punishments as well.

When Malachi returned he was clearly pleased with Alex’s behaviour, immediately slid a hand into his hair and praised him.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” he murmured and sat on the bed, placing the tray of food he’d carried next to him. “You have earned yourself a treat.”

Of course Alex’s traitorous stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, rendering his hopes of pretending to not be hungry impossible. He obediently leaned in to take the sweet confection Malachi offered him with his mouth, closing his eyes in bliss at the marvellous taste. At any rate the faerie food would make it easier for him to forget the awfulness of his situation, at least for a little while.

[the-reynolds-pamphlets]

Purple Dress

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Alexander's Sister reader

Requested: no

Trigger warning: There is an intense make-out session and if you are triggered by being short cause you are Alex's sis and I think you would be about as tall as Madison irl, which is 5 feet 3 inches.

"Y/N, he is the most infuriating man I've ever met." Alexander yells as he enters through my front door. I am a little startled but, it is expected of my brother.

"What did Jefferson do this time?" I ask, knowing full well that his newest and seemingly most hated rival is Thomas Jefferson. He won't shut up about the man. Everytime Eliza is away or out on the town he shows up at my house and complains about his newest issue. He tells me everything and I appreciate it but ever since he got his job as secretary treasury, all he can talk about is Jefferson. All I know about the guy, besides what Alex has rather rudely said about him, is that he wrote the awe-inspiring Declaration of Independence.

"You want to know what he did? Well tomorrow me and him are to debate over my plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank. He doesn't even have a plan against it he just hates mine. The nerve!" He continues to rant and pace the room. I listen and sometimes nod or tell him my opinion.

"Can I go with you to the next meeting?" I ask, "I know that most men think women are far beneath politics but I quite enjoy them. You talk about it so often. Do you think Washington would allow it?" I am almost giddy at the thought of finally being able to experience a cabinet meeting. Alex stops pacing and thinks about it.

"That would be FANTASTIC! Jefferson thinks women aren't able to follow politics or even want to. You would absolutely blow him away. I would love to see the stupid look on his face when he sees you." He seems super happy but, I would rather not play as a pawn. I would get to go though, so I quickly agree. "Great! I’m going to ask Washington right away." He runs out the door with a giant smile on his face. I laugh at his excitement. I love when he is happy, he is always so tired or angry it feels nice to see him genuinely excited, even if I am a pawn to make Jefferson angry. I grab my coin purse and head out the door. I am not wealthy in any aspect but, I think it would be nice to spend a little money on a new dress. I mean, I want to look good in front of the president, I want him to take me seriously and respect me. I head to a tailor. On the way, I don't pay much attention, this causes me to run into a man. We both fall to the ground. I drop my purse and the few coins I had fly out.

"Oh, my apologies Ma'am!" The man says in a thick southern accent. He quickly gets up and rushes over to help me up. He looks down at the ground and sees some of my coins on the ground. He picks some up handing them to me. "I am so very sorry ma'am" I look up to his eyes and I am instantly entranced by the deep brown. I am frozen to the spot. I look up at his hair and it's so fluffy I just want to run my hands through it. I look at the ground quickly, blushing furiously at my thoughts.

"No sir, I am very sorry." I notice the cane he is holding but doesn't really seem to need. He is wearing a purple suit that someone shouldn't be able to pull off but he makes it work somehow. "I was just on my way to the tailor but it looks like I won't be able to now."

"Oh? Why is that?" The sound of his voice is so charmingly alluring.

"Well, my money is now decorating the street."

"Oh dear! You know what? I'll pay for a new dress. It is partly my fault after all." He lets out the strangest laugh and I can't help but blush. I nod, I want to disagree but I am unable to say anything. We walk to the tailor and I pick out a dress that is my favourite color. He grabs a different dress. The one he picked is the exact same shade of purple as his outfit. "I think this would look better." He winks "We can match!" He laughs and I can't help but to laugh with him. "You know what, I will just buy you both!" My eyes go wide and I open my mouth to object but he interrupts. "No, no. I won't take no as an answer. I have more than enough money. Trust me." He grabs the other dress from me and pays for them. I gently smile. This man is too good to be true. I can't wait to tell Eliza about this! I wish I could tell Alexander about the encounter but he is too overprotective. We walk out of the store and walk down the sidewalk a little.

"Here, I'll take those home." I say as I reach out. He pulls them away from me.

"Nonsense, I'll walk you home. I am not busy. Ma'am I could spend the whole day with you." When he says this my face burns. I know he sees it when he lets out a low chuckle. I turn away and he laughs again. We walk for awhile and we get to my house.

"This one's mine." I say, stopping in front of my door. He hands me the dresses.

"I don't think I ever caught your name ma'am."

"Ah, well that's because I never threw it." I say giggling to myself. He laughs. "Hopefully we don't run into each other like today."

"You got two free dresses and I got to meet a beautiful women. It wasn't that bad." He smiles widely and winks, leaving me flustered again. I let out a laugh making him laugh. He grabs my hand and kisses it. "Until we meet again." We part ways and I walk into my home blushing. I go to my room and try on the dress I picked. I love it. I try on the one the southern man gave me. I should've asked for his name. I adore the dress. Maybe it is because it's the better looking one but I think it is because it is the one he picked out and I seem to have fallen in love with him. I can't get him out of my mind. I decide I will wear this to the meeting. I hear my front door slam so I just leave the dress on so I can show Alexander. I race down the stairs. He is in the kitchen pacing. I cough. He looks up at me and disgust is written on his face. I frown.

"Do you not like my new dress. I bought it today. I want to dress nice in front of the President."

"It's not the dress, it looks wonderful on you, it the color. Jefferson wears it almost everyday. It does look beautiful on you though, it truly does, you should wear it." He gives me a hug. When we pull away, he starts rambling. "You won't believe Jefferson, he was supposed to talk to Washington about the meeting and he was late. It meant I got to talk to Washington but he was extremely late. He said he got caught up in the street by and I quote 'The most wonderful women he has ever met' can you believe him. It is probably some whore that he couldn't keep his eyes off of." I only pay half of my attention to my brother and only hear something about Thomas Jefferson being late. I just can't stop thinking of the man I met. Alexander seems to notice that I stopped paying attention. "Y/N? Y/N? Are you listening anymore?"

"Oh, I am so sorry, my mind drifted elsewhere. I am a little tired." I lie, "If you wouldn't mind I am going to go get some rest. I will see you tomorrow. Don't forget to pick me up before you go to your meeting!" We laugh.

"I won't forget. I hope you feel better in the morning. I love you."

"I love you too, goodbye." We hug and he leaves. I walk to my room and take the dress off. I change into my nightgown and lay in bed. I drift off to sleep.

I awake to Alexander knocking on my bedroom door. I get dressed into the purple dress that mystery man gave me.

"You look wonderful! I can't wait to start the meeting. Just wait till we see the look on Jefferson's face when he sees a women that knows politics!" He is giddy as we enter the carriage. We arrive to the building and he guides me inside. We enter a large room and Alex takes a seat at a desk and I sit next to him. Across from us are two other men. I look at the men and am very taken aback at the one staring me down. He looks shocked to see me here. I think I share the same look as I stare at the fantastic gentleman that bought me the dress I am currently wearing. "See Jefferson is shocked by your presence." Alex whispers. I don't tell Alex this but I don't think he is shocked because I'm a women but that he knows me. Wait...did he say JEFFERSON?! As in THE Thomas Jefferson that my brother HATES! Now I really can't tell my brother how I feel about this man. I don't pay much attention to the debate. I know Alex is losing though. He is also crossing the line.

"Excuse me! Madison, Jefferson take a walk. Hamilton take a walk. We're gonna reconvene after a brief recess. Hamilton." Washington says sternly.

"Sir?"

"A word." Alexander gets up but before he can get through the door Jefferson and Madison stop him. They talk for a few seconds and Hamilton follows Washington. I stand and walk over to Madison and Jefferson. Thomas notices and smiles widely. James notices the look and turns to look at me. He looks from me to Thomas in confusion. As I get closer, i can hear them whisper.

"James, this is the women I told you about. She is even wearing the dress I bought her."

"I could've guessed you bought it. It matches your suit. Did you tell her who you were?"

"No. I also don't know her name. I bet it's beautiful."

"Stop day dreaming Thomas." I walk closer and they stop.

"Hello sir." I state. I am extremely nervous now that I know this is my brothers enemy. Alex wouldn't even let me look at them let alone talk to them. Thomas takes my hand and kisses it.

"Hello Ma'am! You look lovely!" He winks. My face is now crimson. "I should properly introduce myself. I am Thomas Jefferson and this is my good friend James Madison."

"Well, I've heard so much about you two."

"Hopefully good things." James says.

"Well, not really. You see, I am Y/N Hamilton. Alexander happens to be my brother, and I'm sure you know this but, he doesn't like you." Thomas frowns and panic is in his eyes.

"Well, um, well I c-can assure you we aren't that bad." Thomas stutters. James's eyes go wide for a second and then he smirks. I grab Thomas's hand with both of mine and now he is the flustered one. James's smirk grows wider.

"I can assure you that I don't believe everything my brother tells me. You have no need to worry Thomas, I still think highly of you." I giggle and relief rushes over his face. James chuckles a little. I keep holding Thomas's hand.

"Well. Me and James were going to go to a café to discuss our next meeting. I was wondering if you would like to join us. You seem interested in politics. How does it sound? We are going tomorrow." I am stunned by this question. Alex had me believe that Thomas was some ass that hated women and didn't deserve the job he had. So far he is perfect, except for that part about my brother hating him.

"I would love to, as long as James is okay with that." I turn to Mr. Madison. I am still holding Thomas's hand. James nods. "It is settled than. I shall attend. My brother always talked so awfully about you, but you seem wonderful. He would never discuss big political details in front of me. You mustn't tell him anything about our encounters. I look forward to seeing you again!" I am still holding his hand. He lifts the hand I am holding and he kisses mine. I blush. I keep holding the hand.

"I am also excited for the next time I get to see you." Thomas tells me, his smile is huge.

"Y/N?!" I hear my brother shout. Oh no. He rushes over to us. He is staring at mine and Jefferson's hands. I am still holding Thomas's hand. Alex grabs both my arms and pulls. I don't let go of Thomas. He glares daggers at Jefferson. Thomas slowly pulls his hand out of my grasp. I sigh. Alexander why do you have to ruin this. "Why are you and my sister anywhere NEAR each other. Y/N, why would you want to touch this disgrace of a human." Thomas rolls his eyes at my brothers comment. "These two need to stay far away from you!"

"Alexander! You are being overdramatic. I was just introducing myself to them."

"Last time I checked, you didn't need to hold hands with someone when you introduced yourself to someone."

"Alex! Last time I checked, I was a grown women who could make decisions for myself. I know that you want the best for me but these men aren't as horrible as you've told me."

"They lie!" I roll my eyes at Alex. He grabs my arm and starts dragging me away. Thomas waves and winks at me. I wave back and turn red again.

Thomas Jefferson's P.O.V.

I watched as Y/N was dragged away. When she was out of eyesight, James elbowed me in the stomach.

"What was that for?" He laughed

"You really like the girl don't you?"

"Of course I do. I mean have you seen her. She looks absolutely ravishing in purple don'tcha think? She also has the personality to top it off." James laughed at me again. "What?"

"Thomas. You are in love." I froze for a second. I nervously laugh.

"Ha. THE Thomas Jefferson, in love? James you must be going crazy. I don't know where you would get that idea." He just rolls his eyes.

"You know exactly what I mean. I must have seen you with hundreds of women and not one has made you speechless. When she mentioned how she has been told terrible things about you, you were genuinely worried she wouldn't like you, and when she grabbed you hand, you turned red, I saw it." I sigh.

"James....You are absolutely right. I am enamoured by her. I want to see her every second of the day. I've known her for what, a day? I already wish I was courting her, hell I wish she was Mrs. Jefferson. James, she has taken control of my life in less than a day." I put my face in my hands. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see Washington. "Mr.President!"

"What is this I hear about a Mrs.Jefferson? I didn't know you were married." Washington says, slightly confused.

"Oh, no sir. I really wish I was but I am sadly not. It's just..." I sigh, "That women that was here."

"Miss Hamilton? Alexander's sister?"

"Yes sir, she was the wonderful women I spoke of yesterday. Although yesterday I didn't know she was a Hamilton. It doesn't change the fact that she entrances me but, it complicates things. Earlier I kissed her hand and Hamilton saw. He was angry and dragged her away. I just can't stop thinking about her. It's like she has full control of my mind. Hamilton is in my way." I realize that I am pouring out my feelings to my boss and stop talking.

"Son, I would normally be against lying and going behind people's backs but, I can tell you really care about Miss Hamilton and if I know Alexander then I know he would never let you see her. Sneak around with her, go to her house or she could come to yours, don't let Hamilton find out until you are far enough into your relationship to propose." I stare blankly at him. I look at James and than Washington.

"Gentlemen, I have some important matters to tend to at Miss Hamilton's place." I walk past them and straight out the door. I start walking towards the direction of Y/N's house.

Your P.O.V.

Alex drags me until we get to the carriage. We get in and ride in silence for the whole ride. It stops at my house and I get out. He doesn't follow. The carriage drives away and takes Alex with it. I go inside and change into a less formal gown. After awhile I hear a knock at my door. I open it and am pleasantly surprised when I am greeted by Thomas. He walks into my house and pulls me onto my couch.

"Thomas?"

"My dear Y/N, what I'm about to do may be going too fast for you or you might not want the same things as I do so if you disagree with me you have every right to push me away." I look at him quizically.

"Thomas what are you talk-" He interrupts my sentence with a kiss. I instantly melt into him. I grab his hair and pull him closer. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me onto his lap. We stay like this for a long time before we finally have to breathe. "T-thomas I...I...I don't know what to say. I wasn't expecting you. Although I did love the surprise." He gives me another kiss but this one was quicker.

"I talked to the President and he said, if you agreed to it of course, we should go behind Hamilton, um I mean, Alexander's back and court. If I read this situation correctly, I assume you would like me to court you?" I giggle.

"Of course. I would love that!" I pull him into another kiss. We are enjoying each other for a little when I hear my front door open. I pull away from him and he tries to pull me back into a kiss but I push on his chest.

"Is something wrong?" Thomas asked, worry in his voice. As if on cue, Alex shouts.

"Y/N? Are you in your room?"

"Thomas! You must hide!" I whisper urgently as I jump out of his lap. I pull him off the couch and push him into my bedroom with me. I shove him into my closet. As soon as I close the closet door, Alex opens my bedroom door.

"Oh, there you are. Look Y/N, I came to apologize. I know you are an adult and you don't always need me to protect you. I just don't think Jefferson is the type of man you should associate with." A noise sounding a bit like a laugh quietly comes from my closet. Alex doesn't seem to have noticed it. "I really want what's best for you, and I think that is best. I am sorry but I really think it is."

"I accept your apology Alexander. I agree that Jefferson would make a horrible suitor." The noise comes from my closet again. Alex still doesn't seem to notice.

"You know, this must've really been bothering me. I had thought I heard Jefferson from the other room when I first came in. Thank you for agreeing. I appreciate that you will stay away. No matter how much he tries to charm you, ignore him." I nervously laugh. I walk him to my front door and we say our goodbyes. I walk back to my bedroom go in. I lock the door in case my brother comes back. I go over to the closet and open it.

"Okay, Alex is gon-" He interrupts me with a kiss again. I am pushed against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck and run my hands through his hair. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He keeps me pressed against the wall. We are like this for a long while. When we finally stop I unwrap my legs from him and he gently sets me down.

"Well that was very enjoyable." Thomas states. I smack him on the arm. "What? Why did you do that?"

"That is for laughing in the closet. Alex could've heard you. Who knows what he would do if he found his rival in his sister's closet. I think Alexander might actually kill you!" He chuckles at this. "I'm serious, he could."

"I should probably be off. I left work without asking. They might need me." We both laugh. He gives me one more quick kiss and unlocks my bedroom door. He leaves and I flop onto my bed. I stare up at the ceiling and just think about Thomas.

I must’ve fallen asleep sometime while I was daydreaming about Thomas because I wake up and realize I just slept in my gown. I quickly shower and change into a brand new one. I look over at the grandfather clock in my room and realize it’s afternoon. I scold myself for sleeping so late. I hear a knock on the door and go downstairs to see who it could be. I am greeted by Thomas and James. I had forgotten that I was to join them today.

“Good afternoon Miss Hamilton!” James greets me. I smile.

“Hello James! I wouldn’t mind if you called me Y/N!” He chuckles and nods.

“As you wish.” I beam at his words and turn to Thomas. He grabs my left hand and kisses it.

“Hello Beautiful!” Thomas greets me. I blush and look at the ground with a smile on my face. He puts a finger to my chin and pushes my head up gently. “Now don’t go doin’ that! Then I can’t see your wonderful smile or gorgeous eyes!” I can only imagine the shade of red I am at his words. Nobody’s ever spoke to me like this.

“If you two will be acting like this the whole time then I’m leaving.” James says as he turns on his heel and starts walking away. Thomas grabs him by the arm and gently pulls him back.

“Now, now. We won’t be like this for the entire time.” Thomas turns his attention back to me, “Right my love?” I giggle as James rolls his eyes and sighs. I nod to confirm and Thomas chuckles too.

We walk to the café which isn’t to far away.

[ladynox]

The Great New Mexico Fake-Off (2/?)

Summary: 

Michael expands his 'clientele' to his siblings. Jury's still out on whether or not he actually tolerates them.

(Collab’d with the wonderful @beautifulcheat

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The next cake he made was a dark chocolate mint cake, for Max.  He laughed himself sick the entire time he was making it, because Max may finally be dating Liz but that didn’t mean Michael was going to stop making fun of him for being an utter dork.

He walked into the Crashdown a week later with a stupid grin on his face and plopped the cake box in front of Max. “Oh is this from that infamous baker you’re dating?” Max asked. “Yes--No! I’m not dating anyone!” Michael huffed, dropping down in the seat across from Max. “Who’s Michael not dating?” Liz asked, stopping in front of their table with a stack of dirty plates in hand. “Maria told me Michael’s got a not-girlfriend,” Max explained, absolutely delighted in, for once, being the annoying brother as opposed to being the annoyed brother. “Apparently she’s a fantastic baker and he keeps pawning off the cakes she makes for him to Maria, of all people.  Total mystery as to why.” Max gave him a look that told him that there was absolutely no mystery there, at all. “Mikey!” Liz was aghast. Michael’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the use of that nickname.

“Right?!” Max agreed, gleeful. Apparently Max-with-a-girlfriend was just a pain in the ass. “There is no girlfriend! It’s just a client for fuck’s sake!” Michael was not making cakes for Maria so she could think he was a shit boyfriend. It took almost six damn months to prove that he was trustworthy after all the shit he pulled with Lindsay, and even though they’re not dating anymore. He hated the idea of Maria badly about him.That’s not what making those cakes was about. It was about-- He must have been pouting because Liz laughed and ruffled his hair with the hand not balancing the plates. “Give me a second and I’ll grab some plates and silverware. I have to try this mystery baker’s love confections.” “I hate you,” Michael said as Liz walked off, still laughing.

“We’re just teasing,” Max said, probably feeling a little guilty about the teasing. But Michael didn’t pay it too much mind because Liz’s words reminded him of what Sanders had said before.

“It’s something you do for the people you love. Or at least can fuckin tolerate.”

Liz returned a few minutes later with some plates, silverware and coffees, and sat down next to Max. They shared a kiss before Max opened the box. “Ohhhh yes dark chocolate!” Michael was pretty pleased with himself. He’d done a great job with the dark chocolate ganache. Yes dammit, it was ganache. He’d gotten it right this time - completely smooth all around the cake. There was not one bump to be seen. He’d also been practicing piping and made a few basic flowers out of whipped ganache, adding food coloring to make them green. He’d practiced the flowers a few times before putting them on the cake too. He could draw all right in a notebook but doing it on cake with a piping bag was something completely different. They still weren’t the prettiest flowers, to his critical eye. He would not have given this cake to Maria, but for Max? It was more than fine.

“Is that mint?” Max frowned, pointing at the green flowers. Thankfully Michael didn’t have to lie. Liz had swiped her finger over a fluffy bit of flower and popped it into her mouth, to check for him. Michael privately thought that the way Max looked at Liz while she sucked on her finger was pathetic. “No chocolate,” Liz said cheerfully. Max looked like he’d totally forgotten about the cake. “It’s really good too.” She swiped up the rest of the flower with another finger and Michael was starting to worry that the table would rise six inches -- or probably more on-brand and dramatically, every lightbulb in the place would blow.

And normally Michael would be disturbed by that thought, but it did mean that Max was too distracted by Liz to pay attention to the slice of cake being deposited in front of him. He just mechanically took a bite and... “Ugh.” “What?” Liz’s eyes were wide because Max was looking at her with such disappointment in his eyes. Like when you’re playing fetch with a dog and pretend to throw the ball but the dog realizes it. That kind of disappointment. “Not funny, Liz. You know I hate mint.” “It’s not mint!” Liz repeated in response to Max’s withering look. Which Michael is pretty sure is the first time Max Evans has ever looked at Liz Ortecho with anything but blind adoration. Would their relationship survive such a shock? Would Max go home now and flog a Scarlet M on his back?

“Oh my God, Max,” Liz was saying. “I didn’t betray you--” “Et Tu --” “Oh my God Max!” She repeated with more emphasis. Now she was laughing and Max could barely keep his frown in place. Michael grabbed a fork and took a piece of cake from Max’s plate. “No, that’s definitely mint Ortecho.” He grinned.

“You’re a dick.”  Max complained.  “Did you specifically ask your new girlfriend to make this trap of a cake?”

“My friend might have been taking a few pointers.”  Michael grinned.

Liz looked like she was about to tear into him, when her attention was diverted, thankfully, by a new customer.  “Alex hey!”

Oh, crap.

Liz got up, going to hug Alex. “Is it 3 already?” She asked, glancing at her watch. “Let me go see if your order’s ready.”

“Sure.”  Alex was standing next to Michael, suddenly, looking down at them.  “Another cake, Guerin?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Michael just shrugged.  

“Apparently the mystery girlfriend shares Michael’s shitty sense of humor.”  Max said, picking around the mint parts. Michael was going to kill Max for mentioning the girlfriend again.  “Want some?  There’s no way I’m going to be able to finish it. It’s mint chocolate.”

“I thought mint was your favorite?”  Alex asked, picking up a fork so he could try it. Michael tried to perfect the art of staring at him intently but also looking extremely nonchalant. But of course Alex’s face didn’t give much away. He looked like he didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t any sort of pure pleasure, mind blown sort of look.

Liz laughed as she came back with a bag of food.  “Max is apparently a romantic idiot who drank shakes he hated for over a decade just so I wouldn’t be embarrassed.”  She said, leaning down for a kiss.  “Minty.  Stop eating it if you hate it.” “I don’t want it to go to waste.”  Max complained.  “It isn’t that bad.”  The dark chocolate was still very good, Michael knew. Rich and a little cream.

“Don’t take this the wrong way.”  Liz said, running her hands over Max’s hair… and leaning down to punctuate her words with kisses.  “But you… are a weirdo.”  

Alex laughed at them, setting his fork down.  “I’ve gotta go.”

“Lemme ring you up.”  Liz said lightly, pulling away from Max.

Alex nodded.  “Tell your girlfriend thanks,” he said, with a glint to his eye that either meant that the jig was really close to being up or Alex was jealous.

He wasn’t so optimistic as to assume the latter.

But when Liz came back he did ask her, in the most roundabout way possible, what Alex had bought. He still ended up getting an ‘oh Mikey’ look for his troubles. When he finally made her a cake, he was gonna fill it with tartar sauce.

*** Since Alex remained a frustrating enigma, Michael needed to collect more data.  And there was only so much in-person stalking Michael could do, both from a practical have-no-money standpoint and a definitely-gonna-get-caught standpoint. It was time, he realized, to start thinking outside the box, which is why he rolled by Prasong’s restaurant before they opened, during prep time.

“Prasong, my man.”  He grinned at the owner of the Thai restaurant.  

“Guerin.”  Prasong looked wary.  “I don’t owe you any freebies.”  

Michael put on his very best smile.  “I’m not looking for food.  Just looking for information.”  

Prasong looked suspicious, folding his arms, clearly waiting for Michael to spit it out.  

“Rumor has it that Alex Manes comes here once in a while?” The suspicion didn’t fade… it just got thicker.  “I need to know what he orders.” “The hell are you into, Guerin?”  

“It’s just for a project Prasong.  I promise I’m not some crazy stalker.”  

Prasong snorted.  “This is crazy stalker shit though.”  He pointed out.  

Michael sighed.  “Look, I’ll take a look at that fryer of yours for free. I know it’s on the fritz.”  

“Fryer is fine.”  Prasong protested.  

“Your egg rolls last week say otherwise.”  Michael tried to keep the smirk off of his face.  “Kinda soggy, you know?”  

“My fryer is not responsible for you taking too long to eat.” He snapped, then reconsidered.  “But… fine.  You can take a look at it.” “You’ll tell me what Alex orders?”  

Prasong rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Not my fault if he takes out a restraining order on your dumb ass.”

“Perfect.”  Michael said, turning to go.

“Hey!”  Prasong called out.  “Fryer isn’t going to fix itself.” Right.  “Just getting my tools, man.”  He called out over his shoulder.  It was gonna be a long day.  He hated working on fryers. ***

About a week later, Prasong was in the Pony.  Michael even bought him a beer before grilling him, because he was in a giving sort of mood.

“Bro he's got a boyfriend.” Prasong started, without preamble, when Michael set the beer down in front of him.

Michael rolled his eyes.  “I mean.  For now, yeah.”  

Prasong shook his head. “This is not a good road you're on bro.  I know this kind of longing, but you gotta let it go.  He don't want you, bro.”

”Well I hope you’re feeling better now that you’ve channeled Kyle Valenti during his frat boy days….”  Michael said, dryly, taking a drink of his beer.  

Prasong rolled his eyes a little.  “Oh, like Thai guys can’t be in a frat? Sigma Chi for life.”

“Gross.”  Michael laughed though.  “Fine, can you ditch the bros long enough to give me the information I need or do I need to break into your place later and re-break your fryer?”

Prasong groaned, and looked at him with something approaching pity.  “Look, drunken noodle on the house to ease the pain.”

“No takebacks Prasong.”  Michael pounced on that, because he never, ever said no to free food.  He also wasn’t about to be deterred.  “Now, spill.”  

Prasong sighed, deeply.  “Green curry, spicy, and a beer. They split Khao Tom Mad for dessert.”  

“Great.”  He… honestly wasn’t sure how that was helpful.  Maybe something coconut?  Banana?  No, that didn’t feel right.  He’d have to think about it.  Still, he got a free meal out of it, so he couldn’t complain too much.  “So I’ll pick up that drunken noodle tomorrow?”  Michael asked with a grin.  “My heart is very broken.”

Prasong looked frustrated.  “Anyone ever tell you you’re an asshole, Guerin?” “Every day of my life.”  And Michael didn’t even try to keep the smirk off his face as he clapped him on the shoulder lightly and headed over to the pool tables.

This baking habit was getting expensive, after all. ***

He knew he had to walk a real fine line with Isobel.  She had a great palate, but if he wasn't’ careful, she’d sniff him out like he was Tanqueray, and he was not ready to deal with her nosy sister bullshit.  

But if he didn’t bring her anything, that would be just as suspicious.  Especially after he brought Max something. Izzy’s page in his notebook was filled with things she liked. Sweet lattes, strawberries, everything citrus.  He just had to figure out the opposite of that.  Well, not the opposite in the sense that Max’s trap cake was, but something that wouldn’t ping her as being made for her.

He finally settled on cake pops. Well settled is the wrong word. Settled implied that Michael hadn’t chosen to make Izzy cake pops because he forgot to grease the pan for a lemon poppy cake he was making for Maria. Settled implied that Michael hadn’t been about to scrape the cake into the trash a moment before remembering that Isobel sometimes enjoyed buying cake pops at Starbucks with her overly sweet lattes.

And there was no way Isobel would know that he knew how to make cake pops. Well, he didn’t know. But how hard could it be? He understood the basics. Take a cake, smash it and blend it with frosting. He made a nice tart lemon frosting and spent what felt like eons blending until smoothed. While scrolling pinterest (another secret that couldn’t even be tortured out of him), he was inspired by lemon shaped pops. Izzy, like Maria, was all about aesthetics. The two of them were actually more similar than Michael cared to consider honestly. Trying to roll the dough into lemons was hard though and at first Michael thought he was just bad at it. But then he decided to try sticking the room temperature dough into the fridge for a couple hours. He was very proud of himself when his idea worked. The dough was much easier to manipulate once it was a little chilled.

Michael had no intention of buying fancy straws. He had a ton of paper straws in one of his junk drawers from the Thai place. Prasong was all about the environment. So while the dough was chilling in the fridge, he took some straws and cut them in half. He briefly considered trying to paint them but decided that was unnecessary and he was too lazy for it anyway. Instead he worked on some calculations for his console -- or at least tried too. He found he wasn’t quite in the mood to work on an escape plan. Instead he started watching another cooking show.

Never able to sit still for very long, Michael ended up making yellow sugar crystals with regular sugar and food coloring while watching the cooking show. It definitely made the cake pops look prettier when he rolled them gently in the sugar crystals. And finally with his make-shift ziplock piping bag, he was able to make a couple lemon leaves on each pop. Which -- if he were sharing this with anyone -- he could wax poetic about how much of a pain in the ass that was. At least 4 pops were destroyed in the attempt. But they were a delicious sacrifice. 

*** Michael stopped by Izzy’s new townhouse the next day. It was in town and smaller than she was used to, but Izzy was already well under way into making it her home. This was his second time here and the interior design had already been updated -- new paint on the walls, a couple pieces of new furniture.  The place was already a lot more authentically Isobel than the place she’d shared with Noah, brighter colors, funkier design.  It was good to see.  He’d never really liked that Stepford Wife place she had with Noah.  Though he did notice the snake plant he got her for a housewarming present was, somehow, dying.

Before he could say anything about the plant, Izzy gasped, “I’m finally getting a “not” girlfriend cake!” Michael rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. With his annoyingly perceptive sister, maybe it was better for his secret if she thought there was another woman. He put the box on the kitchen counter. Instead of spending too much time eyeing Isobel’s large, comfy kitchen, he went to rescue the plant from certain death. Izzy realized what he was doing almost immediately, laughing.  “Sorry Michael.” “You know I got this for you because you were saying you were interested in gardening.” He said, checking the soil.  Bone dry. “I mean I am but I’ve just been busy with Blaire--” “Ok. No more details.  And honestly, it doesn’t matter how busy you are, all you have to do is like water this once a month!  Also this is a terrible corner for it.  I mean, low light doesn’t mean no light.”  Chiding her, good-natured.  

“I meant to Google….” But she did stand next to him and dutifully listened to his lecture.  

“Just try to be a bit kinder to it.”  He said, shaking his head, eventually.  

“Kinder?” Izzy laughed. “You’re such a dweeb.” “Oh, shut up and open the box,” Michael said and placed the plant in a better spot with bright light.

He turned back to her just in time to see her face grow into a wide smile. “These are adorable!” Her cellphone materialized in her hand and she took a bunch of pictures from all kinds of angles.

Michael tried not to grin too big.  He was really proud of them, honestly.  “She brought them over today, and I know you like lemon, so…” “Mmhm.”  Izzy was taking a selfie of one of them up to her mouth, grinning… and then popping it into her mouth.  “So good.”

“Yeah?”  He stole another one of them, trying to feign surprise over how good they were.  “Oh hell yes.”  

Izzy laughed… and she was tapping on her phone, as she grabbed another one.  “You should make us some lemondrops.  Just complete the theme, hm?”

Michael laughed.  “A little complicated.  Maybe just a couple mimosas?” “God, Michael, you’re so boring.  You dated a bartender for like a year, did you learn nothing?”

“Why don’t you put your phone down and help then?”  He says, with a laugh.  

“Hmmm.  I guess.  Think this is good enough to post?  She turned her phone to show him the instagram post she was about to publish, that selfie with the pop, plus a bunch of others of the pops themselves. But what caught his eye was the caption.

Adorable cake pops made by my equally adorable brother.  

Oh god damnit.  Michael groaned.  “Isobel, I’ve told you..”

“Please, Michael.”  She cut him off, smirking.  “How long have I fucking known you?  You’re not a master secret-keeper.  You’re actually terrible at secrets. Are you gonna fess up?  I don’t jump into people’s heads anymore, but I have ways of making you talk.”  

“What the hell, Iz, I’m awesome at secrets.”  

To Isobel’s credit, she didn’t laugh.  Much.  “I won’t post it.  But you could stop lying to me, you idiot.”  She said, reaching for his cheeks.  “I’m potentially the future mother of your children, you know.”

He grumbled.  “Do not make fun of me for this.”  

“Oh Michael,”  she said, shaking her head a bit.  “I’m your sister.  Making fun of you is my universe-given right.”  

“I hate you,” he said, batting her hands away from his face.  “Also that’s a really weird thing to say right after saying you’re gonna mother my children.”  

“Poor baby,” she says, laughing.  “Booze will help.”  

“Nothing hard,”  he started.  Isobel raised her eyebrow. “Trying this new thing where I don’t get wasted midday.” “Baking, gardening and temperance. You really are becoming domestic.” She smirked in response to the murderous look on his face.

“Champagne it is,” she said, lightly, whipping up a pair of French 75s, with a bit of a lemon nailpolish remover twist.

“You’re so pretentious.”  He took the flute from her.

Isobel laughed, raising her glass to him.  “There’s no shame in being a fancy bitch.”  She took a sip, leveling a serious look at him.  “Look.  You can use my kitchen.  I’ve got plenty of counterspace and a kitchenaid that my creepy alien sociopath of a husband bought me because he apparently didn’t know me at all.”

“Why didn’t you get rid of that, by the way?”  He asked, looking over at it, all shiny and imposing on the kitchen counter.”  

She shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I mean, kitchenaids are expensive, and it looks cool…?  Look, you can inexpertly psychoanalyze my trauma recovery, or you can just shut up and stop looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

“I…”  Michael started.  Frowning.  It was one thing to admit he was baking.  It was another to accept help from Isobel, but… he did want to get his hands on that kitchenaid. And her fancy oven that actually had accurate temperature control.  And her stove which would be way easier to temper chocolate on than his stove.

He groaned.  Her look was more excited than smug, which is the only reason he caved.  “Okay fine.”  At least now he could stop using his powers to blend shit.

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Dating Alex Standall would include...

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- Alex was murmuring some sort of internet-meme joke when Justin made a fool of himself in class, and no one heard it except you, which was why you bursted out laughing – causing everyone to look at you oddly.

- Alex thought this was cute though, since not many people understand his humour, sarcastic and sassy.

- One day during class, he gets picked on for a maths question, to save his embarrassment of not knowing the question, you answer it for him, so he waits outside after class for you to finish asking the teacher a homework question just to say thanks for saving his ass.

“ You really saved my life in there, me and math are clearly not a match made in heaven.”

- You offering to tutor him but he turns it down bc poor Alex is too awkward at first.

- He finally gives in, and your friendship blossoms from there.

- AWKWARD ALEX TRYING TO PRETEND LIKE HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING BUT YOU KNOW HIM WELL ENOUGH AND ALWAYS HELP WITH WHATEVER IT IS HE’S STRUGGLING WITH.

- You catch him staring at you in class and he plays it off by ‘dropping’ his pen on the floor or faking a massive cough fit. (This is how I personally deal with awkward situations LMAO)

- Everyone being suspicious on how he was acting towards you.

“I have to cancel our study session today, I’ve got a date – well hopefully I do.”

“Who’s the lucky girl, Standall?”

“I was actually hoping it’d be you…” FKN SWEETHEART I CAN IMAGINE HIM SAYING THIS AND PLAYING WITH HIS JACKET SLEEVE AND STARING ON THE GROUND IT’S SO CUTE

- Sending each other SO MANY memes. And I mean SPAMMING LEVEL.

- Poor Alex getting teased so much when you guys became official. Mainly because the boys were not used to Alex talking to girls.

- A lot of the guys try to flirt with you to piss Alex off for fun, but their tactics don’t work on you – bc Alex is an angel and you’re so grateful to be his girlfriend.

“They’re idiots, don’t worry about them,” he says, before putting his arm around your shoulder and walking away.

- Alex needs to vent A LOT, because he keeps a lot of his emotions inside, and being the kind hearted person that you are, you’re always there to listen.

- When either of you are sad, it’s an automatic call for a cuddle session, usually on the couch, usually with pizza delivery and usually with a massive fluffy blanket.

“Wow you seem like you love that blanket more than me. Why are you snuggling it and leaving ME, it feels like the north pole over here!”

- *The type of person that says horror movies don’t scare them but starts shaking 10 minutes in.*

- HE EATS AND PRETENDS TO LEAN IN FOR A KISS, ONLY TO BLOW HIS FOOD BREATH AT YOUR FACE

- You being the first person to ever see him cry, and the sight of him in such despair broke you heart.

- However, even though it’s you, he still has trouble with confiding his thoughts with you. Especially when he thought that you’d be sick and tired of what he thought, was a whiny attitude.

- You and Alex would never have fights, unless it was about him keeping things from you; him not wanting you to be upset or think badly of him, or leave him for his insecurities.

- You’d have to reinforce it to him SO MANY times, but don’t worry, he’s improving.

- You guys pull strengths from each other – in other words, he completes you and you make him feel the same. Alex doesn’t really have anyone to rely on, to trust, to love, but that changed when he met you. But this also means that he is extremely scared of losing you.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes Alex, and I love you too!”

“Please don’t ever leave me, I know I’m not perfe-”

“ALEX STANDALL. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE WE TALKED ABOUT THIS, I LOVE YOU”

- ALWAYS asking for your opinion about EVERYTHING. Clothes. Studying. Life. Name it.

- He’s always texting you in the middle of class whenever you guys have different subjects, 99.8% of the time it’s bitching about how boring school is, or how annoying everyone is or that he’s counting down the minutes until he gets to see you.

- SARCASM ON SARCASM ON SARCASM. THIS BOY’S MIDDLE NAME MIGHT AS WELL BEEN SARCASM.

- You getting slightly scraped when you fell to the ground trying to separate his fight with Montgomery in the carpark.

- When he saw the cut on your elbow, he could have thrown Mr Porter into Montgomery’s Jeep and try to beat the shit out of Monte but he didn’t want to leave you hurt and by yourself.

- As much as you love Alex, he is incredibly stubborn and will refuse to believe that he is ever wrong, until you start ignoring him and that’s when it finally makes sense to him.

- Forehead kisses bc even though you’ve been dating for a while, the bOY IS STILL AWKWARD AF SOMETIMES so he just goes for the forehead, he finds it affectionate and adorable. (Plus he wants to smell your hair bc it’s always a nice flowery scent)- weird but very true

- Resting his head on your shoulder, or lying on your lap, explaining to you his dilemma of dorky things.

“ I don’t know whether I should read the Harry Potter series again, or watch the movies AND THEN read the books!” He says frustratedly.

“Why should it matter, goodness you’re such a geek!”

“I’m a cute one though.”

“I’d have to agree on that.”

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[potter-imagines]

Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)

Your boys would be the sweetest in the world

Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French

“Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”

Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.

Here's how your multiple turtle purchases would go down...

Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart. “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head. “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”

Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses

Cuddle sessions

You’d probably have a chores chart

John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four

They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved

Random surprises at work

It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out

Movie nights galore!!

Giving the boys massages after long hard days

Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson

“He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-” “Alexander!”

Doodling with John in your free time

Braiding the boy’s hair

“My love, are those flowers that you’re-” “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”

Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him

Thousands of group selfies

You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared

The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other

“That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.” “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”

They’d love to baby you despite your protests

After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you

Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented

Shoulder kisses

The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting

You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing

But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode

He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf

But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down

“Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”

This would be Alex’s snapping point

Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight

The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them

Morning showers together

The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills

After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods

Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.

“Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”

Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation

“He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”

He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often

Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys

John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands

Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.

Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.

Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters

I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times

Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression

“Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?” “Herc now is not the time-” “A pork chop.”

John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out

Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them

“Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself. “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you, “Right you are, John.”

Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.

Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side

Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys

But let's be real, the sex would be outstanding

Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways

Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He's also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.

Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words

Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He's to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.

But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up

Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast

Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.

Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker

In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough

Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions

He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in

You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.

So many kisses

Exploring the city together

Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things

It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed

And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John

Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need

Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want

But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)

It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’

Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.

Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.

The boys all had different drunk types

Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.

“Y/n… can you please cuddle me?” “Jack gimme kisses.” “Hercules can you make me pizza?” “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!” “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”

John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.

Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.

Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.

Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.

The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.

Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.

John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.

There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.

Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.

You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.

You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV

Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.

Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.

You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight,   “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.” “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after. “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present. Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man's hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk, “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!” “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”

But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

Hope you liked it! 

- Daizy xx

[faewhump]

Unseelie Pet: 1. Prologue

While involuntarily attending a ball at the Unseelie Court the human Alex meets Lord Malachi. Charmed by the beautiful and alluring Fae, Alex only realises his true intentions when it’s already way too late...

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Warnings for this part: mentions of torture, drugging (faerie food)

The moment the Unseelie Fae smiled at him across the room Alex knew he that was in deep, deep trouble. Of course he’d been in trouble before already, it was impossible to deny that with the lesser faerie that cornered him, but in truth it had started even before he’d come to the Unseelie Court. After how horrible his experiences with the Unseelie Lord Rían had been, he’d sworn himself to never seek out the fair folk ever again and to just stay out of the woods all together for good measure. Following his escape from the Court, he had tried his best to stay hidden, and for about ten years the faerie world seemed to have forgotten about him. But of course it hadn’t stayed this way.

About a week ago an old acquaintance of his had delivered a message from the Seelie Court which they served, offering him a favour in exchange of his services as a spy at the upcoming equinox festivities at one of the Unseelie Courts. Apparently, they had feared that any faerie spy of theirs would be detected immediately, and so they needed a human who already knew their way around and therefore wouldn’t attract attention. Of course Alex had declined, no favour they offered was big enough to make him consider ever setting a foot near such a place again, but eventually the thinly veiled threats against his family and friends had convinced him.

Despite how jarring it was to be surrounded by faeries again, at first everything seemed to be going well. He had snuck into the beautiful palace without any problems, and due to his purposeful walk all faeries simply assumed that he was nothing but a servant running an errand for his master and paid him no mind. He had successfully infiltrated the main ballroom, where he inconspicuously listened in on the conversations around, trying to find out where and when an attack on the Seelie Court was supposed to take place – in case such a plan even existed. Everything had been going so well, he had even managed not to think too much of the human pets some of the faeries held by their sides, but of course it couldn’t have been that easy.

No, the part where this awful experience had truly deteriorated was when Darerca recognised him. The lesser faerie had been one of Rían’s vassals and was quite intrigued to see her Lord’s escaped human sneaking around at this Court, promptly deciding to confront him - and so Alex had suddenly found himself cornered by one of the faces that still haunted his nightmares. He’d tried his best to bargain with her, but Darerca seemed quite set in her objective to punish him for his escape by torturing him to death. The faeries that had overheard their exchange curiously turned towards them, excited for the prospects of a promising entertainment. That was when the Unseelie Fae joined them.

“Excuse me,” he said, elegantly sliding up to Alex as the surrounding faeries moved out of his way. The man’s immaculate glamour clearly marked him as High Fae, not a single of the many faerie traits he surely possessed showed, making him look almost perfectly human.

“Lord Malachi,” Darerca said, standing up a little straighter.

“Darerca,” Malachi greeted, his cultured voice and easy smile sending shivers over Alex’s back. “What is going on here?”

“Nothing,” Darerca replied a bit to quickly. “This human belongs to Lord Rían, so I wanted to have some fun with it, give everyone a show.”

“I don’t belong to anyone!” Alex protested. He immediately regretted his outbreak when the High Fae’s dark eyes turned on him, the intensity of their gaze almost palpable on Alex’s skin.

“Hmm, it seems to disagree,” Malachi remarked, and Alex bristled at being referred to as an ‘it’. “Besides, Rían has been gone for a decade now, so any claim of ownership he might have had doesn’t hold much weight if he isn’t here to defend it.”

Darerca looked like she wanted to object but didn’t dare to disagree with Malachi. All the faeries that had waited excitedly for Alex to get tortured had dispersed again, clearly afraid to get involved in the argument. Alex swallowed, this Lord Malachi must be a very, very powerful and high-ranking Fae to evoke such strong respect.

“Come with me, human,” Malachi said in a tone that brooked no resistance and turned to leave.

“No!” Darerca called and stepped forward to block Alex’s way.

Malachi turned back slowly. “Is there a problem, Darerca?” he asked and raised a perfect eyebrow.

“Of course not, Lord Malachi,” Darerca pressed out, grinding her teeth in anger, but didn’t move again when Alex walked around her to follow the High Fae.

Throwing a nervous look back at Darerca Alex quickly followed Malachi through the ballroom, faeries moving out of the Fae Lord’s way respectfully, and on along the entwined corridors of the palace. Alex’s stomach churned with nervosity, although Malachi had saved his life he knew better than to assume that his intentions were good. For all he knew, the Fae Lord simply wanted to torture him in private instead of allowing Darerca to do it in public, but he couldn’t stop the quiet hope that he merely wanted to cause mischief and would let him go just to annoy the other faeries.

After walking in silence for a while they came to a halt in front of an ornate gate, which Malachi unlocked with a golden key.

“After you,” he said politely and held the door for Alex.  

Wary, but unwilling to antagonise the Fae, Alex entered a spacious sitting room. There were comfortable looking couches and armchairs strewn around with a low table holing all sorts of delicacies in their middle. As all rooms in the palace, this one also seemed strangely alive, the wood of the walls and furniture looked organically grown, and Alex could even see greened twigs sprouting in a corner.

“Please, take a seat,” Malachi said, settling himself in a high-backed armchair. Alex gingerly sat down on the couch across him, muscles wound tight and ready to jump up any time.

“You must be horribly hungry,” Malachi stated. “Please, eat.”

He gestured towards the richly laid meal between them, flashing the frightened human a charming smile, and Alex suddenly was overwhelmed with how breathtakingly beautiful the Fae was. He had jet-black hair and equally dark eyebrows, his unnaturally pale skin almost gleamed in contrast, and he wore some of the most elegant and noble clothes Alex had ever seen. His face was smooth and ethereally handsome, looking to be about Alex’s age, but Alex knew with certainty that in truth it was closer to 300 than to 30. Of course his insane beauty was probably only due to his strong glamour, hidden underneath it there would be inhuman Fae traits of unknown horrors.

“Come on, eat,” Malachi repeated, his pose open and suggesting hospitality.

Alex hesitated, he had experienced the bewitching effect faerie food had on humans first-hand already and knew that he shouldn’t take the risk of it dulling his senses. But he couldn’t deny that he was quite hungry, and the food just looked so good. Besides, refusing Malachi’s hospitality would be extremely impolite and a clear affront, especially after he’d saved his life.

Slowly Alex reached out and picked up a small bread roll from a basket, carefully taking a tiny bite. He closed his eyes as the explosion of flavour hit his tongue, the bread roll was perfectly crisp and fluffy, the warm grounding taste of the dough complemented perfectly by the mixture of spices. He must have forgotten how irresistible faerie food was, everything tasted so much more intense and delicious, from the bread and meats to the fruits and cheese, even the water was cooler and more refreshing than it had any right to be. At first he tried to eat only as little as possible, but soon found himself unable stop and didn’t even pay much attention to the Fae watching him with a slight smile.

“What is your name?” Malachi asked, breaking the spell of the food for a moment.

“A- Kieran,” Alex said, his mind thankfully still quick enough to remember to give his fake name. He had felt so smart and invincible when he’d come to the fair folk a decade ago, just because he’d thought of a fake name to use, but had quickly learned that even without the absolute control real names gave them, faeries were incredibly dangerous.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Kieran.” The Fae inclined his head. “You may call me Malachi, for now.”

Alex smiled back, the effect of the faerie food was finally sinking in, calming him and making everything seem even more intense and pretty. His initial fear and anxiety had all but passed, he felt warm and safe, only a small voice nagging at the back of his mind told him to resist and stay alert, but why would he listen to it? There was nothing to worry about, Malachi had saved him and was so nice to him, and he was so beautiful…

“You’re so beautiful,” Alex mumbled, looking away embarrassed when he realised what he’d said.

Malachi’s smile widened. “Why, thank you. You are an extraordinarily adorable human as well.”

Alex blushed shyly, only vaguely registering that maybe it wasn’t a good thing to have so much attention from a powerful Fae.

“Is that why you saved me?”

Malachi chuckled. “Partially, yes.”

“What will happen now?” Alex asked. “Will you just let me leave or bring me back to the human world? Or do you want to make a deal?”

“You want to leave already?” Malachi acted surprised. “Why that? Have I not been an accommodating host? Wouldn’t I deserve some more of your company?”

Alex licked his lips, nervosity starting to bubble up under the faerie food induced calmness. “Thank you for your offer, Lord Malachi, but I really should go.”

Malachi clicked his tongue and stood up. “The way outside is such a labyrinth, a little human like you could get lost easily.” He slowly walked around the table towards Alex. “And I would be quite sad if you left so soon. After all, I haven’t had a sweet human pet in such a long time.” With that he leaned over Alex and brushed a thumb over his cheek, still smiling.

Alex froze, the Fae’s touch felt almost electrifying, and he gradually began to realise the scale of the mess he was in.

“No, no, I have to – I want to go,” Alex stuttered.

Malachi gently placed his index finger upon Alex’s lips and said, “You can't always get what you want, little human.”

Alex was locked into place, unable to move, and he knew that he’d be panicking right now if it wasn’t for the faerie food he’d made the mistake to eat.

“Don’t worry, Kieran,” Malachi said. “I will take good care of you.”

The Fae’s unwavering smile was the last thing Alex saw before everything went dark.