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So uh, I went to a little art making party with some people who weren’t artists, and used the supplies that were there.

This is how I ended up painting Sheith lions with cheap Crayola water colors on paper that was NOT made for watercolors. So obviously there were some supply issues, but I still liked the result enough to post it.

As to myself I am in truth yours pour la vie

From Alexander Hamilton to Marquis de Lafayette, 3 November 1782

This quote comes from one of the two letters Hamilton wrote that mentioned Laurens’ death (the other is his letter to Nathanael Greene).

It’s an interesting letter - he writes of politics, his home life - “I have been employed for the last ten months in rocking the cradle and studying the art of fleecing my neighbours.” However he only drops two short sentences at the end on the subject of John’s death.

The letter was written almost a month after the other to Greene. He was likely still grieving, and there was the fact that his closest friend, whom he sent some of his most intimate letters and shared his thoughts and feelings to was now no longer there. I think in this line he was ‘reaffirming’ his friendship with Lafayette, almost. Just look at some of the other relationships he had throughout his life. Many of the people he cared for died or left - it was definitely going to leave him with issues over relationships with other people.

It is also one of the more close letters we have between these two (of the letters we do actually have).

 One of my favourite lines is from this is:  “Is there anything you wish on this side the water? You know the warmth & sincerity of my attachment. Command me.”


An Unexpected Journey - Appendices: Dean O’ Gorman’s Audition for Fili.

Voltron Week Day 2: Lions/Voltron

I was going to draw the actual Voltron Lions, but drawing lion versions of the paladins seemed much more fun :’D

Come Back (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

“ Can I request a third part to the poly!squad x reader fic?” 

158: “I *can’t be* happy here.”
246: “Please don’t do this.”
125: “*We* need you to forgive *them*.”
313: “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”
119: “I love you, you asshole.”

A/N: So someone requested another part to the Poly!Hamilsquad imagine, and I wanted to maybe add a little angst. I’m probs not the best angst writer, but I can’t say that I didn’t try. ; v ;

Part 1 Part 2 

Warnings: Angst, yelling, cursing

Words: 5,892

(Name) ran a hand through her hair, letting out a grumbling noise as she looked down at her chicken-scratch that she called handwriting. After being in a bit of a slump for coming up with lyrics for Lafayette’s upcoming album proposal, it was an understatement that she was getting a little frustrated.

“Love? You good?” Called Alexander from the kitchen. It was his and John’s turn to cook dinner that night, which (Name) was thankful so she didn’t have to get up from her work.

“I’ve been better, Alexander.” She mumbled, throwing her notebook from her lap and onto the coffee table. “I can’t think of anything.”

John looked over his shoulder at (Name), giving her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry to hear that, babe. I’m sure something will come to you soon.”

Yeah, right. She thought bitterly. She felt as if her writing hasn’t been its best in the past few months, and she worried that Laf was being penalized for it with his music being sold at a slower rate than usual. “I just don’t want Laf to be dropped from his label because of me not being able to write a good song for him.”

“(Name), that’s never going to happen!” Hercules called from the bedroom, as he currently put away laundry. “People love Lafayette’s voice and they love your music, the label isn’t going to drop either of you.”

The young woman sighed, leaning back against the couch and rubbing her face. As much as her lovely partners tried to convince her, the nagging feeling of letting down Lafayette would always bubble up and put her in a bad mood.

The sound of the door opening caused (Name) to turn her head slightly to see Lafayette walk in, a smile gracing his face as he noticed his songwriter on the couch. “Bonjour, mon amour.” He greeted, leaning over and pressing a kiss to (Name)’s lips.

“Hey…” She answered as the Frenchman pulled away.

Lafayette quirked a brow at (Name)’s lack of enthusiasm. “What’s wrong, (Name)?” He questioned, leaning on the back of the couch. “You seem rather… Distressed?”

“If you call worrying about getting you fired because your sales are tanking ‘distressed’ then yes.” She replied, shutting her eyes and rubbing her forehead. As she did that, she didn’t notice the flash of worry in Lafayette’s eyes.

“(Name), mon amour, that’s never going to happen. My manager is very happy with the work we’re doing.” Lafayette explained, moving around the couch to sit next to the young woman. “We’ll be fine, okay? You’re a wonderful writer.” His arms wrapped around (Name)’s waist, pulling her closer to him. “I love you, okay?” He kissed (Name)’s temple.

“Okay…” She replied, leaning into Lafayette’s hold, sighing in content in one of her partner’s embrace. While the feeling of Lafayette’s arms around her gave some comfort, she still worried. She didn’t want Laf to suffer because of her.

Hercules walked into the living room with an empty laundry basket, spotting (Name) and Lafayette on the couch together. He chuckled and walked over to the two, giving each of them a kiss on the head. “Well aren’t you two adorable?” He cooed.

“You’re just jealous that I’m holding (Name) right now and you aren’t.” Lafayette replied, sticking his tongue out at Herc.

The modern demigod laughed, giving Lafayette a smirk. “We’ll see about that later, Laf.” He spoke, causing (Name) to snicker at the Frenchman’s blushing cheeks.

“Dinner’s ready!” Alexander called, popping his head in from the doorway to the dining room. “C’ome on, don’t let it get cold!”

“Ah, mon petit lion, impatient as ever.” Lafayette chuckled, standing and helping (Name) to her feet.

Alexander huffed, pouting at the taller Frenchman. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing for now.” Answered Lafayette, planting a kiss on Alexander’s forehead. “We’ll see about later.” He hummed before leaving a gaping and blushing Alex.

(Name) smiled, reaching for Alexander’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s eat, okay Alexander?”

The novelist grumbled, shaking his head before meeting (Name)’s gaze. “You feeling any better now?”

The young woman shrugged, leaning and pressing a kiss to Alexander’s cheek. “I’ll get over it eventually.” She replied before pulling him into the kitchen with her.

(Name) let out a yawn as she rolled over to an unsuspected cold space on the usually crowded bed that was strangely empty. Cracking open her eyes, she noticed that Alexander and Lafayette, who were usually on her right, were gone.

Carefully, as to not disturb the sleeping John and Hercules to her left, (Name) slipped out of the sheets and padded out of the room. As she crept down the hall, she heard noises coming from the kitchen of the apartment.

“What am I going to tell her?” She heard Lafayette grumble, his voice thick with sleep.

“You’ll find the right way to tell her.” Alex told him. “You just can’t keep this from her for too long… You found out yesterday and you still haven’t told (Name) a thing.”

Lafayette sighed. “I know.”

(Name)’s brows furrowed as she silently made her way closer to the kitchen. She peeked around the corner and saw that Alexander and Lafayette had their backs to her as they sat at the table.

“I just don’t want her to go through more disappointment… She’s worked so hard since she’s been back.” (Name) heard the slight slur in Lafayette’s voice. Had he been drinking?

“Lafayette, the best thing you can do is tell (Name). Just say that your manager has decided to go in a different direction with songwriters. She’ll understand.”

The young woman bit her lip, turning away from the kitchen and walking back to bed. She slipped back into her position in John’s arms and tried to fall asleep. With the new thoughts bouncing around her head, she found that simple task difficult.

She flinched when she heard the returning footsteps of Alexander and Lafayette as they reentered the room. The bed shifted next to her, and she felt a hand gently rubbing her shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.” She heard Alex murmur before laying down and resting a hand on her hip.

Oui… I hope so.” Lafayette answered just as quietly.

(Name) kept her eyes shut as the two laid down to sleep.

If the guys are all working while I’m just laying around… I won’t be… I can’t be happy here. The young woman thought as she tried to slip back into unconsciousness.

It was a lot harder to get back to sleep than (Name) had wanted, but she did eventually doze during the night, but that also meant that it took her quite some time to get out of bed.

“(Name)? Sweetheart, you need to get up, it’s almost noon.” Hercules tried to rouse the girl from the sheet.

She answered with a groan.

Hercules chuckled. “C’ome on, Lafayette make lunch.”

The girl loved Lafayette’s cooking, but she didn’t know if she could face him while she knew that he was going to break the news that his manager was dropping her as his songwriter.

“I don’t wanna…” She grumbled.

“(Name). I will pick you up. Don’t think I will.” He warned, a playful smile turning the gentle giant’s lips up.

She peeked up from the pillow to meet Hercules’ gaze. Rolling over onto her back to the edge of the bed, she raised her arms to Hercules. “Please…?”

He let out a laugh before nodding. “Anything for you, sweetheart.” He replied before leaning over and picking up (Name). She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to Hercules’ cheek.

“Thank you, Herc.” She hummed as she snuggled into his hold.

Hercules walked out of the bedroom and into the hall, carrying (Name) in his arms as he went. Upon entering the living room, she spotted John sketching and Alex typing away. Lafayette must have still been in the kitchen.

“Look who I was able to wake up.” Hercules spoke, walking (Name) over to the loveseat and setting her down.

John looked up from his sketchbook, smiling at (Name) as she let out a yawn. “How’d you sleep, babe?” He asked her.

“Not well enough.” She answered, noticing Alexander keeping his eyes glued to his laptop screen. He probably couldn’t meet her gaze after knowing what he knew.

“Laf, why don’t you bring in (Name)’s plate?” Hercules called, looking into the kitchen. “Probably just to make things easier for her.”

Lafayette answered in response, soon coming in with a sandwich. “Here you go, mon amour.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s head as he placed the plate on the coffee table in front of her.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, not looking up to meet Laf’s eyes. She couldn’t even find it in herself to pick up the sandwich and eat it.

“Something wrong, (Name)?” Alexander asked, finally looking up from his laptop. “You usually love Laf’s cooking.”

She had half the mind to tell the boys her reason for her loss of appetite.

“I’m fine.” She answered quietly, still not looking up at either Lafayette or Alexander.

John’s brows furrowed. “You sure, babe? You’re still not worried about your writing, are you?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but Hercules spoke ahead of her. “(Name), like I said yesterday, you’re doing such a great job getting Laf’s music sounding great. People love your lyrics.”

Yeah, that’s why I’m being dropped. She thought bitterly

“Herc’s right, (Name)” Alexander agreed, giving her a smile

Oui… You’re the best writer I’ve had.” Lafayette added, placing a hand on her shoulder.

At the feeling of contact, (Name) flinched away from the Frenchman’s touch. “I can’t do this.” She murmured before standing from her seat.

“(Name)?” John asked, putting his sketch book down.

The young woman quickly walked to the bedroom, hearing several pairs of footsteps following her.

Mon ange? What’s wrong?” She heard Lafayette ask.

“Oh, I don’t know Laf. What is wrong?” She snapped as she yanked open the closet door, pulling out her backpack. “Heard from your manager lately? Feeling a little hungover?”

“What are you saying? (Name) why are you pulling out your clothes?!” Alexander exclaimed as he walked into the bedroom. His brown eyes widened with worry as he watched (Name) pulling garments from the closet.

“Why are you and Laf keeping secrets from me?” She countered, sending a glare at the two men.

M-mon amour-

“Your manager is dropping me, you found out two days ago and you still haven’t told me!!” (Name) yelled, watching as Lafayette’s face paled and Alexander immediately looked guilty. “I had to hear it from the hallway while you were getting drunk in the kitchen while the rest of us were asleep!!”

Lafayette opened his mouth to speak. “(Name), I was going to tell you, I really was-”

“Oh, yeah I could tell the way that we were just talking about it.” (Name) scoffed as she pulled a couple pairs of pants, shirts, and underwear from her drawer. “I can’t be with you guys if you’re not going to be honest with me, especially if you’re just going to pretend that I’m not out of a job!”

“(Name), please don’t do this.” John tried to calm her down.

She shook her head, zipping up her backpack and throwing it over her shoulder.

“Wait! Just wait!” Alexander stood in front of (Name), holding his hands up to stop her. “(Name), you can’t walk out on us just because of this! Don’t be irrational!”

“‘Irrational.’ Are you seriously accusing me of being irrational?! Alexander, writing songs is my life! The fact that the manager of one of my partners doesn’t want me to write lyrics for him anymore, it’s just… Just…” She growled in frustration, fisting her hair. “You wouldn’t understand!”

Lafayette stepped up to join Alexander. “(Name), mon ange, mon amour, I’m sorry, I really am but please, I’m begging you-”

The woman pushed past the two of them, and she felt Lafayette’s hand wrap around her wrist in attempts to stop her.

“(Name), ple-”


The sound reverberated through the silent room, (Name) could feel tears prick her eyes as she stared at Lafayette’s shocked face. His hand released the girl’s wrist and moved it to his stinging cheek.

“(Name), what the hell?!” Alexander yelled, his brows furrowing in anger. “I know you’re upset but-”

“No fucking ‘buts’ Alex!” (Name) turned to him. “Living here while the rest of you guys are being successful and just living off you guys, I can’t be happy like that!”

“But you’d be here with us!” He replied.

“If I’m not doing anything, I just can’t be happy living like that! I need to do something while you guys are working!”

“What’s wrong with having some free time on your hands?”

“It isn’t free time if I don’t have work to get back to!”

Hercules tried to step in between the two. “Guys, c’ome on. We can just talk this out.”

“(Name), stop being an idiot about this.”

The young woman let out a sound of distaste and shoved herself past Alexander. “You’re such an asshole!” She exclaimed before storming out of the bedroom and past a speechless Hercules and John.

“Fine! Fucking leave again! But if you walk out that door, I don’t want to see your face around here ever again!”

(Name) scoffed again, turning around and meeting Alexander’s angry glare. “Whatever Alex. Say what you fucking well please, seeing as it’s pretty obvious about how you don’t care how what you say affects the people around you!”

With that, the young woman grabbed her phone off it’s charger, walked out the door, and slammed it behind her.

“So… You just walked out?” Eliza asked as she handed (Name) a cup of coffee. When the girl walked out of her apartment building, she called up Eliza to ask if they could meet up. She didn’t expect the Schuyler to bring her other two sisters.

“What else could I have done? They were lying right to my face and Alexander said I was being irrational and called be an idiot. I can’t let that slide.”

Peggy gave (Name) a sympathetic smile, reaching over and putting her hand over hers. “I’m sure this will pass, (Name)… You just need a little time.”

“I don’t know about that…” (Name) replied, sighing and shaking her head. “I slapped Laf, and the way Alexander was talking, he didn’t want to see me anytime soon.”

“Well, if you ever need a place to stay, you’re welcome to our couch.” Angelica offered.

(Name) smiled at the sisters, picking up her drink and sipping it. “Thank you guys… Really.” She jumped at the feeling of her phone vibrating in her back pocket. She pulled it out to see that Hercules was trying to call her. Probably trying to find out where she was or to get her back to the apartment. She sighed, putting the phone down on the table and letting it go to voicemail.

“The guys trying to call you?” Peggy questioned, looking down at her friend’s phone.

“Hercules is at least… John texted a couple times, but I haven’t heard from Alex or Laf.” (Name) replied, sighing quietly. “Alexander is probably still angry at me and Laf… Hell, he’s probably drinking away his guilt.”

“When did he start drinking?” Eliza questioned with a quirked brow.

The young woman shrugged. “He’s always liked to have a bit of a drink every now and again, but it’s usually wine with him… He’s been drinking more scotch, though.”

“A strong drink to forget about strong feelings like guilt” Angelica gave (Name) a look of sympathy.

“I know he feels bad about keeping this whole thing from me… But I would much rather them be straightforward and honest with me… Isn’t that what a good relationship is supposed to be?” (Name) questioned as she rubbed her forehead. “I mean, I went back to them after so long, we’ve been back together for a good few months!”

“Maybe… And I’m not suggesting anything really,” Angelica spoke, giving (Name) a cautious look. “But maybe there are still some feelings of betrayal and distrust?”

“Why would they not trust me? I’m the one going through this self-confidence and capability crisis.”

Angelica nodded. “You walked out on them once, found them and said you were sorry, then after a few months you walk out on them again after having a fight. Don’t you think that was a bit rash?”

“Of course I do. But when I’m being lied to by two of the people who say that they love me, how am I supposed to trust them?” (Name) sighed, sipping her coffee again. She felt bad about walking out on the boys again. She didn’t want to do it, but she couldn’t stand being lied to. Especially by any of her boys.

Eliza gave (Name) a sympathetic smile, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “You’ll figure this out, (Name). In the meantime, you’re more than welcome to stay with us until you do.”

“Thanks, Eliza… This means a lot to me.”

Peggy pulled her sisters into her room, careful not to wake (Name) as she slept on the living room couch. “Okay, we need to get the guys over here.”

“Peggy, (Name)’s just going through a rough patch right now.” Eliza tried to reason with her younger sister.

“Eliza, she’s been here three days, and she’s miserable. She turned off her phone and buried it in her bag so she couldn’t see the messages they were sending her.” Angelica sighed, glancing over to the closed door.

The middle sister sighed, shaking her head. “What are we supposed to do? Call the guys ourselves and tell them that she’s here?” Peggy nodded, and Angelica gave her younger sister a look that screamed ‘duh’. Eliza rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest at her sisters. “Okay, fine. Who has one of their numbers?”

“I got John’s when we met.” Peggy spoke, pulling out her phone from her back pocket. “I’ll give him a call, so soon enough they’ll all be back together and everything will be good again.”

Eliza sighed, looking back to the closed door. “I hope you’re right.”

The youngest of the three sisters dialed a number and put her phone on speaker, listening to it ring before it was picked up and a voice quickly responded. “Peggs? What’s up?” John questioned.

“(Name)’s at our apartment. You need to bring her home.”

“You couldn’t have called sooner?!” John exclaimed over the phone. The sisters could hear him groan before speaking again. “Herc and I’ll be over soon. What’s the address?”

Peggy quickly relayed it to him. “We’ll see you here soon.”

“Thanks, Peggy. We’ll repay you somehow, I promise.” With that, John quickly hung up.

The youngest Schuyler looked up at her sisters and gave them both a smile. “They’re on the way.”

“I just hope this was the right thing to do.” Eliza murmured, moving to leave her younger sister’s room.

In about twenty minutes, the sisters were moving to leave the apartment as John and Hercules made their way up the elevator. Angelica thought it best if they leave so that the three members of the relationship can talk.

Angelica looked back to see (Name) still sleeping on the couch. It wasn’t surprising considering how she had been feeling.

There was a knock on the door, and Eliza quickly opened it to see the artist and the designer, both looking tired, distraught, and relieved at the same time.

“Thank you guys so much for letting us know where she was.” Hercules murmured, noticing (Name)’s sleeping form on the couch.

“Of course.” Eliza replied, smiling at the two. “Just… Take it slow, she’s still very messed up about all this.”

“Be as patient as you can.” Angelica advised.

The two young men nodded, letting the sisters leave and close the door behind them. John walked over to the couch, a relieved smile making it’s way to his face as he watched (Name)’s shoulders rise and fall with her breathing. Hercules gently squeezed John’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his head.

“It’s okay, we found her… We’re going to bring her home.” Hercules whispered to the freckled young man.

“I know.” John answered, kneeling down close to (Name) and pressing a kiss to her head, his hand moving to gently rub her shoulder. “(Name), babe… Wake up.”

The young woman stirred, rolling over onto her back. Her eyes cracked open for a moment, she blinked, and when she recognized that it was John kneeling next to her, she quickly bolted upright. “W-what are you two doing here?” She asked.

“We’re just here to talk, sweetheart.” Hercules replied, taking a spot on the arm of the couch. “We really missed you.”

(Name) looked from Hercules to John, letting out a sigh as she pulled her knees to her chest. “I missed you guys too… I’m really sorry for what I did, you guys didn’t deserve me walking out again.”

“And you know that Laf and Alex didn’t deserve it either.” John spoke, sitting next to (Name) on the couch.

She rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her knees. “That’s questionable considering they were lying to me about having a job.”

“(Name), Lafayette was worried about how you would take it, and he feels really guilty about what he did.” Hercules explained.

“And while Alexander wouldn’t admit it for the first night, he feels guilty about what he said to you. He understands what you’re feeling, and he wants you to come back.” John added. “He’s been dropped by editors and publishers before, and he just didn’t take into account how you were feeling.”

(Name) sighed, running a hand through her unwashed hair. “It isn’t just that… The only thing I know is writing songs, and the fact that Lafayette’s manager doesn’t want me writing songs for him anymore is just… Heartbreaking.”

“(Name), Lafayette fired his manager.” Hercules informed her.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Lafayette told him after the first night that if he didn’t like your songs, then he can forget about managing anymore.” John explained, smiling sadly at her.

Hercules nodded. “Ever since, he’s been drinking and camping out on the couch, and Alex has locked himself in his office… They’re messes without you home. They miss you, and want you back.”

“We all do.” John quipped, wrapping an arm around (Name)’s shoulder. “(Name), there’s always going managers, curators, editors, models, anyone is going to give us a hard time. But if we stick together, there’s nothing that the five of us can’t overcome.”

(Name) sighed, leaning into John and resting her head on his shoulder. “I know…”

“So… We need you to forgive them. We’re a family, sweetheart. We need to stick together.” Hercules reached over and put a hand on (Name)’s shoulder, giving her a smile.

She nodded, looking up at John and Hercules. She gave the two young men a small, timid smile. “Okay… I’ll come back.”

John’s face brightened and he pressed a kiss to the girl’s forehead. “Great… Let’s go home.”

Hercules nodded, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s cheek. “We’ll thank the Schuyler’s when we see them again. For now, let’s get your things together and head out.”

(Name) nodded, letting John pull her to her feet. She felt his arms quickly wrap around her in a tight hug, and Hercules did the same from behind. The young woman felt tears spring to her eyes, and she nuzzled her face into his chest. “I-I’m so sorry for walking out like that again… I-I didn’t mean to.” She whimpered.

“Shh… Baby girl we know, we know.” John murmured, pressing a kiss to her head.

“It’s okay. We understand.” Hercules agreed, resting his chin on her head. “Alexander and Lafayette will too.”

She nodded, wiping the tears that fell from her cheeks before pulling away from John. “Okay… I’m ready… Let’s go home.”

With every step down the hall, (Name) grew more apprehensive. She wanted to see Lafayette and Alexander again. She wanted to apologize, but she was worried what she would be facing. She had slapped Laf, she had yelled at Alexander, and she just walked out on them.

She had to face them again, but she was scared as hell.

“Don’t worry, (Name).” John spoke, giving her hand a squeeze. “We’re right here for you.”

“He’s right.” Hercules agreed as he carried her bag. “They’ll just be glad to have you back.”

Still, she was worried. When they reached the apartment door, her heart began to beat erratically. She looked to John, and he gave her an encouraging smile. Looking at Hercules, he gave her a comforting smile. She took a deep breath in, and opened the door.

Walking inside, she could tell that the place had gotten a little dirtier since she had been gone, but she wanted nothing more than to see Lafayette and Alexander. She could see movement from the kitchen, and guessed that it was Lafayette. She hiked up her courage and crossed the room to look inside the kitchen.

Spotting the Frenchman at the counter, watching as he reached up into the cabinet to pull down one of Alexander’s glasses. He opened an almost empty bottle of scotch and poured the last of it’s contents and quickly knocked it back. He coughed and muttered something in French as he scrubbed his face with his hand.

He looked miserable.

“Laf…” (Name) spoke, loud enough for him to hear.

The Frenchman froze for a moment before he whipped his head around. His face had paled with exhaustion, his facial hair was no longer neatly trimmed but scruffy, and his deep brown eyes were wide and frantic.

Mon amo-… (Name)” He stopped himself, gripping onto the counter to keep himself from running to her. “You’re back…”

“I am.” She answered, wringing her hands. “Lafayette… I-I just want to say that-”

She didn’t get another moment to say anything else before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her form. She could smell the scent of alcohol just falling off him. He shook with sobs and he quickly muttered something in French. She quickly wrapped her own arms around Lafayette’s form, gripping onto his shirt tightly as her own tears returned.

“Lafayette, I’m so so sorry.” (Name) murmured, burying her face into his neck, taking in his warmth and scent. “I shouldn’t have walked out, I shouldn’t have slapped you, I shouldn’t have gotten mad-”

Non, non, mon amour. You should’ve been mad, I kept something so important to you from you and you deserved to get mad at me. I should have told you the day I found out, but I was just scared.” He cried, his tears wetting (Name)’s shirt. “I should have just been honest with you.”

(Name) shook her head, she stepped back and cupped Lafayette’s cheeks, her thumbs gently wiping away his tears. She gave him a tearful smile before pressing her lips to his. She could taste the scotch, as well as the stale taste of wine that he must have had earlier that day. Lafayette gladly returned the kiss, his lips melting back against (Name)’s as if she had never left.

The two stayed like that for a good few minutes before (Name) pulled away, Lafayette’s forehead pressing against hers as his tears continued to fall down his cheeks. “What can I do to make it up to you? How can I make this up to you?” Murmured the Frenchman.

“Let me keep writing songs for you. I don’t care if you have a manager or not, one who likes me or not, just please let me keep writing for you.” She whispered, wiping away his tears.

“Done and done.” Lafayette replied a small smile cracking his sad demeanor. “And can you please promise me that you won’t leave us again? Having you gone is painful for all of us…”

“I promise.” (Name) replied, laughing through her tears as they fell. She smiled at the feeling of Lafayette’s gentle touch brushing away her tears. When Lafayette looked up, she turned to see that he was looking at John and Hercules, both of whom were watching the two with fond smiles.

“Now then, why don’t you go see Alexander?” John spoke as he approached (Name). He gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze, smiling at her.

“Right.” (Name) sniffed, feeling Lafayette press a kiss to her temple. She gave him a smile before walking past three of her boys to walk to Alexander’s office. She could hear his quick typing through the door.

Taking in a breath, she opened the door. She saw Alexander hunched over his laptop, his back to the door as he sat at the desk.

“John, I told you to stop bothering me while I’m working.” Alex growled, not looking to see that it wasn’t John who had opened the door.

(Name) gulped before responding. “It’s not John.”

Alexander’s flying fingers stilled. He stood from his chair and slowly turned. (Name) could see that he had also paled and let his scruff go wild. His hair was a mess, the dark circles under his eyes had gotten darker, and his eyes were red. He had cried over this whole ordeal.

“What are you doing here?” He muttered bitterly. (Name) didn’t answer quick enough for his liking, so he quickly repeated himself. “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”

(Name) flinched at his harsh tone, but she still held her ground, her tired eyes meeting his. “Alexander…”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He spoke, walking closer to (Name) “Do you think that you can just walk back in here and expect everything to be the same? Do you have any idea what your walking out did to to me and Laf?!”

“Alexander please-”

“You don’t tell us where you’re going or where you’re going to be!” He went on with his ranting. “Laf has been a mess, he doesn’t know what to do with himself aside from firing his manager!”

The young woman took the tongue-lashing Alexander was giving her, trying to not let her tears spill over her eyes. She deserved what Alex had to say to her after what she had done.

It was a good few minutes before he was done, and even still he was muttering things under his breath. He couldn’t even meet her gaze for a good few moments before he looked up, his red eyes meeting (Name)’s. “Why… Why did you do it again?”

“Because… I just couldn’t stand being lied to by two of the people who I’m supposed to love unconditionally and trust.” (Name) whimpered.

“Like how you left us the first time? We trusted and loved you and you walked out on all of us.” He snapped, causing her to flinch again as several tears fell from her eyes.

“Alexander… I apologized then, and I’m apologizing now… The last thing I want is to hurt any of you, and leaving three days ago was the last thing I ever wanted to. I just- I just needed to get away and think. I was alway going to come back, I just needed time!” She was full on weeping at this point, her hands moving to cover her face. “I-I love you guys so much, hurting any of you is something I would never ever want to do. B-but writing lyrics is my life, and the fact that Lafayette’s manager thought that I wasn’t good enough for him was just something I couldn’t stand for!”

Alexander watched the young woman as she cried. He noticed the other three standing in the door, Lafayette was wiping away his falling tears while Hercules rubbed his back comfortingly. John was giving Alexander an incredulous look, basically saying ‘What in the hell are you doing? Comfort her, you dumbass!’ The young immigrant sighed, rubbing his forehead before walking closer to (Name). His hands moved to hers that were still covering her face, carefully, he pulled away her hands to see her red and tearful eyes.

“(Name)… You’re such a wonderful writer… I knew that the moment we met in art school all those years ago. I’ve seen you grow as a writer so much, and your lyrics are incredible, the best I’ve ever seen. Lafayette’s manager was an idiot to do that to you, but Laf was just so scared about telling you what was happening. Herc told us that you were worried about how you hadn’t changed since you left the first time… How you were losing confidence in your writing. But I promise you, you’ve come so far.”

The girl sniffled, trying to wipe her eyes. Alexander chuckled softly before wiping away her tears for her. The boys watching made note that this was the first time Alex has smiled since she left. “A-Alex… I-I’m so sorry.” She sobbed.

“Shh… I know.” Alexander murmured, pulling (Name) in for a hug, one which she gladly took as she gripped onto his shirt. He sighed, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He let the girl cry into his shoulder while he reveled in the fact that she was home.

“I love you, you asshole.” She whimpered through her crying as she clung to Alexander.

Alexander let out a chuckle before pressing a kiss to (Name)’s shoulder. “I guess I deserved that… I love you too, (Name). I’m glad to have you home… And I’m sorry too, for everything that I said… I didn’t mean any of it, really.” He spoke, moving back to bring (Name)’s face to his so he could press a chaste kiss to her lips. His hands went to cup her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away her still falling tears.

As the two stood in Alexander’s office, pulling away from the kiss, the other three boys walked in. John put a hand on Alexander’s shoulder and Lafayette wrapped an arm around (Name)’s waist.

“Now then, since we’re all home again,” John began, smiling from Alexander to (Name). “Why don’t we all eat in tonight? It’ll give us all some time just… To be together.”

“I like the sound of that.” Hercules agreed, smiling down at his partners.

(Name) nodded, sniffling again. “I would like that too… I really would.” She spoke, wiping away the last of her tears.

Lafayette pressed a kiss to (Name)’s head. “It’s nice to have you home again, mon amour.”

“Agreed.” Alexander quipped, kissing (Name)’s cheek.

The young woman blushed at the attention she was getting, but still smiled at her four boys. “I love you guys… And I promise… For real this time, I’m not going to leave you guys ever again.”

And (Name) kept that promise, they all promised to stay together no matter what. It most certainly was kept, as stated by the rings they all wore, and the picture that they hung on their wall with all of the boys in their tuxedos and (Name) in her white dress.

anonymous asked:

Headcanon• Yuuri was once masturbating in the shower, thinking about Ice Daddy Victor™, and it felt so good that he started to scream. Yuuri's family was home, so to cover up the screeching moan Yuuri began singing— correction: he began screaming— AH Zabenya from the Lion King

Originally posted by puttskee

goodbye childhood hahaha this is fucking hilarious I’m screaming

send me your fluffy, kinky, or hilarious headcanons and scenarios (nsfw or not)

  • (Loud music playing through the Blue lion)

  • Allura: Ah, my ears! What is that noise?

  • Coran: Humans call it music.

  • Shiro: Not this human!

  • Lance: (dancing) Sounds alright to me!

  • Allura: Lance, decrease volume!

  • (Music continues)

  • Allura: Lance, SHUT UP!

170610 Dongwoo Instagram Update.

Added caption: “This time I’m the 27th like ah ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ the number almost became my ageㅋㅋ”

Sunggyu’s reply: Should’ve cut you hair earlier..
Dongwoo’s reply: Ah ㅋㅋ the lion has escaped ah ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Dongwoo’s reply: It’s 12 am now time to say goodnight

*Trans by yeolsprout. Take out with full credits.