Bound to Happen (Part 8), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: Sorry for the lack of a write-a-thon fic today, I thought I would make up for it with an early release of this?
Warnings: As always, a slow burn.
Lin knew better than to be bitter. You were right with your unspoken insistence that he was holding you back from doing greater things.
He bit the inside of his cheek at any mention of what you were working on - more computers in underprivileged schools, a bill passing that rewarded scholarships through your foundation.
You were doing amazing work, and he knew he was being selfish wishing you were next to him just in case he needed something.
He decided a complete lack of communication was best. Still, there was shoulders brushing at certain events and that one time he was out with Alex and happened to catch you in the middle of a date.
He tried to push that memory as far away as he possibly could.
The general lack of communication (even though there wasn’t a lack of wanting to communicate) meant you went an entire year without a decent conversation. A year that could have easily turned into many - maybe a re-connection at a college reunion - if it had not been for a last minute addition to a White House Poetry Jam.
With an unheard three minute hip hop spin on a founding father in his back pocket, Lin blew your socks off for the first time since In the Heights. You wouldn’t have even seen the performance had it not randomly popped up in your recommended videos on YouTube.
Which is how you found yourself typing a frantic e-mail in a caffeine-induced haze. Something along the lines of ‘what the fuck is this thing about Alexander Hamilton and how can I get involved?’
Lin read the e-mail at least twenty times before moving it to his trash folder. He couldn’t let you trickle back into his life just as he began to move on.
You had long-forgotten about the e-mail the next time you had even heard the name Lin-Manuel Miranda. A casual conversation with your parents, who had always supported your close relationship with Lin, mentioning they had watched him on House the other night.
You immediately dropped anything you had planned and tracked down the episode - which turned into two. You were ashamed of the tight hold he still held over you. You considered sending another e-mail.
You chugged a bottle of wine instead.
Time continued to pass as you continued to rise. Promotions (you didn’t even know that word and your name could go together in a sentence until now) and whispers of a successful Lin loomed in the distance.
Having the old team back together wasn’t strange to Lin. What was strange, however, was a distinct absence.
“I was thinking.” Tommy drawled, pulling Lin from his musical head space. He had exactly eight hours to figure out how to follow Alexander cheating on Eliza.
“Hmm?” Lin tucked the pencil behind his ear and closed his laptop, affording Tommy all of his attention.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Y/N.”
“Six years is a long time.” He answered, trying to fight the harsh tone. He lost the fight.
“Right. And she’s still heading that arts in public education project, right?” Lin could tell Tommy was easing into it.
Ever since you had announced your departure and Lin had moved on to other projects, you were a rather tense subject for the group. The last update Lin had received about you had been years ago about a guy you had been seeing.
Since then his life had been a strict ‘no Y/N zone’.
“What about her?” He grumbled, returning to his work with one ear still on Tommy.
“Publicly educated students seeing Hamilton free of charge.” With a sigh, Lin closed his laptop again before glancing at Tommy’s smug face.
“Set up the meeting.”
Getting a call from Tommy had been the last thing you expected on a Saturday night. A quick stop at the Public Theater, a place you hadn’t been since early In the Heights days, was requested of you and you dropped everything to make the appointment.
You didn’t know he would be there.
Sleep deprived as ever. New, shaggy hair framed his face and he looked…taller.
Tommy hadn’t aged a day from the look of it but Lin was more mature somehow. He had more experience without you by his side and while you could sense a certain hostility in his eyes, there was also a particular confidence in his steps. A confidence he started to gain with his first show, but had never blossomed this widely.
It was as if the man you had met so many years ago was just an outline and now you were looking at him all colored in. Bright and pristine - there was some coloring outside the lines and the shading wasn’t perfect but he was Lin.
You just wished you had dressed up a bit more.
“Tommy.” You whispered into his chest, a breath of solidarity as he tucked you close. A long forgotten friend. Next was Alex, who was grinning as widely as ever. He greeted you softly and passed you along to Lin.
Tommy shared a look with Alex as they stepped to the side, mumbling an excuse you didn’t care enough to listen to.
“Stranger.” You greeted. No handshake.
“Big shot.” He acknowledged, taking you in.
Your hair was shorter and darker. It was a more professional cut than the one you used to throw up into a bun at the Richard Rogers. Your clothes fit better now, you had the time and money to shop for nicer things. If the disheveled blazer was any indication, you had just gotten off work.
“Oh, uh, this-” You made work of straightening out your jacket, tugging at the sleeves to flatten them out. “Busy morning, I didn’t have time to-”
“I’m glad you’re back.” He cut in, rushed. You didn’t realized this meeting was a re-entrance into this life. You definitely wished you could have dressed up.
“Me too.” And you were in his arms for the first time in years. The hug confirmed your suspicions that he was taller - or maybe he was just standing a little straighter now. “What can I do for you guys?”
It was an absurd idea, to say the least. Thousands of public school children attending their show free of charge. Not just in New York, but wherever they performed.
And he hadn’t even finished writing the damn thing yet.
“I’m close!” Lin promised. He wasn’t, really.
After refining the details - how it would work, who would get to participate, when it would happen - there was only one last thing to figure out. Who was going to pay for it all?
“That’s where you come in.” A finger was shoved in your direction as all three men eagerly looked at you. Ah, right. The Rockefeller Foundation.
“Something like this will take months to plan and approve.” You answered honestly, watching them deflate. “But, I’m going to give as much of my attention to this as I possibly can. We’re gonna have to be in contact a lot over the next few weeks.”
“That’s fine with us.” Alex promised.
“Yeah, we missed you.” Lin added.
“Some more than others.” Tommy finished with an elbow to Lin’s side. Lin coughed to cover his embarrassment as he responded with a harsher jab into Tommy’s side.
“I’ll get started on this right away.” You stood as you checked your watch. The boys followed, all mumbling similar sentiments about how great it was to see you again.
Shrugging on the blazer you had discarded earlier, you sling your bag across you shoulder and make for the door.
“I’m running late but I’ll let you guys know when I have something for you, you know where to reach me!” You called, the quick and distant click of the door behind you signalling your hasty departure.
“So.” Tommy drawled as Lin stood in awe in the direction of the door, “Still totally in love with her?”
Lin didn’t answer, brushing past the men as he walked deeper into the theater, back to his laptop. A sudden inspiration for an Eliza lyric he had been stuck on for weeks came to mind.
I look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit.