Petition to have National Treasure 3 be Ben Gates’s search for the full Hamilton-Laurens correspondence. All of it. Uncensored versions of Hamilton’s letters and all of Laurens’ letters that we never saw. Washington had managed to compile said collection, and Ben noticed several clues during his visit to Mount Vernon in National Treasure 2 that eventually lead him, Abigail, and Riley to discover this collection. The end of the movie is Ben handing the letters to Lin-Manuel Miranda, saying, “tell their story.” Lin looks at what Ben has given him and then looks up again, tears of joy streaming down his face.
Prompt: Reader is a famous actress and gets shipped with Lin by the Internet.
Word-count: 1,643 (Ahahaha I’m a dork)
Warnings: Cursing (which isn’t new), but other than that we’re in the clear, fam.
Note: *deep breath This was a mess, and pretty fucking bad, but I’m too trash to care. Also, the response to Perks has been a little overwhelming! Like, thank you guys so much for liking it and sharing it, y’all are legit the fucking bomb. Love you all so much. Anyway, enjoy the dumb!
You were there mostly for business reasons, working out where exactly
you’ll be recording your next album (your third by now), filming a few scenes
for the new Tarentino flick (you weren’t leading, but he was apparently
insistent that he get you in somewhere),
appearing, it seemed, on every single
British late night show, talking about next career moves, (inevitably) your
personal life, projects you may or may not have signed on to.
If asked, and if you answered honestly, it was all getting a bit
exhausting. The work was a basic component of your life and you were, for the
most part, used to it, but the back-to-back interviews and the constant
appearances were going to run you to the ground if it didn’t let up.
“They want you on Graham Norton,” Nancy said, passing you your
itinerary and a few other papers as your hair was spritzed with another coat of
hair spray. “You don’t have to answer today, although it would be better if you
You quickly scanned your rather full schedule, before looking up to
allow the makeup artist assigned to you (you didn’t quite catch her name. It
rolled off like something foreign and had a lot of R’s) to swipe a bit of eye
shadow on your bottom lash-line. After a few more tweaks, it appeared she was
done, passing you the mirror as she began packing up. The look was what you
usually wore for evening appearances, so it passed your requirements quite
The itinerary was, quite frankly, routine and therefore didn’t receive
as much attention as the rest of the stack Nancy handed to you. There were a
few scripts, and you cast them aside with care, knowing that at this point
there was barely time to really check them over. There was a request to get on
Ryan Seacrest’s radio show once you got back to the States (which you agreed
to, since you already sorta owe the guy for trashing his house that one party).
(A story that, while interesting and riveting, was for another time.) At the
bottom of the stack lay the Graham Norton request, and as you read through it,
a deep sense of dread began to brew in your stomach, and you didn’t understand
why until you reached the planned guest list.
It was impossible to ignore.
The list seemed to swell around
him, like even the mere presence of his name was enough to cast the rest in
You took a second glance at the list. Your name and Lin’s name were
the only ones on it. Eyes growing to the size of dish saucers, you turned to
Nancy, who was looking rightfully sheepish.
“Apparently you’re both in town.” she said, lifting one shoulder in a
half-shrug. “Norton is adamant that you appear.”
“Norton is a crafty son-of-a-bitch, that’s what.” you practically
seethed. You knew what he was up to; Nancy knew he was up to; and if Lin had
received this list, he probably knew what Norton was trying to pull as well. You
were at a moment of pure loss, looking from Nancy to the list and back. “What
exactly do I do about this?”
“It’s completely up to you.” Nancy said, and you could trace the
slightest hint of pity in her eyes. “If it’ll help, Lin already said yes. I was
notified by the execs because they think you’ll need an extra bit of
“And they think this is the way
to do it?” you asked, although it kind of was. Already worn so thin from a
tiring day, you were one step behind conceding entirely. “Did they tell you
what kind of questions he was going to be asking?”
“I read over what he had planned. All general things!” she added
hastily at your sharpening stare. “But I wouldn’t put it past Norton to pull a
trick out of his sleeve in the heat of the moment.”
There wasn’t much time for anything else, as a runner knocked and
poked his head through the door to tell you that you were on in a fifteen
“All right,” you sighed when the runner disappeared, sliding off your
chair and slipping on your heels. “Tell them I’ll do it.”
point, you thought as you were lead to the stage, smiling at the applauding
audience, what else do I have to lose?
The news broke out quicker than you would have liked, but, as Nancy
patiently reminded you, the press did as it was wont to do. You didn’t give too
many comments when the announcement was made, that Y/N Y/L/N and Lin-Manuel
Miranda were indeed appearing together on The Graham Norton Show on Friday
night, apart from openly poking fun of the coincidence (it wasn’t a
coincidence, but you had to put up some sort of show right?) on Twitter.
You weren’t alone in that department; Lin had taken to Twitter as well
when the commercial featuring the two of you aired, answering a fan question
and essentially breaking the Internet.
4 trash: WAIT ARE YOU REALLY GOING ON GRAHAM NORTON WITH Y/N
Miranda:@ham4trash Yep! Fingers crossed I don’t fuck it up. Wish me luck
Attached to the tweet was GIF of an overexcited cat, which you cracked
a smile at. You scrolled further down his profile, virtually aw-ing at his good
morning tweets and cackling at some of the more humorous ones.
Miranda:My dad just
texted me. Told me not to do anything stupid. Not making any promises!
You replied to him before you could think it through.
Y/L/N: @Lin_Manuel Oy US Navy, enough with the hyping me thing. Meeting me
might ruin the image of perfection.
Of course, everyone jumped on the interaction, and by the time you
opened your phone the next day, you had to scroll through piles and piles of
notifications and emails, all asking about Lin and if you’d met or seen each
other before. You ignored most of them and instead went straight to your
But even your business emails were full of the same questions, albeit
with less screaming and emoticons and more pointed and gentle prodding.
You flinched, and opened Nancy’s message first. Best to get it over
The rest of your morning wasn’t as eventful, if anything just louder,
with your phone buzzing every two seconds, texts from friends and family and
management alike; you went to work, talked your manager’s (Brian, who was
lovely but also, quite sadly, not as there as Nancy was) ear off concerning the
album details, and on your lunch break, you decided to walk around and see if
there were any shops you could get decent food from.
Maybe it was because the gods had a deep perverse pleasure in fucking
you over. Maybe it was because fate had
other plans and some other spiritual bullshit. Maybe it was because you
were quite honestly fucking useless with directions.
You had been trying to outrun a few stubborn paparazzi, and without
thinking, without planning, you had managed to land in the arms of the very
person you were somewhat dreading to face.
“Whoa there!” Lin said as he caught you around the waist, saving you
from falling on your ass.
“Oy, Usnavi, help, SOS,” you said, in an attempt to save face. Lin
released some sort of cross between a laugh and a cough as he pulled you into
an empty alleyway. You heard the pound of footsteps pass and, pressing a hand
hard to your chest, felt your pulse slip back into normality.
“What,” someone panted, “was that about?”
“Paps chasing me, I was near-about running and the assholes decided to
run as well. Sorry for demolishing you and everything.” you said, grinning at
him to at least get him to calm the fuck down. He wasn’t even the one being
hunted and he was practically hyperventilating.
But then you saw Lin freeze, and you were beginning to worry about
whether or not the hyperventilating caught up with him before he spoke.
“You’re Elaine,” he said, breathless.
You nodded, a slightly confused smile on your face. You cocked your
head to the side, hands going to your waist. “I am. And you’re Usnavi.”
You took his petrification as an opportunity to look at him, really
look at him. His hair was as short as it was on the Fallon interview on that
dratted night of too much wine and too little comprehension; his eyes were
bright, a dark swatch of coffee, and decidedly warm (no joke, it felt like a
dunk in a cup hot cocoa, looking him straight in the eye); he was dressed in
too many layers and had that delicately rumpled look that shouldn’t suit him as
well as it did.
You cleared your throat (this was already getting too weird), held out
your hand. “As much as I like Elaine, the name is actually Y/N.”
He took it, grip oxymoronically soft and firm at the same time. “Lin,
but you can call me Usnavi if you like that better.”
You grinned at him, which he
returned. You chanced a look at your watch. You had thirty minutes left before
you were to head back to the film lot. You looked at him again. He was on his
phone, but he clicked it shut and slipped it back into his pocket as he looked
back at you.
“How about I make it up to you and maybe get you some coffee?”
He smiled, and you noticed passingly that it was too big for his face. “I’d
Since I love crossovers, here are my two favorite godesses from two of my favorite games. Amaterasu (Ammy) from Ōkami, and Lin/Rin from Grand Chase. The upper kanji is most commonly read as “ten” and means “heaven”. The lowest is my signature.
so im finally putting my splatoon ocs in order and i even found a fancy way to list them all so im getting my ass in gear to catalog them all and give them all their own lil pic and i’ll be uploading every 9 i finish bc its neater that way dkjgh
Summary: The moment Lin laid her eyes on the Great Uniter, she knew that she isn’t going to like her one bit. But the moment Kuvira laid her eyes on the chief, she knew that this is going to be an interesting game to play.
A/N: Blame hatters-art for getting me into this trashy, but lovely pairing. Like I have never shipped something this hard in the longest time–this pairing is definitely up on my OTP list now and forever. Obviously, this story is dedicated to this wonderful artist and I really do hope you like this, my friend. I feel like I didn’t do the characters justice and this isn’t very good at all, but I tried and I guess that only matters so enjoy this nonetheless!