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National Treasure 3: The Hidden Correspondence

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.

Perks, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (part two)

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! 

Part One


You had been in London for two weeks now.

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 did.”

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 easily.

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.

Lin-Manuel Miranda.

The list seemed to swell around him, like even the mere presence of his name was enough to cast the rest in mere shadow.

Wait.

Hold the fucking phone.

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 convincing.”

“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 minutes.

“All right,” you sighed when the runner disappeared, sliding off your chair and slipping on your heels. “Tell them I’ll do it.”

At this 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.

ham 4 trash: WAIT ARE YOU REALLY GOING ON GRAHAM NORTON WITH Y/N

Lin-Manuel Miranda:@ham4trash Yep! Fingers crossed I don’t fuck it up. Wish me luck kids!

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.

Lin-Manuel Miranda: My dad just texted me. Told me not to do anything stupid. Not making any promises! #Elaine4Ham

You replied to him before you could think it through.

Y/N Y/L/N: @Lin_Manuel Oy US Navy, enough with the hyping me thing. Meeting me might ruin the image of perfection.

Within minutes he had tweeted back.

Lin-Manuel Miranda: @Y/N THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, KING. IMPOSSIBLE.

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 business emails.

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 with.

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?”

Oh. Right. Lin.

“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 like that.”

We Can Handle It (Chapter Two)

Chapter One: x

Summary: Tenzin and Pema ask if Kya and Lin are willing to babysit at last minute. Lin of course is against it but Kya is sure they can handle it. Day Two. 

Rating: K+

Genre: Humor, Family 

Words: 2,900

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anonymous asked:

Seriously, I read a couple of your other ficlets too. Your Lin Beifong and Korra characterization are to die for. How many stories have you written for the ship? Any novel-length ones?

Ahh thank you!!! I’ve written a few, they’re all under the Korralin tag. Today is my day off so I might as well go rummaging around for them so you don’t have to.

Drabbles

Oh Yes I Did – the second I saw Lin’s face I knew I had to write Lin/Korra. This was back when all we had was promotional art. We didn’t even know Lin’s name! Once we did, I went back and edited this.

Korralin Fluff – Just them snuggling in bed

All Fancy Pants – another drabble

Some More Fluffy Korralin – Korra is so fucking gay

Some Fic Where Korra Learns Metal Bending – Self explanatory

Pocket Change – Korra is gay and broke but doesn’t wanna feel like Lin is her Sugar Mama. 

Swoony Metalbending – Korra and Lin chase a criminal through the city!!!

Bomber Jacket – Korra is so gay. KORRA IS SO GAY SHE’S TOO GAY TO FUNCTION AND LIN IS SO HOT.

Catching Up – During S1 I thought Korra’s encounter with Amon would give her wicked face scars like Lin

Tickets – Lin buys tickets to see a pro bending match with her scandalously younger GF

Prank War – Lin seems super serious but she and Korra have a deadly, ongoing prank war between them.

Caught By Tenzin – Self explanatory.

Korra, You’re A Mess – Korra and Lin have dinner together.

KEEP THE BEAT STEADY, LIN – Korra starts rapping for no reason and Lin doesn’t keep the beat. “So this is a form of spontaneous poetic reflection?“ “Yeah, freestyle!”

Longer Fic

Bad Shoulder  – Lin is getting old. She feels like she’s falling apart. What’s she doing with a woman who could be her daughter? Grand daughter?

The More Things Change – Many years in the future, Korra survives her partner Lin Bei Fong and jokes around with her granddaughter while she stops a bank robbery.

Part One 
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four 

Thread – Lin and Korra learn metalbending. On Hiatus?

Part One 
Part 1.5
Part Two

Unwanted Temptation

FanFiction

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Pairing: Lin/Kuvira

Words: 1604

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!

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