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PROTOCOL -- Android!AU (Ravus Nox Fleuret x Reader)

So after discussing it and asking her about it, @chocobro-hijinks allowed me to write for her Android!AU! :D Particular for Ravus’s part within it as the Aeternia Build combat android. It was super fun to write, and I’m super pleased with how it’s turning out! It got pretty lengthy though, so I actually was hoping to write more parts for this since most of this writing was exposition to introduce the relationship of RAV N0X and the reader character. So for now, I’m introducing their bond a bit more. Then in the future, I’ll probably write some more of those steamy bits. c; Because I have plans when working with this AU. *rubs hands evilly together*

Again, thank you for letting me write with this headcanon, Hijinks! Your headcanons are a blessing to the world…! QUQ

Also, tagging @di-fantastica and @itshaejinju. Because both heard that I was writing this up, and they wanted to read more of it. c:

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Everything you want me to be

Anonymous said: GoM + Takao + Hanamiya when they expect their s/o to be interested in clothes, shoes, makeups, bags, etc. But instead her interests are books, specifically novels, computer and internet, anime and J/K-pop, and writing?

A/N: HERE YOU ARE! It was so fun to write that! I like how creative you were with your ask. I hope I didn’t disappoint you or anything (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و If I did you can tell me! I… I can stand all the criticism (ಢ⊱ಢ 。) my personal favourite here is Midorima (*≧▽≦)ノシ))


Akashi:

You can feel full of suspicion glare boring into your skull as you scroll down your phone. You don’t even bother to look ahead. You’re too pissed and if that meant you’d fall over a trash can then so be it.”

“My answer is not changing, Seijüro.” you inform your boyfriend yet another time this day, “Please just stop staring at me like that. It gives me creeps.”

“How am I looking at you, (Name)?” Akashi frowns.

“Like I’m a crossbreed of giraffe and elephant.” you sigh and pocket your phone, “I wouldn’t tell you in the first place if I knew you’d be like that.”

Akashi blinks at you, realising that maybe he has been staring a little to much. He shakes his head lightly.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never met a girl like you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask, starting to get worried.

“No… I don’t think so.” he replies after a moment of silence, “It’s new.”

“Is new, bad?”

“Definitely not.” Akashi smiles softly, “It’s interesting.”

Aomine:

Shopping malls. Stuffy, loud, full of people and nerve-wracking mix of smells. To say the least, Aomine was not a fan of them. So when you asked him to accompany you to the store, he reluctantly agreed but only because it was pretty late and he didn’t want you to walk alone at night.

With every single shop the two of you passed, Aomine’s face twisted. Just give it few minutes and he’ll undoubtedly hear: “Oh! There’s a new dress by insert-some-bloody-fancy-sounding-designer-name!” or “I need that bag!” But as you manoeuvred around people, not even sparing a glance to those fancy looking rugs, Aomine found himself baffled.

“Oi, (Name)?”

You hum in response, not slowing your pace.

“Don’t you want to…” he pauses, not really sure if turning your attention to the dreadful side of shopping is a good idea. But his curiosity is eating him. “You don’t want to try some stuff or get a bag?”

You frown, stoping on your tracks. “No. Why? … should I?” you add a little bit more frantically. You were neither hipster nor fashionista. Just… ordinary. What if Aomine didn’t like your style, what if… Your stern thoughts meet Aomine’s low chuckle.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” he says, “I was just curious. Usually girls love that kind of things.”

You glance at Aomine, the innocent look on his face easing your mind.

“It’s not really my thing, you know… I’m more books-music kind of girl. Very low maintenance…” you smile, embarrassed, “It’s not a good thing, I guess…”

“It’s great.” Aomine interjects with a huge grin, “I love it.”

Kise:

“What are you listening to?” Kise asks as he plops on the ground beside you. You hand him earplug and lower the volume so the song would not scare the shite out of your boyfriend.

You hear Kise chuckle. “Well, well… who would have thought! Little miss Proper-Lady has a taste!”

“I’m not only looks and brains, Ryota!” you huff but internally you positively beam, “I also happen to have an extraordinary music taste.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed you like (Band/group’s name), (Name)cchi. You look to girly for them.”

“Well, frankly speaking you didn’t struck me as their fan either.” you state tartly but you’re not really mad. “Who’s your bias?”

“I don’t have one!” Kise sneers, “I’m a guy. We don’t have bias’”

“Oh come on! I know you do! Everyone has!”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do!”

“No, I don’t.”

You give your boyfriend a look full of doubt. Kise chortles nervously.

“I don’t. I mean it.” he repeats but as you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, he finally gives in, “Just don’t tell anyone, got it?”

“Fret not, Ryota. Your secret’s save with me.” you beam, “Name you bias in three… two… one…”

“(Idol 1’s name)!”

“(Idol 2’s name)!”

The friction between you is nearly palpable. Honestly, you believed this would be a bonding experience. Too bad the two of you glaring at each other says otherwise.

You take a deep breath before commenting stiffly: “It’s a free country.”

Kuroko:

You’re nervous. No! Scratch that! You your stomach hurts and you feel your legs giving in underneath your weight. All because of something important and far more intimate than sex is happening. Access’s to body and mind are on completely different levels and now you’re more than well aware of that major gap as you pace back and forth, waiting for Kuroko to be done.

“… and? What do you think? Tetsu?”

“I’m not done yet, (Name).” Kuroko informs, his eyes not leaving the computer screen as he scrolls down the sentences you wrote. You ponder why does it take him so long.

You’re about to ask but Kuroko cuts you off. It’s not that hard to pinpoint the moment when you open your mouth since you’ve kept pestering him every 5 minutes now.

“Just sit back and wait. I’ll tell you when I finished reading.”

You give out inpatient sigh but plop on the couch.

Some time later, Kuroko rubs his eyes before turning swivelling chair to look at you.

“And?! How is it?” you shot up, anxious about his opinion. “What do you think? Did you like it?! Just… tell me everything. I… I can stand criticism.”

Kuroko ruffles his hair and sighs, a tad consternation visible on his usually stoic face.

“… your grammar, (Name).” he says slowly, “Your grammar is awful.”

Midorima:

“I completely understand what you’re saying, (Name). You have my full support on any of your hobbies and if you ever have an extra ticket to any concert, count me in. After all who am I to judge you? I’m an adult man yet I happen to carry toys around me sometimes just because my horoscope tells me to. I also breathe and live according to what it says. I don’t have the right to question your interests.”

More or less that was what you thought Midorima would say to you after finding out that your interests did not included talking about make-up and singing up on a waiting list for a designer bag. The least to say his reaction was not something you assumed could happen.

For the past minutes Midorima has been scrolling through his phone, probably asking his personal fortune teller if dating you was a good idea. Finally Midorima puts down his phone and fixes his glasses, before locking his eyes on you.

“Madame Antoinette says you should reconsider your options, (Name).” he informs straight-face. “If you don’t, the repercussions will be awful.”

You sneer at the ridiculousness of this situation and the Madame Antoinette herself. Who the hell names themselves that?!

“Comes from the man who believes that number nine represents the devil!”

“Now, (Name), let’s not be so hasty about this.”

“You bought a paint sprayer to cover every bloody ‘nine’ in the registration plates you saw, Shintarou!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air, “You went to jail, for goodssakes!”

“… it was just a lockup.” Midorima corrected tartly, “But that’s not the point! You need to reconsider your options, (Name)! Madame Antoinette is never wrong!”

“Oh, bite me!”

Murasakibara:

“Come on! Just five minutes!” you whine, tugging on Murasakibara’s sleeve. (Band/group’s name)’s band new single has just became available and for those who buys it within the next 10 minutes there’s a promotional poster. Pretty neat deal but the only problem was your boyfriend was dead-set on passing that opportunity.

“Pleasepleaseplease… Please! Atsushi! I’ll buy you… I’ll treat you for burritos. A whole month!”

Murasakibara halts and it gives you some hope only until you see him glaring down at you.

“I won’t fall for this twice, (Name)chin. You said it the last time and all I got was a coupon. And it was just ten percent off type.“ he informs and resume walking. Or at least he tries as you jumped in front of him and push him in the direction of the shop.

“What are you doing, (Name)chin?”

“I’m using my chance to prove my dedication to (Band/group’s name).” you pant but Murasakibara doesn’t budge. “I don’t deserve to call myself their fan unless I support their hard work!”

“Why are you into…” Murasakibara pauses, glancing over his shoulder to look at the flashy poster sticked to the windowsill. He really doesn’t get it. “I thought you were into… I dunno… bags and clothes and all that stuff. You’re a girl after all.”

“I couldn’t care less about brands. You only pay for the name. What’s so great about it?”

“Then what happened with the scarf I gave you for Christmas?” Murasakibara asks after a moment of silence. “I haven’t seen you wearing it yet.”

That remark makes your cheeks flush red. Murasakibara indeed got you some designer piece of clothing as a gift. You kept it in the closet. Under shoe boxes. And a vacuum cleaner.

“Well… I have it of course!” you stammer slightly, “I keep it for special occasions of course!”

Takao:

“That’s so rich, (Name)chan!” Takao rolls with laughter, “I wouldn’t have guessed! You look so… so normal!”

You give your boyfriend a blunt look from above the book you were reading. It was plain ridiculous how did Takao insist to make such a fuss about you being a bookworm. Really.

“And how should I look, eh?” you deadpan, “It wouldn’t be tattooed on my forehead, Kazunari, now would it?”

Takao laughs harder, probably at some absurd picture in his mind of an encyclopaedia’s headwords being engraved allover your body.

“What an opportunity!” Takao exclaims, rubbing his tearful eyes, “I just can’t let it slide. You’re not getting away with this.”

“Get away with what exactly?” you ask snappishly, “If you’re planning to tease me about my taste in books then good luck.”

“What do you mean?” he frowns, “Your hobby has just became my ultimate weapon! I’ve never believed the books could be dangerous. Who would have thought I’ve lived my life in ignorance for so long!”

“I highly doubt that.”

“How come?”

“Because in that case,” you raise your eyebrow mockingly, “You’d have to read them all.”

Hanamiya:

The distasteful scowl on his face is enough of a confirmation that he didn’t expect you to be into… well… into something the girls he knew weren’t interested in. Hanamiya’s expression only worsened as you let him into your bedroom, walls covered with colourful posters, bookshelves filled to the point he preferred to keep away from them just in case they would fall over.

“So… you’re one of those girls, eh?”

Those girls?” you raise your eyebrow questioningly. Truthfully, you were pretty damn nervous about opening up about your hobbies. You only managed to reveal your intellectual treasures after few months of being with Hanamiya. His reaction… you were pretty hurt. Hurt and angry.

“Which girls? Dumb bimbos who spend their days wondering what lipstick they should wear? Or those disgusting wenches who feed of their boyfriends, convincing them that if they love them they should buy that bloody Chanel?”

With every another sentence of your rant, Hanamiya’s eyes widen. It’s been the first time you to snapped at him. You’ve never been anything but patient and kind, and yet here you were, fuming. He wondered if maybe he crossed the line or something.

Despite his inner musings, Hanamiya manages to keep his face cool. He smirks and flicks your forehead, then casually strolls around your bedroom, checking out titles on your bookshelf.

“Don’t be dense, (Name). I was joking. It doesn’t really matter to me what you—“ Hanamiya cringes, feeling your intensive glare boring in his back. Wrong words. “There are no girls like you. There’s only one (Name).”

Still facing the bookshelf, Hanamiya smirks smugly. He managed to wriggle his way out of a possible argument and it was pretty damn neat move. Hanamiya’s eyes slide over book covers and one particular title, makes his stomach twist. Hanamiya’s throat goes dry.

“But… (Name)… you’re not fujoshi, right?”  

And I’ll try to forgive, and I’ll try to forget
That we grew up that summer we grew arms, we grew legs
And I wipe the slate clean and forget where I’ve been
It all tumbles above…

more high school gang! drawn while listening to this mix

ben did this thing when he was talking where he went on impulse and just made dumb jokes but it’s like he heard them halfway out of his mouth and stops himself by commenting on it rather than fully committing hes like “yeah smaug loves to slither around naked on a fancy rug oh gosh this is why i’m not allowed to speak i get in trouble” and i feel like that says a lot about him

New Beginnings (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Hey everyone! I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while but I’ve been working on this one-shot the whole time! I’m not kidding you it took me forever. I’m considering writing a part 2 but I’m not sure, please tell me if you’d like a part 2! Also make sure to send in requests! I’m willing to do anyone of the hamilsquad or even actual cast members! 

Basis: Your parents are loyalists but you think otherwise. Because of your beliefs they arrange an engagement to Samuel Seabury. They send you out to hear him speak but during his hearing, Alexander Hamilton interrupts him. You meet Alexander and spend some time with him and end up falling for him. 

Warnings: Departures, heartbreak, tears

Words: 6876 (Yeah now you understand why it took so long)

New Beginnings (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

You looked out unto the wide world before you, dreaming to escape the prison of a household you lived in. You see, you had a problem-a major problem might I add- with your family. Your mother and father were loyalists, they praised the crown. Now when you were a bit younger, you were hearing things about a ‘revolution’ and ‘we will all be free’ and whatnot. Being the child you were, you blabbed to your parents about it, telling them how amazing it sounded. They were beyond upset and worried their precious little girl would turn into a rebel, so they rarely let you go out anymore. You were 16 years old now, and they have finally found you a suitor.

“His name is Samuel Seabury,” Your mother explained, “He is a squire of the king which indicates that he possesses the same ideals as we do.” Your nose scrunched when she said ‘we.’ There was no ‘we’ in this situation, it was them. Although they have tried to lock you up in the mansion you lived in, you found ways to sneak out and educate yourself about the rebels and what they believed. You had to agree for King George was a lunatic with power.

“I see…” You mumbled, gluing your eyes to the ground in disappointment. Your father sighed at your dismay and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Y/N, he is having a hearing today and we would like for you to attend it,” He said, “Your mother and I think it’s best for you to listen to him. Thankfully, the speaker will be your husband and he will help guide you to the right path as a loyalist.” You still studied the red rug beneath your fancy heels.

“Of course, I shall see you both after his reading.” You curtsied and scurried off to your room to prep up. You know your mother would scold you if you did not look the least bit nice. You applied some makeup and put on a lavender dress with white accents. Then you took your hair and put it in a half up half down look. Deciding it was good enough, you left your household and headed off to where Samuel will be speaking.

You were very upset that you were being married off, to a loyalist at that, but you knew this day was coming. You fret the day of the wedding. How will you be able to fall in love with a man who does not share the same opinion as you?

“They do say opposites attract.” You pathetically tried to convince yourself. Having your parents pick the man that you were to be wedded to was not idealistic to you. You wanted to find true love and get out of that damned house.

You finally arrived and saw a box that your soon-to-be husband will speak upon. As you waited, you twiddled your thumbs impatiently, hoping that he sounded a little bit intelligent.

“Hear ye! Hear ye! My name is Samuel Seabury and I present “Free Thoughts on the Proceedings of the Continental Congress!” Heed not the rabble who scream revolution. They have not your interest at heart.”

“I’m already unimpressed.” You thought, completely unsatisfied. Yes, he was attractive with blonde hair and some stubble but-

Your observations were cut short when you heard a deep voice say,

“Oh my God, tear this dude apart.” You glanced over to see a man sporting a grey hat fling an arm around a man, who was much more handsome than Samuel, with black hair in a loose ponytail with blazing blue eyes. Your cheeks became hot and you quickly looked back at Samuel, hoping that he wouldn’t see.

“Chaos and blood shed are not a solution, don’t let them lead you astray. This congress does not speak for me.” Samuel continued, each word he spoke you swear you lost another brain cell.

“Let him be.” This time a man with dark skin had to prevent the handsome man from attacking Samuel. Two more people joined their group, a man with black curly hair in a ponytail with freckles and another with thick hair tied in a bun with brown eyes. You quirked an eyebrow, figuring man would now not go up there and defy a squire.

“They’re playing a dangerous game. I pray the king shows you his mercy, for shame…for shame.” Okay now you were praying this man would stand up to Samuel. How were you expected to marry someone like this?

“Yo!” The audience gasped as the black haired man stepped in front of Samuel. You were shocked as you noted how brave he was for doing that.

“He’d have you all unravel at the sound of screams-” The man began as Samuel went on with his speech.

“Heed not the rabble who scream revolution-”

“-But the revolution is coming! The have-nots will win this-” This man had more guts than anyone you have ever met before and you…loved it!

“-Have not your interest at heart!” Samuel desperately tried to speak louder than the very boisterous man who was up there with him.

“-It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.” The man stated and gasps and whispers spread across the crowd, along with a few chuckles obviously from other rebels. You couldn’t stop yourself from cracking a smile, he was so quick-witted and he spoke his mind. Not only that but he sounded smart as well.

“Chaos and bloodshed-” They both said, might I mention that almost everything they say is simultaneous.

“-are not a solution, don’t let them lead you astray!” Your suitor resumed, he was not willing to be outspoken by a revolutionary.

“-already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk. And what about Boston? Look at the the cost, n’ all that we’ve lost and you talk about congress!” The long haired man was very determined to win this debate they were having and you could tell he was not backing down anytime soon.

“This congress does not speak for me!” Samuel repeated and the opposing man glared at him with a finger pointing at him.

“My dog speaks more eloquently than thee!” The shocked gasps that were once carrying through the crowd suddenly turned into chuckles. People who took the side of the revolution started to become accustomed at this man’s brash but politically correct behaviour.

“They’re playing a dangerous game.” The squire was becoming exasperated with this man and he knew it too which is why a smirk crept its way onto his glowing face.

“But strangely, your mange is the same!” That’s when you laughed a little louder and a little harder, this man knew no restraints!

“I pray the king shows you his mercy.” Samuel said, sliding his finger across his throat. You crossed your arms and had to bite your lip to prevent you from giggling again.

“Is he in Jersey?” ‘Ooohs’ were heard among the crowd of which you joined in on. You were very thankful your parents asked you to come to this, even though they intended different things.

“For shame.” Samuel spat out at him as if he was offended.

“For the revolution!” He pumped his fist in the air, hyping up the crowd.

“For shame!” Samuel made an effort to turn the crowd back to him but to no avail.

“For the revolution!” The sea of people chanted, including you, mimicking what the man did.

“Heed-” Samuel began and you internally moaned as he tried to say his speech again.

“If you repeat yourself again I’m gonna-” The opposer hopped onto Mr. Seabury’s box and got all up in his face as they both say, “-Scream!”

“Honestly, look at me, please don’t read!” The male exclaimed, shoving his hand in front of your suitor’s paper. Samuel became intimidated by this man’s power and if you were in hsis shoes, you would be too!

“Not your interests-” Samuel tried to shove him off of his pedestal but the rebel quickly latched onto his arm to prevent himself from falling.

“Don’t modulate the key then not debate with me!” He ordered as he pulled himself up using the messengers arm, moving his finger back and forth motioning between the two of them.

“Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?” He questioned out to everyone but was interrupted.

“Alexander, please!” The man who tried to hold his friend back before, pulled, who is now identified as Alexander, off the step.

“Burr, I’d rather be divisive than indecisive drop the niceties!” Alexander protested who you now know as Burr.

“Silence! A message from the king! A message from the king!” With that, you stopped listening and rummaged through the onslaught of listeners, searching for Alexander…or Samuel, who you hope you can avoid. You finally neared the edge of the swarm of people and you caught sight of a posse of blue coats. Among them, you saw Alexander. You knew you’d have to throw away your pride saying this but you just had to tell him. You made your way up to him and they all looked at you, wondering what you were going to say. A soft smile graced your lips as you stopped in front of them.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen, my name is Y/N L/N and I would just like to say what you did back there,” You curtsied and then made eye contact with Alexander, “Was very courageous and I most definitely admire you for it.” You felt a blush emminent on your face but that was not a problem for you right now, the real difficulty is if Samuel will find you socializing with this man.

Little did you know that Alexander was mesmerised once he saw you. The soldier was in awe of how pretty you were. He was in disbelief that a beautiful young woman like you would say something like this to him. He was also a little red in the face. His friends could tell that he was practically drooling over you. They’ve never seen him look so…so starstruck! The man before you snapped out of his trance and tenderly took your dainty hand.

“I am Alexander Hamilton, a pleasure to meet you, Ms. L/N.” He instilled as he bowed and kissed your hand softly. Once he stood up, you both noticed that his friends have left you by yourselves.

“I still am in shock you were able to build up the nerve to speak out against Mr. Seabury.” You swooned, you loved how outrageously stupidly intelligent he was.

“It’s really not that big of a deal…” Alexander chuckled out sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. You shook your head.

“Oh but it is, Mr. Hamilton. I know of no one who would dare try to overthrow a squire!” Which was true, not because you came from a family of loyalists, but most people just ignored them and whined about them. Never would they dream of talking back to one for they all feared the king would chop their heads off.

“Well there’s a first for everything, Ms. L/N.” You simpered at his clever response, this man is the exact opposite of how your parents perceived anti-loyalists.

“I guess there is, Mr. Hamilton.” You couldn’t get enough of Alexander, “I must say, you have quite a sharp tongue.” You complimented him.

“Honestly, you flatter me.”

“What can I say? You have the utmost respect from me and have thoroughly impressed me, more than any man has before.” You remarked. Sparks flew between you two. You both talked for a while longer, getting to know one another better, not breaking eye contact and not moving a step away.

Then, realization hit you like a horse and you remembered you were already betrothed to Samuel, the man Alexander currently despises.

“Alexander, much to my displeasure, I regret to inform you that I am already set to be wedded to another man.” A frown was printed onto his mouth.

“Is that so? To who?” You scuffed your heel on the dusty dirt below you in sadness.

“Samuel Seabury.” Alexander looked at you, absolutely puzzled.

“But, Ms. L/N,” The man began, “I am perplexed for you complimented me for refuting your partner?”

“Yes, well, you see it is not exactly my choice of marriage,” You began to explain as you fingered the purple fabric of your dress, “My parents are loyalists and are well-aware of my beliefs on the revolution. They have rejected my view on the matter so they are aiming to change it. Doing so, they think it’s best if I am married off to a squire.” Alexander looked at you, stunned. He felt bad that you were being forced into a commitment you wanted no part in.

“I apologize for that is unfair-”

“It’s alright, I don’t need your pity-” You started after you cut off Alexander.

“-but you do have the right to marry who you want.” Well you’ve never heard that one before.

“How so?”

“Well, all you got to say is ‘no.’” Alexander said it as if the answer was obvious.

“No?” You retorted back to him and he bobbed his head.

“Yeah, ‘No.’ Just like how we are saying no to Britain by fighting in the revolution.”

“Well I’d most definitely prefer not to start a war with my parents!”

“Of course not, Ms. L/N, all I’m saying is you should take a stand. Don’t let people force you to do things you don’t want to do.” Alexander’s philosophy implanted itself in your brain and it made you think. You could say no if you wanted to, stand up for yourself just like Alexander did today. You could tell his words swayed a few supporters of the king waver due to his words.

“Huh, thank you, Mr. Hamilton,” You peeped to your left and saw Samuel who was probably chatting with some loyalists, “It seems I must be going.” You said, upset that you have to depart from this amazing man you just met.

“I presume you’ll write to me, Mr. Hamilton?” He was surprised you said this but complied as you wrote down your address on a scrap piece of paper. Reluctantly, you sauntered away from Alexander and went off to the man whom you’ll soon share a ring with, a bed with, and supposedly affections with. Once Samuel saw you coming over, he said goodbye to the people he was conversing with and focused on you.

“Good afternoon, Y/N, it’s lovely to see you again.” He greeted sweetly as he put his lips on your hand. You didn’t feel as giddy when Samuel kissed your hand as when Alexander did. You had met Samuel once but only briefly for he was mostly talking with your parents, very likely talking about marital arrangements.

“Likewise, Samuel. Your speech was very well done except for the rebel butting in.” You lied and you could tell Samuel was still enraged by Alexander talking over him.

“Oh Y/N you are as kind as ever but we both are well aware that that hearing was a disaster because of him.” Samuel grumbled bitterly. You assured him he still did good and walked off with Samuel elsewhere, spending your afternoon with him.

He wasn’t boring or anything, he was quite nice, but he just wasn’t right. The whole time you were with Samuel, you thought about Alexander and how dreamy he is. You were lucky to be able to talk to such an astonishing man, one that women threw themselves on.

Once you were home and in comfort of your bedroom, a maid brought you a letter. You opened the envelope eagerly and unfolded the parchment inside. It was a letter from Alexander, as you had hoped. You began to read the neatly written message.

My Dearest Y/N,

Of sweet sorrow is it that you are to be married off to a man poisoned by the king himself. It is of tragedy indeed that such of man filled with stupid political perspectives gets to spend the rest of his life with someone as astounding and as alluring as you are. I only loathe to be in his place. I have never met someone with such integrity and intuitive notions as you. I reminisce of the first time I set sights on you today, my friends can vouch for me, I was completely helpless at the sight of your beauty. Y/N, I encourage you greatly to divulge about your engagement to Samuel to your parents. You have a voice, and one day, I swear to you, you shall have the ability of expressing your feelings freely. We rebels will fight for America and become a country of freedom and prosperity. For now, I will be by your side and impede your marriage to him.

Oddly enough, I have only interacted with you once and I feel as if time has passed in our relationship. I would adore to get to know you better so I request that you accompany me to the Winter’s Ball and endorse yourself with others who fancy the same judgment as you. If you choose to accept, meet me at the fountain in town’s square at 6 O’clock tonight.

Yours truly,

Alexander Hamilton

You gushed at his letter. He was such a romantic and had such an empowering way with words. You looked at the time now and saw that it was 4 O’clock. You had enough time to get ready for the ball and come up with a convincing excuse for your parents.

As you sat at your desk, you tried to devise a plan to get out of the house with a convincing alibi. You softly played with Alexander’s note as you contemplated what to say. After consideration, you decided to go with Samuel taking you out to dinner. You stood up and treaded over to your parent’s loft. Once you entered you told them and they said ‘okay’ and ‘have fun.’ You were over the moon that your scheme worked and you got ready in your room.

For tonight, you changed into a scarlet red dress decorated with white fringes at the sleeves, neckline, and hem. You had a pair of white shoes with a buckle and small heel. White tights were wrapped around your legs. Then you had a simple gold necklace with a shiny sleek pearl trapped in gold as the pendant. You then fixed your half up and down look to make it look more elegant. You opted that you looked fine enough and rushed to the fountain to meet Alexander.

Once you arrived you saw him, standing there in all his glory. You became flustered when you noticed how charming he look in his uniform.

“Alexander.” You called out to him. He pivoted at the sound of his name and his eyes enlarged when he took in your appearance. You had this strange effect on him where you would make him utterly speechless. He was enchanted by how gorgeous you looked, especially since the sun was about to go down, the light hit you perfectly.

“Miss L/N-” You put up your hand, signaling for him to stop.

“Please, call me Y/N.” You urged, not accustomed to formalities anymore.

“Of course, Y-Y/N. Call me Alexander then.” He stuttered out and you felt as if you were in Heaven with him.

“Thank you, Alexander.” You chirped happily. He offered you his arm that you linked with his.

“Shall we?”

You both hopped into a nearby carriage and were whisked off to the ball. In the carriage you had a pleasant time. Your lungs filled with exhilaration because this is the first time you’re doing something for yourself in years. You’ve always been terrified of what your parents would do if you did something against their wishes but being here with Alexander, you knew there was no better choice than this. You knew he would protect you somehow even though he was sort of a stranger.

You were currently laughing at one of Alexander’s stories about his friend John Laurens who went black out while his gang went out for a ‘light drink.’

“-and then he walked outside and found a man placing the reins of a horse to a carriage and went up to it. Then John started to talk to it as if the animal was a normal human being.” Alexander babbled, causing you to continue to snigger.

“Lucky for you, you get to meet John Laurens and all my other comrades tonight.” He bubbled cheerfully. This is another thing you respected Alexander for, he wasn’t loyal to the king but he was loyal to his friends.

“I am overjoyed to become of acquaintance with them, they sound…unique.” You concurred, joy rupting inside you.

“Yes indeed, my biggest worry is that they’ll scare you off.” The poetic fellow beside you commented.

“Well if the man who challenged my suitor didn’t send me away then I am unaware of who will.” You declared boldly and the corner of his mouth stretched upward. Alexander scooted closer to you to the point your shoulders touched.

“Is that right?” He coyly inquired, leaning down so your noses brushed together lightly. You felt your heart beat pick up as Alexander gradually placed a hand on your waist. In response, you gingerly rested your hand on his cheek.

“It is.” He brought his lips inches closer to yours, there was almost no distance between you two. You could feel his hot breath hit you. Once you were only moments away from his mouth on yours before the carriage came to an abrupt stop. You yelped in surprise and backed away from Alexander. He detached himself from you and you gaped at each other, both having a rosy tint decorating your cheeks.

“I guess we are here, Y/N.” Alexander emitted and you replied saying a breathless ‘Yep.’ He stepped out the carriage and held out a hand towards you. You gratefully accepted and he helped you out of the coach. You laced your arms together, not exchanging a single word. Who knew that a man who was of great renown for writing and speaking would be tongue-tied with you. You and your escort entered the grand ballroom and you were enthralled by all the decorations, lanterns and candles, and a cloud of hundreds of women in different colored dresses and men in similar uniforms as Alexander.

“It’s magnificent.” You rhapsodize, all agog to be here. Sure, you’ve gone to many events like this since you were a little girl but you were never escorted by a man whom you loved-

Wait, love?

“Come along, Y/N, I am yearning to introduce you to my colleagues.” He urged you and you dipped your head in agreement. He led you across the white tiled floor and you spotted three men waving at Alexander.

“Mon ami,” The man you saw before with a bun hollered, “There you are! We’ve been looking for you.” You both approached the pod of men that you recognized from the day before.

“I-is that a date?” The freckled-face man interrogated, looking you up and down. You squirmed under his inspection. “Ah, I remember you! You’re the girl from before,” He looked at his buddies with a mischievous look, “This is the one Alexander won’t shut up about.”

“Do you mind, John!” Your date snapped at John, the one he was telling you about on the way here.

“Oh right! You are the girl from the hearing!” The man who instigated Alexander to talk out that day, who still sported that grey cap, recalled.

You took the sides of your red dress and dropped into a curtsy, “It is lovely to meet all of you, my name is Y/N L/N.”

“Ah, Y/N L/N, I remember you telling us that. I am Marquis de Lafayette, but Lafayette is just fine.” The man with a french accent injected.

“I am Hercules Mulligan.” The tough-looking male with the hat replied.

“And I am John Laurens.” Freckles said, with a short bend towards you.

“It was wonderful meeting the lot of you.” You acknowledged politely and little did you know that Alexander watched you, admiration flashing in his eyes.

“Likewise, Ms. L/N.” They all countered back. You noted that they were all very sweet after some more small talk but you did not expect them to be so rambunctious. Even so, you took a liking to them and the five of you now share some fond memories.

“Hey, Y/N, may I have this dance?” Alexander asked you and you graciously said yes so he swept you away to the dancefloor. His hand lay on the small of your back while the other balanced your palm in his. You lifted your dress so it was out of your way as you moved your feet in sync with his.

“So, Alexander,” His blue orbs bore in your E/C ones affectionately, “You’ve never told me what your standing is in the revolution.” His pearly whites were revealed as the corners of his mouth parted.

“Well, I work under General Washington, as expected,” He started, “I’m his secretary, or as most people phrase it, his ‘right hand man.’” You were dumbfounded. He had such an important job for he literally worked for General Washington.

“Alexander, that’s spectacular!” You cooed, feeling fortunate enough to be ushered by a man like him.

“It is not that big of a deal-”

“But it is, Alexander! I mean, I knew you were skilled with the quill considering how well-written your letter was to me but wow!” Saying you were shocked was an understatement, it seems as if Alexander keeps on getting better and better the more you get to know him.

“Well, I had no idea you would react this way.” He admitted to you. Alexander was thinking that you were going to scoff at him since he didn’t command a troop.

“Well I did, Alexander.”

The night finally came to a wrap and most folks headed out, including you and Alexander. As you waited for your horse-ran vehicle to come along, you noticed a pained expression etch itself onto Alexander’s features.

“Alexander? Are you alright?” You enquired, distraught about the non-stop war vet. He peered at you meekly and gave you a solemn smile which made your chest pang of sadness.

“Do not be of concern, my dearest Y/N, it’s just that,” He took a long pause before perusing up into the night sky, “I am upset that you will be marrying someone else soon.” You fixated your gaze at the grass below your shoes. Then, adrenaline rushed through you and your fingers wrapped around his biceps.

“A wise man once told me that I should speak for myself and just say no.” You mused and he looked at you with a cocky smirk.

“Sounds like a smart man.” Alexander quipped arrogantly.

“Yes, but he tends to ride on his high horse a lot.” You teased and his eyebrow twitched.

“I’d prefer to call it ‘confidence.’” The secretary exhorted and you chuckled.

“Is that so? How much confidence does this man possess?” You beseeched for an answer,  trying to play with him. You were curious as to what his reply would be.

“Enough to do this.” He pressed his lips onto yours, pulling you in for a kiss. Although you were clearly taken aback, you had the decency to close your eyes and kiss him back. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach as he put his hands on your hips. You affectionately latched onto him as you melted into the tranquility of his touch. You wish time froze and you could relish this moment forever but, as you know, all good things come to an end. He pulled back and you both regained air and your posture, much to your dismay. Still in a trance, you brought up your pointer and middle finger to your lips, feeling the ghost of Alexander’s pair. Then, Hamilton brought your figure into an embrace. You snuggled into his chest, taking in his scent.

“Pen ink and soap.” You noticed after taking in his body cologne.

“Y/N,” You felt him rest his chin on the top of your head, “I am not sure if this sounds rash but I’m in love with you.” You felt all the blood rush to your cheeks as your jaw dropped and you pulled back to look at his manner. You had to check if he was being serious because you never thought that Alexander Hamilton would just confess his love for you.

“Alexander-” He interrupted you and said, “I know you are banded by rings to another, but I can’t help it. The way I feel is uncanny and I seemed to be falling deeper for you every second we spend together. Y/N, I find myself longing for you when we are parted and if I could court you, then I’d be happy and I know you would be too. I know you can’t stand that Samuel-” You cut him off with a chaste kiss. Your digits lingered on his strong jawline as one of his hands intertwined with your hair. You both became red, despite the fact you have both already shared this heartfelt action. You pulled back and rested your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Alexander.” In response he gave you a quick peck. After the pure confessions were exchanged, your carriage arrived. Hamilton helped you into the mobile and you took a spot on the velvet seats. He plopped right next to you and scooped you in his arms. Your head was on his broad chest. He began to hum in a soothing way and you listened to the melody.

You marveled upon the situation at hand and you wouldn’t want it in any other way. Now you just had to work out out how to tell your parents. You couldn’t just go up to them and be all like,

“Hey mom, hey dad, what’s up? So like I just kissed this revolutionary and fell ass first in love with him so like, hate to break it to you, but I’m totally not in love with Samuel, cause…like…loyalists. Don’t lose your chill but I’m gonna go off and marry General Washington’s right hand man who actually testified Samuel during his declaration!” That just isn’t how the world works. You craved to be Alexander’s wife and you had no sort of desire for Samuel.

You finally arrived back at your house and you started to feel a little anxious. You had a bad feeling about this.

“Alas, our night must be cut short,” Alexander’s smooth voice eased you, “But do not worry, my love, we’ll be together again.” He gently touched your lips with a kiss filled with assurance. You (reluctantly) got out of the coach. You told Alexander to stay in the car as you did not want your parents to see him.

It was currently 8 O’clock and you were sure your mother and father would be up, waiting to hear how the “dinner with Samuel” went. You gulped feeling rather on edge, you had to tell them about Alexander and the truth of your whereabouts were tonight. You just couldn’t bear being Mr. Seabury’s partner. The doors to your large estate were opened and you stepped into the eerie room. You saw your parents standing there, prideful looks on their faces.

“So tell us, how was Mr. Seabury?” Your mother beckoned you to tell them as she walked up to you, excitement laced in her tone. You felt a deep weight on your shoulders, your parents really wanted you to be with Samuel. You felt awful for ignoring their intents but you just could not help it. Alexander enlightened you to a world you’ve never seen before and you didn’t want to go back.

“He was…” You had seconds thoughts of telling them, “…not there.” You released your secret out to them and you saw the color drain from their faces. Your father looked at you and laughed, the sound wavering a bit due to nerves.

“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Your father queried. Sweetheart. You’ve never been called that by him. You clenched the fabric of your dress in anger.

“I’m saying that I was not with him,” You admitted, sticking your chin up, “I was at General Washington’s Winter Ball and I was accompanied by his right hand man.” Your mother’s for once kind and generous smile instantly faded and your dad looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“What do you mean-” Your mother began but you stopped her questions.

“I mean what I said, I was at a rebels event and my partner was none other than Alexander Hamilton himself.”

“Alexander Hamilton?” Your father bellowed and you swallowed a lump in your throat, fear rising up. “The one who dared to speak against Samuel? Out of all the rebel scum, you picked the one who testified the man who is to court you?”

“Samuel is not the one who will court me!” You foretold with tears threatening to spill.

“Apologize!” Your father shouted at you as he comforted your mom, who was distressed and in disarray about the problem at hand. You gritted your teeth and slashed your arm, knocking over a vase filled with red roses.

“I can’t apologize for falling for a man who has different beliefs than you!”

“No, this man is one who opposes the king, the one our family, including you, is loyal too!”

“I have never loyal to the king and I never will be!”

“You’ve gone mad!”

“No, father,” You glowered at him as droplets of salty liquid stained your skin, “I am madly in love with a revolutionary.”

With that you ran, you ran as fast as you could to your bedroom. You flung open the doors as maids and butlers came to your aid to console you. You refused to be solaced so you shut the doorway and collapsed on your king-sized bed. You sobbed, feeling awful for betraying your parents trust.

Amidst your teary vision, you looked to left and found a wooden box on a shelf. You didn’t know what its contents were, so you halted your crying and walked over to it. You took the box and opened it. You regretted it after you did so. You saw all the memories with your parents inside it.

You took out the first item which was a knitted princess doll. You commemorate back to when you first received this present, when you were 5.

“Happy Birthday, darling!” You walked into your home and saw streamers and confetti strung across the halls. You saw your friends cheering in the back with your kind servants among them. In front of the throng of people were your parents filled with joy. They strolled towards you and crouched down so they could match your height.

“For being a great, loyal daughter, and for aging a year.” Your mom jested and handed you a knitted doll. You became excited and hugged them, full of love and compassion.

“Thank you!”

A frown adorned your face as you remembered. A ball was held for you that night and it was glorious. When you told them you didn’t think the rebels were so bad, you got no more presents from them, no more balls were held in your honor, and no more love was sent your way.

Then you pulled out a ruby necklace, a silver ring, and letters that were filled with sentences hand-written by your parents that reminded you that they cherished and adored you. As you scanned the parchments, you were searching for some kind of sign of where it all went wrong. How did the lose their affection for you so fast, so easily? You softly wept again, noticing that of you left now, it would make no difference in their lives. They already disowned you.

You then thought about Alexander and his letter to you. You scrambled upward and dashed to your pillow. You rummaged through the pillow case until you found the piece of paper that he mailed to you. You read his words once more and you understood that he gave what your parents stopped giving you long ago.

Love.

You knew that it was time to depart from the nest and surround yourself with people who treated you like an equal. You needed to move on. So, you stuffed all the objects back into the chest and grabbed some matches. You went over to your mantle with all the stuff you gathered. You shoved some logs into the fireplace and placed the the case among the wood. You took a deep breath and struck a match. Then, you threw it on the box that held all the good mementos from long ago. Ones that will never exist again. You stood there and watched it crackle and blaze on the hearth. You were glad to watch it burn once and for all. You now finally felt the urge to start a new chapter in your life with Alexander Hamilton. You wrote him a message, telling him to meet you early tomorrow at 8 O’clock. You then gave it to a maid so she could send him the epistle. Finally feeling unrestricted, you went into a deep slumber on your bed.

The next morning, you had a brown suitcase that carried all of your belongings. You held your head up and stalked down the white marble staircase. Your parents were on the top of those very same stairs, watching as you went away. When you were younger, you imagined that when you went off with a man, they would be crying out of joy, not out of anger and resentment. Butlers pulled out the doors so you could exit.

For a very short, solemn second, you turned around to have one last look at your kin. Your eyes met with your father’s weary pair. You saw how much older and more tired he has gotten since you were a child., back when you were naive. You saw a hint of something you didn’t expect to see in your father right now. Happiness. To avoid any emotional breakdowns, you twisted forward and never glanced back.

You saw Alexander waiting for you in front of the same carriage from last night. You felt all the sorrow wash away as you saw him beam at you with that handsome smile of his. You laughed and he resounded the same tune. You ran into his arms and leaped, allowing him to spin you around. He set you down and smashed his lips on yours, reeling you into a sweet kiss.

“Is it safe to assume your parents aren’t fond of me?” He asserted jokingly and you gave a quiet chuckle.

“Well, you and I are in the same boat.”

“So they love me?”

“They would if they met you.” You claimed as your eyes began to water up. Alexander looked at you and took your delicate hand in his reassuringly. You gave him a weak grin but that made him look at you sadly.

“Y/N, if this is going to tear your family apart, I don’t think this is the best idea.” He cautioned, releasing your hold. Your hand instantly missed his warmth.

“No, I have never been happy in that house, they treated me like scum and locked me up so I could never be exposed to the other side of the revolution. I need this, Alexander, I need you.” You confessed, a blush coating your complexion.

“Well then,” He held his arm out to you, “Shall we?” You gladly took his arm and went into the carriage.

“Y/N, I love you and I promise as long as I’m alive I’ll be here for you.”

“Likewise, Alexander, my love will never cease for you.”

As you and Alexander went off to start new lives with each other, your parents grimaced. Your father’s hold on your mother tightened as she wailed. Little did you know, your father was glad that you found someone that would love you forever. At first, he didn’t think Alexander was right for you but after witnessing that scene that took place in the courtyard, he knew that you would live a jubilant life with him.

“Do you think she will ever come back, Ronald?” Your mom bawled.

“No,” he sighed, “I don’t think she will, Elise.”

“Oh, God, what have we done.” Elise clamored as she used her hands to cover her face.

“At least we know our daughter will be overjoyed to be with the one she loves.”

“With a revolutionary?”

“Yes, a revolutionary that loves her with all his heart.” You father cordially smiled at his wife and snaked his arm around her waist, “Now come along, let us go eat our breakfast.” And with that, your parents paced over to the dining hall to eat.

Joining the hashtag while i try (and fail) to convince myself to work out & get dressed at 3pm because I’m lazy trash today & spouse bringing home pastries & a fancy espresso with orange peels for me seems to have ironically brought on The Sloth.

My workspace is generally pretty tidy so the least disingenuous thing is to also show that it’s on top of my underwear & pajama drawers, a small dresser that was thrifted for less than 20 bucks over a decade ago.

i do tarot on the floor in front, the fancy rug is a very recent development, also thrifted, i just like sitting on the floor. Though this does lead to the occasional cat butt on my cards.

Echoes from an Anvil by Robert E Howard

I leave to paltry poets
The tabor and the lute;
I sing in drums and tom-toms
The black abysmal brute—
My voice is of the people,
That giant wild and mute.

(With blood of all the ages
His broken nails are black,
The whole world weights and burdens
His hairy bestial back;
He shambles down forever
A blind and tangled track.)

I bring no polished diamonds,
No gems from London town;
No cultured whim or fancy
My rugged verses crown;
You find here naught but power
That breaks a city down.

I spill no words of beauty,
Coins from a silver purse,
My hands are built of iron,
And iron is in my verse.
I bring no love but fury,
No blessing but a curse.

My low pitched brow is slanting,
My eyes are burning red,
With fierce black primal visions
That thunder in my head;
Behind my heart the rivers
And all the jungles spread.

I slaved in star-girt Babel
And labored at the wall;
I watched the birth of pavements
Beneath my slugging maul—
And in a frenzied dawning
I saw her towers fall.

I toiled in Tuscan vineyards,
I broke the beaten loam,
I strained against the mallet
That drove the chisel home;
I sweated in the galleys
That broke the road to Rome.

Oh, Khan and king and pharaoh!
In cold and drouth and heat
I bled to build your glory,
An ant beneath your feet—
But always rose a morning
When blood ran in the street.

The world upon my shoulders
Knee deep in muck and silt,
My hand beneath my tatters
Still grips the hidden hilt—
Who fed the ancient rivers
With blood rebellions spilt?

so I’m just imagining Alistair getting all prepped and ready to go to the peace talks in Orlais, and Teagan’s helping get him ready, teaching him Orlesian trivia and all that, and Teagan warns Alistair that they call him a dog lord, and Alistair being a Fereldan and totally not getting it is all “Dog lord?? wow what high praise!!” So to show them how great of a dog lord he is he shows up in Jader with this entourage of like twenty of the biggest mabari he could find and they get kaddis all over the fancy Orlesian rugs and stuff

 and as thanks for calling him a dog lord he gives every Orlesian noble a mabari puppy. but he doesn’t wait for an appropriate time to give them the puppies, he does it literally in the middle of a banquet because that’s how Fereldans do it, of course. and the Orlesians are so disgusted because this stupid dog lord just put like thirty puppies on a table and they’re eating the duck and getting pudding paw prints all over everything and Alistair’s just like “puppies for everyone!!!” and accidentally starts another war

love that dog lord

transgenderapocalyptica  asked:

Top 5 Books

This is an impossible question so I answer it with a disclaimer: these are just the first five books that popped into my head as worthy of recommendation. The actual list is… er. Quite a bit longer. Than five.

1. East of Eden, John Steinbeck. Intense biblical allegory. Fucked-up family dynamics. A female character so intense and complex that she sears the page. Requisite Steinbeckian prose describing the Salinas Valley in loving detail. One of those rare books that I’ve read only once, because I know the experience would never live up to wading through it the first time and I don’t want to try. 

2. The Westing Game, Ellen Raskin. For children. Formative as fuck. I wrote weird fanfiction about it yesterday (in my soul I’m writing weird fanfiction about it every day). Murder. Intrigue. Heirs to a vast fortune. Corpses lying dead on fancy rugs. Riddles! Mysteries! Painted crutches! Read it. Do it. It’s shorter than many of the fics you read all the time. Go on. It’s worth it. I promise.

3. Every Discworld Book Ever Written Except for the Ones About Rincewind, Terry Pratchett. Satire. Fantasy. HILARIOUSNESS. Sharp social commentary on war, class, history, government, and religion. Ladies who tame dragons. Men who are tamed dragons. Night Watch, which is maybe the best book of all time. Nobby Nobbs. Reasonably priced love! And a hard boiled egg!

4. Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri. The essence of humanity distilled down into a collection of short stories so perfectly constructed that my skin itches to think of them. Actually my review of this book is Tina Belcher, on the floor, groaning, because that is the exact emotion it provokes in me. In a good way. In the best way possible. 

5. The Mother Tongue, Bill Bryson. Nonfiction. The history of the English language. FASCINATING. JUST. FASCINATING. 

iblamenikilauda  asked:

Sometimes I wonder if Tom has this special little soft rug to polish his cheekbones... Yes, I think he does. He comes back home, usually late at night, all tired of being gorgeous, brushes his teeth and polishes his fucking amazing sharp fucking cheekbones god I hate him so much!

I assume you mean rag but I like imagining Tom getting on his hands and knees on the floor and scrubbing his face onto a tiny, fancy rug.