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WiP List

This is gonna be looooong (like, REALLY long), so I’mma go ahead and give you a cut here. But if you’re interested in what i’m working on, take a look!

Order purely based on the order my tabs are in. I’m only counting WiPs that actually have more than a paragraph written, because if I didn’t, this list would be even longer. Also, pls don’t judge me but what I name my WiPs 😂

Post-Coital Smoke

Kinda what it sounds like tbh. I just wanted Iorveth getting high and admiring Roche’s body and then Roche decided to be a tease. At some point, I assume there will be sex.

Angst: Sex object Roche

Iorveth’s POV of realizing that Roche hurts himself whenever he flirts at Iorveth. Premise is that Roche has been groomed (intentionally or not) by Foltest to be his. So when he feels attraction towards Iorveth, he needs to be punished. And obviously Iorveth helps him learn that no, that’s not okay and idk recovery???

Midwinter Feast

This idea was 100% spawned by me trying to write holiday fics, but Foltest hosts a Midwinter Feast where they close the city for 12 days, leaving Roche to get along with the Nonhuman/Scoia’tael(ish) delegation during that time. Also, Foltest might be using the feast as a delaying tactic to resupply his army. I legit have no idea where this is going, I just thought the idea of Roche and Iorveth stuck at a feast for 12 days was funny.

Solstice Feast aka To Birth a Verdant Future

This was actually an xmas gift for @lutes-and-dandelions, but I havent finished it yet 😓 But the premise is similar to the former in that it’s another solstice feast. But it’s set post-W3 with Emhyr as Emperor throwing a party in the new conquered capital of Vizima. Roche broods a lot about Foltest’s memory and how he hates Emhyr and decides to distract himself by hanging out with Iorveth and suggesting they follow an old elven tradition. And that’s all I’ll say. XD

Next Year (Solstice Feast sequel)

Literally set the next year. This time they merge their lives by merging their people’s traditions.

Lily Preserved in Amber

Okay, haven’t gotten very far in this, but I decided it was an elven rite of passage to go searching through the forest for a sign of your future. And Iorveth finds a piece of amber with a lily preserved inside. I haven’t decided if it purely means Roche or if it means his whole family with Roche and Boussy and Anais and all. So far, he hasn’t even found the amber yet lmao. But he did just discover music!

Character taking control of the other and Character B just letting go and enjoying themselves

Under the subheading “Porn Snips”, so uh, yeah. Starts with Roche and Iorveth fighting to decide who gets to top, involves Roche getting choked, and Iorveth ripping Roche’s pants off. Oh, also, they’re currently at a fancy party hiding somewhere in the garden lmao

Based on @moonlights-ordinance‘s art

Moonlight’s working on an adorable piece where Roche leans his forehead against Iorveth’s back between his shoulderblades. I decided to make it post-W3 with both of them working as paper pushers/administrators under Emhyr’s Temeria. And Nilfgaard does not believe in chairs with backs (or, really, Emhyr wanted to see how long Roche’s pride would make him suffer. It’s a long time). The idea is to show development over time as they slowly get more comfortable with touch and start using each other as backrests. And then the sweet scene Moonlight is drawing.

Eliza for @useless-empty-brain aka Can’t We All Just Get Oolong?

Next is Iorveth’s POV, but I legit cannot figure out where to start. But we’re gonna see some of his thoughts (like how Eliza volunteered him to stay in Vizima for an unspecified period of time and he said yes even though he can’t and now has to commute regularly because he doesn’t want to miss tea with Roche but also doesn’t want Roche’s spies to catch on lmao) and his curiosity about Roche and Foltest and what Roche’s mission is (which I... totally know.)

Roche’s Scars

@moonlights-ordinance sent me a great pic of a mod for Roche where he had some pretty vicious scarring/mutilation. So of course I decided I needed to tell the story of each one. But really, it’s a story about the stages of acceptance with scars. Both Iorveth and Roche start out hiding theirs, but eventually come to reveal them comfortably in public.

Vernon Roche of the Scoia’tael aka The Value of a Man

Does my title give it away? Oops? So, this is a found family fic where Roche is captured by the Scoia’tael and the elves and dwarves slowly come to see him as - well, I was gonna say human, but as a person, I guess. And start feeling really, really guilty, especially when some not great things happen to Roche.

Oh also, Foltest is a giant dick and uh, SPOILERS he does not try to get Roche back. Which leads to a whole subplot that will end with a found family for EVERYONE, because they all deserve to be happy dammit.

All of that was just one document lmao. I have 24 documents, some of which have quite a few WiPs in them. 😱

Kiss Prompts

24. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer. AKA How to Fluster an Elf

When I got the idea for How to Fluster an Elf, I decided it was gonna fill the prompt dammit. And then it really, really expanded on me.

33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Roche dreams occasionally that Iorveth visits him and watches over him and sometimes speaks, but he can’t understand Elder Speech, so he assumes it’s all gibberish.

Then he finds out it’s not and suddenly he’s not so certain it’s a dream

16. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Okay, I literally just need to buckle down and write some good kissing. This is set in (Im)Perfect Strangers and Iorveth is pouting about them leaving the gardens, so Roche makes it up to him.

25. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

This one won’t actually be published with the kisses ‘cause it’s porn and the rest are T-rated lol. Buuuut Roche and Iorveth are trying to have a secret liaison in the forest when the rain starts. Featuring nature magic, tentacles, and Iorveth getting filled.

Scenes from Another World (aka AU premise)

Old Men in Vergen

Set during Witcher 3, but with an established relationship. Roche comes to visit Iorveth in Vergen to ask for advice on leading an insurgency. Iorveth just wants to feed Roche while he can now that he’s not the one starving in the woods.

Language Aphasia/Deal with the Devil

I wanted to write Gaunter! So I decided that Gaunter is in a mood for some mischief (he calls it being generous) and comes upon a traveling Vernon Roche who wishes that he could be understand Iorveth. Then Iorveth’s Scoia’tael find a passed out Roche in the woods and bring him to Iorveth for judgement. Only somehow, Roche only understands Elder Speech now. He can’t understand Common at all. The Scoia’tael find this very offensive and Iorveth is mostly freaked out that someone who can do THAT was wandering around his forest.

Bunk Beds: The Portrait of Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

Based on a silly comic, Ciri convinces Iorveth and Roche to try to help her destroy the portrait. Geralt gets pissed and sends them to Bunk Bed Exile. Shenanigans ensue and somehow they start to get along.

Iorveth’s Scoia’tael Giving Him Shit For His Taste in Men aka The Lovestruck Fox

Right now, working on a piece from the POV of a new Scoia’tael recruit who is discovering that Iorveth’s Scoia’tael roast the fuck out of him over his crush on Roche.

Speaking of, anyone have suggestions on prime roast material? I am not this creative.

Let’s Torture Roche!

No, really. This one is pretty dark. And told in kind of a different style than my usual, because I felt like it. So, premise is that Iorveth and Roche were a thing in the past, but then Roche was recalled to Foltest’s side and he went. So Iorveth is understandably pretty hurt and pissed (this was decided for a prompt of someone breaking down as soon as they’re behind closed doors). Buuut what he doesn’t know is that Roche is not with Foltest of his own volition. Hostages, blackmail, and torture are all involved and Foltest is a pretty horrible guy. But of course we need a happy ending, so eventually, Iorveth will rescue Roche and they get to recover together.

Life Debt aka Iorveth is an Asshole

The concept for this was that Roche saved Iorveth’s life and now that they were no longer enemies (set during Witcher 3), his honor demands that he follow Roche around until he can repay the favor. Featuring Iorveth being a trolling asshole, correcting the new Temerian Loyalist’s fighting abilities, and Roche being very, very tired.

In application, it’s mostly angst so far, ‘cause I had to set up HOW Roche saved Iorveth’s life. And then I decided to really hurt Iorveth. But tbh I will probably skip ahead after establishing this stuff, because I just want shenanigans.

King and Country

I’ve got several WiPs for this one, including the Stripes’ recruitment, their decision to change sides, the Stripes being double agents, and of course, Iorveth and Roche’s developing relationship. But hey, I’ve skipped ahead to writing their wedding already, so... you know it ends happily ever after?

Friday Fight Night for Jan 29 (which I did not make oops)

So, this actually turned into a long piece that’s gonna be part of my Chronic Pain series. Basically, King Foltest is treating with the leaders of the Scoia’tael in Temeria and Iorveth is one of them. Unfortunately, he’s having a REALLY BAD pain day, but he’s also determined to be there to represent his people. Roche helps him see sense. Possibly forcefully.

Exhaustion Prompts

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

Iorveth and Roche are trapped in a dream and I got a little stuck creating the creature that trapped them there. But pretty sure Saskia is gonna interrupt their flirting by saving them.

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

In which Roche has a heart attack from too much coffee. Yeah. He’s okay, though! But PT is about to blow a gasket and coffee will very much be disallowed.

Found Family Prompts

Taking Out the Trash for @useless-empty-brain

Literally a story about taking out the trash lmao. We’re gonna see if I can make this intersting.

Touch Starved for @mochii-girl

Honestly, haven’t gotten much done on this yet, but I’m thinking puppy pile cuddles in Corvo Bianco

Coffeeshop AU aka Brewing Romance and Dissent

Ooof I’ve got a lot of bits and pieces of this written, but nothing quite finished, except for the moment when things change from “we flirt as I order coffee” to “I make you special drinks and invite you to come visit me after hours”. Writing a canon coffeeshop au when I know shit all about coffee is HARD.

Curse Breaking

Omg this is one of the first WiPs I started for Iorveth/Roche, no joke. STILL WORKING ON IT! The premise is that Roche finds a feverish and dying Iorveth in an empty Scoia’tael camp, saves him with the power of True Love’s Kiss The Power of Strong Emotions, Like That Which You Might Have For Your Enemy. Then they team up to go save Iorveth’s Scoia’tael from a big bad mage and Roche invites Triss along for the ride, which totally doesn’t make Iorveth jealous. I kinda stalled out at the part where they reach the mage’s hideout and see the results of the mages failed experiments. On Iorveth’s people. It’s gonna hurt. A lot. But afterwards, there might be makeouts. And some sort of implication that they’re all down to do this (minus the horrible, traumatic parts) again.

Roche POV bloodplay

Roche’s POV starting from before his first encounter with Iorveth. Then he has a weirdly sexually arousing encounter with the elf, and tbh, that’s as far as I got. But Iorveth draws blood from Roche’s neck, presses his thumb to it, and then licks it off his thumb. Next, Iorveth was gonna be the one getting Uncomfortably Aroused, but I haven’t gotten that far. No idea where this is going overall.

Iorveth Investigates Roche

This kinda isn’t a real WiP in that idk if I’ll ever finish it. I mostly started it to do some worldbuilding about what public information there would be about Roche.

Voyeurism AKA Eye on You

Yeah, I don’t have much for the next chapter yet, tbh. So premise is that Iorveth accidentally ends up watching Roche get off at the brothel and finds it really, really hot. Hot enough to get curious and go back for more. Next one is going to involve thigh fucking and Iorveth might possibly get pegged by Daph??? idk

Fake Relationship

Poor @lutes-and-dandelions has been waiting forever for this one and I can’t even find a place to end the scene and post what I have so far. Premise is that Iorveth and Roche are both investigating their missing men and the trail takes them to the Murivel Resort for Couples. So they go undercover. Featuring Roche’s POV of being doubtful, Iorveth using the excuse to flirt outrageously, strip gwent, and a magic amulet that hids Iorveth’s scar and that Roche hates.

Competitive Makeouts AKA The Chase

This was kissing practice and it turned into a casefic! Which is awesome because I love casefics even though I haven’t published any yet. So in this one, as Iorveth and Roche sneak off to makeout, they also end up investigating a conspiracy in the Temerian military.

Iorveth/Roche(/Kayran) + Roche/Foltest aka Every Kiss Begins with Kayran

In which Roche accidentally walks in on Iorveth’s monthly fuck date with the Kayran and gets invited to join in. Then, somehow, it starts to turn into a relationship. With an elf and a tentacle monster. And yet, somehow, this relationship is healthier than the one with Foltest. The contrast opens Roche’s eyes.

Pining and Poignards

In which Iorveth stabs Roche with his favorite knife and wants it back and is also maybe pining a lil bit. Meanwhile Roche is rather pissed, but also curious and begins to teach himself Elder Speech to try to read the inscription on Iorveth’s knife. I stalled out in the scene where Iorveth accidentally watches Roche masturbate in the bath.

Iorveth tittyfucking Roche

Look, it’s what it says on the tin. Roche’s POV of Iorveth’s fascination with his chest and how it makes him feel and then there is sex.

Dirty Gremlin Man

Iorveth gets off on Roche being a sweaty, stinky human. Roche pins Iorveth in a fight and Iorveth gets very distracted watching a drop of sweat trail down Roche’s face. So distracted, in fact, that he doesn’t think twice before stretching out his neck and licking it. Then, of course, he remembers where he is. Featuring a very confused Roche, a smidge of jealousy, and Iorveth stealing Roche’s sweaty clothing to do unspeakable things to it. And somehow they get together.

Want me to sit in your lap?

Geralt LEGIT says this to Roche like 5 mins into the Witcher 2 and it’s GREAT. So of course, I had to write a scene where he actually got to. This is set post Witcher 2 while Geralt, Triss, Roche, and Ves are headed back to Temeria. Triss offers Geralt a little stress relief - which involves warming Roche’s cock and watching Triss and Ves get to know one another.

Red is the Rose

So, Chapter 4 is set post-Witcher 2 and Iorveth is obsessing over the fact that the Rose of Remembrance still has not wilted. He wonders what might be possible, so when he hears a rumor that a certain Temerian Commander was taken captive by Dethmold...

Dethmold most definitely dies. But unfortunately, that doesn’t save Roche from the curses he cast. So they go looking for Geralt to find out how to fix it.

This has only been 9 of my documents, y’all. I think I have a problem.

De-Aged Fic aka The language of friendship is not words but meanings

Ugh, I lost my momentum on this one, which sucks, ‘cause the next chapter is so close to done. Iorveth just needs to do a little freaking out first. But then they will both be back to adults and have to DEAL with the fact that they made good friends and would kinda like that again. I think this fic is gonna be purely friendship for them, but they’re gonna get there.

Glory Hole

A fic for the @sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo where Roche hears a rumor that some Scoia’tael go to this brothel on the outskirts of town and hey, he may as well check it out, right? By going undercover and working the glory hole, of course. He never ACTUALLY expected Iorveth would come, but his legendary mouth was enticing enough to draw the Scoia’tael commander out.

Snuggling

Thirteen “accidentally” handcuffs Iorveth and Roche together when they capture Iorveth. This leads to them lying on the cot in the Stripes’ holding cell, spooning. There is banter and tickling and escapes not attempted and also maybe some sex with Inexperience Iorveth (i say maybe because I already started the sex, but idk if it will fit in).

Petals and Stripes

A weed is but an unloved flower

Okay, the Stripes are going to attempt to woo Iorveth during a battle. Also, there is a stabbing. And then a kidnapping. And then, miracle of miracles, someone actually tries talking!

One person's weed is another person's wildflower

Ves’s POV! She cleans up the mess her idiots make and terrifies the life out of one elven suitor, but first she’s gotta deal with her own conflicted feelings about her Boss, the guy she relies on to show her the shades of grey in the world, loving the elf she’s supposed to kill.

After that, I’ve got 2 more fics planned in this ‘verse. One is gonna be a fluffy and/or sexy date after Iorveth and Roche have gotten together. The other is a Scoia’tael side story, featuring lots of gossip about the humans sending their Commander love letters.

Love Shack

The Better Part of Valor

Ugh, I’m stuck on the sex again. Roche is having a really shitty day, so he goes to the cabin and signals Iorveth that he wants a round. Iorveth offers gentle (for them) sex and praise. And at the end, there’s a very significant scene where Iorveth removes his bandana. Roche buries his fingers in Iorveth’s hair, but doesn’t actually see his face, as he’s laying on his stomach with Iorveth on top of him.

Medicine

The morning after! Roche wakes up to find Iorveth in the bath, facing away from him, and notices a new scar. Iorveth has to deal with actually revealing his scars in daylight and they discuss the significant differences in elven and human medicine. Hint: I turned my own medical procedures into elven medicine, so it’s pretty fucking good.

PWP Ovi

Set ambiguously late, maybe after Thou Art More Lovely and More Temperate. Iorveth and Roche explore what Roche can take. We start with overstimulation, go into consensual somnophilia, come inflation, breeding kink, and oviposition. Because elves reproduce by laying eggs, which is not at all the case purely because I started this WiP ages ago and was horny.

The Picture Says It All

There’s going to be 5 more pictures that Rinn draws for Iorveth. Next is Roche hard at work, hunched over a desk. Then we’re getting some shirtless Roche, for “research”, of course. Then Roche cuddling with PT and the rest of the team, about which Iorveth is not at all jealous. Then a face study of Roche during a fight and uh, Iorveth is uncomfortably turned on. And finally, a drawing of their cabin with a silhouette in the window. She knows.

Roche & Rinn: The Haunting of Barrack 8B

Oh man, I really want to finish the next chapter, because I already have the one after that done. But first, we get introduced to Adda! This ‘verse is going to feature Adda the White a lot more than any of my others have done so far and I’m very excited. Also, Silas continues to be terrified of the ghost and the ghost and Adda become girlfriends buddies.

Roche builds Iorveth a home

Set late in the ‘verse, after Roche knows his feelings, but they haven’t said them yet (not out loud, anyway). Iorveth takes a trip to go meet Saskia do things off screen and Roche ends up turning to his old hobby, carpentry, to keep himself from pining too obviously. So obviously he ends up builing Iorveth a solarium. And a pillow nest. And a scaffold so that flowers that blossom in the moonlight cover the glass and give them privacy.

I got stuck here because Rinn needs to give Roche a hint to get him to build the pillow nest, but I hadn’t developed Rinn and Roche’s relationship yet, so had to go back and do that. But eventually Iorveth returns and they have wonderful I’m-not-saying-it-but-i-love-you sex in the new pillow nest.

Foltest (WiP): Long Live the King

This is actually the last fic in the ‘verse, so I don’t want to give too much away. But actually, I haven’t figured out what the next chapter is, BUT I have the chapter after that started and it is GOOD, just you wait!! I’m very excited.

Don’t Cry For Me, Temeria

This ‘verse alone, I have 14 WiPs and a dozen more unwritten ideas.

(Im)Perfect Strangers

I am frustratingly stuck on this chapter. Theoreatically, we are going to have a check in on how the mountain and the rest of our cast is doing and then Roche launches his Wooing TM plan (aka dinner, gift, and dancing).

Between Two Fools

Yeah, Roche and Iorveth have very different understandings of what their gifts represent. There is some soft happiness and then a swift rug pulled out from under Iorveth’s feet, I’m afraid. BUT we are almost to the part where the two idiots sit down and actually talk properly.

Unlucky Number Thirteen

Not only do I have more of Thirteen’s story planned, but I have ideas for ALL the Stripes to have stories. We’ll see how that goes. But for now, Thirteen starts spying for Roche. A lot of still-nebulous stuff happens, including Thirteen’s first time, for which he asks Roche to help. Additionally, once we reach the (Im)Perfect Strangers timeline, Thirteen has a special story all his own. It involves learning to read and a secret I shall not yet reveal.

Silas

Like I said, all the Stripes are hopefully getting stories. But Silas’s is coming along nicely. He starts a new life as “Silas”, as a man, and joins the army. Boot camp is rough and awful and he’s not very good at any of it, but one day, Roche comes looking for a recruit. He needs a codebreaker to decipher Thirteen’s scouting reports (another one for pictures). So Silas joins the Stripes, but he’s still terrified that they’ll fnd out and think he’s been lying to them. Fortunately, they’ll be putting his fears to rest.

Stripes Sex aka Earning Your Stripes: The First Time

PT’s POV! The Stripes (pre-Silas) are all still getting comfortable with each other as a team. But Thirteen has known Roche the longest and in a specific capacity. So one evening when he needs to get out of his head, Thirteen asks Roche to dom him. PT is confused and scandalized and then jealous, but he gets to join in soon too. Meanwhile, Finch and Ves have fun with their bratty arsonist and Fenn is loving it.

break (v /brāk/): to destroy someone's resistance

This is very long and entirely build up to porn. And then lots of porn. A question during a random conversation leads Roche to make Iorveth ask him to take Iorveth utterly apart in a consensual non-consent fantasy set when they were still enemies in the forest.

Bath House

This was supposed to be a simple PWP where Roche talks dirty to Iorveth under his breath while the two of them are at the bathhouse with Boussy (who LOVES baths and brought them to the fancy bath house), Anais, and Thirteen (who HATE baths and react to water much like a cat). They kinda took over the story and there has been no dirty talk yet oops.

Iorveth POV: Tutti

Iorveth begins to reclaim his love for music and lets himself improvise and compose again. And he ends up writing a song that is the story of his and Roche’s romance.

Daggers, Dumplings, and Dresses

The Elihal/Hattori side story! Though we haven’t actually met Hattori yet. So far, Elihal is expounding on his past and his relationship with Iorveth (he used to make all of Iorveth’s fancy gowns for concerts). Elihal and Hattori won’t play a HUGE role in (Im)Perfect Strangers, but they will be appearing!

Ves and Ciaran aka The First Rule of Fight Club

Ves is stuck walking a very long way back to Vergen with the memory of Ciaran’s skin against her teeth. And even though elves lie like breathing, she can’t help thinking about what he said about Roche not being worth her loyalty. Slowly, she begins to work some things out.

Sex with Saskia/Dragonfucking

Yeah, it’s what it sounds like. Iorveth tells Roche that Saskia agreed to a threesome and where to meet, but he neglected to mention the rather large dragon that was currently rimming his ass. Roche gets distracted from his confusion by the hotness and watches Iorveth get fucked by a dragon (with 2 dicks to fit 2 holes, of course).

Come Inflation + Piss Play

Um. Yeah, it’s a PWP where Roche asks Triss for a potion that will make him come a lot. And then Iorveth wants more. No idea where it’s going, tbh.

Stripes vs Scoia’tael: Water Balloon Fight

Literally a water balloon fight. For morale.

Baby Mama

Uh, the title is a bit telling here oops. But let’s just say Iorveth and Roche go on vacation to the cabin on top of the mountain again when Iorveth is hit with the sudden extreme urge to breed. Roche is down, but at some point, they do actually need to talk.

King Roche aka fics where Roche is in charge and hates it. Some are more in line with this than others.

Post W3 Becoming Terrorists Together

Ah yes, the murder husbands fic. Literally, Roche gets stuck leading Temeria under Emhyr’s orders and he’s good at it, but he HATES it. Enter Iorveth, who both points out security flaws, joins Roche for a surprisingly unawkward bath, and proposes that they go hunting down war criminals on their own time. How can Roche say no?

Pre-W2 Ambassadorial AU

Different first meeting AU! In this one, Iorveth is sent as the elven ambassador to Temeria and it’s about as much fun as one might expect. Triss and Roche, the other outcasts amongst Temerian court, decide to befriend him. Well, try to anyway. idk where this is going, but it’s been fun. Also, Iorveth wears a fancy braid over his eye, because I said so. Also, I might be planning an OT3 porn scene at some point, because it turns out, elves are VERY sensitive to magic XD

Leap of Faith

Okay, yeah, this has nothing to do with King Roche, but it’s the doc I was working in when I got the idea. In this one, a mage captures Iorveth for Foltest and starts torturing him. Roche, without really thinking about it, decides the mage goes too far, so he kills them. Leaving him with an elven prisoner and a castle full of people who will consider him a traitor for that. They escape the city, but now Iorveth has gotta convince Roche that no, the King really won’t forget that whole murder and prisoner escape thing.

The whole point of this fic was for me to write them jumping off a cliff lmao. When am I gonna get to that? Probably like last or second to last chapter, tbh. Which should be... after the next one? No, I lied, it’s next chapter! I need to get on that!

An ill-favour’d thing, sir, but mine own aka Possessive Sex

Piss Fic

Um. Yeah. Roche is really horny when Iorveth gets home and is on him immediately, which is great, but Iorveth has gotta piss. Which becomes less urgent as Roche is determined to have his face fucks, but after he comes all over Roche’s face, it’s VERY urgent and Roche is a fucking brat and won’t move out of the way. So obviously the response to this is to piss on Roche’s crotch - which Roche is apparently more than okay with.

Cum Dumpster Roche

Yeah, this one doesn’t have much yet, I literally just wanted Roche getting railed and claimed and L O V I N G it.

Possessiveness

Iorveth spends a lot of time thinking about his enemy, his nemesis. He’s researched Roche extensively, spent hours thinking up tactics and strategies to outwit his nemesis. He literally knows what Roche named his stupid weapons, but he’s never actually met Roche.

But he’s dreamt about it. The Roche in reality doesn’t look like the assumptions he made in his dreams, but who cares about looks? Because Roche is his, and certainly not some dh’oine king’s.

Tentacles + Breeding

Gods, this one is SO CLOSE to being done dammit, I just gotta finish it!! But it’s a fun one. Iorveth and Roche are fighting, when Iorveth suddenly starts fighting plants, which are fighting back. Then the plants notice Roche and suddenly he’s tied up with vines and his clothes are getting torn off and uh, he’s not supposed to find this hot, is he? But he really kinda does. And then Iorveth goes and claims him and tries to protect him from a nearly-extinct non-sentient plant that sensed a warm spot to lay its eggs until someone else could come along and fertilize them. Iorveth is delighted to be that person.

Dream: Pleasure Slave

Yeah, Roche really likes getting claimed in these. In this one, he has a favorite dream setting where Iorveth rules some grand elven kingdom and Roche’s only role is to bring him pleasure. Not to deal with politics or nobles or policy, but just to make Iorveth feel good. So far, this features cock warming, come inflation, a leather cock cage (so to speak), prostate milking, and a very nice silver chalice that Iorveth expects Roche to fill before they’re done.

Roche wears a collar

This was gonna be a simple lil thing based on me creating Roche in heroforge and giving him a lil hidden collar. But then Iorveth decided to get really sappy and had to design and create the perfect collar for his enemy. And then, much to his surprise, he gets the opportunity to PUT his collar on Roche. Which is great, except the sight distracts him so much that Roche manages to escape.

But the next time they meet, Roche is still wearing that collar, hidden under his chaperon and armor. Iorveth has feelings about that.

Standalone

Crones fic aka And Ghosts Did Shriek and Shrill

So this is the angsty fic that started from a crack premise. Er, one of them. I seem to do that a lot. But in this one, Roche goes to the Ladies of the Woods and asks for his men back. The Ladies agree, in exchange for 6 lifetimes of service. But no creature can reverse death. Which leads to the Stripes coming back to “life” as ghosts - only Roche is the only one who can see them. Ves can’t (not at first).

Believe it or not, the whole idea behind this was the Stripes roasting Roche as he tries to flirt (terribly) with Iorveth. But uh... somehow it turned pretty dark. Like, it’ll have a happy ending for sure, but it’s gonna be a lot about processing trauma and grief and building families and also curing a plague, because that’s the first assignment from the Ladies.

Stripes fics

Cuddles with the Commander

This is intended to be a sequel to The Pride of Temeria, but I kinda got stuck figuring out exactly how Roche should react. Tbh, I don’t have much of this written yet, but the goal is for Roche to approve cuddles with everyone lmao.

Fire Breating

Okay, this one started as crack purely because I love fire, but it’s actually been really fun. So, Iorveth and Roche are established and Iorveth has been invited to a family night with the Stripes, which is kinda a lil awkward. So they decide to showcase some of their talents - which includes Roche singing musicals and PT breathing fire.

Iorveth is horrified that humans have harnessed this skill.

Iorveth’s missing eye

This is really short and idk if I’ll continue it, but the idea was for Roche to really wonder what was up with the bandana over half of Iorveth’s face was about. And then, of course, to find out.

Iorveth Gangbang

Why is this under Stripes fics, you might ask? Well, I have great news for you. Guess who the gang is?

In which Iorveth and Roche are in an established relationship and Iorveth gets tied up in the middle of the Stripes’ camp while Roche orders his men to take him apart. Iorveth very much enjoys himself, and then when the Stripes are tapped out, Roche shows ‘em how it’s done.

Kink Bingo fics aka that event that I totally failed, but hey, prompts are prompts.

Age Kink

In this fic, Iorveth and Roche both end up captured by unknown forces and end up imprisoned together. I think the Stripes and Scoia’tael are probably working together to find them and save them, but in the meantime, Iorveth and Roche decide to get to know each other a bit better. Featuring muscle spasms, blow jobs, and pain kink.

Eskel/Lambert (okay, a little out of place here, but eh, it’s in the doc and I am still working on it)

Started for a prompt on tumblr, Eskel and Lambert end up fighting and, trying to keep the peace, Eskel casts axii on Lambert. Which leads to Lambert confessing that he bit Eskel because it’s the only way he could get his mouth on him. This leads to some dodged confessions, some frottage, and some snarky banter, because of course it does.

Tempt Not a Desperate Man aka the Fuck or Die series that started with Devour What’s Truly Yours

Fisting

The next part of the series, where Roche struggles with the fact that he’s been high key horny ever since the encounter in the woods with Iorveth and nothing is satisfying him. Iorveth, on the other hand, is jealous and annoyed that Roche keeps going to the whorehouse.

Then Roche decides to make a potentially suicidal move and enters the forest to try to find the clearing from last time. And, as you might guess from my heading, fisting will be happening.

Iorveth POV: The Chaperon

Okay, I don’t actually have much of this written, but it’s really cute so - Roche keeps using his chaperon as a cum rag, so Iorveth knits and/or sews him a new one.

“Human Bootlicker”

PWP where Iorveth jokingly suggestions Roche should surrender on his knees - and then Roche does. And asks Iorveth to take his prize. Featuring Roche coming all over Iorveth’s boots from getting his face fucked, then leaning down and licking up the mess while Iorveth watches and then comes over his face.

One Accidental Proposal and Five Attempts At Accepting

So one of the themes of this ‘verse is gonna be the Elven Baths where the Roses of Remembrance grow. As in, they decide to make the elven baths a place they meet up. This is the first time Iorveth takes Roche there, and Roche does not know what significance the roses have. But he DOES know that Iorveth blushes cutely when he tucks a rose behind Iorveth’s ear, so...

Iorveth would like to accept, only Roche doesn’t know WHAT he’s trying to accept.

The Legend

So in the game, there is a legend around the statue of elven lovers above the elven baths. “Legend has it the lover’s sighs are enchanted within these very stones, though only those in love can hear them.”

Iorveth overhears his Scoia’tael gossiping about the legend and comes to an abrupt realization that Roche and him were the ones they were hearing. Oops?

Standalone Fics

Letters

This is kind of a bittersweet WiP that I mostly wrote in one go and then went to sleep and kinda lost the will for it. BUT the premise is that post-Witcher 3 Roche is in charge of Temeria and his brooding is interrupted when he receives a letter sealed with a forget me not pressed into wax. Iorveth continues to send letters describing his life as a “civilian” in Nilfgaard and how much he hates it and Roche relates a little bit too much. Then Iorveth decides to run away and live on the streets as a musician and he might inspire Roche to start learning the cello and presumably at some point, they meet.

Identity Porn

Iorveth and Roche have a meet cute in Flotsam’s tavern while the elf is listening in for local gossip and Roche is passing through on his way to meet with the other northern kings to get support in fighting against the new emerging threat of the Scoia’tael. Neither knows who the other is, but that doesn’t stop them from starting a relationship where they meet every time Roche passes through Flotsam. But their house of cards can only last so long, and at some point, they will meet as enemies. Who knows what happens then? idk, not me.

Gwent pinup calendar aka Cards Out for Your Country

Hahaha, so I started this series in response to some WONDERFUL art of Roche with his Tits Out For Temeria. And obviously we need more of that, so I created a list of 24 characters who are asked to pose for some pinup art, all in the name of Gwent. So far, I’ve only finished Dandelion’s pose/the introduction, but I do plan to do as many of them as I physically can.

Gwent Game in Corvo Bianco

Wow, I didn’t even remember this WiP, so uh... clearly I haven’t worked on it in a while. But it’s Iorveth’s POV of how surprisingly comfortable he is in Corvo Bianco and Iorveth and Geralt get drunk and play gwent.

Zoltan/Jaskier/Priscilla

A giftfic for Wibbly that involves Zoltan being sappy about his bards and then Priscilla dominates them. Featuring all my headcanons about dwarven genitalia (two holes, one with a retractible dick).

Dijkstra fics

Noticing Roche’s Fucked Up Relationship

Anyone else randomly finding themselves shipping Dijkstra/Roche? No? Ah well. For this one Dijkstra observes Roche and sees a few too many reminders of himself with Vizimir, except Foltest is no Vizimir, and Roche clearly hasn’t learned to set up boundaries. Dijkstra feels weirdly compelled to help him figure that out before Foltest destroys him.

Developing Respect Fic

Also known as “let’s torture Roche 1.0!” This fic switches between the present, where Roche has woken up in a cell somewhere unknown and it brings back far too many memories for him to be entirely sure of what is happening when. In the past, he was captured by Redania while on a mission for Foltest, long before he was anyone notable. Dijkstra comes to visit, curious about this prisoner who refuses to break, to even tell them his name or confirm his country (but he has a Temerian tramp stamp, so they know lmao). So Dijkstra decides that this is not a man who will be broken through torture and decides to try conversation instead. The idea is to show them slowly gaining respect for each other, but like, obviously Roche is still a prisoner. Eventually, he’s returned to Temeria in a prisoner exchange, but meanwhile, in the present, Roche is all alone, with not even guards around and no way to free himself.

and that’s all!! I am... legitimately scared to count, tbh. This post is so fucking long, the number cannot be good for my heart. But, that said, please come talk to me about any ideas you find interesting!! Or anything you have questions about!

And if you made it this far down the list... wow. Thank you, you rock.

#rorveth #iorveth x roche #the witcher #don't cry for me temeria #wip wednesday #my fics #WiPs #yeah it's not wednesday but whatever i finished the list

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mezzomercury · 4 years

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Bohemian Rhapsody in Blue: Chapter Eight- Good Company

A/N: Here it is, after working on it on and off for almost for six(!!!) months. Apologies for the delay and I hope my readers are just as excited about reading this as I am about posting it. FYI, this is a picture that was in Eliza’s nursery.

Warnings: Mentions of food, vomit (that’s about it I think)

Word Count: 2.7k

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January 22, 1986

The Garden Lodge

London, United Kingdom

Circa 3:00pm

It had only been two days since Freddie and Jim brought their daughter Eliza home to the Garden Lodge, but it was evident that they had more than their hands full with being new fathers. Although Nadia was staying with them for the next couple weeks, she could only do so much to help them, as her doctor put her on strict bed rest for the time being. Sleep deprived and with barely any time for themselves, Freddie and Jim still couldn’t be happier with this new chapter in their lives.

Now, it was time for little Eliza to meet her uncles. Brian, Roger, and Deaky had eagerly awaited this day for nine months, and were beyond ecstatic upon hearing the news that their friend and lead singer along with his husband had welcomed a beautiful and healthy baby girl. Since they were all parents themselves, Freddie had already been seeking their advice almost constantly. They would normally be bothered or annoyed by his incessant badgering, but they all remembered what it was like having their first baby and how the first couple of months were rather difficult and nerve-wracking to say the least. Brian, Roger, and Deaky had never expected Freddie to become a family man, but Jim brought about a change in him that they never thought was possible, and now the addition of a child settled him down even more. For once, they weren’t worried about their friend’s well-being, as he was now positively in love, and, as Freddie himself stated, “no fucker in the world is going to change that.”

The three visiting members of Queen piled into Roger’s car, along with a mountain of gifts for both Eliza and her mother. Freddie and Jim had planned a small get together for them at the Garden Lodge. Afternoon tea would be served, in addition to champagne and cigars wrapped in pink ribbons, all graciously prepared by Phoebe and Joe. It would be a rather small affair, but it had no probability of being dull, as long as the four members of Queen were together in an event hosted by their lead singer.

As Brian, Roger, and Deaky parked at the Garden Lodge and rang the bell at the front door, they were greeted by Phoebe, who assisted them in hauling gifts inside. Upon walking into the drawing room, the first thing they saw was Freddie, dressed in an old, yellow sleeveless jersey that was covered in spit-up, and white running pants that they had never seen him dawn before. In addition, he was carrying little Eliza in a sling strapped to his chest as he was bottle feeding and talking to her in a very cutesy voice, all while rocking her and pacing around slowly. Of course, his bandmates found it adorable, and even a gasp of awe couldn’t help but escape Deaky’s mouth, but it was strange to see Freddie already taking fatherhood so seriously.

“Hey, Mary Poppins! We finally made it!” Roger quipped in order to get the new father’s attention.

Freddie promptly halted his baby talk and turned his head to see his three bandmates standing right in front of him, which made a huge toothy smile spread across his face, though it was met with a hint of blush in his cheeks.

“Oh bugger, I was hoping you didn’t hear any of that. Did you?” he asked, waiting to hear the response he was fearing.

“We did, unfortunately.” Brian answered him, to which Freddie sighed, but had a feeling that he would be saved from any further embarrassment as he watched his husband Jim waltz into the room, greeting everyone with a hug.

“Welcome, lads! We’re glad you all could make it.” Jim addressed the three guests, “Did you all remember to wash your hands?” stating his concern of spreading any germs to his newborn daughter.

He earned three nods in response and he couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

“Say, where’s the woman of the hour?” Deaky asked, referring to Nadia, “She’s the one who we should be celebrating here. She did all the hard work while you two just watched.” This earned a playful scoff from Freddie.

“She’ll be here shortly. She’s resting in her room at the moment.” Jim responded, earning a nod of understanding from the bassist.

Once Phoebe brought in several teapots, cups, as well as an assortment of sandwiches and cakes, everyone sat down and tried to make themselves comfortable. Freddie, who was still holding Eliza in the sling, showed no signs of giving her up easily.

“Alright, Fred, let’s see our new niece. She was nearly born in my car, after all, so I should be the first to hold her, shouldn’t I?” Roger stated, eagerly awaiting to meet baby Eliza.

Much to his dismay, Freddie was extremely reluctant to pass the baby to anyone, so Jim had to silently coax his husband in to passing her to him, to which he then carefully deposited her into Roger’s awaiting arms. Everyone gasped in amazement as they finally got a glimpse of Eliza’s tiny face.

“Goodness, she’s absolutely beautiful. Well done, you two.” Brian remarked, silently adoring her tiny, delicate features.

“Yeah, you didn’t do too bad. She’s quite an adorable little potato, isn’t she?” Roger gushed as he adjusted his hold on the baby.

Seemingly discontent from being mildly jostled, Eliza began to fuss in Roger’s arms, to which her uncle cooed and shifted her so that her head was on his shoulder.

“There there, dear. It’s alright. It’s just your Uncle Rog. No need to fuss, dear.”

As he slowly pat the baby’s back he noticed her fussing subdued once he felt her hiccup, but he was unpleasantly surprised when this was followed by her vomiting on his shoulder. Everyone in the room couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, especially Freddie, who burst into a fit of laughter as he nearly collapsed into Jim’s lap from hysterics. When he collected himself a bit after a minute or so, he noticed Roger’s unamused expression and chortled,

“That’s my girl. Very good.”

As Roger noticed the vomit that was running down his back and destroying his shirt, he began to panic while simultaneously regretting that he chose to wear one of his favorite shirts for this occasion. Luckily, Deaky came to his rescue and suggested to him,

“How about you pass her along so you can go ahead and clean off? Your time’s up to hold her anyways.”

Roger obliged and quickly handed Eliza to Deaky, who took her into his arms like the professional father that he was. As the baby was still fussing a bit, she calmed down and fell asleep as soon as her godfather held her.

“That’s a bit better, dear. I don’t blame you for doing that to Roger.” Deaky whispered to her, causing everyone to chuckle.

“You’re quite the baby whisperer there, aren’t you, John?” Jim mused.

“He’d ought to be, darling. He’s had four of them.” Freddie retorted, “You’re not planning on having any more, are you, Deaks?”

Deaky shrugged as he rocked Eliza in his arms, to which everyone groaned jokingly.

“You and Veronica are breeding like rabbits at this rate.” Roger teased, “But I don’t blame you, honestly. You do make very cute little hobbit children.”

“I think the amount we have is fine for now, but who knows, this little one might change our minds, especially when the missus meets her.” Deaky remarked, gently cradling Eliza.

“I’m sure Freddie and Jim will let you borrow her whenever you want,” Brian responded, still unable to believe how the Deacons managed to raise that many children and make it look as simple as could be, “But in any case, I’d like to see my niece now, Deaky, if you don’t mind.” He tried to be as polite as possible without sounding too impatient.

Eliza, who wasn’t too thrilled to be passed around like a hot potato, began to fuss again, causing Deaky to smirk as he decided to let Brian deal with it.

“I know, you don’t like being tossed about like this, do you, dear?” Brian startled cradling the baby who seemed to be quite overwhelmed with everything going on, “Stick with me for a bit and it’ll all be fine.”

As tea was being served, Brian continued to hold Eliza and walk around the room with her, insisting that he wasn’t really hungry anyway. The others in the room engaged in mild, business-related conversation, all while Brian was softly singing ‘39 to his niece. Brian’s soothing voice seemed to have a positive effect on the infant, as she sighed contently while studying his face, trying as hard as she could to commit it to her memory. As he was singing the famous refrain of his song, all eyes were on him when he interrupted himself with an unexpected yelp as he felt a strong tug at a strand of his curly mane. Trying not to react too harshly, he looked down to see little Eliza holding onto his hair for dear life, making tiny cooing noises while doing so. The sight of it all would have made him soft, except her surprisingly strong grip prevented him from adoring it too much.

“She’s not going to let go anytime soon, I can tell you that.” Freddie interjected while he and the rest of the boys were laughing at the scene before them.

“It’s quite alright. I should be used to this by now, anyways.” Brian replied, trying to get Eliza’s grip off of his lock of hair, but to no avail.

Jim promptly rose from his chair to provide some assistance, gently coaxing his daughter’s chubby hand to free her uncle from her grasp by getting her to latch onto his own finger, then moving her hand to grip onto Brian’s shirt.

“That’s better now, love.” Jim whispered to the infant as he bent to her level to kiss her pudgy cheek.

Now with his hair free from her chubby but surprisingly strong grasp, Brian resumed walking around the room with Eliza, stopping at the pile of gifts and quietly showing and explaining her new toys. Overhearing this soft, one-sided conversation, Freddie turned around and asked the guitarist,

“Bri, you’re not trying to brainwash her with astrophysics yet, are you?”

“Not quite, Fred. You see, newborns just like to be stimulated both aurally and visually. It helps with their development.”

Freddie playfully rolled his eyes and let Brian continue “stimulating” his daughter, but before he could one-up his friend, Nadia quietly appeared into the drawing room and was immediately showered with attention and friendly affection from everyone occupying the space. As Freddie caught her out of the corner of his eye, he nearly dropped his cup of tea in a panic,

“Nadia, darling, what did the doctor tell you about standing up for too long? Please come sit at once!”

As he whisked away the poor woman and helped her sit on the sofa next to Jim, he was met with light chuckles and playful eye rolls from his friends. Before anyone could make a joke about Freddie’s new mother hen behavior, Deaky chimed in as he got up and presented his children’s former nanny with a bouquet of flowers accompanied by four handmade cards which were obviously done by the younger members of his family,

“Freddie and Jim told us about your new ‘updated’ agreement and we couldn’t be happier that you’re here to stay.”

“Thanks Deaky. I’m so glad to be here. It’s safe to say that I’ve grown attached to all of you.”

”You’re an incredibly strong woman for putting up with these two for the past nine months” Roger joked, referring to Freddie and Jim, “Are you sure you want to keep dealing with them? They’re quite the handful.” Freddie playfully smacked him, as was common for him to. Rubbing his head, the blonde drummer followed up.

”Actually, it’s better if you stay. I don’t want Freddie corrupting that poor girl too much. God knows what would happen without you.” Another smack, this time a little bit harder, or so the victim claimed.

”Rog, you’re almost asking to be puked on again at this point.” Freddie smirked, acting as if he had done nothing wrong.

Somehow, in the middle of all of the riveting conversation, baby Eliza, who had been carefully placed in her bassinet a few minutes ago by Brian, started to cry, almost as if she noticed everyone’s attention was on her mother and not her. Deaky, being the first to notice, made an effort to point it out as much as he could over the infant’s high-pitched near shrieking.

“Someone is quite the attention seeker already. I wonder who she could’ve gotten that from.”

Almost comically, everyone turned their gaze to Freddie, who merely scoffed and waved it off.

Nadia, who knew immediately the reason for her daughter’s fussiness, picked her up and walked into the other room to nurse her in private. Once she left, the living room became incredibly silent, before Roger tried his best at whisper,

“So, have you two shown her the house yet?”

This question was met with both Freddie and Jim violently shushing him, but Brian and Deaky were quick to inquire about this to their hosts. Jim made sure again that the coast was clear and that Nadia wasn’t in earshot before replying,

”Oh, did Freddie not tell all of you?”

The two clueless guests shook their heads, still utterly puzzled.

“We bought Nadia a house a few blocks away from here. We figured she’d want to live closer now that she’s a part of the family, and also as sort of a thank you gift. It was all Freddie’s idea really, as you could imagine.”

Everyone cooed in awe, but still trying to keep quiet so Nadia wouldn’t hear. Freddie was quick to answer Roger’s underlying question,

“No, we haven’t, but we’ll take her there once she’s fully recovered. I’m honestly quite surprised that she hasn’t figured it out yet.”

”Well, you know, she’s been pretty busy lately, you know, creating a new life and all.” Brian quipped as he took a generous sip of his tea.

“I wish I could see the look on her face when she sees it. Knowing you two she’ll probably love it.” Deaky muttered before quickly trying to signal everyone else that Nadia is heading back into the room.

Everyone became suspiciously quiet once again, but now they were met with Nadia raising her brow, trying to find the reason for it, all while burping Eliza over her shoulder.

“”What were you boys talking about? The room is never usually this quiet when you all are here.”

Freddie was quick to respond, even though he didn’t have a carefully thought out alibi.

“Oh, um...nothing darling. Just about………..how we’re going to try to finish the record now with the baby here and all.”

This caused Nadia’s curiosity to peak, but before she could say anything, Jim was quick to have her sit down again, taking Eliza from her and rocking her gently.

”Do you like your uncles, dear? They certainly are an odd bunch, but they love you all so much.”

Jim took a moment to reflect once he referred to all the men in the room as his daughter’s “uncles.” It went without mentioning that none of them were at all true blood relatives, but the bond as a nontraditional, chosen family was even stronger that he and his husband had with their actual family members. Little Eliza would grow up to have at least three surrogate uncles always by her side, and that was enough to provide relief to either of her parents. This wild and crazy group would prove to be the biggest support system she would have in the years to come, and for that Freddie and Jim were forever thankful.

As Jim was suddenly pulled away from his thoughts by his approaching him and kissing him gently on the cheek, then bending down to do the same for their daughter, the Irishman sighed in pure content.

After all these years, after all this time, I am finally where I was meant to be.

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annoyinglyjovialbird · 4 years

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Voltron: Next Generation

Unexpected Mission: II

Word Count: 2704

Before Eliza Griffin walked into her dorm, she knew she was expecting a new roommate, but she never expected it to be a twelve-year-old Altean.

“Uh, hi.” Liz greeted, inciting a yelp from the girl. She had pale skin and strawberry blonde locks cascaded from her head into two low curly ponytails. Her Altean markings were the same color as her bright blue eyes.

“H-Hi!” The girl stammered, hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “It’s a, uh, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Her posh accent was Altean. “I’m Allura of Altea. And you are?”

“Allura, like the Princess of Altea?” Liz crossed her arms, leaning against the post of her bed. Allura became very flustered at the mention of her namesake, the powerful Princess Allura, who had given her life for the creation of Daibazaal and Altea.

“Uh, y-yes. I was named after her, yes.” Allura tucked a rogue baby hair behind her ear, although it came loose again. Liz was going to ask her more questions, but a figure appeared at the open door.

“Hey, the Caps want us in the commons in like, ten minutes.” The young man in the doorway had brushed back his black hair back and away from his face. It was so neat, Liz had suspected it was held by bobby pins rather than gel. “New roomie?”

“Ten minutes? You normally give me thirty!” Liz bolted to her desk chair, grabbing her cadet jacket, Allie’s hand, and ran down the hall. She got to the end of the hall at a cross-section when she noticed Art wasn’t following them. “I swear if he’s messing with me again, I’m chaining him to a chair.” Liz gritted, turning Allie’s eyes into saucers. “I’m kidding!” Liz brightened up. “Maybe.”

“Are his cheeks always so flushed?” Allie asked. Indeed, Arthur’s cheeks were flushed and his forehead was beginning to shine.

“Let’s just get to the commons, Allie. He’ll catch up.” Pulling her down the hall, Allie was taken aback by the Galaxy Garrison. With walls resembling those on the ships she would travel in, words printed on the walls in gray and blue with bold orange stripes over them.

The common areas were designed to let as much light in as possible, with large windows on the upper half of the room while being as private as possible. The walls were made with dark panels that were wide open to let in the light. The floors were dark gray too, with lighter gray beanbags and orange couches decorated the floor. Lounging on the longest couch, Cake was flipping through a recipe book.

“Are you Balmeran?” A quiet voice asked. One glance at her blue Altean markings, Allie had instantly made a new friend.

“Half-Balmeran.” Tossing the book aside, Hunk extended a hand. Allie took it in her own, and Cake pulled on her arm until she was sitting on the couch next to Cake. “There were too many humans on our team.”

“Rude.” Looking up at who spoke, Allie relaxed at the familiar grin. With hair now pulled in a ponytail and an orange coat buttoned and pressed, Kova’s bright eyes met Allie’s.

“Oh, so this is Allie.” The boy next to Kova now spoke. “I’m Caleb, you know my sister Kova,” Kova gave a small wave. “The rude half-Balmeran is Cake,” He rolled his eyes at his name. “Your roommate is Liz, but we tend to call her Griffin, and Art is who knows where.” At the name, Allie sat up.

“Does he have black hair, a pointy nose, and a little freckle right here?” Allie pointed to a spot on her cheek, just underneath her right eye.

“Uh, yeah. You already met?”

“Liz went back to check on him. He looked flushed.” At this, Kova grew worried. Shaking her head, she walked over to the nearest coffee table. Placing an orange touch pad, a screen popped up. It looked like a digital clock, a timer counting down. Liz and Art had about five minutes before they were late. They sat and stared at the clock as it counted down, reaching a minute before the pair walked in.

“Sorry! We passed by the med wing first.” Liz announced, punching Art in the arm. “Did we already do introductions?” Liz looked over at Allie, who was fiddling with the hem of her cadet jacket. Only one gold stripe lined her shoulders, while the others had two.

“Not quite.” Kova was half-smiling, while Caleb stared the two down. “Allie.” At her name, the young girl sat up straight with full-attention on Kova. “As you’re aware, our institution splits students up into teams of three.”

“Oh great, she’s doing the officer voice,” Liz muttered under her breath. Kova took a breath, trying not to laugh. Allie was nodding her head.

“Most cadets begin training at a young age, usually about twelve-years-old. At about fifteen, or whenever they successfully pass the test, junior cadets have the opportunity to be promoted to senior cadets. Senior cadets at normally nineteen have the opportunity to be promoted to a junior officer, trading their orange coats for gray.” A disembodied voice began to say, and Kova went into full-fledged panic mode. The disembodied voice was Shiro, the information was for the public, and the ad was playing at full volume through the commons.

“Sorry about that. I was trying to project the Garrison blueprints.” Kova said.

“No, you weren’t,” Caleb grumbled.

“You were chosen to be my communications because I was down a member and I’m supposed to be promoted soon,” Kova said bluntly. She stared at the other four cadets, who were blinking at her. “If we didn’t have the mission to the Garrison’s abandoned basement, we would have spent more time training.” The four began nodding their heads before the words processed completely.

“Wait, what?” They all almost yelled unanimously.

With a projecting screen, the blueprints of the Garrison came to life. The blinking red dot appeared, and the teams were shocked.

“That’s what’s causing the malfunctions?” Liz asked. Caleb nodded, looking to Kova. Kova stared at him, then turned to Cake and Allie.

“The sub-floor we will be entering used to be ground zero for the battleships and crew of the IGF-Atlas during the war against the witch and the crazed general. After the war ended, the floor was rendered useless, and subsequently abandoned.” Kova explained, turning to Caleb.

“The sub-floor is only accessible through an authorized access card, therefore the Colonel will be accompanying us down. If he decides to join us further than the elevator door, we will not argue. We will still be required to treat this like an unsupervised mission.”

“Thanks to Cake and Allie, we will be wearing suits recognizable to any detection software that may still be active on vessels we may encounter. Our job is to ensure the success of the mission, meaning Allie will be our mule.” A timid hand rose.

“What is a ‘mule’?” Liz, Art, and Cake stared at Allie with the widest eyes before turning to their Caps, who weren’t responding, then back again.

“Medical, Unnecessary, and Laboratory Equipment carrier,” Kova said, trying to figure out the names for the new acronym.

“Shouldn’t it be mulec, then?”

“Mulec sounds like an allergy medication, which you are not.” Caleb was glaring at Kova, who was trying to convince herself of the acronym.

“I thought I was the med when we teamed up,” Liz said, looking at the Caps for answers.

“Allie used to work with Romelle and Colleen in labs and hospitals on Altea and Earth.” Kova started.

“Besides, you’re better trained for this.” Caleb ended. Liz nodded her head, staring at the dot.

“Other questions?” Kova asked, the teams shaking their heads. “Meet up here at 0800 hours with equipment packed. We will provide suits, but will not provide food, clothes, or first aid kits.” With that, Kova walked away, Caleb following behind, leaving Art, Liz, Cake, and Allie in the room.

"Why eight in the morning?" Cake mumbled, earning a look from Art.

"Why complain?" Art shot at Cake.

"Why date the Cap's sister?" Liz said.

"How do I pack for this?" Allie asked, rigid in her seat. With 'goodbyes' and 'see you in the mornings', the four split off for their dorms. Liz tried to explain to Allie how to pack for a mission, even a simulated one. Cake was wondering if his dad's suit had anything to do with the recognition software Kova was talking about. Art was heading towards a deck that was completely blocked from the view of the cameras. Leaning on the railing, Kova had her eyes closed. Only one other person knew what she would be thinking about in such a quiet moment and place, and it wasn't the person snaking their arms around her waist.

"Did you wait long?" Art whispered in her ear, and Kova leaned back on him.

"I just needed to breathe." She turned to look at him. "If you have a fever, maybe you should stay behind." Art leaned down so their foreheads were touching.

"I'll be fine, don't worry." Art had closed his eyes, holding Kova's hands. They started dating only a few months ago, but it felt just like the first time. Kova could feel the heat from Art's skin, laughing in her head to herself. Art was not going on the mission tomorrow, not if she had anything to say about it.

After a long night's rest, the teams met up on the training deck. Liz was hoping Caleb was watching, Cake was trying not to die fighting Liz, Allie held onto the straps of her comically large backpack so tight, her knuckles were turning white, and Caleb was looking grouchy, waiting for Kova and their dad to show up. Kova walked in, wearing a familiar suit. Caleb had seen it so many times, it was hard to believe it was still in good condition. In her arms, the brown packages were neatly stacked on top of each other, wrapped with their colorful bows.

"We're gonna wear Voltron suits?" Liz asked although it seemed rhetorical since Kova was wearing Shiro's old suit. Going around, Kova handed the packages out. Caleb got the red suit, Liz got the green, Allie was given the blue and Cake got his dad's, the yellow. "What about Art?"

"Infirmary." Caleb and Kova said at the same time. Caleb was woken up by Art's roommate, who said Art was starting to puke. Kova woke to the knocks but somehow was able to sleep it off.

"Alright, then. Who's ready to go?" Shiro walked in behind the sleep-deprived teens. Standing at attention, Shiro smiled at Kova who wore his Voltron suit.

"Uh, not to sound ungrateful or anything, but why the Voltron suits?" Liz asked.

"Aren't the suits inactive since the Lions disappeared?"

"Yes. The suits are inactive, but my theory is the malfunctions are caused by still-functioning equipment from the Voltron era." Kova began to explain. "If there is any detection system on board ships we could encounter, it will hopefully recognize the suits and grant us the access we need to search it."

"Why couldn't we choose our suits?"

"If you're asking why I gave you green, it's because it matches your eyes, my dear Liz." Little known fact, Liz has hated the color green since she was a little kid because of a certain green witch. She still hasn't forgiven her dad for putting the picture on the wall in a portrait frame.

"Ready team?" Shiro asked, hoping to hear the sound off. The teens didn't, instead of helping each other with the suits while Kova went into detail about the upgrades she made on the suits with Allie's help, including, but not limited to, an upgraded comms system, a larger capacity of breathable air in the suits, a fail-safe detection system, and removed any upgrades the previous user of the green suit may have made. Most of it was gibberish, but they appreciated Kova's efforts. Soon and sure enough, the teens were dressed head-to-toe in the Voltron suits. Kova had braided her hair, Liz had cropped her hair short when they started the year, and both wanted to braid and wrap Allie's ponytails into a milkmaid crown. They gave up halfway through and made braided buns instead, but she looked cute in her blue suit.

"Put your helmets on," Kova ordered, and all five put them on. Handing an earpiece to Shiro, Kova put her helmet on. "Call in. Caleb."

"Here."

"Griffin."

"Here."

"Allie."

"H-here."

"Cake."

"Here."

"Dad."

"Loud and clear. Now, are we all ready to go?" With a nod from the teens, they followed Shiro to the freight elevator. Pointing to a rack, Shiro made sure every teen had a weapon, except Allie, who walked right past it. "Allie's the mule?"

"Yep." Shiro smiled at Caleb's one-word response. It reminded him of the first time Caleb said his first word without stuttering. With a swipe of his card, the right elevator began descending, deeper than the teens would have expected.

Shuddering to a stop, the elevator opened its doors to a dark room. The light from the elevator was barely enough to see the rubbish piles to the sides of the hall they were in.

"Flashlights on." With guns at the ready, the teens walked into the room. Kova and Caleb led the front, while Cake and Liz were slightly behind and on either side of Allie, who looked around quickly. "Hold. Griffin, do a scan."

"Quit telling my team what to do," Caleb muttered.

"I'm not gonna argue with you when you're sleep-deprived."

"What if I want to argue?" Caleb's head snapped to glare at Kova, who was scanning the area with the flashlight on her gun. "What if I wanna be upset?"

"Caleb, don't be petty." Kova tried to reason with Caleb, who mockingly copied her command. "Halt. Griffin, what do we got?"

"A large ship a hundred yards ahead. I can't get a read from inside." Liz reported.

"Move ahead." Kova started walking forward, but Caleb decided to be a baby, stopping and refusing to move.

"Caleb." Kova sighed. "When we get inside, you don't have to look at my stupid face, but for now, please cooperate with me."

"What if I don't want to?" Exasperated, Kova rolled her eyes and walked ahead. Cake and Allie followed behind her, while Liz stayed behind with Caleb. Shiro made a mental note to give Caleb the rest of the day off to sleep. Maybe even have Curtis or Cyrus comfort the grouchy teen. "Fine, whatever." Caleb moved ahead, catching up to Kova's team. "Ladies first."

"Then after you, princess." Shiro wanted to smack both of the teens, but he couldn't interfere. He had to stay behind the group and watch as they handled this on their own.

When Liz said a large ship, the teens weren't expecting an old battleship. Looking to their dad, the teens could see Shiro's eyes gloss over as he read the name on the side. The name, IGF-Coeus, was still printed in bold letters on the side of the ship, left to age in the abandoned basement. A sister to the IGF-Atlas, the Coeus never saw flight, originally intended to be an infirmary.

"Liz should find the heart of the ship, see if we can get a more accurate read. Cake should go down to the engine room. Allie and Dad will come with me." Kova looked into Caleb's eyes, and he nodded.

Approaching the ship, they noticed a hatch on the side was open. Leading them in, Caleb went first. Waiting for the all-clear, Liz followed behind. Cake entered next, hoping to pinpoint the signs leading to the engines. Giving them a head start, Shiro entered next. He stood by another open doorway, waiting for Kova to enter. With steady and quiet movements, Kova quickly scanned the room Shiro was standing beside. It looked like the bridge. When Allie entered the ship, her eyes were as wide as dinner plates. It didn't help the hatch door closed with a loud slam and Allie yelped just as loud.

At least Kova's theory was right.

#voltron #I'll be better at this #part two #next generation #voltron mission

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protectjugheadjonesiii · 7 years

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Tulips

Requests: Hi i really love your x readers and i'd like to request one myself if that's ok :) so i was thinking a jughead x reader and the reader's father dies and she's not her usual self and jughead notices and asks if somethings wrong and the reader just can't hold it in anymore and breaks down and juggy comforts her? Sorry if it's a weird request or anything and thanks already! :)

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead struggles to comfort you after your father dies.

Warnings: death of a parent

Word count: 979

A/N: getting back into the swing of things, trying to update as much as possible, so enjoy!

You and your dad planted a tulip garden together.

You were five years old and completely smitten with flowers. You flew through every book your parents bought you about flowers, reading page after page of information on plants. Your favorite, though, was the tulip. Knowing this, you dad decided to buy a pack of seeds. He came into your house one day holding it, rattling it, but he refused to tell you what was inside. He covered up the packaging so you wouldn’t know what type of plant you were growing.

Weeks later, you noticed some sprouts. Having lots of obscure knowledge about plants, you figured it was a tulip sprout. You soon learned your suspicions were correct when the flowers began to bloom.

Ten years later, your father died.

It was sudden and unexpected. On his drive home one rainy night, you dad’s windows got a little too foggy, preventing him from seeing the car headed straight towards him.

His funeral was quiet and small, seeing as your mother decided to only invite family.

You laid a single white tulip by his tombstone.

All of your friends knew what happened. Hell, all of Riverdale probably knew. But everyone was shocked to see you walk into school the next week, acting perfectly normal. You decided to act like everything was fine. Your best friend, Jughead, wasn’t buying it.

“It’s okay to still be hurting, (Y/N),” he told you one day at lunch. You rolled your eyes as you picked at your food.

“Jughead, really, I’m okay,” you assured him. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

“Your father died,” he blatantly stated. “You can’t be fine.”

“Thanks for that,” you sighed sarcastically. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jughead retracted. You stood up from the table and picked up your lunch tray.

“I don’t care what you meant, Jug,” you spat. “Don’t say shit like that to me. I’m fine.” With that, you stormed off, leaving an upset and confused Jughead behind.

“She’s not usually that snappy,” Betty sat down almost immediately after you left.

“It’s because she’s not usually grieving the death of her father,” Jughead deadpanned. Betty lightly smacked him on the arm.

“You shouldn’t say those kinds of things,” she reprimanded him. He quietly scoffed, but he knew she was right.

“I’m sorry, I just… I’m worried about her.”

“We all are, Jughead,” Betty placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We just have to be gentle with (Y/N). You, out of all people, should know that she bottles things up.”

“I know, I know, I don’t understand why suddenly I can’t help her. I guess I’m just frustrated that she won’t talk to me, you know? I’m usually the first person she comes to if she needs to talk about something.”

“Maybe she will, Jug,” she offered. “I think you’ll still be the first person she goes to. Just give it a bit more time.”

When Betty told Jughead that you’d need a bit more time, he expected it to take about a week before you talked to him.

You came to the drive-in that night.

“(Y/N)?” he questioned as he opened the door. You stood in front of him, a blank look on your face.

“Is it a bad time?” you asked, wrapping your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to shield yourself from the cold winds. “I can come back another time if you want.”

“No!” Jughead quickly exclaimed before you could turn away. “No, you can come in.” You pursed your lips as you nodded and slowly ventured into the screening room. As soon as you were inside, Jughead closed the door behind you and removed his jacket, wrapping it around your shivering frame.

“I’m sorry it’s late,” you began to apologize, “but I know you wanted me to talk about this and-”

“Don’t feel obligated to tell me anything,” he interrupted you. “If you’re not ready, that’s fine. I just want you to know that you can come to me whenever you need.”

“But I do need to, Jug,” you sniffled, biting your trembling lip. “I just… you know how I always bottle things up. And I didn’t want to do that, I didn’t want to shut down, but I couldn’t talk about it, it was too painful.”

“(Y/N), I’m here for you. I’m always here.”

“I know,” tears began to slip out of your eyes, and you knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer, “I know.”

Rather than offering any other comforting words, Jughead wrapped his arms around you as you broke down. Your tears stained his shirt when you buried your face into his chest.

“He’s gone,” you cried into his shirt, “he’s gone, and I don’t know what to do.”

“You grieve,” Jughead murmured. “He was a good man, (Y/N), and he was your father, so you mourn as long as you need to. And when you’re done grieving, you begin to heal.”

“But if I want to heal, I have to move on and moving on means forgetting.”

“You don’t have to forget him,” he comforted you. “You don’t have to move on; you just have to move forward.”

You slowed your breathing and detached yourself from his body, putting some distance between the two of you so that you could look up at his face.

“Jughead,” you whispered, delicately placing your hand on his cheek before enveloping him in a hug, “thank you.”

You woke up the next morning to find something taped onto your window. You had no idea what it was until you walked up close enough to read what was on it.

It was a package of tulip seeds. Although it had no note written on it, you knew exactly who it was from.

A few weeks later, there were tulips growing on your father’s grave.

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get-something-to-write · 7 years

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an endeavor with flowers

Maria goes off to buy flowers for Eliza, realizing she’s allergic to flowers and has to find a solution in order to not sneeze all over them until she reaches Eliza’s place. Lots of awkward contact ensues

Credit to @cresiendo for giving me the prompt idea and motivation to write! This also got super out of hand, so expect... the unexpected. The characters have a 6-year age difference. ( i really don’t know what happened during the writing process )

( ft. Marliza after the affair in modern au )

Warnings: as usual, it falls between pg 13 and r-rated, also I barely edit expect a shit ton of mistakes

What a whore

Back off my boy, bitch

Evil seductress, broke up such a nice healthy relationship

Burn in hell, succubus

Maria passed under the doorway of the Home Depot, determined to get in and out without fleeing to the nearest bathroom to sob out her issues. It had been a almost a fortnight since the Reynolds Pamphlet had been published on Facebook by stupid fucking asshole named Alexander Hamilton.

Gritting her teeth as she got nasty stares from people like old women to teenage boys, her heels slapped the messy cement floor. Honestly, she should have just gone to some fancy bouquet store to by it but she was low on money anyway.

Being poor had so many frickin setbacks for her, like maybe forcing herself to have the worse sex ever with Hamilton in order to get the cash in for her former abusive husband.

Maria Lewis muttered all sorts of old sayings her da taught her when she was old enough to speak. They usually calmed her down whenever she was having a flurry of emotions hit her mind at once. It was too hard for her to walk anywhere in public without the scornful remarks or horrendous catcalls. But she guessed it was her fault for bringing a married man to bed with his “dubious consent”.

At times like these, Maria wished she had a phone on her so she could google the meanings of flowers that would spell forgiveness for causing quite an astonishing affair at her own expense.

Regardless of exactly who borne the affair, she still felt heavily guilty about it. After all, she ruined the relationship of a very beautiful woman with an extremely adorable child. Maria shut yo gay ass and get some randomass flowers that prolly mean “ go die with a bra on your head “.

Loathing the looks the store clerks gave Maria as she wandered the aisles, she gave the flower section a series of violent sneezes. Also itching herself a little. Not exactly the best public image if you want to redeem yourself after ruining a marriage.

“ That bitch needs to shut it. Like she’s here to ruin my day too.” Maria heard this about a few aisles down from her standpoint. That was completely unecessary to say, giving that he didn’t suffer from allergies and was overall being immature. Maria decided to cover her nose with the top of her shirt.

Snatching an armful of flowers that were labeled as “Dahlia” and “ Ambrosia” and all sorts of nice looking ones, she briskly walked toward the checkout counter with an old lady manning it.

“Who’s the lucky one, young lass?” The elderly woman questioned with a funny expression. Maria sputtered, trying to say they were for forgiveness but being the socially awkward bean she was, it just looked like she was highly embarrassed for being called out.

“Ah, young love. I hope your boyfriend is a grateful man!” Okay not only does her and everyone else grumbling impatiently behind me think that is I am buying love flowers, but also think I’m straight. Oh god.

Fleeing the garden center, Maria slowed down when she spotted a roll of duct tape as well as large pieces of cloth. As a terrible idea flooded her thoughts, she let out a pelting of sneezes, nearly dropping the wrapped flowers on the ground. Gripping the supplies, she quietly sneaked into an empty corner of the store and proceeded through her horrible idea.

About 15 minutes later, the short girl was stumbling down the street, occasionally sniffing in a sliver of pollen and attempting to hold back a dozen sneezes.

People gave her odd and generally confused looks, but this was New York so weird things happened all the time. Maria hardly had the time to regret her actions anytime soon, as her eyes reddened from constant contact with the flowers. At least the tape contraption was holding up fairly well, perhaps because of the heavy duty duct tape.

Maria hoped she could get it out, otherwise life just got worse for her. (somehow)

The good thing is that everyone bustling around didn’t recognize her and if they did, were in too much of a rush to mock her. She yelped as a biker nearly ran her over. Maria was aware of the fact that the Hamiltons lived somewhere in Harlem and wasn’t too far away from where she lived.

A taxi driver yelled something at her, possibly in a different language though. She finally reached a quieter area where Maria saw the prettiest woman ever gardening in the front.

She started shaking a little, the memories of where Alexander Hamilton fucked her over and over again coming back to her. Seeing a cheery face coming up to the door through window as she fled the cursed bathroom in a hurry as to not be caught.

Be brave Maria, just ring the doorbell once she gets inside and finishes her stuff and immediately burst into an apology and hope she forgives you. Simple as that.

Swallowing a bundle of nerves, Maria struggled to tear off her mask while scrunching up her face as she sneezed voraciously.

She neve thought flower allergies could be so goddammed annoying. Bundling up her nerves, Maria stepped up to the entrance of the house. She was extremely jittery, having to wait 10 minutes before even trying to walk up to the house.

Maria took in a breath to rap her hand on the door. It was opened instantanously, a shocked looked on the taller woman that turned to confusion as her gaze fell upon the handful of flowers that rested on her arms. Maria looked down a little, embarrassed by Hamilton’s wife examining her physique. Don’t get distracted Maria, don’t do it.

“Why are you here? And have you gotten the wrong address, because I know you are not here to give me love flowers." Maria was even more flustered now. Shit part one of brilliant apologetic plan, nononono, why can't I do anything simple. If this were a different occasion, then maybe Maria would have loved giving Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton flowers, but she was too busy making an oh shit face and attempting to speak English .

" Oh. Oh, uh, um, oh my goodness, I-I-I am so sorry, I'm not a flower expert, I just wanted , uh, give you these flowers because I'm sorry???" Poor Maria was standing there, sneezing and wiping her sleeve over her nose, looking quite helpless indeed.

" I'm really sorry, I, er, didn't know that these flowers meant anything, I just-" she stopped saying anything, for fear of sounding ridiculously stupid. Eliza's mildy aggressive expression turned soft and amused and held out her hand. Is she expecting me to hold it or something?

" It's alright! Here, I'll take the flowers and you can come inside and get comfy on the couch while I make tea, 'kay? If you'd like some of courrse." Maria, a little stunned by her statement, nodded rapidly.

Sniffing profusely as she shuffled into Eliza’s house, she could barely stop herself from gaping at everything. It was just so nicely decorated. The wall had floral designs on it, the couches and futons were a nice beige color. On the wall hung some glass flower arrangement. The smell of tea from the kitchen wafted into the living room. This house was definitely nicer than her dinky apartment.

There was also a mahogany shelf on the wall, presenting a series of photo frames with what seemed to be Eliza’s friends and son. There wasn’t any if Alexander’s face on there, but considering what just happened it made sense.

Maria fiddled with the hem of her shirt, acting fairly skittish. Her eyes bounced around the living room as Eliza Hamilton marched into the room with two cups of green tea. Maria also noticed how she had put the flowers in a pretty vase on the kitchen counter.

“ I’m letting you in because I’m actually quite curious as to why you decided to show up on my doorstep uninvited. And the fact that I know that Alexander forced you into this. I know him too well to think that you’re some ‘evil seductress’ that lures men into their beds.”Eliza looked at her with inquis eyes, Maria stared at the ground, her hand shaking and found the carpet to be very interesting.

“ Well, I-I, my husband was doing me wrong. He would- he would beat me until I complied with his orders, and so when James heard that, uh, Alexander Hamilton would be alone for the week-” she suddenly broke off, choking on her words. Eliza stood up from her place and sat next to Maria, clasping her hands with one of the other girl’s. Eliza only guessed she paused was because she was gazing intently at Eliza’s face. The younger girl noticed this, and her face blushed furiously.

“ You don’t have to tell everything. Just know that I’ve forgiven you and you’re welcome to come here anytime.”

“ W-wait really? You can’t possibly forgive me that easily. No man or woman has ever showed me much kindness before.”

“ How can a handsome lady like you never have? Does any show you any of their sympathies? Eliza asked, looking a little confused but her brain wandered into some dirtier thoughts. Maria reddened at the compliment.

“ Since he published the article, I’ve filed a divorce with my husband and no one really cares for me except to mock me. Maybe staying with James had not been, well, the greater thing ever but at least i lived somewhat comfortably.”

“ Men who treat their wives like your to-be ex-husband does to you should be cut out of your life immediately. And if your really struggling, you can room at my place. I kicked Alex out and we share Philip. You can have the guest room.”

Why is she so generous? What if there’s a catch with this? What if she’s only doing this to pity me, make her image look better? Eliza might be moving fast with these things, but Maria wouldn’t mind sleeping in the same house with her. At least she wasn’t giving her Hamilton’s room. She is so kind, so nice, so pretty.

Eliza had moved closer to Maria now. They were touching and her arm had snaked around her waist. The latter was a red, blushing mess, being so close to someone who seemed to genuinely care for her, It was a thankful change to James Reynolds.

“ I know you’re being so amazingly kind, but, how much do you really care about me?” Maria asked in a small voice. She was usually suspicious about these types of situations now the she had experience. She stared deep into Eliza’s big eyes.

Eliza was grappling with the problem that the girl she was currently ogling at was quite a nice soul to be with. Also very attractive. They sat in uncomfortable silence for a while. Maria continued to toy with her shirt. Eliza’s eyes slid down to her chest. Realizing what she was doing, she finally admitted to turning crimson. Both of them had their hearts racing, breaths become heavier.

“ Well, I can show you how much I care, if that’s fine with you?” she nodded and Eliza cupped her hands on either side of Maria’s face.

“ Aren’t you technically-” her sentence was cut off with soft lips pressing against her own lips. Her eyes shot up in surprise, and then slowly closed them to melt into the kiss. Maria wrapped her arms around Eliza’s waist, feeling even more heat rising inside of her.

They eventually broke apart, unwilling to stare at the other in their eyes. Not being able to handle the sexual tension between them, Eliza moved forward again and smashed her mouth into Maria’s. The other woman gasped into Eliza lips, encouraging the latter to nip at Maria’s bottom lip. The kiss became much more passionate than the first one, Eliza creeping a hand up her shirt, making circles with her thumb as it reached further. Maria trembled at the touch, whimpering at it.

“ Is this fine with you?” Eliza removed her lips to speak into Maria’s ear. Shaking a ‘yes’, Eliza took the opportunity to push her back into the couch. She kissed Maria again, but Maria turned the tables on her by prodding her tongue around the entrance of her lips. Granting permission, Maria swirled her tongue around Eliza’s mouth, listening to the quiet moaning.

Eliza suddenly got up and and hopped off the couch. She had a confused look on her face.

“ Do you, uh, really want to do it here?”

“ Bedroom then?” Eliza was not expecting that answer, but she shouldn’t have been shocked considering how turned on and aroused they both were.

Maria grabbed her hand, led her to the bedroom (of course she knew where it was) and closed the door. Instead of nudging them to Eliza’s bed, Maria shoved her against the wall and stood a little taller to kiss her. Eliza was barely able to register the impact of it all, and curled her arms underneath the shorter one’s arms. She moved her mouth to Eliza’s neck, pecking soft kisses around it.

Her nose breathed on a spot right beneath her ear and Eliza tense up very noticeably. Eliza could feel her grinning as she sucked on it, high-pitched gasps escaping her mouth. Her grip on Maria tightened, most likely to leave bruises on her. Maria continued to minister her kisses until she was completely breathless.

“ So did the super allergic to flowers person really bring me love flowers as an apology or for this?” Maria turned scarlet and buried her face into the crook of Eliza’s neck. Eliza sighed, knowing how Maria seemed especially skeptical of people but apparently was quite comfy with Eliza now.

“ I told you, I don’t know anything about flowers. Uh, can we go to your sheets now?”

Eliza snickered at the question. They leaped into bed, and when Maria tried to take off her clothes, Eliza used her hands to press her against her own body, which was below Maria’s. She looked quite bewildered.

“ Sorry, but not today. I think we should take it slow, y’know. Just, maybe a little touching and kissing here and there.” Eliza felt ashamed to say that, but it just made a lot of sense to her. Take it easy.

“ O-oh, I’m sorry! I came here to apologize and then, well, this happened. I can leave if you want.”

“ No, please, just, stay? Cuddle, maybe?” Maria nodded, liking that idea very much. She tried to roll of onto Eliza’s side, but her hands were firmly attached to her. She sighed, resting her face onto her chest. They weren’t very large, but it was nice at the same time.

Eliza lifted Maria’s face up, kissing her slowly. They ended up just cuddling and pecking each other, occasionally fondling the other’s chest. Honestly, things were just moving pretty fast, but Maria wouldn’t wanted any other way.

OK I WAS FEELING SUPER GAY WRITING THIS!

Also, my inbox is open to all Hamilton ships, Reader inserts with any characters and Hamilcast as well as just writing prompts. No smut y’all! All stories can be found under the ‘crimson-writer’ tag

#marliza #eliza x maria #hamilton modern au #eliza schuyler #maria reynolds #alexander hamilton #hamilton #hamilton the musical #make out #slight mentions of abuse #fast-paced #crimson-writer

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jo-the-schmo · 7 years

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Breaking... Ch.4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Sorry I’ve been away for a bit everyone! I was in the hospital for a little bit so I couldn’t write ;-; But I’m back now and decided to make an extra long chapter to make up for it! ^-^ I hope you all reall enjoy it, it’s really plot heavy so please give me any feedback that you may have! Have a wonderful day everyone!!!

Word count: 5215

Warnings: A lot of cursing (Like most oit is not needed), allusions of sexual assault, emotions in general, being a bad bitch.

Tags!! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes @deltablue202 @literally-melonkitty

Breaking Bonds

Dear, uh, journal or diary I guess?

I decided that since I can’t talk about my frustrations in real life, I’m writing them down. Alex does it so I suppose I can to? Life has been odd ever since I came here. Honestly what else would you expect when you’re just dropped off in a world you shouldn’t even be in? It’s been a few months since I arrived at the Hamilton’s. Eliza gave birth to a little boy last week! William is his name but I’ve taken a liking to calling him Willy. The other boys are doing fine; James, John and lil Alex are a trio of tricksters. Just the other day they messed with all of Eliza’s corsets, taking the strings off and using them to play Revolution. They’re charming, just a bit too rambunctious from time to time. Angie and I have grown rather close despite our age gap, I’m about five years older than her so I suppose it isn’t too bad. Philip is, well, he’s different I suppose is the right way to put it. I’m older than him too by about three years but since we’re the closest in age we get along the best. He’s really interesting, we’ve taken up the habit of debating. I’m honestly surprised he doesn’t question my opinions on anything, you’d think that a person in these years would be more close minded about a woman’s stance on the world. He says the first thing we should do after he graduates is go rally for abolishing slavery and promoting women’s rights. I suppose it isn’t too unbelievable, he is Eliza and Alex’s son after all. He’s still the biggest flirt I’ve ever come across in all my life but that’s just his way of being friendly at this point. Ever since I told him off the first time we met he’s learned to act like that only in moderation. Rachel says that she was hoping for Philip and I to start “Courting”, why she’d hope for that I couldn’t tell you. Philip is a flirt yes, but he does not see me that way, nor should he. One day I won’t be here anymore, it would never work out, I really don’t want to bring him down when the inevitable happens. He deserves better than that, he deserves someone who can devote their life to him. That got a bit more depressing than I meant for it to, time to change topics. Alex is doing better; he was able to get a bit of revenge on Adams. I am not at liberty to say if I was not a part of that endeavor. We spent a long time trying to find just the right words to describe him accurately. Those words including fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic and many others. He stays in his study most of the time, I’m not really sure what he’s doing but he barely comes out of there. Now that he is at the house more, I’ve had the pleasure of hearing about the other members of the cabinet. Many tangents have occurred, speaking of going off into an entirely different point. Eliza has called me “Dear” ever since I arrived, it’s become a bit of a nickname and Alex is literally calling me “Titania”. Ever since he made that connection he’s decided that the name suits me, in fact I only hear my real name when he’s trying to get my attention. Eliza is a wonderful mother, she’s kind, strong, intelligent and Alex is a good match for her. They’re treating me as if I were their own child, I’m eternally grateful for their niceties. They tried to get me to change rooms at one point, saying that I might be more comfortable in one of the guest rooms. I declined the offer, they’ve already done enough for me, the least I can do is work for what they’re giving me, so I’m a maid. It actually isn’t that bad, Rachel makes the work really fun! We chat and joke around, she’s really sweet. Although she can be a bit mysterious, sometimes I catch her reading these letters. Whenever I ask her about them she hides them behind her back and pretends to not know what I’m talking about. I wonder what they say, the mystery continues to grow! Now that I’m thinking about it, I should probably go help her clean the floor, until next time journal, diary, paper thing?

P.S. Quills are hard to use.

You put the quill down and stretched out your arms before getting up and walking out of your room. You’ve gotten used to walking through the embellished halls by yourself. It’s been almost five months since that guy shot me and I still don’t know what’s going on… I can’t be stuck here forever but what exactly am I supposed to do? The possibility of me just being dead keeps growing by the day and I’m running out of other ideas. It’s either that or I somehow got thrown out of time, how does that even happen? People get shot all the time and I don’t hear any stories about traveling back to colonial New York. What the hell is even happening? I’m not getting any answers and that’s just making me frustrated. I should stop thinking about it for a little bit, it isn’t helping me any right now. Let’s just focus on work. You turned the corner into the main room on the ground floor. This room is where you feel the second most comfortable in the whole house, since it has the large front door, which had to receive a thorough cleaning after your blood almost stained it. In the middle of the room you saw Rachel, sitting on her knees with a bucket, a wet rag in hand, scrubbing the floor. You quickly joined her, grabbing the other rag hanging off the side of the bucket. As you began to scrub the floor Rachel spoke up, her voice almost song like.

“Soooooo?” She cooed.

“So, what?” You questioned.

“You said you went to go write something down, was it for anyone special?” The grin on her face grew immensely.

“Why would it be for someone else?” You asked as your face scrunched up. Rachel sighed in frustration.

“You don’t have to hide it from me Y/N! I won’t tell Mrs. Hamilton that you and Philip are writing to each other!” She inched closer to you, almost like she was ready to hear a secret.

“Why would we write to each other? We’re in the same house.” If I want to talk to him I just have to find him, what’s the point in writing him a letter?

“What do you mean, why? It’s obvious why! It’s hard to get any privacy with everyone in the house constantly, you have to write in order to keep your conversations to yourself.” She explained.

“He’s my friend Rachel, we aren’t talking about anything that I wouldn’t mind someone else hearing.” You rolled your eyes. She really needs to stop bringing this up, I feel like I have this discussion every day.

“You can deny it all you like, but I’m not the only one who sees it!” She teased.

“Yeah, yeah.” You continued to clean the floor, an appreciated silence grew between the two of you. You had moved to clean a few feet away from the front door when you suddenly heard the familiar sound of wheels and the trot of a horse. Alex must be back; I didn’t think the trip to town would be that quick. You scooted away from the door slightly to ensure that the door wouldn’t hit you and that Alex would have enough room to walk past but you heard something odd. There were footsteps going up the steps outside, that wouldn’t be strange normally but it sounded like there was more than one person. The door suddenly swung open, revealing three sets of legs, that was all you could really see when looking straight ahead and on the floor. You lifted your gaze upward to get a better look. Three men stood in the doorway. The man in front was carrying some sort of walking stick, his suit a vibrant magenta, the color seemed a bit distracting for you and his hair was made up of tight-knit curls that caused it stick out in several directions. There was a shorter man standing off beside him, he looked calm and collected or in deep thought depending on whom you were asking, his own clothes were much more of a neutral purple and he seemed to be carrying some kind of satchel, he looked pleasant enough. Next to him was an extremely tall gentleman, he towered over both of the others and yet he felt smaller to you somehow, he was holding a handkerchief up to his mouth. You quickly stood up to introduce yourself the way Rachel showed you, swiftly dusting off your skirt before you bowed your head respectfully.

“Hello gentlemen, welcome to the Hamilton residence. Is there anything that I may assist you with?” You asked politely. Why do they all look so familiar to me? The man wearing magenta cleared his throat, after looking you up in down for a moment.

“Yes actually, there is. You could help me with learning your name, I seem to not have had the pleasure of hearing it.” He held out his hand and you gave him yours, trying to ignore his flirty introduction. Did Philip take notes from this guy or something?

“My name is Y/N, and you are?” You questioned as he pressed his lips to your knuckle. Who are there guys? I’ve never seen them visit before…

“Thomas Jefferson, and the other two with me are Aaron Burr and James Madison.” He spoke with a sly grin as he straightened his posture. Wait…Thomas Jefferson? Like THE Thomas Jefferson? Like wrote the Declaration of Independence Thomas Jefferson? And Madison! Like wrote twenty-nine of the Federalist Papers Madison! You tried to blink away the surprise of meeting two of America’s presidents at the same time. You quickly looked back at Rachel and saw her quickly rushing out of the room. What am I supposed to when two major founding fathers come in unexpected? You turned your attention back to the three men.

“I am so sorry; you must forgive my rudeness. I did not realize who you were, is there anything I can do for you?” You asked, a bit nervous as to what their visit was about. The shorter man, now identified as Aaron Burr spoke up.

“We are here to see Mr. Hamilton; we have important business to discuss with him.” Just as you were about to answer him you heard a voice coming from the large staircase at the end of the room.

“Ah, Mr. Jefferson, I have not seen you as of late. I am sorry to inform you that Father is not in right now, he went to town but he should be back fairly soon.” It was Philip, he hopped off the last step and made quick strides toward your group congregated at the front door. He soon stood beside you, but his eyes were focused on the three men ahead of you, a strained smile etched on his face. Philly, fake smiles don’t look good on you. Your natural smile fits you better. Jefferson kept his gaze fixed on you.

“Thank you Philip but I do not mind waiting, Miss Y/N has been lovely company thus far. Miss Y/N, may I ask for a place to sit until Mr. Hamilton returns?” Jefferson asked. Philip’s eye seemed to slant a bit, they were cold.

“Of course, um, please follow-“ You were interrupted by another voice, this one coming from the other side of the room.

“Thomas, Burr, Madison! How delightful for you all to visit! My husband may be out but if you would follow me to the study we may wait in there.” Eliza stepped forward, Rachel by her side. So that’s what Rachel ran out of the room for. The three men stepped past you, each of them going up to Eliza and shaking her hand. Eliza is the coolest!

“Eliza! It’s wonderful to see you as always!” Aaron said as he shook her hand. Eliza soon led them all down the hall, toward Alex’s study. Philip stayed silent for a moment before stepping in front of you, his eyes remained cold, was he angry?

“Y/N, I need you to make me a promise.” He said simply.

“What kind of promise?”

“Promise me you’ll be careful around Jefferson, he’s not exactly a man to be trusted.” He retorted. What? What is he trying to say?

“Philly, I can handle myself. I’m a grown woman, besides, what do I need to be careful of?” Anger was laced in your voice. I don’t know what he’s trying to say but I don’t think I like it. I’m not a child, I don’t need him to babysit me or something!

“Please just, ugh, you don’t know what he’s like Y/N! Just please watch yourself, I don’t want him to try anything funny.” Philip said, running his fingers through his curls with exasperation. Rachel stepped over to us.

“Um, Y/N, Lady Betsy would like some tea, will you join me in the kitchen?” She said while tugging on your arm. Thank you Rachel! I really need an out here!

“Of course, I would be happy to help. Philip, I’ll see you later.” You walked out of the room with Rachel. Does he not trust me or something? I’m not his responsibility! But was I being too harsh? The two of you left Philip behind and walked into the kitchen. Rachel immediately crossed her arms across her chest, looking extremely annoyed.

“I cannot believe you, you were not being very ladylike to Philip! Did you have to be so childish?” She lectured.

“First of all, I don’t care about being ladylike. Second of all, I was not acting childish. If anything, it was him who was treating me like a child.” You puffed out your cheeks, making you feel like the child she was insinuating you to be. She sighed and pointed at one of the tall cabinets.

“Never mind, please just get the tea box from the cupboard. I’ll make the tea myself.” She spoke with annoyance. You groaned softly to yourself but did as she asked, grabbing the small box from the cupboard and handing it off to Rachel. She prepared the tea as you gathered the tray, cups, saucers and spoons for everyone. You set everything up, Rachel poured the tea and picked up the tray. She walked away with the tray and you followed close behind, staying silent most of the time. As the two of you passed through the main room once more, Philip was nowhere to be seen. He must’ve gone to his room… Was Rachel right about how I was acting? You suddenly heard a carriage outside.

“Y/N, can you attend to that, I must take this tea to Mrs. Hamilton.” Rachel said as she continued toward the hall. You nodded and watched as she disappeared down the hall on her way to the study. It was not long before the front door was opened and a familiar long-haired man came strolling in.

“Titania! You seem troubled, is something the matter?” Alex asked with slight concern. I won’t bother him with this petty problem, he’s got other things to worry about…

“Thanks Alex but no, nothing’s wrong. Actually you have some visitors, Eliza is keeping them company in the study.” You informed him. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Oh? Is that right? Well, I’ll be on my way then, don’t want to keep my wife waiting now!” He said while walking past you, a skip in his step. I haven’t seen him this happy in a while, hopefully this continues. You followed close behind him. Eliza or Rachel may need me after the leave. The two of you approached the study door, you passed Alex so that you could knock on the door. Rachel opened the door before you could knock however, the tray now empty in her arms.

“Oh! Mr. Hamilton! Back so soon? Welcome home, Mrs. Hamilton, would you like to finish your tea in the parlor?” Man, Rachel can really move a conversation huh?

“Oh yes, we should leave the boys to their work.” Eliza exited the room and Rachel walked alongside her. You were going to follow them back, you really were, but something caught your interest. Alex finally noticed who was in the room, he walked in and closed the door behind him. Walls are paper thin though, you never considered yourself nosey but you had a bad feeling. No one else is around…

“Mr. Vice President, Mr. Madison, Senator Burr… What is this?” Alex sounded suspicious.

“We have the check stubs from separate accounts.” Jefferson stated. What are they talking about?

“Almost a thousand dollars paid in different amounts.” Madison continued. Why does this sound familiar?

“To a Mr. James Reynolds all the way back from 1791.” Burr finished. Wait a second…

“You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position.” Madison voiced.

“Though ‘virtue’ is not a word I’d apply to this situation.” Jefferson really knows how to finish thoughts doesn’t he?

“To seek financial gain, you have strayed from our sacred nation.” Madison too I guess?

“And the evidence suggests you engaged in speculation.” Speculation?

“An immigrant embezzling our government funds!” Not you too Burr… Aren’t you supposed to be his friend?

“I can almost hear the headlines; your career is done.” Madison said simply.

“I hope saved some money for your daughter and sons.”

“You best want to run back where you from.” Fuck you too Jefferson! You heard Alex chuckle.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess. You know nothing, I don’t have to tell you anything at all…unless…”

“Unless?” Jefferson questioned.

“If I can prove that I never broke the law, do you promise not to tell a soul who you saw?” Alex asked. You heard someone mumble something, you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“Is that a yes?” Alex asked once again.

“Um, yes?” Madison seemed to say but it sounded more like a question. You didn’t realize how close you were pressed up to the door at this point. Alex, please don’t… You heard a drawer opening, the sound of feet shuffling and papers being sift through, then it was Burr’s voice, he sounded like he was reciting something.

“Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me down on their luck. You see, that was my wife you decided to-“ Shit! What are you doing Alex?! You swung open the door, the sound of the door hitting the wall sounding eerily familiar.

“Excuse me!” You called out, making the four men stop what they were doing and look over at you.

“Titania? What are you-“ Alex began to ask, an incredulous look on his face.

“Mr. Hamilton! Eliz- er, I mean Mrs. Hamilton requests for your immediate presence!” What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I saying?!

“Titania?” Jefferson asked in a confused tone.

“Mr. Hamilton? Titania, since when do-“ Alex this is not the time for questions!

“It is very urgent sir! There is no time!” You jogged into the room and up to Alex, locking your arm around his and pulling him along. As you passed Burr you grabbed the letter out of his hand.

“Forgive me, I cannot let you read Mr. Hamilton’s documents while he isn’t present! Now come along sir, Lady Betsy needs you right now!” You practically ran out of the room, dragging Alex behind you and leaving the three men to soak in their own questions. Eliza and Rachel are in the parlor, Philip and the children are upstairs in their rooms, where do I even go? You ended up leading Alex to his and Eliza’s room. It’s the closest place where I can talk to him! You pushed him to the room, ran in and slammed the door behind you and pressing your back against it to make sure no one would try to open it. Alex looked at you, utterly dumbfounded.

“Y/N, what in God’s name are you doing? First of all, it is rude to pull someone out of important meeting like that! Second of all, you had no business to be listening in on said meeting, do not even pretend as through you weren’t! And third of all, a lady should not be locking a married ma-“

“Alex none of that matters right now! What the hell were you thinking? You were just about to tell some of the most influential men in the country that you were having an affair! Don’t you even pretend like you weren’t!” You tried not to raise your voice. I really fucking wish I could quiet yell like Eliza can! Alex suddenly turned pale in the face.

“How…How do you know about that? I,I never spoke of it to anyone until now…” Alex looked at you as if he were questioning the entire world. How do I get myself out of this?

“Alex, I know you and I’m no fool. It isn’t hard to connect the dots…” That won’t be enough.

“You saw the letters, didn’t you?” Alex asked, shame filling his eyes. You were taken aback for a moment; did he really just give you an out here?

“Alex, listen to me. I am your friend, you treat me like a daughter and Eliza does the same. I care for both of you, and because of that I need to give you some crucial advice…” Ok Y/N, time to use that History degree you’re working for! Alex looked at you sullenly as you continued.

“Do not, under any circumstances, give them anymore access to those letters, it will not end well. And please Alex, you need to talk to Eliza. I know you’ve been keeping this from her but she is your wife! I know you love her; I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone love another person more. She deserves to know the truth.” Alex looked conflicted, half of him was saying that you were right and the other was trying to drag him back into secrecy.

“Titania… I don’t know if I can. You heard what they were saying, they are slandering my name with talks of treason! I cannot allow that. And Betsy… she would never look at me the same…” He trailed off, looking even more defeated than he did before. I don’t know if there’s anything else I can do…

“Alex, I know these decisions are hard but… I’m going to have to trust that you make the right one.” You straightened your posture and stepped up to Alexander, making sure he could see the sincerity in your eyes. You placed your hand on his shoulder reassuringly, he looked like a lost puppy. I’m not used to Alex looking this sad, it wasn’t even this bad when he got fired.

“Thank you…Titania. I’ll try to make this right, but I must ask a favor of you. Do not speak of this to Eliza yet, like you said, it’s best that I tell her myself. Just not yet, I promise I’ll tell her soon, I just need to figure out how to tell her…”

“Of course Alex, just please try not to wait too long. I’m here for you if you need any help ok?” He nodded, looking a little a bit better now. You let your grip on the letter soften and gave it back to Alex. Geez, that paper looks a lot more wrinkled than it did before…oops. You both walked out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible while making your way back to the study. You could hear people still moving around in the room. Jefferson and the others must still be in there. Alex opened the door and took a step inside.

“Forgive me gentlemen, my wife is a bit unwell as of right now. We just received a child last week so she is still quite frail. I’m going to need to ask you to leave, we can continue this conversation at a later date. Titania, would you show our guests out please?”

“Yes, of course, I’ll see to it right away, sir.” You said softly. It’s weird to call him sir. Alex walked away, going in the direction of the parlor. You looked on at the men in the room.

“If you will please follow me, sirs.” You side stepped to allow the others to exit the room, Jefferson was the last to pass by you. He looked down at you and you could see two things written on his face, questions and resolutions. You picked up the pace so that you were in front of them, leading them toward the front door. You opened it up, Aaron walked out silently. Madison bowed his head to you and thanked you for your services. Jefferson’s voice rang out.

“Give me but a moment friends, I have some questions for Miss Titania here.” You felt the door you were holding open close and your back hitting it. Your eyes were filled with the color magenta; he was very close. Magenta is turning into a really ugly color.

“Alright Y/N or Titania or whatever your real name is. I know what you’re up to.” He whispered into your ear.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You practically spat. If this asshole doesn’t take a step back, we’re going to have some issues.

“You can’t fool me; I know a scandal when I see one. Now listen up, there’s only so many explanations as to what’s going on here.” He stated, you had a very bad feeling about this.

“Oh then please Mr. Jefferson, do enlighten me. What is your explanation?” You were pissed, you were beyond pissed in fact.

“Alexander had an affair, that much is plainly obvious. With Mr. Reynolds wife no less. Eliza was telling me a bit about you, how you showed up out of the blue, how close you and Alexander are…” He trailed off.

“What are you implying?” You gritted your teeth.

“Come on now, a pretty girl like you? Those checks were made out a while ago, no way another affair hasn’t happened in that time frame. You, Miss Y/N, are the second mistress.” Excuse me?! What the fuck?! He kept talking.

“I, myself, have a bit of interest in the working girl as well, so I can’t say that I don’t understand his reasons. Now this can go when one of two ways. Either you say no to my proposition and I ruin Alex’s career with this new found information or you say yes.” He did not just fucking say that to me!

“And what exactly is this ‘proposition’?” You snarled, he heard him give a deep, sinister chuckle. He placed his hand under your chin and pulled your face closer to his.

“As I said, I am quite interested in the working girl, I’m sure it isn’t too hard to figure out. So what do you say?” He asked, a fiendish smile on his face. If this bastard thinks he’s going to manipulate me, he’s got another thing coming!

“No way in he-“ Just as you were pushing his hand away you heard a voice. Why do I keep getting interrupted today?! You heard the voice and footsteps coming from the staircase.

“Mr. Jefferson, I would suggest you step away from Miss Y/N. It would not be good for your reputation to have this get out. Are we clear?” It was Philip, standing in the middle of the room. He looked even angrier than you did. Jefferson gave another chuckle, taking a step back from you.

“Well, it was nice to make your acquaintance, Titania.” He said plainly as he straightened his posture, you stepped out of the way of the door and he was gone in an instant. The door and shut and you were immediately walking up to Philip.

“What the hell was that?” You questioned angrily

“I should be asking you the same thing! Y/N, I told you to be careful around him, that man isn’t someone to be taken lightly!” He was upset, you couldn’t tell if he was upset with you or with something else.

“I was handling it! I could’ve gotten him to leave with-“

“I know you could’ve Y/N! But I’m not sorry! I just don’t want to see you get hurt!” He seemed to shutter at his own words. Philip…

“I, I’m sorry Philly… I didn’t mean to… You were just trying to help and I-“ You were cut off by Philip wrapping his arms around you, gently hugging you.

“Don’t be sorry, just let me say something. We’re friends, you’re my friend and I’m yours. Friends are supposed to rely on each other, so don’t try and handle everything yourself. I know I’d rely on you and I wish you’d do the same for me when it’s helpful. Can you at least promise me that you’ll trust me more?” He asked, pulling away so he could see you. Some friend I’ve been, huh? He just helped you get rid of some annoying asshole and here you are getting mad at him. You heaved a sigh.

“You have a real knack for stopping people in the middle of their sentences… Ok Philly, I promise.” You gave him a small smile and his whole face seemed to light up.

“Thank you! But don’t call me Philly, Angie already does that enough!” You laughed at his comment. He’s always able to calm me down, don’t take Philip’s kindness for granted Y/N…

“Not a chance sunshine boy! I’m going to hold these names over you for the rest of my days!” You laughed, you suddenly felt light headed.

“Whoa, you ok their Y/N? You look pale all of a sudden.” Philip said with concern. What’s going on?

“Yeah, just a lot of commotion happening at once. I think I… I think I need to lay down for a bit…” Your head was throbbing, you’ve felt this pain before, the feeling of being pulled at from different directions. You began to walk off.

“Do you need some help?” Philip asked.

“I’m just going to rest for a bit, can I talk to you later Philip?” He nodded.

“Of course, I’ll be up in my room working if you need me, ok?”

“Thanks Philly…” You made your way down the halls to the living quarters and then into your room. You saw your journal entry still on the small desk and fell down on to your bed. Everything hurt, it was hard to breath, hard to move. I just keep getting more questions to answer don’t I? This was the last thought you had before you drifted off into unconsciousness.

#hamilton #hamilton the musical #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #Philip Hamilton #eliza schuyler #time travel au #thomas jefferson #james madison #aaron burr #philip x reader #mulligan #lafayette #John Laurens #John Adams #alexander x reader #lafayette x reader #mulligan x reader #Philip is a sweet bean

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Understudy

My first real attempt at something. I tried to keep this as realistic as possible but let’s be real, I’ve never been backstage of a Broadway show. This is working on the prompt list I reblogged that is on my blog. Please be gentle.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Rating: PG

Words: 2135 (holy shit)

Prompt: “I’m not pretty, I look like an ugly, dirty rat.”

Who the fuck knew it rained in New York in February? When you relocated to the Big Apple eight months ago you imagined a snowy white wonderland during the month of February.

You could not have been more wrong.

Instead of fluffy snow coating your fire escape, you were ducking under trees and awnings because of course you also forgot your umbrella on your way out the door. Because who carries an umbrella around in February? Thankfully the Richard Rogers was only a few blocks from the subway exit that brought you from your apartment this afternoon.

When you finally arrived to the stage door, you were quickly allowed into the building with Bill, the much-loved door security laughing at you. “This is the first rain I’ve seen in February in my 25 years in this city.”

“That does not make me feel any better, Bill. I didn’t anticipate this kind of downpour in February!” You shake the water from your clothes before launching into an ascent of the numerous staircases that lead to your dressing room.

Walking down the hallway to the dressing room you share with the other ensemble members, you push the door open before plopping your backpack down into your normal seat. Digging into your backpack, you quickly produce a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt. Thankful for a two-show day, you start stripping off your soggy shirt. Unfortunately for you, the wet fabric clung to your face as you also forgot to take off your glasses in your haste.

Struggling to pull the shirt over your head, you didn’t hear the door for the dressing room open up. When you finally extracted the shirt from your body, you gasp at the unexpected audience in the doorway.

Standing in the doorframe was Lin. Lin: the guy who hired you eight months ago when you first arrived on his stage fresh out of college and desperately seeking employment. Much to your surprise, he pulled you right into the cast and you were soon the newest member of the HamFam. Lin: the guy you had been in love with for seven months and thirty days since your first day of rehearsals. Lin: the guy who also treated you like the little sister you never wanted to be.

“Uh..uh.. hey Lin!” You squeak out. Coming to the realization that you were standing in front of your hopeless love interest in nothing but a thin beige bra that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, you quickly grab your flannel shirt to cover yourself up. In your haste you failed to notice Lin’s boring stare into your body or the small raise in his form-fitting pants.

“Oh…uhm, hey there (F/N). You look nice today.” His hand raises to the back of his neck and he pulls on his hair that is for once loose from his signature Hamilton pony tail.

“Pfftt. I’m not pretty. I look like a dirty, ugly rat. Correction: a drowned, dirty ugly rat.” You pull the flannel over your body and start buttoning the shirt figuring he’d already seen you half covered already and didn’t start anything, might as well get warmed up. “What’s up? Don’t see you at this end of the hall very much.”

“Oh! Right, well, Pippa is out sick today. Seems the nasty day caught up with her and instead of pushing it, I told her to stay home and rest up. You’re up for Eliza today. Are you ready for the two-show day?”

Being cast in Hamilton right out of college was a once in a lifetime opportunity and while you loved everyday of your job, you didn’t think you would ever have to go on for Pippa even if you were her understudy. You knew you were good you would never be Pippa.

“Are you sure? I…I’ve never gone on for her before and I’m still so new. I would love to be Eliza but am I ready? “ Panicking, you frantically searched his face for any hesitation with giving you today’s role.

“Ready? You’re asking me if you’re ready? (F/N), there are few people I know who could be as good as an Eliza as you. If you really don’t think you’re ready, I’m sure we can pull someone else but I really think it’s your time to shine.” He walked over to you and wrapped his hands around your upper arms. Way to act more like a big brother, Lin. “I think you will shine today.”

“Oh-okay. I’m ready.” Your voice shook but you started to steel your nerves and looked him in the eye. “I can do it.”

“Excellent! Well… I’ll let you get um-changed and then meet costuming to see what might need to be adjusted before the first show.” His hands still around your arms, he lingered a beat too long before backing up slowly and then rushing out of the dressing room. Frowning at his retreating figure, you changed into your pants before trekking into costumes.

After taking the seat in hair and make up, Jasmine bounced into the room to occupy the seat next to you. “I’m so excited! Well, not that Pippa is catching something but that you’re finally getting the change you deserve! Plus, you’ll finally be able to kiss Lin,” she dragged out the last syllable of her sentence before cutting her eyes at you.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, Jazz. Lin’s like an older brother to me, he doesn’t see me as anything more than a little sister. We’ll never be anything more.” Unbeknownst to you, Lin was waiting on the other side of the door to the hair and make up room walking to get into his costume for the first show, his face falling as your words reached the hallway.

“Oh, come on (F/N)! You know you’re in love with him and if his behavior is anything to go off of, he feels the same way! You guys are always just bouncing around each other. Whenever we’re rehearsing or out for drinks, you two are always with each other but not touching. You guys seem to gravitate towards each other.” Her eyes falling shut as the hair artists pulls her hair into the signature Peggy pony tail.

With a sweeping finish, the hairdresser declared you ready for the stage and scooted you from the room to start on Renee’s hair. As she walked past you towards the chair, she pulled you into a tight hug. “(F/N), I’m so happy you’re finally going to be my sister today! And I’m sure someone else is really excited that you’re going to be their wife…” She released you with a wink as you continued out the door.

Is what they’re saying true? Did Lin like you? You had always doubted it: he never tried to flirt with you despite numerous opportunities to do so, he was friendly to you but there had been ample opportunity to make a move. You two had basically been living in the same building for six months! Granted, he had offered on many occasions to walk you home, which you had declined because he lived in a different borough. His actions towards your best friend Jeremy had also been borderline possessive until he realized Jeremy was decidedly gay.

You had basically chalked everything up to Lin knowing you were new to the city and just being over-protective of a new cast member. It didn’t seem to be strange for him to offer these things but looking back, even for the always willing to lend a hand Lin, these actions were overly nice.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you were laced into Eliza’s opening number dress. The ivory was something that you always admired even though it was the same color as your ensemble costume. Walking towards the stage, you stopped for a moment at Lin’s door and knocked softly.

“Come in,” he called through the door. Pushing open the door, you stepped inside the messy space. Looking up, Lin’s eyes roamed over you. His mouth popping into a small “o,” for possibly the first time ever, he was at a loss for words. Okay, maybe this is kind of what Jazz meant. “(F/N), wow… (F/N). You look amazing. That dress was made for you.” His eyes finally reached your face, which was a brilliant shade of pink.

“Well, I mean, technically is was made for Pippa. They only made a few adjustments for me.” You quickly laughed at your lame joke before the warning for five minutes until places rang through his dressing room. “Oh, well better head out. You still need to get into your coat.” Slipping out of his gaze, you headed into the noise of the crowd gathering for the opening number. Right before you were out of earshot though, you could hear Lin softly shout, “Break a leg!”

As you entered the stage for the first time out of your normal ensemble costume, you moved through your paces during the opening number. When it arrived at the moment for you to hand Lin his bag, you brought the strap up to him before making eye contact. For those few seconds, you were absolutely stunned to see the intense expression on his face. This wasn’t his just normal “I’m a scrappy 19-year old act expression” this was something entirely different. As you continued walking to side stage, you tried to maintain your expression of confusion but most likely failed.

Thankfully, the first act quickly progressed and it was already intermission. During the short break, you took notice of what Jazz had mentioned. Lin was there but he wasn’t. At all times, he was able to be within an arms reach but he never said anything. Just as quickly as the first, the second act was over as you mourned imaginary Ant being shot. As you circumvented the stage at the last few notes of the show, Lin looked at you with close to tears in his eyes before you stepped center stage.

Exiting after the curtain call, everyone seemed to embrace you and offered you their congratulations. “You were absolutely amazing (F/N)! Just wonderful!” Lin exclaimed as he pulled you into a warm hug. For a brief moment you relaxed into his embrace before you both jumped back from each other. “Time for stage door! You coming?” He babbled before running out to the stage door.

Shaking your head, you skip stage door, as no one out there would be super excited to see you. Moving through the hallways of the Richard Rogers, you’re stopped by numerous actors and backstage support congratulating you on your appearance. When you finally make it to the dressing room and step out of the constricting corset you’re able to breathe in a sigh of relief.

With the dress pooling at your feet, you hear a slight gasp before jerking your head up to the source. There stands Lin, once more occupying the doorway to the dressing room. With no shirt to rescue you, you awkwardly stand with your arms crossing over your chest as your blush creeps down your body. “H-hey! What’s happening?” what’s happen? What is that (Y/N)

“Hey,” he stammers out “they were asking for you at the door. I told them I would mention it to you so you’d know for the second show of the day.” You can’t quite decipher the look on his face and his eyes dart from your face to your body to the floor and then around the room. Finally his eyes reach your face, his cheeks bright red. “So…yeah, yeah I told you so I wanted to just let you know and I’ll see you later.” He runs out of the door and heads back to the hall.

Thinking fast, you shout “Hey Lin!” In the time you can grab your shirt from earlier, he quickly re-enters the doorway.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?” His blush is still present on his cheeks as well but at least this time he can look you in the eyes.

“When are you finally going to get around to kissing me?” With a hand on your hip, you try to put forth more confidence than you had in the forward question.

“Oh…well, uhm…” he stutters out an answer before a look of determination takes over his features. In a few strides, he’s in front of you, trying to avoid stepping on the Eliza costume. Taking your face in his hands, his eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes before you give him a little smirk. With no more waiting, he brings his face towards yours as you melt into each other.

Through the haze of the magic that is kissing Lin you can faintly hear Jazz in the background shouting “I knew it!”

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