#hamilton cast imagine

[catiuapavel]

Not to be a hater about the English dub of Tactics Ogre Reborn again [proceeds to be a hater] but when the credits for the voice actors roll and you see how there is no Japanese actor of the extended cast who holds a double role with the single exception of Lanselot and Prancet which comes off as a thought-through decision... whereas in the EN dub you see almost every actor holds at least two roles, if not more... you realize which of these versions had their cast picked with care and was well directed, and which was thrown in just to be able to say it was voiced in English when marketing it.

#like imagine casting the same voice for Canopus and Volaq. unironically. and it doesn't even suit either of them. #and then they accidentally make hamilton's voice act tartaros' lines and don't notice. or they do notice and just don't bother redoing it #to be clear this isn't against the vas themselves who are probably v skilled actors when they have a budget. time. and a proper direction

[pocketgalaxies]

"fearne's favorite musical?"

"into the woods?"

"that seems a little on the nose."

"*starts singing hamilton*"

#i'm laughing way too hard at this #fearne watching hamilton. imagine #57m 4SDx10 #text #critical role #4 sided dive #cr lb #cr spoilers #fearne calloway #ashley johnson #sam riegel #travis willingham #cr cast

[creeperthescamp]

finally sat down and watched hamilton (special interest of my sister) after being very poo-pooey and edgy about it for a few years. it was enjoyable and well made but y'know. i think the poo-poo is still warranted

there's just something about watching thomas jefferson prancing around in a lovely coat and singing a fun little song about coming home from paris and very off-handedly saying something like 'read this for me, sally' and you suddenly remember that sally was (iirc) a slave he owned AND also raped several times that rly takes you out of it for the rest of the show

for a musical that is technically very inclusive and does a lot of cool things it's very funny to me how the whole thing is SO clearly made within the context of a new yorker in the mid 2010s when obama was still president to the point where it's not even a decade old and seems so dated in its framing of us history. 'immigrant' is such an. Interesting! way of talking about people who were colonisers and slavers. the miku binder post makes so much sense now

probs the most frustrating thing about hamilton tho is not rly the musical itself but trying to talk about it with my sister and dad (who love it) cos they feel such a need to defend it by trying to get me on 'gotchas' and technicalities like 'yea but they did mention slavery tho!'

.....not sure why im not allowed to have mixed feelings about something? tes games have been my special interest for years I'm so fucking good at having mixed feelings about popular media! anyway

#martin posts #hmm. i have been ranting quite a bit lately. oh well its my blog #also my dad is a teacher and my sister is doing history at uni so this defensiveness is a bit weird? #they actually went and saw it about 6 months ago. the australian production that is. i think it was a mostly indigenous cast too? #which is both cool and also very puzzling. like yes having a cast of colour is a core part of hamilton but. its about. white colonisers.. #could you fucking imagine if someone made a fun musical about white british dudes in australia in the same time period #and then have an Aboriginal cast?? and focus purely on the bureaucracy of making a parliament?? that would be received VERY differently

[maxtermind]

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

★ : summary :: when he cheats on you ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: angst ★ : word count :: 5k ★ : a/n :: please remember that all of this is fiction! anyway, enjoy the angst <3 cheating is not a slip up but a statement and i will not be writing a part 2 where they get back together :) as usual requests are open for other endings if you're interested (maybe she ends up with someone else on the grid to make it hurt more lol). feedback is appreciated+!! ★ : gifs :: @\f1-stuff @\userhamilton @\slowestlap @\tyrannosaurus-maxy

Max Verstappen

Max and you had a pretty healthy work schedule. Thanks to your flexible remote work, you could travel with him and support him in person. But there were times when you were needed back at the home office but despite the distance, Max made sure to keep you in the loop.

From video calls, to texting whenever one was free, to random pictures shared, you were always pretty aware of what the other was doing. So imagine your shock when minutes after hanging up on a call after congratulating him on his win, you failed to get a hold of him before pictures of him started going viral.

But now, all of that seemed like a distant memory as you stared at the damning evidence on your phone. Pictures of Max, smiling and carefree, dancing with another woman in a crowded club, her arms wrapped around him possessively.

Your heart sank as you scrolled through the images, each one a painful reminder of the betrayal you never saw coming. And then, there it was, the blurry photo that confirmed your worst fears - Max and the other woman locked in a passionate kiss.

The world around you seemed to blur as well as tears welled up in your eyes, hot and bitter against your cheeks. Without thinking, you began to dial Max's number, your fingers trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation.

But each call went unanswered, each voicemail left unheard. With each unanswered ring, your heart broke a little more, until you could no longer bear the weight of your pain.

It was an hour later when you were in your bed, crying your eyes out when your phone finally lit up with Max's name, the screen casting a harsh glow in the dimness of your room.

As much as your head told you to hang up and let that be the final answer, you picked it up and whispered a low. ”Hi?” Your voice barely a whisper, choked with emotion.

”Y/N,” Max’s breathy voice came. It was enough to throw you off again and new tears gathered in your eyes.

”Where were you?” The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, raw with hurt and anguish.

”Baby…” Max's voice wavered, and you could hear the weight of his guilt in every syllable. It spoke volumes, you knew what had happened and he knew that. ”I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Your chest tightened at his words, the pain of his deceit threatening to consume you whole. And then, without warning, a strangled sob escaped your lips, the sound echoing in the silence of the room.

You could hear Max's sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, a sound that only served to intensify your grief. But you were beyond caring about appearances now, your heart laid bare for him to see.

”I trusted you,” you choked out between sobs, the words a bitter indictment of the love you had once shared. ”Why would you do this to me?”

How could the man that made you feel like the only girl in the world for him do this to you? Did he even love you or was he just a really good actor?

Your voice quivered with pain as you struggled to maintain your composure,”You've broken me in ways I didn't even know were possible.”

Max's voice wavered as he tried to find the right words to express his remorse,”I never meant to hurt you, it was the biggest mistake of my life.” 

The life he has made sure he spent with someone not you. His voice cracked further and you realized that he was also crying on the other end. ”I can't bear the thought of not having you in my life.”

There was a long pause, as if Max was searching for the right words to say. But what words could possibly undo the damage that had already been done, the trust that had been shattered beyond repair?

Your words cut through him, echoing the pain he had caused,”Did… did you even love me, Max?”

”Of course, I love you!” He spoke, his voice carrying a sense of hurt. As if questioning the audacity to even ask that and that angered you. It made you so mad because this was on him. He did this.

”I wish I could turn back time and make things right, I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Max's breath hitched as he spoke before you could. The wounds he had inflicted too deep to be healed with a simple apology. ”I never meant to make you doubt my love for you.”

And as you listened to his voice crack with emotion, you knew that there was only one thing left to do. ”I don't even recognize the person I fell in love with anymore.” You whispered with finality, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

Was this really the man who had promised you a future filled with a family and laughter? The man who just made your heart bleed out?

Max caught on and rushed to get the words out,”Please, Y/N, don't hang up. I need you more than ever, I love y-”

You hung up because how dare he say that after what he did. He called you again and again after that and if you weren’t half dying in your apartment, maybe you could’ve scoffed at how the roles were switched.

However, all you could do was switch off your phone and wonder how the man who once kissed all your scars better, could leave deeper ones in their place. Leaving you to do the work to mend them all alone.

Lewis Hamilton

It had all started the day you had foolishly decided to set up lunch to have the two most important people in your life, your bestfriend and your boyfriend, meet.

Lewis seemed genuinely enthusiastic about finally meeting the person who had been such a solid support in your life. Little did you anticipate that this innocent gathering would unravel into a scene of deception.

The signs were subtle at first. A quick exchange of numbers, a glance shared behind your back– easy to dismiss as innocent. But why would you look for such signs? When it included your most trusted humans on the planet?

But then came the slips, the accidental mentions of knowing each other's whereabouts better than you did.

”I don't think she'll pick up, she said she had an afternoon meeti-” Lewis caught himself on time before shrugging and ending with a: ”She posted it on her instagram, did you miss it?”

You laughed it off though it irked you. You were just glad that they were close before...

After an especially tiring day, you finally entered your house. Surprised to see the sitting room empty, where Lewis waits for you every time he's home early.

You sighed, instinctively petting Roscoe before moving inside the house. Desperate for a shower and clean clothes to get the day's stench off of you.

So imagine your shock when you walked into your bedroom,to discover Lewis and Rachel entwined in your bed, their bodies exposed and vulnerable. In your bed.

It took a second for you to process it while they both scrambled to get their clothes on. You just stared in disbelief while Rachel cried on the bed under covers and Lewis frantically wore his clothes while saying… something?

You felt like you were underwater for a second because you saw his mouth moving before his words started registering and tears started to pool in your eyes. The pain felt tangible, like a weight pressing down on your chest, as you confronted the unthinkable reality of their infidelity.

”Baby, let me explain. Ple- Please, this isn't what it looks like... I-”

You tore your eyes away from him before looking over at Rachel who was crying because she probably understood exactly what was happening.

You wanted to ask what exactly Lewis thought was going on but decided not to because your throat was closing up. The image of them together was burned into your brain. You just shook your head as tears fell from your eyes before turning around and walking out of the room.

As Lewis desperately jumbled to dress himself, his hands fumbling with buttons and zippers, he pleaded with you, his voice cracking with desperation.

”Y/N, please, you have to listen to me. This isn't what it looks like, I swear,” he implored, his eyes wide with panic as he reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched away as if his touch burned. Feeling disgusted and deceived.

”What do you mean it's not what it looks like?!” you finally managed to choke out, your voice trembling with damage and betrayal. ”I come home to find you two... in our bed, na- naked!”

Lewis's face contorted in anguish, his mind racing for the right words to say, but nothing seemed adequate in the face of your devastation.

”It's... it's a misunderstanding, Y/N, I promise,” he stammered, his voice strained with emotion. ”Rachel and I... we didn't plan for this to happen. It's just... things got out of hand, and we never meant to do you wrong.”

You shook your head in disbelief because you didn’t know what else to do truly, feeling as if the ground had been pulled out from beneath you. ”How could you do this to me, Lewis? I thought you… that you loved me,” your voice turned in a whisper.

All the times he had discussed the future rushed through your mind. He wanted to retire and repeatedly told you how he wanted to marry you. Your hands trembled as you suddenly remembered asking Rachel to be your bridesmaid.

Suddenly, the pressure on your chest got worse.

Lewis's eyes pleaded with you, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to find the right words. ”I don't know, Y/N. I don't know what came over me. I love you, you have to believe me. Please don't leave, we can work through this together.”

But his words fell on deaf ears as you turned away from him, the pain in your heart too raw to bear. ”I trusted you, Lewis. I trusted both of you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

As you moved towards the door, every step heavier than the last, Lewis's voice trembled with desperation, his hands reaching out to grasp yours, pleading for your attention.

”Y/N, please, don't leave,” he begged, his voice cracking with raw emotion. ”I messed up, I know I did, but I love you. Please, let me make it right.”

You paused, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. ”How can you say you love me after what you did?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper, thick with pain.

And with that, you turned away, leaving behind the shattered remains of the life you had once shared, the echoes of Lewis's pleas fading into the emptiness of the night. Swearing to never put your trust in anyone else ever again.

Carlos Sainz

You had sworn off of relationships for so long after your last one that it was honestly a miracle, as your friends and family put it, that you agreed to go out with Carlos. But he was the perfect gentleman to you. The person who gave you hope for a better future. Giving you hope that maybe all the ‘cheesy’ discourse was for you too.

He knew how you were hurt the last time and reassured you about how special you were to him and how you were always enough. Enough for him.

It slowly became a running joke once you guys hit the two year mark. You were finally at a stage where you had a loving partner that you could trust blindly.

So to say that you were blindsided would be an understatement…

Your fingers trembled as you scrolled through Carlos's phone, your heart racing with each new message that appeared on the screen.

You never thought you'd be the type to snoop, but the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach had become too much to ignore. He was so distant lately and so secretive about his phone, it was slowly killing you.

There it was, undeniable proof staring back at you in blue and white. Messages from an unknown number, filled with suggestive language and promises of secrecy. Your breath got caught in your throat as you read through the damning evidence, your heart sinking with each word.

‘Hey babe, can't wait to see you tonight ;) xoxo’

The message hit you like a punch to the gut, your mind reeling with disbelief. How could Carlos do this to you? You thought you had something special, something worth fighting for. But now, all those hopes and dreams lay shattered at your feet.

You tried to push down the rising tide of emotion, to find some innocent explanation for what you were seeing. But deep down, you knew the truth – Carlos was cheating on you.

When he emerged from the bathroom, you were waiting for him, phone in hand and tears in your eyes. And as you looked into his eyes, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

”Carlos,” you whispered, the weight of your words heavy in the air as he stepped into the room, his tousled hair and relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside you.

You weren’t really sure why you weren’t screaming and thrashing things around already. It was like you were frozen on the spot.

”What's wrong?” he asked, concern etched into his features as he took in your tear-streaked face and the phone clutched tightly in your hand. Though, when you looked at him, all you could see was how he was your everything. How you had given him your everything.

And you still weren’t enough.

You struggled to find the words, to articulate the emotions coursing through you. ”I found... I found something on your phone,” you finally managed, your voice trembling with emotion.

Carlos's expression faltered, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he took a hesitant step closer. ”What do you mean?” he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

You took a shaky breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation to come. ”Messages,” you began, your voice barely audible as you held up the phone, displaying the incriminating evidence for him to see. ”From someone... someone you've been seeing behind my back.”

Carlos's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the screen, his hand instinctively reaching out to take the phone from you. ”Y/N, I swear, I can explain,” he stammered, his voice tinged with desperation. Why was he reaching for the phone and not your hand?

But the words fell on deaf ears as the full weight of his betrayal hit you like a ton of bricks. ”Explain?” you echoed, your voice trembling with disbelief. ”How can you even explain this, Carlos? How could you do this to me?”

He reached out to touch you, to offer comfort or reassurance, but you recoiled, the sting of his infidelity too raw and painful to bear. ”I trusted you,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face as you backed away from him. ”How could you-”

Can love like this be lost too? You’ve been on your knees begging the universe to grant you one love that wouldn’t be snatched from you. Thinking all your prayers had been heard only for him to do it too.

Carlos's expression crumbled as he watched you retreat, his own anguish mirroring yours. ”I never meant for this to happen,” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. ”Please, Y/N, give me a chance to make things right.”

As Carlos pleaded with you, his words heavy with desperation, you couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. His promises of love and devotion clashed with the evidence on his phone, leaving you torn between the man you thought you knew and the painful truth staring back at you.

You met his gaze, seeing the desperation etched into his features as he struggled to make you believe him. ”Can you hear me?” he implored, desperation lacing his words. ”You are always enough for me. Please, you have to believe me. I love you more than anything, Y/N.”

His words pulled at your heartstrings, the sincerity in his voice almost convincing you to give him another chance. But deep down, you knew that trust once broken was not easily repaired.

You met his gaze, feeling the weight of his plea bearing down on you. ”I hear you,” you replied softly, nodding through your tears, your voice tinged with sadness. ”But it's not that simple, Carlos. I want to believe you, but...”

Carlos's grip on you tightened, his body pressing against yours as he sought solace in your embrace. ”Please, don't leave,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. ”I'll do anything to make this right, to prove to you that you're the only one for me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you pulled away, the pain of betrayal still raw and agonizing. ”No,” you murmured, your voice barely audible above the sound of your breaking heart. ”You did to us. You made me believe… I'm leaving. This is goodbye.”

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Carlos standing alone in the wreckage of your brutally murdered relationship.

Charles Leclerc

You had rushed back home because for the first time in what feels like forever, your boyfriend was back home. Charles was a man of many charms. Despite being with him for so long, he still had you blushing and getting butterflies every time he was around.

He was busy when you got home so you decided to wash up but as you paced back and forth in the living room, your heart racing with anxiety, you didn’t know what to do to figure out what exactly Charles was doing.

Charles had been on the phone for what felt like hours, his voice hushed but urgent as he spoke to someone on the other end of the line. Normally, you wouldn't think much of it, but something about his tone tonight had set off alarm bells in your mind.

You tried to focus on a book, anything to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling of unease in the pit of your stomach. But every word you read seemed to blur together, your mind consumed with worry.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. With trembling hands, you set the book aside and made your way to the kitchen, where Charles was still on the phone.

”...I can't risk it tonight,” you heard him say, his tone strained ”She's coming home soon, and I don't want to risk it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Who was he talking about? And why did he sound so nervous?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you crept closer, straining to hear the other end of the conversation.

”...I know, I know,” Charles continued, his voice growing even more frantic. ”But I can't keep doing this. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to you.”

Your blood ran cold at his words. What did he mean, ‘not fair to her?’ And who the fuck was he talking to?

Before you could process it all, Charles abruptly ended the call and turned to find you standing in the doorway, your eyes wide with shock and hurt.

”Y/N,” he started, his voice wavering as he took in your expression. ”I... I didn't realize you were there.”

You struggled to find your voice, your mind racing with a thousand questions. ”Who were you talking to, Charles?” you managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles' eyes flickered with guilt as he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. ”It's... it's nothing, Y/N,” he stammered, but you could tell he was lying. ”Just a friend.”

But you weren't buying it. Not after what you had just heard. ”A friend?” you repeated, your voice rising with anger and hurt. ”Is that what you call my replacement?”

Charles' face paled at your accusation, his eyes widening in shock. ”Baby, it's not what you think,” he protested, but you could hear the desperation in his voice. He looked so scared, as if he knew he was gonna get caught up into lies.

”Then what is it, Charles?” you demanded, your voice trembling with emotion. ”Enlighten me.”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering away from yours as if unable to meet your eyes. ”It's... it's complicated,” he finally admitted, but his words offered little comfort.

”There's nothing complicated about cheating on someone you claim to love.” You were trying to compose yourself, not show him how deeply his words had cut you but your hands were trembling and your voice was cracking. Face pale and eyes glassy.

Charles winced at your words, his guilt written plainly across his face. ”You’re the only person I love,” he insisted, his voice barely above a whisper. ”It's just... things got out of hand.”

You felt like you had been punched in the gut. How could he stand there and try to justify his betrayal? How could he expect you to forgive him after this? Why the fuck was he the one looking distort?

”I trusted you, Charles,” you choked out, tears welling in your eyes. He shouldn’t be expecting you to treat him as a victim too when he was the one guilty. ”I thought we had something special.”

Charles' expression softened, his eyes brimming with remorse. ”We do, Y/N,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. ”I love you, more than anything. Please, you have to believe me.”

But love now felt like a distant memory, tarnished by his infidelity. ”How can I believe anything you say after this?” You scoffed bitterly. Angry at yourself for crying in front of the man who has probably been sleeping with someone else for months now.

Charles reached out to you, his hand trembling as he brushed a tear from your cheek. ”I'll do anything to make it up to you, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. ”Just give me a chance to prove it.”

You whispered, your voice heavy with resignation,”There are no second chances for cheaters.”

Lando Norris

Because of multiple torments inflicted by past lovers, you were always resistant to fall head first in any relationship. Hesitant to give your heart knowing recovering was going to be the absolute worst.

Comes in, Lando. The man who broke through all your barriers, took down the walls you put around yourself and had you love struck in a matter of time.

For a moment, everything was amazing. He was the best person you could've asked for. He looked at you as if you put the stars up in the sky.

Who could've thought?

Who could've thought that the same fucking man would have you breaking down at a family event in front of everyone.

The room buzzed with conversation as you sat at the dinner table, trying to ignore the growing tension in the air.

Lando's hand found yours under the table, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your palm. ”Are you okay?” he whispered, concern etched in his voice.

You forced a smile, nodding faintly. ”Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed,” you murmured, hoping to brush off your unease. Why was everyone looking at you with such pity?

But Lando's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress. ”You know you can talk to me, right?” he said softly, squeezing your hand gently.

Before you could respond, a sudden hush fell over the room, drawing your attention to the commotion across the room. You followed Lando's gaze, your heart sinking as you saw him make eye contact with one of your cousins, their faces morphing as if they were having a whispered conversation.

”What's going on?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as dread coiled in the pit of your stomach.

You have seen this scene before and you did not like where this was going. Feeling overwhelmed, you got up and excused yourself from the table. Slightly glad to have Lando do the same.

This was all a confusion. You repeated in your head before standing outside the venue, away from distressed eyes and hushed gossips.

Lando's grip on your hand tightened, his expression unreadable as he turned to face you. ”I... I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice strained with emotion.

Your heart plummeted as you watched him fidget, every step feeling like a weight bearing down on your chest. ”What is it?” you asked, your voice trembling with apprehension.

Lando hesitated, his eyes darting away from yours as if unable to meet your gaze. ”I... I don't know how to say this,” he began, his voice faltering.

Just then, your cousin appeared at his side, her expression a mix of guilt and defiance. ”Y/N, we need to talk,” she said, her voice tinged with remorse.

They exchanged another glance and something in your mind stopped working.

Your breath caught in your throat as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, the truth hitting you like a sledgehammer to the chest. ”No...” you whispered, the word barely a breath as tears welled in your eyes.

Lando reached out to you as you took a step away from them, his voice a desperate plea. ”Please, let me explain,” he begged, his eyes brimming with regret.

But you pulled away, the sting of deceit too raw and painful to bear. ”Not you too,” you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion. ”How could you do this to me?”

There were no answers, no explanations that could erase the pain of their breach of trust. They both just watched as you started crying softly. Apparently everyone in your family knew too.

As tears welled in your eyes, Lando's pleading voice cut through the air. ”Y/N, please, just give me a chance to explain.” His hand reached out towards you, but you recoiled, his touch now feeling like a betrayal.

”Explain what?” you retorted, your voice laced with disbelief. ”That you cheated on me with my cousin?”

Lando's eyes widened in panic but instead your cousin's voice broke through the tension, filled with regret. ”Y/N, I'm so sorry. It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened.”

Anger surged within you at her words. ”Sleeping with my fucking boyfriend was a mistake?” you shot back, incredulous at the audacity of her apology.

Lando stepped forward, his expression a mix of remorse and longing. ”I never meant to cause you any pain, Y/N. Please believe me,” he pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion.

Your trust had shattered along with your heart. 

His voice quivered as he spoke again, desperation lacing his words. ”I love you, Y/N. I made a stupid mistake, but it doesn't change how I feel about you.”

But love now felt like a distant memory, tarnished by their adultery.

”If this is love, I want no part of it,” you declared, your voice filled with anguish. Knowing deep down that you meant it.

Your cousin reached out to you, her eyes brimming with tears. ”Y/N, please, you have to understand...” But understanding felt beyond your reach, lost in a sea of pain and betrayal.

”Understand what?” you cried out, your voice breaking with emotion. ”That my own sister betrayed me with my… my boyfriend?”

Lando's plea echoed in the air, his voice thick with desperation. ”I'll do anything to make it up to you, Y/N. Just give me a chance.”

But the chance had already been squandered, lost in the wreckage of their infidelity.

”You had your chance, Lando, and you blew it.” You wish you could be angry and put them to their places but your chest was hurting so much that it was almost dizzy.

You felt sick and on the verge of passing out.

”I'll do anything to make things right, Y/N. Just tell me what to do.” But there was nothing they could do to undo the damage that had been done, no words or actions that could mend the broken pieces of your heart.

They have insulted you in front of your whole family.

”There's nothing you can do to fix this, Lando. You've ruined everything,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned away, the weight of their betrayal too heavy to bear.

As you walked away, their voices faded into the background, drowned out by the deafening roar of your own heartbreak. And as you stumbled out into the night, the stars above offering no solace, you vowed never to let anyone break you again.

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[emjayewrites]

Sir/BabyGirl

SYNOPSIS: Sometimes Lewis can be babygirl, sometimes he's Sir.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x You (black!fem!reader)

TAGLIST: @hopefulromantic1 @madstxo @that-90s-girllll @lewisroscoelove @saintslewis @arshiyuh @purplelewlew @non-stop-imagines @goldenalbon @alika-4466 @lorarri @queenshikongo3 @yeea-nah

INSPO: this post

A/N: happy birthday to the goat

As you made your way through the bustling crowd, the sounds of cheers and excitement filled the air. The Miami Grand Prix had just concluded, and now he sat on a raised platform, surrounded by journalists eager to capture every word that fell from his lips.

You found a spot at the back of the gathering, your eyes fixated on Lewis like a magnet drawn to its polar opposite. His presence was magnetic, radiating an aura that commanded attention from everyone around him. The sunlight danced playfully upon his face, casting a radiant glow that highlighted his chiseled features. Your eyes were immediately drawn to Lewis's dazzling smile, with his grill sparkling against the sun-kissed backdrop. The sight of him brought with it an intoxicating sense of admiration and longing. You couldn't help but notice the way his braids cascaded around his shoulders, gently caressing his jawline and framing his face in a way that was as alluring as it was almost feminine. Despite this, there was a raw, undeniable masculinity that radiated from him, a powerful energy that spoke to his dominance and magnetism.

Every word that rolled off his tongue was like silk, each syllable carefully curated to captivate and enthrall. As you listened, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swelling within your chest. Lewis was not just a racer, he was a true artist in his craft.

Life as a WAG, as they called it, was anything but ordinary. You had traveled the world together, accompanied Lewis to countless races, and witnessed firsthand the adrenaline-fueled atmosphere that surrounded the sport. Amidst the glamour and excitement, Lewis always made sure to prioritize you and your relationship.

However, Lewis had two distinct personalities: babygirl and Sir. You often teased him about his ability to seamlessly switch from being adorable to dominant in a matter of seconds. One moment he would be calling you "love" and covering you in soft kisses, and the next he would be commanding you to submit to him with a simple raise of his eyebrow.

But it wasn't just about dominance in the bedroom. Lewis's dominant nature spilled over into all aspects of your relationship. You made all major decisions together, but ultimately it was his word that carried the most weight. You trusted him completely and found comfort in his strong presence.

As Lewis wrapped up his interviews and made his way towards you, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. You knew that look well – it meant that Sir was ready to make an appearance.

"Ready to head back?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes," you nodded eagerly, already feeling anticipation building within you at what Sir had planned for tonight.

The walk back to Lewis' motorhome on the paddock was quiet. He held your hand tightly as he led you through the bustling crowd of fans and journalists, stopping every so often to sign an autograph or take a picture. You were used to this by now, the constant attention and adoration that surrounded Lewis wherever he went. But even after all these years, it still amazed you.

Once inside the motorhome, his voice dropped an octave lower as he commanded you to strip down for him.

"Take that shit off," he growled, sneering and showing off his grill.

You couldn't help but shiver at the intensity in his voice, the stark contrast to the charismatic and charming Lewis you had just witnessed. But this was part of the dynamic that made your relationship with him so thrilling. You knew that when Sir took control, it was a journey into a world of pleasure and passion unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

Obeying his command, you slowly began to remove your clothes, feeling the weight of his gaze on your mahogany skin with every unbuttoned button, and every zipper pulled down. The atmosphere in the room grew heavy with anticipation, each second stretching out to an eternity as you undressed under his watchful brown eyes deepening with desire.The gleam of the grill caught the fluorescent lights, creating a metallic shine that was almost blinding. The grid-like pattern of the grill reflected in the light, adding to its intense and intimidating appearance.

Once fully exposed before him, your body tingling with a mix of excitement and vulnerability, Lewis approached with a predatory grace.

"You look beautiful," he murmured before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin along the way. You felt like you were on fire – every touch from Lewis igniting a new flame within you. He knew exactly how to make you lose control and give in to pleasure completely.

"Sir," you moaned as he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Say it again," he commanded, looking up at you with dark eyes filled with lust.

"Sir," you repeated breathlessly, feeling a surge of arousal course through your body at the sound of that title rolling off your tongue.

Your skin was flushed with desire and your eyes pleaded for more. He couldn't resist – it always drove him wild.

With a mischievous smile, he commanded, "Lie down."

You slowly did as you were told, kneeling in front of him before lying on your back against the soft comfort of the carpet beneath you. You could feel his eyes drinking in every inch of your body, making you feel exposed but also incredibly alive.

"Good," he praised, his voice low and rough with desire. "Now spread your legs for me."

As you followed his instructions, parting your legs to reveal yourself completely to him, a tingling anticipation coursed through your body. You knew what came next – Sir's skilled hands and mouth exploring every inch of you, sending you into a world of ecstasy.

Lewis wasted no time in getting to work, his lips hungrily trailing kisses down your neck and across your chest. His hands continued to roam over your body, teasing and caressing every sensitive spot. You gasped as his tongue flicked over one of your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

With one hand still busy teasing and pinching at your other breast, Lewis trailed the other down your stomach, his fingers lightly brushing against the sensitive skin. He lowered himself between your legs, his hot breath making your breath hitch as he neared your aching center.

"Please," you moaned, already desperate for his touch. But Lewis was in control, and he took his time exploring every inch of you with his mouth. His tongue traced circles around your clit before dipping lower to tease at the entrance of your core.

You couldn't help but arch off the ground as he continued to tease and build up the tension inside you. It was like he knew exactly what you needed – when to be gentle and when to push you over the edge.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Lewis plunged two fingers deep inside of you, causing a scream of pleasure to escape from your lips. He set a steady pace with his fingers while using his thumb to play with your clit. The cold metal of his grill against your skin heightened the sensations, bringing you closer to climax as he sucked on your sensitive nub with fervor. It felt as though he was savoring every moment as if it were his last meal.

You moaned as he added a third finger, stretching you in the most delicious way possible. The pressure was building inside you like a volcano ready to erupt.

"Sir...oh my God...fuck."

"Are you going to cum for me, love?" he crooned menacingly, his voice thick with desire. You could only nod your head in response, unable to form any coherent words as the pleasure consumed you.

But Lewis wasn't satisfied with just a nod. He wanted to hear it from you – he wanted to hear you say it out loud.

"Use your words, pretty girl. Are you gonna cum for Sir?" he demanded, his tone commanding and seductive all at once.

You groaned in frustration at the interruption but knew that Lewis was right. You needed to let go and permit yourself to fully surrender to him.

"Yes," you moaned, your voice trembling with need. "Yes...I'm gonna cum for Sir."

Lewis smiled against your skin, the gold metal on his teeth tickling your skin. He increased the pace of his fingers, seeking to find the rhythm that would make you scatter. And then, as if on cue, he began to suckle harder, his tongue flicking and dancing in perfect harmony with his fingers as they plunged in and out of your wet heat.

A wave of pure pleasure washed over you and your entire body seized up, and a cry of release escaped from your lips.

"Oh, fuck!" you screamed, your whole body shaking as you convulsed with your orgasm.

Lewis continued to work his magic on your sensitive body until the last tremors subsided, slowly easing off his touch as he climbed back up beside you. You were panting heavily as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him.

"Well done, love," he whispered into your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your temple. "You're such a good girl for me....but that was just the warm-up."

Lewis abruptly pulled back and rose to his feet. Your body felt weak and blissed out from the intense pleasure, but curiosity got the better of you. What did Sir have planned next?

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[rip-quizilla]

Polyjamourous

Eddie x GN!Reader

Description: You get a job at the record store, where you terrorize Eddie with so many different genres of music that he gets whiplash, but your energy is adorable so he's instantly soft for you.

Tags: big grumpy/sunshine trope here, fluff, workplace relationship (kind of), outgoing!reader, Hannah putting her liked songs on shuffle and using them here shamelessly, no physical description of reader other than hinting that they have a glorious gyatt that Eddie can't help but stare at.

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: I didn't coin the term "polyjamourous"! I saw it in a TikTok by Viktor Fellbrink. Does it describe me perfectly though? Absolutely.

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When Eddie had interviewed you for a job at the record store downtown, one of the first questions he’d asked was about your taste in music. Your response had caught him so off guard that he couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“I’m polyjamourous.” you’d said. 

Eddie had blinked a couple of times, a snorted laugh jumping from his throat. “Polyjamorous…” he’d repeated, an amused grin ticking up the corner of his mouth. “That’s one I have not heard before.”

You had shrugged, smiling the same way you’d been smiling throughout the entire interview. “I listen to a little bit of everything, I like pretty much all music.” 

What Eddie had expected from that was mostly pop, maybe a classic rock hit here and there. Judging by the ripped jeans and Doc Martens you were wearing the day of your interview, he suspected there may have been an emo/alt rock phase in your history so maybe some Paramore or MCR. 

What he hadn’t been expecting was the fact that when you said you liked all music, you meant all music. 

A month into working with you, and he already dreaded the days that you’d signed your name on the list entitled “Aux Cord Dibs” that sat on a tattered clipboard under the counter. The first hour of your shuffled liked songs on Spotify, and Eddie already had whiplash. 

The songs that played (in order) were:

Satisfied- The Broadway Cast of Hamilton

Raise Hell- Brandi Carlile

The Offering- Sleep Token

Magical- Ed Sheeran

Dream a Little Dream of Me- Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

Just to name a few.

Not only were you completely unashamed that the first song to pop up under your aux cord time was a fucking show tune, but you knew every word. You sang, rapped- acted- every word. 

Eddie was now absolutely sure that you had had an emo phase, because this meant you were also a theater kid (same as him, but he wasn’t about to admit that to you) and in Eddie’s experience, most theater kids were also emo kids in some way, shape, or form.

“How much coffee did you drink this morning?” he’d muttered once you’d finished your one-woman show whilst shelving new records. 

“No coffee, this is all natural.” You’d said that with a grin so wide, it was obvious to him that you knew how obnoxious that sounded and you were taking it in stride. 

“You’re just the Energizer bunny… naturally?” 

Somehow, you grinned wider. “Yes!”

You can imagine how terrified Eddie was when you pulled a Celcius out of your bag an hour later. What happens when you give an energy drink to a person with natural energy?

You get impromptu dance breaks. 

Eddie had been boxing up an online order when out of the corner of his eye, he saw your oversized sweatered form bouncing around between aisles to the beat of whatever K-Pop bullshit was currently assaulting his speakers. 

Wordlessly, his eyes drifted to the monitor displaying the security camera feed where he found a full view of your hopping, stepping, and jumping to the bouncy rhythm of a Korean song with random English words sprinkled in. The grainy feed from the camera even picked up the subtle motion of your lips moving, and Eddie’s lips couldn’t help but twist into an amused little smile when he realized that must mean you were even trying to lip sync to the words, and he might be wrong but he was pretty sure you didn’t speak Korean.

His shoulders shook, silently chuckling at your antics until the music slowed down in tempo. Your hips began to move in slow, pronounced circles, sending the rest of your body rolling with the momentum. Eddie knew you didn’t mean to turn him on with the way your hips were moving… but you had an ass that shook when you walked, much less when you were actually wiggling your hips around. It wasn’t a you problem that was making Eddie’s eyes bug out of his skull and glue themselves to the screen; it was definitely an Eddie problem.

He had to keep it professional; Eddie was a shift manager, and while he wasn’t technically your boss, that was a gray area delicate enough that he didn’t plan on rushing into anything risky. The last thing he should be doing was ogling you on the security camera like a fucking creep. So, he made a point to pay attention to literally anything else whenever you started dancing around the store like some sort of coked-up cheerleader.

After a few shifts with Eddie, you started to notice that he was pointedly ignoring your antics- which made forcing him to pay attention all the more entertaining. The job could be boring on slow days, so this was how you entertained yourself- annoying the shit out of Eddie Munson.

Eddie: “If I hear one more show tune, I’m commandeering the aux cord.”

You: Proceeds to belt all three parts of Sincerely Me from Dear Evan Hansen, complete with choreography.

Eddie: “Is there any metal on this playlist? Just one song? I need a breather…”

You: Introduces Eddie to Babymetal.

One day, you even forced Eddie to suffer through Lizzo. That was funny as all hell, if you’d ever seen it. 

“I feel like I’m walking through a Forever 21.” He’d grumbled as you cheekily shimmied your shoulders at him and mimed a toss of your hair for good measure. 

“First of all,” you laughed, “I’m impressed you know what Forever 21 is.”

“I have been to a mall, you know.”

“Second,” you continued, “You’re starting to come off as a bit of a music elitist.”

Eddie shook his head, shelving new records from the stack of crates on the floor. “It isn’t a crime to know what I like and don’t like, kid.”

You smirked, reaching wordlessly over to the media center behind the counter and turning up the music. It was empty in the store save for you and Eddie, so the change in volume wouldn’t hurt anyone. Lizzo’s Like a Girl rang out through the speakers, and you made a show of losing yourself to the beat just to spite the metalhead before you. 

Eddie sighed, looking up to the ceiling as if God himself could save him from this torment; he couldn’t stop the whisper of a smile from creeping into the corners of his lips. “What did I do to deserve this shit?” he groaned.

Your grin was blazing, infectious in the way you wore it with reckless abandon as you danced from shelf to shelf with one of the crates of records. When the crate was empty, each album carefully nestled in its appropriate place, you set the crate down on the floor right as the chorus started and your hips shook in time with the drop of the beat. 

Eddie had been looking out the corner of his eye the whole time, but averted his gaze immediately once you were shaking your ass in the air. Unbeknownst to you, he was doing everything in his power not to stare.

Bouncing as you perked back up, you flashed him a sadistic grin and shrugged. “You just make it so much fun to torture you, sorry.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes, “That was the emptiest apology I’ve ever heard.” To which you laughed and heartily agreed, launching your whole self into shaking all you had to the beat, even going so far as to plant your foot on the edge of the counter. 

You looked more silly than sexy, even Eddie could admit that, but it was your reckless abandon and giant fucking smile that made him break in that moment. You were shaking your ass- was that twerking? Eddie didn’t think it was twerking, but then again, he wasn’t an expert- and singing along to the music with so much energy that Eddie’s smile finally won his face over. He nodded his head to the beat, even shimmied his shoulders a little, and watched you make an adorable fool of yourself. 

That was when the door opened, sending a chime through the shop as a very confused Steve and Robin walked through the door just in time to see you shaking your ass in their direction. 

As far as you knew, these two were customers, so you swiftly tore your foot from the counter and started to apologize before Steve cut you off with a lopsided grin and a midair brush of his hand. 

“Please don’t apologize, because that might be the best first impression you could’ve made on me.” He confidently strode forward, already extending a hand which you happily accepted. Steve had a way of putting people at ease, Eddie had noticed, even if they had been the opposite of “at ease” before he’d entered the scene. 

He watched straight-faced as Steve struck up a conversation with you about being friends with Eddie and stopping by to say hello, then proceeded to introduce himself and ask you about yourself with the confidence and coolness that came so easily to people like Steve Harrington. Eddie chewed his lip and felt an unwelcome flare of jealousy in his stomach when you gave Steve the same smile that- up until now- you’d been giving him. 

 “So that’s the new hire you told us about?” Robin asked, voice low enough that only Eddie could hear.

He nodded, eyes trained on Steve as he said some joke that made you laugh. “Yeeeeeuup.” Eddie drew out the word, lacing passive aggression into every extra syllable. 

“I see.” Robin looked at Eddie, arching an eyebrow as she wordlessly assessed him, then slowly looked at you and smiled knowingly. “Well, if you’re gonna make a move, better beat Steve to it.”

Eddie sighed and shook his head, murmuring out the corner of his mouth “Stay. Out of it.”  before picking up his crate of records and moving to a different shelf. You were out of sight, but your and Steve’s voices still carried to where he worked. 

“...a little bit of everything.” Eddie heard you say, picking up on your conversation as he silently shelved new inventory. “What kind of music do you listen to?”

“Nothing in particular, I just jam to whatever’s on the radio.” Already inwardly cringing at how Steve must be shrugging or tossing his hair or some shit, Eddie eavesdropped inconspicuously. “Compared to a seasoned listener like yourself, I must sound like an idiot. You should make a playlist for me, so I can know what an expert would recommend.” 

“Expert?” you snorted, “Oh I’m hardly an expert. Half of what I listen to is garbage, but it’s fun garbage so I’m not ashamed. Eddie’s the expert.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. He wasn’t sure if you knew he was nearby enough to hear you, but he wasn’t about to miss out on whatever you were about to say about him, so he remained silent and out of sight. 

Harrington scoffed. “Expert on metal, sure, but unless you’re into headbanging and screaming, I think he’d be pretty lost-”

“Not true.” you interjected. “He likes some classic rock, a bit of old school jazz- you know I played a song by Bob Dylan one day, and he started rattling off all these facts about the guy?” 

Eddie remembered that day. He’d almost told you that he knew all those facts because his mom had loved Bob Dylan, but he thought talking about his dead mom might be a little more personal than you were prepared to get with him so early into knowing him. 

“When Eddie hears music he thinks is good, it doesn’t matter what genre it is- he respects it whether it’s his taste or not.” Eddie had long since stopped shelving; he stood stock still, listening with wide eyes as you spoke with more admiration in your voice than Eddie had ever expected to belong to him. “I play a crazy wide range of music when I work with him, and every time a song I really love comes on it’s hard for me to not focus on how he’s reacting to it. It’s like every time, I’m in my head like- will he like this one?”

Steve was quiet for a moment before Eddie heard him reply, “Sounds like you’re hoping you’ll impress him.” 

Eddie felt his heart start beating a little faster. Were you?

You giggled a little, and for a moment Eddie’s heart fell when he thought you were laughing at the very insinuation that you might want to impress him.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” he heard  you say. “I haven’t known Eddie long, but I’ve always thought he’s an impressive person. It’s hard not to want to impress him back.”

Eddie couldn’t suppress his smile even if he’d wanted to. Sneaking around the shelves where you couldn’t see him, he turned a corner to continue his work as he hummed to himself.

After you’d locked the doors at 8, the two of you were closing down the shop alone as your playlist quietly painted the quiet evening air. You were walking through the store doing your final check while Eddie took inventory, and Eddie had been silently nodding his head to the beat of the music as you came into view of the checkout counter.

“What song is this?”

Your eyes widened, and the eagerness in your gaze made Eddie’s heart just about burst. 

“Uh, it’s Chicken by Your Neighbors.” you stuttered, “You like it?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, softly, “it’s good.”

There was that blinding grin again, contagious in how it fed his until it doubled in size. “Yeah, it is.” 

A pause settled between the two of you, song lyrics potent in the evening’s silence. 

You ain’t got no time to wait

You don’t get what you don’t ask for

“Hey, uhh…” Eddie was quick to grab your attention, and you watched him wide-eyed and expectant. “...feel like getting pizza after this? Surfer Boy doesn’t close ‘til midnight, and I was gonna stop by to see my buddy Argyle after closing anyway, so-”

“Yes!” you agreed, a little more eagerly than you had originally intended to come across. You cleared your throat, “I mean, if it’s no trouble-”

“No trouble at all, it's just down the street, I’ll walk with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You were both grinning like idiots, but neither of you seemed to care. You continued your closing duties, both of you nodding your heads to the beat of the music and enjoying the feelings that, though unspoken and undefined, were currently nestling comfortably into your chest and his. 

Taglist: (really just people I have been talking about this to, I hope you like it❤️) @the-unforgivenn, @vintagehellfire, @munson-blurbs, @hellfire--cult, @word-wytch

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x gn!reader #grumpy sunshine trope #eddie munson blurb

[thisismeracing]

Part of your world | LH44

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Pairing: lewis hamilton x actress!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, it’s not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!

Summary: What happens when Lewis goes to the theater with his nephews and realizes he now has a new favorite Disney movie. The princess? Ynl Yln and she’s definitely fairytale-worthy outside the screens as well.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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yourusername I can't believe this press tour coming to an end :( A huge thank you to everyone involved. It was great working with you guys, from filming to singing and interviewing.

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royaltyyln omg, I still don't know which dress was my favorite, but this white one is def between the top 3

lewishamilton woah! 😍

⤷ hammertime8 shooting his shot

disney 😍🧜🏾‍♀️💙

user01 I just watched the movie and Istg I cried the whole time, my whole childhood on screen. Yn did a great job

mermaidyn I have an eight years old sister and she's so excited to watch the movie, we cried during the trailer. I can't stress how much it means to us to have a black princess on screen, I am glad my sister is growing up with these examples, and I'm happy I'm still around to watch all these events unfold. Really proud 🤧❤️

user90 Everything on this live-action was on point! From the soundtrack to the cast, absolutely perfect

sainzspain I am so ready to see Yn and Lewis interacting 😌🤌🏾

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yourusername camera roll reveal 🫶🏾

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summertimeyn soft launching, I see

⤷ ynbrasil she thinks she's lick, everyone knows its lewis lol

russelular bro, every time she posts I am reminded of the fact that she is stunning, what should one do to look this pretty?

⤷ user3 for me, only being born again lmao 😭🤣

driverslicensef1 lewis lurking on the likes

fortyfourfone Pierre Gasly liked it 🧐

roscoesfans THAT'S ROSCOE AND THAT'S LEWIS, NO DENYING

mickshoes @.disney please, a movie where Yn is the princess and Lewis Hamilton the prince, y'all owning us a live-action from the princess and the frog btw, just saying 👀

flawlessyn Yn is my religion 😭💖💖

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lewishamilton we’re all about winning…and making lovely memories along the way 💚

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eliteleclerc I am so happy for them

rainytracks can you imagine being born as yn yln and dating lewis hamilton???????

ynwinter God, I've seen what you've done for others 🙏🏾

estebanocon Congrats, guys!

⤷ yourusername thank you, estie bestie! 🥰

lewyn They look so happy, when will it be my turn?

hitsdifferent not yn all cautious not to spill it was lewis, and lewis saying "fuck soft launch, here's my princess" lol

arielyln wish I could beeee part of this worldddd 😭

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💖 Don't forget to like, reblog and/or leave a comment letting me know if you liked it *mwah* your interaction means a lot not only because it motivates me, but because it spreads my work and gives me more visibility (especially when you reblog 🥰🤍)

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[awb3r]

Charlie Bushnell x Theather!reader Reader plays in the musical Hamilton

yn.ln

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yn.ln I still can't believe i've been given the honor of playing the role of Peggy and Maria. A big thank you to everyone for this amazing opportunity and the incredible show tonight!

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user1 You were amazing!

Dior.n.goodjohn So proud of you! ↳ yn.ln Thankyouu 💗 ↳ Dior.n.goodjohn 🤭🤭

user2 I litterally got chills at the last part of Maria, your voice is incredible! ↳ yn.ln Thankyou so much!

hamiltonmusical The honor is ours! Liked by yn.ln

user3 Imagine dior introducing her to the pjo cast😍 ↳ user4 I was just thinking about that when i read their comments! ↳ user3 Her and Charlie would be so cute togheter

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iamcharliebushnell If you haven't watched the final episode of Percy Jackson yet, what are you doing here??

But in all seriousness, this show has been such an amazing experience for me and i'm immensely gratefull for all the people i've met along the way. See you in season 2💙

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dior.n.goodjohn Luke slayed tbh

↳ walker.scobell 🤨

user1 i can fix him (no really i can)

leahsavajeffries Can't wait for next seasonn💙💙

user2 Luke in his reputation era Liked by dior.n.goodjohn

aryansimhadri 🐐🐐

dior.n.goodjohn @yn.ln This was the one i was talking about ↳ yn.ln 1. i'm going to kill you 2. He's cute🤭 ↳ iamcharliebushnell hi👋 ↳ yn.ln hey☺️

user3 ARE YOU GUYS SEEING WHAT I'M SEEING?? ↳ user4 She called him cute 🫠

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walker.scobell simp

user1 OMG THEY MET?

user2 this is amazing

dior.n.goodjohn bro's whipped ↳ iamcharliebushnell 🫡

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dior.n.goodjohn girl ur not slick🤨

user1 CHARLIE AT HER SHOW, AND NOW THIS POST?

leahsavajeffries you guys are too cute💗 ↳ yn.ln thankyou loveee

user2 mystery mann

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Part 2?

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #dior goodjohn #aryan simhadri #hamilton musical #x reader

[valen-nidk]

Highkey need a angst no comfort fanfic of Lucifer x Male!Reader, in which Lucifer is telling Charlie about "how humans were given freewill and look at what they do" but one of the residents is M.Reader who is flabbergasted at how apathic Lucifer is, gets on his face and shouts, yells at him.

▪︎ About how Lucifer himself should know better than anyone how twisted Heaven itself is and how God deemed His most beautiful and loyal soldier worthless, casting him aside — how humans are more complex with all the shades of grey that morality actually entitle.

▪︎ M.Reader voice cracking, not out of fear since Lucifer is looking absolutely fucking pissed and Charlie is holding him back, but because he is crying as he yells that he didn't deserve to be here and if anyone had failed him, it had been God (M.Reader having to kill his abuser because authorities and his close circle had failed him? Perhaps, died mid-abuse and the reason he was thrown into Hell was something as stupid as premarital marriage when it wasn't even consensual).

▪︎ Realization dawning on Lucifer, he stutters but M.Reader is angry-crying, pointing at himself at how Hell is also fucked up because "I died and my body has spots/heart shapes as a pattern across my body on the places I was hurt?!" M.Reader maybe even looking manic, absolutely gone as he breaks down before he storms off.

▪︎ Everyone standing awkwardly.

[ BONUS POINTS. ] Imagine M.Reader singing something akin to Congratulations from the Hamilton Musical as he breaks down on how Heaven had failed him, how praying to God didn't do a single thing, how it felt unreal when he landed in Hell when his only sin was being brought onto the world with no one to care about him and oh, did he fight? He fought tooth and nail but even the person with the strongest will to live, to barely survive will crumble down.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel Idea #Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader #Lucifer x Male Reader #Hazbin Hotel Imagines #🧍 he speaks

[soldier-poet-king]

Ik the internet has collectively decided liking Hamilton is cringe bc ppl were writing real person fic, making founding father self inserts, and because anything that gets a big enough following must be mercilessly shunned after 6-12 months but like, I got surprise tickets to a matinee today as a bday gift and it really IS that good?

Like. I'm not USamerican. I'm not sitting here like "oh yes this is absolutely historically accurate and this is how everything went down and how these ppl were irl". Its a story. A historical adaptation. But it's a Damn Good Story. It's thematically compelling. It's emotionally resonant. It's about hunger and imagining death and ambition, about that desperation that drives you towards elusive satisfaction, about legacy and memory and the construction and telling of narratives, it's about UNEARNED GRACE and impossible forgiveness.

Like it really IS a good story, and as someone who only know these people as /characters/ and not historical figures, they're compelling characters? Their arcs are interesting? Hamilton and Burr as foils is so good? Washington as a model of leadership and of regret? Of legacy earned and unearned? ELIZA??MY EVERYTHING?? She's not a "main" character but the narrative hinges on her, when Hamilton is stripped bare of his ambition he thinks of her. She controls and saves the narrative, ultimately. It comes down to Eliza as the centre of it all, best of wives and best of women truly.

The music is a bop, the choreography fun, the set design simple but effective. Like? I get things that have a massive teen fandom can be annoying, and taking it as Historical Fact would be stupid. But as a story???? It really is that good?

Also we had an understudy as Hamilton and he was v young with such a soft higher voice and it REALLY worked esp in act 1 with the whole young scrappy hungry thing. He was also shorter than Eliza which imo. Perfect. Tiny man among a cast of largely very tall men and a few very tall women.

#who else is giving me martyrdom fantasies and ambitious unending hunger and legacy and history and narrative #And the UNEARNED GRACE OF IT ALL #forgiveness? can you imagine? #LIKE. IT REALLY GENUINELY IS GOOD. AND I ENJOY IT IMMENSELY #its a fuckin GOOD story #maybe i am just able to be like. completely separate from the historical aspects bc i am not american #like yeah the real goerge washington owned slaves. evil vile. #but hamilton Goerges is like. a character. they r not the same. he is a compelling portrait of leadership and regret. #one last time makes me cry. i wanna sit under my own vine and fig tree. like damn ok u got me #the hamilton burr foil is obvs contructed for thr show. but its GOOD its NARRATIVELY COMPELLING like. #anyway. i have been really uhhh ******** lately #but this was. this was good. #live theatre in general is just good for me. its just so expensive so i rarely go #but man. the arts. the arts. THIS is why we live and work

[sunny44]

The Hamilton’s

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton and daughter

Warnings: none

Summary: Ava is yours and Lewis’ daughter and of course she’s the sassy Hamilton.

This story is based on this request, hope you guys like it.

On a sunny Sunday morning, the Formula 1 circuit was bustling with preparations for the race. Y/n and Lewis, an amazing couple who shared a passion for speed and competition, were busy greeting colleagues, fitting helmets and preparing for the day's race.

Their 13-year-old daughter, Ava, was walking around the paddock, eager to see her dad in action.

As she watched the action in the pits, Ava found herself surrounded by a crowd of reporters, all trying to get an exclusive interview. One young, confident reporter stood out, approaching Ava with a microphone.

"Hello, Ava! It's exciting to see you here to support your dad. What's it like being a Hamilton?"

"Well, you know, we’ll I have infinity VIP pass so that’s amazing.” The reposted laugh’s

"You must feel proud to be part of such an iconic family. How has that influenced you?"

“Oh, absolutely. I was practically born with a helmet and a stopwatch. Competition is in our DNA. And I guess racing is too."

The reporter laughed, impressed with the young woman's attitude. Ava seemed to be having fun with the questions.

"And what's it like being here, watching the race?"

"Oh, it's great. I'm happy to take time out from practicing my own speed to watch my dad. After all, I owe him my ability to be late home."

"So, do you think we'll see you on the track one day too?" Ava, with a mischievous grin.

"Well, I'll keep my driver's license ready. You never know when the world will need another Hamilton to dominate the races, you know since my dad is getting old."

The reporter seemed impressed by the young woman's fearless attitude. Ava was clearly enjoying the moment and showing her sarcastic side.

"Thanks for your answers, Ava. Have a great day here!"

"No problem! I'll hope my dad finishes first and then pick up some tips on how to handle the trophies."

With a last laugh, the reporter walked away leaving Ava smiling and watching the pits with pride. The young Hamilton had undoubtedly inherited her family's speed and fearless attitude and was ready to carve out her own place on the track one day.

As the race got underway and the engines roared down the track, Ava stood excitedly in the stands, her eyes fixed on her father's car, ready to accelerate.

The adrenaline of competition coursed through her veins and she was determined to cheer Lewis on to success.

Ava watched her father's car gain position after position, overtaking opponents with skill and dexterity. Her heart pounded with every corner, every overtake, and she was totally immersed in the world of Formula 1. As the cars roared down the straights, she couldn't help but imagine herself in the cockpit, feeling the thrill of speed first-hand.

As Ava continued to follow the race, the curious reporter returned for one last question.

"Ava, are you looking forward to a possible career on the track?"

"Of course! After all, who better than a Hamilton to add a new twist to racing?"

Ava cast a confident glance at the reporter, making it clear that she was ready to take on any challenge the racing world could offer. She was determined to make the Hamilton name shine even brighter on the track.

As the race neared its end and the checkered flag was about to be waved, Ava jumped out of the stands and ran to the pits, anxiously waiting to see her father cross the finish line. When Lewis finally crossed the line, in first place, Ava let out a shout of joy, jumping up and down in excitement while her mom smile at her.

Hugs and smiles filled the pits as Lewis' team celebrated his victory. Ava ran into her father's arms, looking up at him with pride.

"What's up, champ? It's not every day you win a race with such an amazing fan in the stands, is it?" Lewis laughed, hugging his daughter affectionately.

"Absolutely, my little sprinter. Looks like the next generation of Hamiltons is ready to rock."

As the podium approached and the national anthem played, Ava was filled with joy and anticipation. She knew that one day she could be on that podium, receiving the winner's trophy with the same pride and determination as her father.

And so the story of the Hamilton’s s continued to unfold, with speed, passion and a touch of daring that was truly characteristic of this unique family.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 #f1 instagram au #lewis hamilton wallpaper #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton headers #lewis hamilton fanart #lewis hamilton icons #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton edit #lewis hamilton art #lewis hamilton instagram au #lewis hamilton angst #lewis hamilton aesthetic #lewis hamilton social media au #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton drabble #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton masterlist #lewis hamilton moodboard #lewis hamilton blurb #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lh44 #team lh44 #roscoe hamilton

[ljblueteak]

Richard Hamilton Swingeing London 67 poster and Beatles 68 poster

Text from Andrew Wilson's Swingeing London 67

The [Beatles] poster, described by Hamilton as a 'give-away' print, was the result of a fairly complex design process that took about two weeks to complete, with daily visits from Paul McCartney, the one Beatle who worked directly with Hamilton on the project and who had prior knowledge, through[Robert] Fraser, of Hamilton's work--he had earlier bought one of the Solomon R. Guggenheim (1965) screenprints from the 1966 exhibition of the series that he had helped hang.

This relationship gave Hamilton the freedom to develop his idea for the poster and the whole design project without interference from the other band members, Yoko Ono, or the record company.

The poster shows George Harrison, John Lennon, McCartney and Ringo Starr as distinct individuals. This is in sharp contrast to the individual John Kelly portraits, in which the similarities of pose, gaze, and lighting, conforming to the aesthetics of of a record company's publicity department, portray them as members of a band.

The seemingly casual pinboard aesthetic by which these informal photographs were arranged was determined primarily as a solution to crucial design issues (echoing his decision to order the collage for Swingeing London 67--poster as newspaper columns, with headline at top left).

The sheet had to be folded three times in order to be inserted into the square album sleeve, and this obliged Hamilton to approach it as 'a series of subsidiary compositions. The top right and left-hand square are front and back of the folder and and had to independently stand as well as be a double spread together. The bottom four squares can be read independently and as a group of four. They all mate together when opened up and used as wall decoration.'

The top left-hand panel is what is seen first, and it presents the songwriting duo of Lennon and McCartney. Lennon is shown in blue light, singing. The image has probably been taken from a television screen, and the attendant distortion and blue glow are unflattering.

The image of Lennon overlays the bottom right corner of an equally unusual portrait of McCartney in a bathtub, his head half submerged, soapy suds giving him a halo. Running beneath the two portraits is a fabricated contact strip that includes an image of Lennon in front of one of his wall drawings; the band in a recording session...in which they are, unusually, playing brass instruments; and a colour image from the recording of 'Hey Jude' (1968).

This sense of fragmentation, of hidden codes and messages, echoes both the 'guarded privacy and locked rooms' and the 'disturbing, dreamlike darkness' that have been identified in the album, inviting the fan to imagine the band members' private worlds, and hinting at the beginning of the band's disintegration.

The dominant image of the poster's top right panel, opposite Lennon and McCartney, is of George Harrison. This portrait casts him in a mystical, otherworldly and contemplative light, with the right side of his face obscured and out of focus....

There are very few collective photographs of the band: playing in recording sessions or in filmed concerts; with Harold Wilson after they had each received the MBE; and a sequence of them doing the 'business' as they re-sign their contract with EMI.

Instead, the poster emphasizes the individual activities of John, Paul, George and Ringo around the time of the collage. Starr is shown with his co-star from the film Candy (1968), Ewa Aulin, and also dancing with Liz Taylor (wife of his other co-star in the film, Richard Burton). Lennon is shown becoming the working-class hero. Yoko Ono appears just twice: in a self-portrait by Lennon of the naked couple, and in an image of a naked Lennon sitting cross-legged in bed talking on the phone, as its stretched cord cuts her out-of-focus head in two--cancelling her identity.

Of the band, it is McCartney who emerges as the poster's dominant figure. Hamilton has said how The Beatles contains 'arcane touches which only The Beatles' more intimate associates were likely to smile at,' and yet such details--such as the doubled image of a shut door or McCartney 'pole dancing' both naked and clothed--are not at the cost of the poster's legibility. At its centre is the reverse of a photograph, a gift to one of the band, bearing a lipstick imprint and a groupie's imploring words: 'I love you.'

In all this, Hamilton's fundamental aim for The Beatles was that it should reach a large audience and be as accessible as the cover design was remote. This was not a new subject for Hamilton. My Marilyn had already adopted, three years earlier, the motif of the publicity photograph and the manipulation of celebrity image as a subject. What is different here is Hamilton's direct participation in popular culture: The Beatles, like Swingeing London 67--poster, shows him not only constructing work with a subject that revolves around the manipulation and production of pop celebrity imagery, but also inserting these works into the mass circulation of popular culture.

--Andrew Wilson. Bold mine.

#the beatles #richard hamilton #robert fraser #Really interesting read of The White Album poster #'arcane touches which only the Beatles' more intimate associates were likely to smile at'? #The phone cord 'cancelling [Yoko's] identity? #Really great to have this context for Hamilton's work too

[multifamdomfan]

Hi, if requests are still open and if you still write for Hamilton could I request an imagine where the fem!reader was Alex’s wife, they met and fell in love during the Winter's ball. And, she first met him when she was in the war (dressed as a man) but Alex never knew it was her until he found out himself. And maybe has a near-death experience fighting in a duel for any reason you want. And years later, she maybe becomes a lawyer/statesman or whatever as long as she's not a housewife and she finds out Alex had an affair and she like goes to Laurens for comfort but he ends up confessing he has loved her since day one when they met at the Winter's ball but saw she was so much happier with Alex (and it's kind of like an Angelica situation.) and how he would have never if he knew that was what Alex was going to do to her. And finally, he asked her to be with him. Also, could you please make the reader Washington's adopted daughter? I know it's a lot but even if you don't do it, thank you for just reading it. I just kinda wanted a lot of angst followed by fluff but since I can't stand the thought of having been with some who cheated on me and didn't love me, could you please make Alex still love the reader but realize if he wanted her to be happy, he would have to let her go and as soon as the Reader is thinking "You know what? I should forgive." He just dies. I feel bad for the Reader, not gonna lie. Thank you again. <33

Prompts: "May I have this dance?" (Hamilton to Reader) "Shit, are you bleeding?!" (Hamilton to Reader) “You need to leave. Right now.” (Reader to Hamilton) “You need to let her go.” (Anyone who seems right to Hamilton) "Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?" (Laurens to Reader) But hey, it’s up to you, I'm just giving suggestions on what I was thinking.

Note: And yes, in my fantasy world, Laurens doesn't die and is still alive in Act II.

😮😍 I love this request! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I hope you don't mind but I'm turning this into a two part.

warning: angst,character death,cheating

Why does love hurt so much? Pt. 1

I was reading my book in my room when my dad, George Washington, knocked gently against the door. Well if you want to get technical he's my adoptive dad. My biological parents when I was young and was sent to the orphanage when George and his wife ,Martha, adopted me. I closed my book and put it down and called out "Come in!" When Dad came in I immediately knew that something was wrong. He was fiddling with his hands and his eyes cast down onto the floor looking frantic. "What is it father?"

"Y/N I need to tell you something," I looked at him curiously while Dad was looking like he was trying to find the right words to say. "There is really no way to say this but I'm going to go to war." He said this quickly and nervously watching to see how I'll react.I didn't respond, not at first I looked at him with a blank expression trying to comprehend what he just said.

"What?" He remained silent like he was waiting for me to tell, scream, or do something. "Let me come with you, I can help!"

"No! You're not coming, it's too dangerous."

"But you're going! You will be there to look after me and you taught me to use a gun since I was ten!"

"I won't always be there to look after you, I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. Just promise me that you won't follow me."

I sighed in defeat "I promise." Dad came up to me and hugged me. I hugged back thinking about how I lied to his face.

I put my hair that's now shoulder length and tied my hair up. I looked down at myself with my uniform on with bandages over my breast to flatten them out. I nodded at my reflection in approval before walking out of my tent. My dad found out that I was pretending to be a man to fight in the war immediately but he kept my secret.

I approached my friends Lafayette, Hercules, John, and Alexander. We became friends quickly, and no. They have no idea that I'm a woman and plan to keep it that way. There is one problem, I developed a crush on one of the four men. It's Alex, I couldn't help it. He's passionate, smart, and kind. "Hey James!" Hercules called over to me.

Yes James is the name that I chose because it was my biological dad's name. "Hi." I responded, lowering my voice and octive to keep from sounding too feminine. I sat next to Alexander and joined in on the conversation before we heard a loud noise. We all turned our heads to see what it was. It was the red coats, we sprung into action grabbing our guns.

There was death all around us with an overwhelming smell of blood but we had to keep moving I killed a couple men before they could kill me first. Then I was a man aiming for Alexander about to shoot, without thinking I shoved him out of the way and took the bullet. All I could hear was a distant yelling at the word "James!" He quickly rushed over and got in my field of vision. "Shit, you're bleeding."

"You need to leave. Right now." I responded not wanting him to find out. Alex ignored what I said and ripped my shirt off and saw the bandages being soaked with blood. He looked shocked at first but knew it wasn't the time to talk about it and used my shirt to apply pressure to the wound and rushed me to the medics.

#alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton x reader #hamilton x reader #hamilton musical #hercules #marquis de lafayette #john laurens #john laurens x reader #george washingdad #martha washington #george washington

[lvrcpid]

front stage center - modern!au

includes: fem!reader. implied neteyamxreader. implied aonungxreader. dad tsu’tey agenda. i had so much fun writing this. the play is hamilton btw.

imagine being in the school play with modern!avatar.

——————————————————————————————

in the beginning!

— you’re a theater kid!

— your schools annual play was hamilton this year

— you just needed more people to audition with you

— you were lowkey scared

— who else better to turn to than your friends

— lo’ak only did it because tsireya agreed off the bat

— neteyam said yes because he actually enjoyed watching the play on disney+

— you had to bribe ao’nung with a date

— kiri is behind the scenes (lights and stage hands)

— spider was in earshot and did it just to be around y’all

— rotxo did it cause he’s also in theater with you!

after auditions!

— lo’ak got the part of james madison and hercules mulligan

— tsireya got the part of angelica

— you got the part of eliza

— ao’nung got the part of thomas jefferson and lafayette

— neteyam got the part of hamilton??? (ooo yuh get it i guess)

— spider got phillip and laurens

— don’t play with spider that boy can SING.

— roxto GOT AARON BURR??

— ao’nung wanted hamilton but the theater teacher said he fit perfectly for thomas…genuinely think it’s cause of the curly hair… OH WELL

opening night

— why was your dad already tearing up???

— you didn’t even get on stage yet

— THE PARENTS GETTING FLOWERS FOR YOU GUYSSSS

— tuk having a special flower just for you

— jake probably gave her candy to hold her over since you guys were doing the whole show which was 2 HOURS LONG

— kiri is stressed out cause she’s literally doing all the work HERSELF

— well she made herself do all the work

— it’s her friends and her siblings for crying out loud

— neteyam and you practicing together

— ao’nung arguing with hair and makeup

— lo’ak and tsireya taking pics

— rotxo is PANICKING WITH KIRI FOR SOME REASON??

— the whole cast is either freaking out or creepily calm

during the show!

— neteyam definitely is going on broadway

— he was made for this???

— jake and neytiri are so PROUD OF HIM

— being shocked because it’s going really good just for act one

— ao’nung being salty cause you and him have no scenes together while you and neteyam LITERALLY GET MARRIED

— you singing your ass off during helpless and that would be enough

— no literally your mom had to bring tissues for your dad

— spider eating the girls up with his vocals

— lo’ak spicing it up with humor that goes off script a bit

— kiri smiling at all of you from backstage but probably still stressed out

— she ate with the stage hands though don’t play with her

— the audience loves it so why not

— tsireya definitely is made for this cause she portrays angelica so well ??

— it was a one night only show since it’s two hours long and y’all are kids…

— THE TURN OUT WAS GREAT

— the chemistry yall all had was to die for , you guys looked like naturals!

after the show!

— you guys all screaming like little girls cause y’all are so proud of yourselves

— neteyam got you flowers and hid them till after the show :(

— tonowari hugging ALL OF YOU

— bear hug anyone?

— tsu’tey still crying cause of who lives who dies who tells your story

— your mom handing you the flowers HE was supposed to give you

— lo’ak was still in character for like a week afterwards

— tsireya was so proud of herself and everyone that she made little gift bags for everyone

— she’s such a cutie i love her

— tuk probably fell asleep, not cause it was boring she actually really enjoyed seeing it , it was just past her bedtime LMAO

— AONUNG WANTS TO JOIN THEATER NOW.

— i can just see him actually having the time of his life on stage

— she was sad she missed it when she woke up

— kiri is probably so relieved that it’s over now she can go home and sleep

— you guys took a group picture that you all got framed the next day

— y’all went to dinner afterwards in your costumes since the theater director said y’all can keep them 🤭

#avatar #avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #awotw #jake sully x reader #kiri x reader #loak x reader #neytiri x reader #sully family x reader #aonung x reader #jake sully #tuk avatar #modern!avatar

[spectres-fulcrum]

I did finish binging the Alexander docuseries last night but by the end I had a migraine so I went to bed early and just hung out on my phone cause my mind was so not up for bed but it was the most light my head could handle(If I didn't move).

Overall, I did really enjoy it and I learned a lot. I didn't care much for the battles of Alexander in my fandom days, caring more for the relationships and people around him. I also just find imagining action pretty hard. I'm semi okay with Star Wars battles in space but I've like. grown up with them. They don't count. So I learned a lot about Alexander the tactician I think.

And I really did love the acted parts. Like can we get a full drama on Alexander, some TV network???? It could be SO LONG. Cause if there's one thing about Alexanders, they will never sastifyed. The Great, Hamilton, Claremont-Diaz, Kallus. Also: I hated the nicknames Heph and Alex(It's Phai and Xander thank you very much) but the stupid nickname Ptol grew on me. Ptol is so stupid but so cute. But I will never shut up about the lake make out scene cause it's so perfect and Phai giving Xander a place to be human and back out is so perfect.

I really did love the Persian parts too. It was great contrast, and perhaps happiness. Love between Stateira and Darius, luxury, Stateira's actions driven to protect her daughter in contrast to Phillip disowning Alexander when Alexander didn't like him siding with Attalus hoping his new wife would grant him a son, Barsine having to grow up so quickly. Memnon is always love for me and they did him very well. Darius deserved so much better than to be slain by a traitor. I could rant about Hephaestion being in Babylon after the death and how if that was accurate then in my fanfic where he and Drypetis fell in love during the Persian campagin then I could've used that for a good scene but it wasn't accurate so it was all hurt/no romantic comfort :(((((( And I'm kinda salty they changed that up not knowing what they were missing. But I'm not going to rant. (She had Bagoas though at least!)

I wanted so much more. Wanted Aristotle and the boys at Mieza and the flashbacks to taming Bucephalus(I cannot be bothered to check if that is the correct spelling) and more of the Persian royal family(Drypetis! Being strong during Stateira's death! Sisygambis!) and Bagoas and mentions of Phai being Xander's Patroclos and oh and Darius's brother and his daughter Amastris in the baggage train and more of the companions(Not including Leonnatus is a crime imo. Just cause I like Leonnatus).

Like I recognize they needed a small cast but also-a girl can dream. A girl can dream of what she was teased with. One day, maybe we'll get a proper series. *le sigh* I did really like that Lloyd historian guy too.

#alexander the making of a god #alexander the great #i'll probably do a meta post on phai and xander's relationship #overall very good #VERY salty at the post darius death in babylon scene #and them being nice about the barsine and mazeus engagements #that is what headcanons get you ya'll #Official stuff will be criticized for not adhering to stuff that doesn't exist outside your google drive

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Missile Target Missed

lando norris x oc, lewis hamilton x daughter!oc

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Lando's voice roars through the hospital waiting room, filled to the brim with F1 drivers. The entire grid, to be exact.

His target? Pierre Gasly, the man who he holds responsible for his pain. For her pain.

"Mon homme," Pierre tries to cool, holding his hands up in defense. "I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Didn't mean for it to happen?" Lando questions, voice like ice. "I listened to the radio calls! You knew a Redbull was right there and you were determined to get P1! No matter what!"

"I just thought it was Max, that I'd be knocking him down. I didn't think I'd be hitting Josette."

"And that's ok to you? Risking another driver's life? After everything?"

"Lando, I'm sure -"

"I don't want your reassurances Charles! He almost killed Jo! She's Lewis' daughter! The love of my life! The mother of my child!"

But he hadn't realized what he had said until it was too late.

The mother of my child.

"The what?" Oscar is the one to question, the youngest's eyes being wide.

Running a hand down his face, all he can do is sigh, tears rolling down his face as he looks up to seventeen of the nineteen people he spends every weekend with.

"We didn't know," Is all he cries, Max being to quick to catch the Brit as he crumbles. "She wouldn't have been racing if we knew. She was only a little late."

"Lando, you have to explain in full what's going on," Max requests gently, the normal teasing not present in his voice.

"Joss is pregnant," Lewis answers, reappearing with a nurse by his side, dismissing the woman with a thank you. "It's still early, six weeks according to the doctor. And she and baby Hamilton-Norris will be okay," he assures, tears still fresh on his face as he aims the last statement at Lando. "It's going to be okay, Kid."

In most situations, Lando wouldn't have done what he did next, but this was no normal situation. He got straight up and hugged Lewis, that man who had been hesitant to have Lando anywhere near his daughter, and he hugged the younger boy right back.

"Pops, why are you hugging Lando?" I can't help but ask, the nursing assistant stopping my wheelchair just outside the open area, all of the boys eyes on me, just like they were on my first day. Well, minus the dark blue cast on my arm.

"We're just happy you two are okay, my gorgeous girl," He assures, letting go of Lando and coming to me, thanking the nurse who clearly thinks he the best thing next to wine and kissing my forehead.

"Oh baby," Lan coos, giving me a look over that would typically leave me with goosebumps if he wasn't crying.

I know my body is bruised and battered. Crashing does that to a person. His arms wrap around me gently, his lips meeting the top of my head as he kneels to my level.

"I'm so glad you are okay," He whispers, holding me as tight as he dares.

"We're okay, really," I can't help but assure, the idea of being a we're still so foreign but so loved. "Although I don't think Horner will be thrilled with either of us."

"Like I could be mad at you," Horner's voice floats from the back of the room, and based on everyone's faces, no one had realized he had arrived. "However, you and I will be having a conversation Gasly," He adds, glancing at the man as he moves past him, arms wrapping around me in a hug. "Zak and I will have to chat about our orange and papaya baby."

Pierre. Dad mentioned that he had been the one to crash into me.

Because he thought I was Max.

But I can't help but laugh at Christian's little joke, imagining the hayday our social media admin are going to be in.

"You're going to be okay?" Oscar speaks up, him and Max coming to give me light hugs as well, Max ruffling my hair.

"I'll be okay, we'll be okay," I assure, moving to stand from the wheelchair with my father's help, Lan attempting to hold most of my body weight. "Obviously, today will be my last racing day of the season, but I'm still going to be in the paddock as much as possible. After healing of course," I assure, seeing the look Lando is giving me.

"Josette, I'm so-"

"Pierre, I'm not prepared to talk to you right now," I can't help but interrupt, "I know it wouldn't have been your fault, but if we had lost our baby... if I had died-"

"Josette Elizabeth Sienna Hamilton," Pops scolds, tears in his eyes at the thought. It's only ever just been us. And Roscoe and Coco.

"If I had died, my family, my love, and my fans would have blamed you, as well as the FIA. While I know that I don't, I could have lost everything today, because you decided to teach my best friend, my teammate, a lesson for being good at his passion."

"Jo-"

"Mate, I suggest you respect her wishes, because I am not as forgiving as my girl," Lan warns, a look I've never seen on his face.

"Lando," Oscar whispers on my behalf, clearly sensing my concern. "Why don't you get Josie and baby home, I'm sure some rest and relaxation will do them well on the plane."

"He's right my love," I whisper, pulling his hand. "Wheel me away, prince charming, I can't wheel this thing on my own."

"You're wish is my command, your majesty," He returns, pecking me once before looking to Pops, nodding for him to follow along.

"Wait, Lan," I can't help but pause, looking to the grid around the room. "Thank you boys for coming. It truly means the world."

"Anything for a friend," Is George's response, making me smile and nod, Lan directing me out the doors.

Six months later

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joss.hamilton testing, testing, one, two, three, is this thing working?

apologies for the months without posting, in the following to my crash six months ago, my and my family's lives were turned upside down.

bad news? i had broken my arm. good news that lan and i now have decided to announce? baby hamilton-norris will be making an appearance in the paddock in the 2025 season, as soon as he is born in december.

so there's the updates. i can not thank you all enough for your kind words, support, and love over the last few months. let us continue to heal and love each other <3

(picture credits to lan)

landonorris i can not believe life is real. thank you for making it so perfect

lewishamilton excited to rise to the title of grandpops in a few months <3

pierregasly beyond grateful to have been able to rebuild friendships. to you both and baby norris

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