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I guess I have a sweet spot for him. Also, the ending is awful. But as always, I hope you guys enjoy! It seemed everyone in New York wanted coffee this morning. You racked a hand through your hair, growing more agitated with every passing moment. You thought about not getting coffee but you were rather irritable without your daily dose of caffeine. So you stood impatiently, waiting for the line to advance. The line surged and the person from behind you knocked into you. He had his sleek black hair hanging down to his shoulders. His hair was a little messy, though not unmanaged.
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Requests are open! Requested by: pantasticalcat. He was currently sitting at the bar with John,Hercules and Lafayette watching you and Burr have a drink together. Lucky for you, Lafayette stopped him before he could. John rolled his eyes, listening you go on and on about another guy. Leaving everyone to look at him. And before you knew it they were in a full on screaming match. If he does…. After all you were wearing your wedding ring, making it obvious that you were off the market. The man quickly nodded and let Lafayette take his place.

Originally posted by purelintrash. Where Daveed loses his voice after a show and the reader had to take care of him? Thank you, I appreciate it. You pulled your coat closer around your body as you stepped outside into the winter snow, rushing to hail a taxi to take you to your workplace. You had been off of work and on holiday for a week, and were excited to get back to your job. You never understood how they could sustain enough energy for a two-hour show, let alone doing it eight times a week.

Nonetheless, every member made you feel apart of the Hamilton family. You jumped out of the taxi as it pulled up to the Richard Rogers theatre, thanking the driver and giving him some cash before hurrying into the heated venue. You looked up as you heard someone laugh at you shaking small bits of snow out of your hair.

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Fate, Luck, and Love. Is That One Yours? Naughty Girl. Originally posted by skinnybirch. You had married George about a year ago. For a while, your life was bliss. You loved each other, and that was all that mattered. You were born and raised a commoner. Obviously, your courtship and marriage had caused quite a fuss, particularly within certain elitist circles, but George quickly ordered them to quieten their mouths. Only, recently, the gossip had started up again. Maybe you had broken some kind of etiquette?

Maybe you had offended someone? All you knew was that it was back, and worse than ever. They accused you of sorcery, bewitching the king and clouding his judgement. Every word pierced your heart. They attacked one of your worst insecurities. You just tried your hardest and hoped for the best. After saying it out loud, it seemed like everything came crashing down. What if they were right?

What if you were a burden - useless to George and the country? What if he hates you? What if it was all pity and he never truly loved you? You found yourself encapsulated by his arms. He cradled you close, with your head resting on his chest, his slightly musky scent tickling your nose. This was the feeling of safety, of warmth. The feeling of home. He just held you there in a protective cocoon. I ju-just.

He held you tighter. You managed to pull away this time, avoiding his eye contact and mumbling some sort of excuse. He put his thumb under your chin, lifting it so that your eyes met.

You stared into his captivating blue eyes, a feeling of guilt bubbling up. His eyes softened. At this, he stole a sweet kiss. Your voice wavered and you lost the courage to go on. You told him everything you had heard. Every last insult, mean comment and snide remark. Please, speak to me next time. He smiled as you blushed prettily under his intense gaze. What do those people know?

Then, upon the realisation that it was his subjects that caused this, his gaze hardened and sparked with anger. I will execute them immediately! Drop it. Yes, their words hurt. Yes, they were horrible and uncalled for, but it was just gossip. Nothing more, nothing less. Just let it go, for me? For you, my sweet, I give my word. Prompt: broooooo i love your writing with all my heart!! Being in the ensemble was tough, like, ridiculously tough. It was essentially non-stop jumps, kicks and spins for two and a half hours, 8 shows a week. The cast and crew of Hamilton were incredible though, and made the pros of the experience outweigh any cons by far.

It was a two show day, and you were standing just inside the wings of the theatre ready to twirl your way onto the stage for the last song of the show. You bent over and gently kneaded the back of your calf with your fist, trying to stop the dull ache that had been slowly taking over since the Yorktown number. It was annoying, nonetheless, but you straightened up and lightly shook your body out before walking out to finish the first show of the two shows.

The crowd, as always, erupted into a standing ovation as you held hands with Jazzy on one side and Sasha on the other, standing upright up from your last bow and heading off stage. You congratulated everyone on a good show and made your way to your dressing room to stretch, letting one leg extend in front and the other behind, lowing yourself into the split, resting your stomach on your thigh and forehead on your knee.

You heard the door creak open from its ajar position before a booming voice floated into the room. You unfolded from your stretch to see what had taken him aback. I would honestly mean so much. Feedback would also be greatly appreciated, let me know what you thought!!

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