#hamilton songfic

[revelationschapter6]

His eyes met John’s - brown trapped brown as he squinted against the sun. Though he didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to see any doubt on his son’s face, wanted his boy not to regret what he was about to do, to see it as a necessary evil, something that must be done, to not wake up screaming, to not see him fall every time he closed his eyes, to not have his mind wander to “What if”s every time he lingered for even a moment,

a Red Dead Redemption songfic fanfic from Dutch's POV

warnings: implied character death, past character death

[ineedtherapydesperately]

I'M BACK ON MY SONG FIC PROMPT THINGO BULLSHIT 🫶

dear theodosia ella thoughts inspired by the idea @strugglingsapphic added to my crack hamilton post :D

the theodosia part is dedicated to chloe purely so ella sings "loOK aT mY sON" at chad. this is canon and I don't make the rules. ( @bigmilk-13 please make it a presidential decree or smth)

*father's name

but like ughhh chloe is ella's BABY, her little pumpkin, and ella will do ANYTHING to keep her from witnessing the horrors of the real world. every time chloe cries, ella can feel her heart break a little more. she'll make sure that her little chloe NEVER has to want for anything, that she NEVER has to experience the way ella grew up. and if chloe ends up a little too spoiled, a little too opinionated, well, that's okay—as long as she doesn't have to face a dark and lonely and cold world. as long as she has people around her who love her for who she is, who support her and who would never abandon her.

ella does it for chloe, maybe a little bit for herself, but also for bridget—bridget, her once bright star and first love, the one who grew cold and callous and jaded because she was betrayed one too many times, and it's all ella's fault goddamnit. but she can't change the past, so she'll make sure that history isn't repeated through her daughter. for bridget.

domestic life really never was ella's style, not with the way she grew up. she hates it, hates the false pretense of 'family', she hates the pain, the terror and the utter helplessness she was made to suffer through daily. but for chad, for chloe, ella is willing to put her reservations aside. she's willing to be as domestic as it gets, to be the mother she never had. and, well, if her thoughts sometimes stray to a younger bridget, crying in ella's arms after another harsh few days spent with the queen of hearts, well, nobody needs to know. but know this. ella vows to be a better mother than the ones she saw growing up.

and god, whenever ella sees chloe smile?? she falls apart, overwhelmed by the love and protectiveness she feels. this is who she's fighting for, this is who she's protecting from the world. this is her little girl, her baby, and she will always fight to protect that smile. ella thinks back on her younger self, so determined to avoid domesticity and family and commitment. she was so stupid, back then. she won't make the same mistakes again. she can't make the same mistakes again.

ella and chad feels 🫶

this is ella's firstborn, her first attempt at breaking the cycle. chad is ella's everything, her little prince, her baby boy. every time she looks at him, she can only feel an immense surge of pride—something stronger than pride, even. he's so charming, that chad, even as just a mere baby. every smile, every giggle, undoes ella and she's so, so enchanted with her baby.

she's going to give him everything she possibly can, all the opportunities she missed out on growing up. the friends, the food, the money, the material goods—anything and everything. chad will NEVER be left wanting for anything, he'll always be warm and well fed and have a place to sleep. ella vows this. and if he ends up growing up a bit too spoiled, like all the royalty she hated back in the merlin academy? ella ignores it, because he deserves the chance to just be normal and have a normal childhood, without the pressure of anything else. because chad is the crown prince, and ella has seen first hand what that pressure can do to someone. ella has seen just what happens when someone succumbs it, and she has seen the ramifications of not having someone to lean on when it happens. so ella makes sure that chad has a strong support system, because this is her damn son and she's going to make sure that history never repeats itself again.

daddy issues!! (no but fr a few days ago I very loudly whispered 'daddy issues' during the part in hamilton when he says 'don't call me son!' the silence was palpable and I'm still embarrassed bc it wasn't supposed to come out that loudly)

but wow, look at ella go, breaking the cycle once again! she'll always be there for her babies, because she grew up lost, with an absent father who was never there when she needed him the most. ella refuses to let this be reality for her children, and if she has to break into the council room to steal christopher from the meeting so that he can say goodnight to their babies and tuck them into bed with her, she fucking will. the council is used to it by now, and are no longer offended—it's hard to be, when christopher drops his charming demeanour and threatens the first and last person to complain about ella, at sword point. he leaves a small, barely noticeable but definitely present scar as a reminder.

and sometimes ella sits in on those very meetings as well, because she's determined to change the very foundation of cinderellasburg, to keep her children safe, to make sure that nobody else ever has to grow up like she did. and the council doesn't protest, which probably has nothing to do with the way christopher casually twirls a dagger between his fingers, eyeing each and every one of them with a pleasant smile and a threatening gleam in his eyes. and ella can't help but feel a bit bittersweet, because finally, she's changing the system, the way she and bridget had always dreamt about back in the merlin academy. but there is no bridget by her side, not anymore. and ella can't blame her for that.

chad and chloe are the new blood, the next generation. the united states of auradon has been around only slightly longer than they've been alive—it's literally a new nation, and they're the future leaders. ella will make sure that she hands down a good kingdom to them, and if she has to bleed for it, she doesn't care. if she has to die for it, so be it. cinderellasburg will uphold it's damn morals and convictions, even if it's the last thing she ever does. because her children, her little prince and her little pumpkin, deserve nothing less. she raises them to be good people, to have strong morals, to always, always, do good.

which is why ella refuses to kneel. she holds her head high, and accepts the face of death, staring the consequences of her mistakes and inaction in the eyes, and she does it for her children. for chad and chloe. for chloe and chad.

this accidentally turned too angsty but I just had to slip in some bridgella oops 🎀 doomed wlw you have my heart

this has been marinating in my drafts for several days now I have so many songs in my drafts but none of them are comprehensible so. they might get released in the future who knows

edit bc i forgot auradon prep didn't exist yet :D if you came from a repost mb g

[betterthanyalls]

Ok this is a songfic of Toon Quest to the song First Burn. This is my very first fic that’s intended to be good, so I am very sorry if it is bad. The plot is that Y/n is singing/speaking(however you want it) to Cuphead after uhhhh i won't spoil it lol.

Oh also this “testing” is the song lyrics.

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I saved every letter you wrote me…

Y/n stood silently in the empty bedroom that Lucy had given to them when they first entered Welkin.

From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. You said you were mine. I thought you were mine…

The distorted words and static from the radio that was held in her fist filled the quiet room.

Do you know what Angelica said when I told her what you had done?

The doors to the room opened, revealing Cuphead. He noticed Y/n standing in the room alone with her back turned to him. “Heya Doll! What’s goin’ on?” He asked as he walked towards Y/n.

She said “You’ve married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”

“Don’t take another step in my direction.” Y/n hissed. She kept her body facing away from him, she didn’t want him to see the tears in her eyes. “You can’t be trusted around me.”

Cuphead looked at her, confused. “Doll, I don’t understand-” He was cut off by Y/n.

“Don’t think you can talk your way into my arms. Into my arms.” She held up the radio for Cuphead to see. The words ‘Location tracked.’ were visible on the device screen. Static came through the radio and the faint voice of Abel could be heard. “We-.…way-….there-…” Cuphead was at a loss for words, Y/n wasn’t supposed to have found the tracker.

I’m burning the letters you wrote me.

“You can stand over there if you want. I don’t know who you are. I have so much to learn.” Y/n’s voice cracked as she spoke and tears fell from her eyes. Cuphead was frozen in fear and worry.

I’m re-reading your letters and watching them burn(burn)

You published the letters she wrote you. You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed.

“I trusted you. You told them where we are, you betrayed everyone by putting us in life or death danger.” Y/n seethed, anger festering in her sadness. Cuphead stood silent, unsure of what to say or do.

In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives.

“Panchito had told me ‘He is part of some scheme’. I let go of those whispers only for your betrayal to scream.”

I know about whispers. I see how you look at my sister.

“Y/n….It’s not what you think it is.” Cuphead tried to make an excuse.

“Don’t. I’m not naive. I have seen how you act around us. I fell for your charm. All your charm.” Y/n answered quickly with a sour tone.

“I’m erasing myself from the prophecy. Let future heroes wonder how Y/n reacted when you broke her trust.” Y/n’s voice softened but then went back to rigid. “You have torn it all away! Stand back watch it burn! Just watch my trust burn!” In her anger, she threw the device to the ground at full force. Causing it to shatter into millions of pieces.

Y/n then turned to look at Cuphead and go face to face with him. A glare decorating Y/n’s features. “And when the time comes, explain to the others. The pain and embarrassment you put their best friend through!”

“When will you learn that they are your legacy?! We are your legacy!” Y/n screamed to him, rage filled her expression. “If you thought you were mine!!”

Cuphead tried to reach out gently to Y/n but she grabbed his wrist before he could move his hand any closer. She glared at him with tears staining her cheeks. “Don’t!”

Then the doors to the room opened once more, revealing the rest of their friends.

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Well that’s that! Thank you for reading!! I’m so sorry if this was bad, it was my first ever song fic and my first fic that I tried good at lmao! I’m always open for prompts to try out!! Byeee ilyyyy/p!!

[conjectureand-gloom]

OMG no rush at ALL bestie, but if you're still taking requests, any taylor swift inspired fic would be amazing. i stand by 'the great war' being one of my fav fics of yours EVER. and i think we're all obsessed with ms. swift right now bc of her tour (she's literally so stunning and talented like??? she's quite literally the loml)

ANYWAY, YOU ONLY HAVE TO WRITE THIS IF YOU FEEL LIKE ITTTT!! LOVE YA!!

omgggg i have been obsessing over taylor lately bc of her tour. and yes i am still taking requests! i swear i’m getting to your previous request…

anyway, i enjoyed this so much! i’m sorry for doing lams again, i swear i wanted to do hamburr or jamilton but taylor’s songs fit lams better than hamburr or jamilton… but im writing a hamburr longfic rn, so hamburr content is coming soon!

this fic will have more chapters, so there will be more than just this one!!

anyway, tysm for the request, love ya!

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Hi!

I wanted to know if there was like a fanfiction based on "Helpless" from Hamilton?

this is the only one I could find

Helpless (ao3) - phantastic_ships

Summary: (Hamilton/Phan Fusion)

- Tori

[orgasming-caterpillar]

And It's Too Cold//It's Too Cold

Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg | Angst | Smut | 1695 words | on ao3 | in Google Docs

Songfic Based On: Sweater Weather, The NBHF

Nico was in the cooldown room when it happened. Towel in hand, he was wiping the cold droplets trickling down his torso when Lewis burst open the door. (They didn't even use the cooldown room at the same time anymore.)

“Nico.”

The name left his teammate's mouth for the first time in weeks. Nico's throat didn't have to tighten like that— he wasn't going to speak anyway.

“I need to talk to you,” Lewis said, something desperate in his voice that Nico wasn't sure was real.

All I am is a man

Nico’s words were careful, deliberately stern. “What do you want, Lewis?”

I want the world in my hands

“To talk to you- about the race.” Abu Dhabi. 2016. “You won. Congratulations. I still won the championship.”

That seemed to snap something inside Lewis. In a swift motion, he lunged at Nico. But his childhood friend was much too familiar with his tactics, he knew about his speedy attacks and had swift reflexes to match. All those teenage years spent wrestling on hotel beds weren't for nothing.

“I don't fucking care!” Lewis shouted, his collar grasped in Nico's hands, Nico pushed all up against the wall. “I don't fucking care that I won the race!”

“You seemed to care a fuck lot about it on the track, mate,” Nico spat.

Lewis jerked his shoulders, hitting his head on the wall in the process. “Why can't you see, Nico?! Why can't you understand? I can't take this anymore.”

I hate the beach

But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

“Take what, Lewis? Because all I've been doing this year is take and take and fucking take. You haven't taken shit compared to what you've put me through.” His eyes were burning now. He needed Lewis out of here.

“I can't take this— you pretending I don't exist. I will take the accidents and the crashes and the goddamn fistfights, but I can't,” —his voice broke, eyes welling up, and Nico had the urge to wipe them before any tears fell— “I can't take this, Nico.”

Use the sleeves of my sweater

“You really think you're the only one suffering? How self centred, how typical of you, Lewis.”

Let's have an adventure

“...What?”

“You think this doesn't hurt me? this non stop fighting and competition, and never making up? Open your fucking eyes. I don't like this any more than you do.”

Lewis' hands dropped from his shoulders, chest heaving. The air between them was electric, too dangerous to breathe in.

Head in the clouds but my gravity centered

“Then why do you do it?” It was the smallest voice Nico had ever heard.

Because it's better than admitting the truth. Because it has less consequences than saying 'I love you.' “Because you started it.”

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

Dark eyes trailed from his wet hair to the damn skin of his torso, not in a lewd way, but like a man recalling all that he has to lose. When he looked back up, there was a hope in his eyes that Nico couldn't bear looking at. “And will you stop if I stop?”

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

This was a terrible idea from the beginning. The Karting, the trip to Greece, the ride-or-die friendship, all of it— terrible.

Oh, she knows what I think about

“Stop fucking thinking so much, Nico, it can't get worse than this.”

It really couldn't.

And what I think about

The answer came in the form of a desperate hand grabbing the back of Lewis’ head to bring him closer.

It was a gunshot, the way their lips met each other's. It was the sweet shock of love after a lifetime of yearning. It was like their first sip of too-strong whiskey at fourteen, knowing they've crossed a line they can never go back to.

One love, two mouths

Lewis’ surprise melted into eagerness in a split second. Nico tilted his head and grabbed his bicep. Lewis had grabbed Nico's face with both hands like he was something dear and precious.

It really was a terrible idea, and nothing could ever fix it; but if they were going to burn they'd go down singing in the flames.

One love, one house

“Take off your shirt,” he grunted. Lewis obeyed.

Smooth brown skin burned under Nico's freezing palms. He grabbed a handful of the pecs, moaning into the kiss.

No shirt, no blouse

“Is this—” Lewis pushed him away. God give him dignity, Nico almost whined. “Is this a confession thing? Or a goodbye thing? Because I have no idea what I'll do with a goodbye fuck.”

Just us, you find out

Nico had no idea either. He didn't want to leave Lewis. But for now, the only thing on his mind was the throbbing heart under his hand. They were here. ‘Leaving’ seemed like something out of a hazy dream. “I don't know.”

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

Lewis had this look on his face— like he wanted to run away but his feet wouldn't take him. Nico wanted to tell him that there was nothing he could have done to change anything. There was nothing that could have ended up with them anywhere other than where they are. He didn't say anything.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

“Do you really? Or is this another game?” Yes, Nico wanted to yell. He knew what Hamilton was asking. 'Do you really love me?’ and he wanted to yell, Yes, yes, yes. I do love you. I do. I'm sorry. All he could do was nod.

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Lewis put a hand on his cheek, kissing him again. Only this time it was so much more gentle, yet hurt so much more. Somewhere in his subconscious Lewis seemed to have realised that this was probably the first and last time they will ever do this; and he did it like he wanted to remember.

And if I may just take your breath away

There was so much Nico wanted to say, and he couldn't say any of it. He wanted to scream.

We will never be the same again, he wanted to say. I will never love another like you. A moan. You've destroyed all that I was. A sigh. Do not destroy what I am. Hands caressed his body, so soft it was painful. Build me a pyre, and I'll still whisper your name as I burn. A prayer. I love y—

“How do you want this?” Lewis whispered, hands working him out of his pants.

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Nico grabbed his shoulders, using the stability of Lewis’ hands on his thighs to wrap his legs around his waist. He relished in the way Lewis groaned, he would never hear it ever again.

Sometimes the silence guides a mind

To move to a place so far away

Lewis was gentle, so gentle. They both loved like an ocean. With Nico it was a tsunami; desire coursing through his veins as he groped, wrecked, swallowed everything that came in his way. And with Lewis it was this; sweet, gentle and relentless like moonlit waves in the darkest hours of the night. What choice did either have but to drown?

The goosebumps start to raise

“More,” he whimpered, arching his back against the wall. The soft gaze with which Lewis was watching him was more violent than any fistfight they've ever had.

And then I watch your face

Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah

It hurt— even with how tender Lewis was being. Maybe more so because of that. He harshened the pace at Nico's request, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Their hearts beat in sync, thudding against the ribcages pressed together.

These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for

Strangling begins with holding. Cannibalism begins with a kiss. They both bring grief and hurt and madness; what is love if not just tender violence?

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

He reached the peak of his pleasure first, spilling onto their abdomens. Lewis followed right after.

Coming down

One love, two mouths

They stayed like that for a while; chests heaving, foreheads pressed together, hearts broken like the promises they made at fourteen.

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

“Don't leave me, Nico.”

Just us, you find out

Why do you speak to me and why do I try to understand? he thought. We no longer speak the same language.

Not a word was uttered.

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no

“We can fix this.” That damned hope.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

“Put me down,” was what Nico chose to say. Lewis did, searching his face desperately for an answer.

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Nico picked his pants off the floor, pulling them on without another word. Lewis spared them both the pain and stayed silent as well.

'Cause it's too cold for you here

He was wiping his torso with a spare towel when Lewis finally spoke.

“You promised, Nico.”

Nico looked at him, no longer caring about the wet streaks on his cheeks. “We made a lot of stupid promises.”

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“You said we'd race together. Forever. You said you wouldn't race without me. Then why should I?”

Wasn't forever such a sweet lie? It wasn't nearly as long as people thought it was.

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“I'm leaving racing for good, Lewis.”

And it's too cold, it's too cold

Lewis was silent for what seemed like hours. “I love you.”

With a single whispered phrase, Nico shut the door behind him. “It'll pass.”

The holes of my sweater…

[starboyshoyo]

That Would Be Enough

Curtain Call: a songfic event

Song: That Would Be Enough from Hamilton

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x fem!reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: hurt comfort

Warnings: Talk of war and battlefields, reader is afab, pregnancy

You remind Lilia of all the things he’s fighting for.

“Lilia?” You say softly into the dim light of the room. He’s sitting on the bed, staring at nothing.

“Lost the battle,” he says gruffly. “Briar Valley’s territory is shrinking.” He falls backwards onto the sheets. “The Draconias are putting some harsh pressure on us to turn the tide before the people lose hope.”

You’re at a loss. Lilia has seen things on the battlefield that you could never even dream of. “I’m just glad you’re home safe,” you say at last.

He shakes his head. “There’s so much death around us now. How am I supposed to give them hope if I don’t have any of my own? I don’t even know why I’m fighting anymore.”

“I do,” you respond.

Lilia looks at you quizzically. “Really? What is it, then?”

“Give me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.”

Lilia lets you take his calloused palms in his, sliding them under your shirt until he feels a firm roundness that definitely wasn’t there when he left for the front lines a few months ago.

His eyes go wide. “No way.”

“Yes way,” you laugh, “We’re having a baby. That’s what you’re fighting for, Lilia. A future for me, and for them.”

The darkness in his eyes dissipates, replaced by a faint light. It’s weak, but it’s there- the beginnings of hope.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[dear-tortured-adam]

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 .ᐟ

fandom: obey me! swd | contains: x gn!reader content, a mix of canon and musical aus, songfics? songfics!

⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 — salute! this is my first october anthology event that i'm hosting. while not part of the usual flufftober, whumptober, or even kinktober, i thought about writing a collection of works based on one of my greatest passions. and what's that? musicals and theatre!

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this event will be tagged as: !! [🎭] tick tick boom!

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍. . .

OCTOBER 4TH 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 | SOLOMON - cast: reader as calypso, solomon as odysseus ↳ epic the musical au, greek myths reimagined, angst, cw: talks of death & grief

"now 'til the end of time, from here on out, you're mine, all mine."

OCTOBER 8TH 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 | MAMMON - cast: reader as sandy, mammon as danny ↳ canon au, fluff, crack/humor

"you better shape up 'cause I need a man; and my heart's set on you."

OCTOBER 11TH 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 | LUCIFER - cast: reader as christine, lucifer as the phantom ↳ phantom of the opera au, angst

"say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime. lead me, save me from my solitude."

OCTOBER 15TH 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 | BELPHEGOR - cast: reader as eliza, belphegor as alexander ↳ hamilton au, angst, cw: talks of death & grief

"forgiveness, can you imagine?"

OCTOBER 18TH 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | SATAN - cast: reader as aaron, satan as cady ↳ mean girls au, fluff, crack/humor

"i didn't get it, somehow smart with math but stupid with love."

OCTOBER 22ND 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 | SATAN - cast: reader as veronica, satan as jd ↳ heathers au, drama, cw: blood & injury

"hey, mister no-name kid, so who might you be?"

OCTOBER 27TH 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 | LEVIATHAN - cast: reader as christine, leviathan as jeremy ↳ canon au, fluff, henry is the squip

"i guess a part of me likes to sit with you. i guess a part of me likes to, who knew?"

OCTOBER 31ST 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬 | DIAVOLO - cast: reader as evan, diavolo as zoe ↳ canon au, fluff, slight angst

"you don't have to convince me, you don't have to be scared you're not enough."

. . . 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐍𝐘𝐂 .ᐟ

updated as of 09/ 17/ 2024 | check out my masterlist!

[anthonys237thfreckle]

So UHM, I literally can’t think of anything to actually request so I’m gonna dump a bunch of prompts to be used for any of Anthony Ramos characters or him! 99% of them are SFW but there’s like one that’s not and some of them could be implied that way.

“Ah, that feels good”

“Be gentle with me”

“Touch me, I don’t care how. I just need to feel something.”

“We can’t keep meeting like this”

“Oh? Does that turn you on?”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you”

Cold sheets/Bedding, Warm skin

No heat in the truck

Classic, only one bed

Accidentally biting hit lip while kissing

needy kisses whenever people aren’t around

Hidden love

GOOD OLD FASION forced proximity

Fake dating prompts

my ex just showed up with their new partner and I don’t want them to win this breakup

our PR managers think it’d be a great idea if we run the story that we fell in love while acting on the set of a movie and I need the good press (this would be so perf for twisters set)

there’s a rumour going around that I made up the fact that we slept together and I’m ‘pathetic’ so you show up to kiss me in front of everyone

they wouldn’t let me visit you in the hospital room unless I was family so I told them we're married (This and Javi OMG)

whoever sent me this request is getting the most toe curling fics ever.

(i love you lets be friends)

but anyway! here are my plans for it because im super busy this and next week! i’ll try my best to write since i’ve got some drafts to finish too lol.

anyway this rly inspired an anthony in his hamilton era x f reader series, so ima write that.

i’ve been requested this javi smut so i’ll deffff try and incorporate some prompts

alsooo anthony in his twisters era fic frfr AND im almost done part two of the Laufey songfic for javi.

keep your eyes (and legs) open!!!

[luxaryllis]

It's Quiet Uptown

Note: Okay, I know I have a bunch of requests in my inbox, and I'm so sorry BUT!! I got into a Hamilton phase and now, you all are gonna have to bear with it with a songfic.

Also, for the sake of this fic (and for my convenience), I'll refer to Vil's father as his stage name, Eric.

This takes place at the first alternate ending of my Vil's Younger Sibling fic. Find that here, but it's part of a series, so keep that in mind!

(tagging: @dr3amscap3)

Warning/s: Angst no fluff, Death, Slight spoilers for Chapter 6, Canon divergence, Spoilers for Chapter 5, My attempts to change some lyrics to fit the situation

Vil's fingers press on the piano keys, his hands already knowing the notes and chords of every part of the song. Every cue to step on the pedal. From his posture to the elegance of his fingers, nobody would have thought that Vil was grieving.

There are moments that the words don't reach

There is suffering too terrible to name...

It had become almost habitual at this point, keeping up a mask to hide his true emotions. It was a skill actors and models always had to have, after all.

He just has to look perfect. No emotion, not even a flicker, not even the tiniest amount of weakness must be shown. Nothing must be out of place.

He is perfect. He needs to be perfect. He is fine. He's moved on. His past is behind him. He needs nothing else, no one else.

He is whole...

The door opens, a small creak and a set of footsteps signifying the entrance of someone. Weary and puffy purple eyes look at Vil as he plays the piano. The sight was normal all the time, but Eric can't help but feel that something was missing.

In the Schoenheit household, the sound of piano chords was always accompanied with the sound of violin strings. Vil and his younger sibling would always be playing music together. And Eric loved coming home to hear the sounds his children would make together.

But [Name] wasn't here. They no longer are here, and perhaps that is why the sound of the piano on its own never felt right. The violin in the corner of the room is untouched, left in its case all in the back of the room.

Eric walks closer to Vil and the piano, listening and lightly humming along with the music. The two stop for a moment, expecting a certain violinist play a wrong note or add a new melody. [Name] always changed the line, they changed the melody every time.

But there was nothing. Just silence.

Vil buries his face in his father's chest, his tears soiling Eric's dress shirt, but the man couldn't care less. Eric pats his son's back, running a hand through his hair in the hopes of soothing his eldest son.

You hold your child as tight as you can

And push away the unimaginable

Eric doesn't cry. He can't cry. Not right now, when Vil need him to be strong. It tires him to cry, but it tires him even more having to acknowledge the truth every day.

There are moments when you're in so deep

It feels easier to just swim down

...

The Schoenheits give up their crown

And learn to live with the unimaginable

Vil heaves a sigh as he walks around town. Eric had pushed him to take a stroll, perhaps to try taking his mind off of everything. Eric had a waver to his voice that made Vil know that his father only made him go out the house so the man could cry on his own.

I spend hours in the garden

I walk alone to the store

The hustle and bustle of the town was normal, everyone was living their lives. The townspeople had gotten used to having the Schoenheit family just nearby, and mostly left them unbothered. It was a slow and silent day, to Vil at least.

From one of the houses nearby, a certain wolf beastman looks out the window, seeing the model walk past. Jack can't help but frown a bit, watching how Vil walks and stands tall, but his eyes have a faraway look to them.

And it's quiet uptown

I never liked the quiet before

Vil plops down a bouquet of [Name]'s favorite flowers by the tombstone, taking a clean rag and wipes the grave meticulously. There was barely any dust or dirt on it, thanks to Vil's weekly visits, but he couldn't stop himself.

I visit their grave on Sunday

Placing some flowers on the floor

At the very least, Vil could still pamper his younger sibling the best he can. The actor blinks multiple times, the tears in his eyes making it hard to see his surroundings properly. A Purple Emperor butterfly lands on the flowers on the floor, resting its wings.

...

And I pray

That never used to happen before

Vil sighs, burying his hands in his pockets, burying the lower part of his face behind his scarf. He mumbles to himself, whispering apologies and reminiscing memories of [Name]. Vil can't help but manage a pathetic chuckle. He would always scold them for mumbling and hiding their face.

If you see him in the street,

Walking by himself, talking to himself,

Have pity

Vil always told [Name] to be proud of who they are.

But Vil can't even follow his own advice, for once. Not when guilt and self-blame eats him up on the inside.

"[Name], you wouldn't like things right now, it's too quiet right now..."

He is working through the unimaginable

...

Eric walks through the city, trying to ignore the press and paparazzi following him incessantly. The man, for the first time in what feels like the longest time, wishes he had bodyguards with him or that he had simply not gone out at all.

His hair has gone grey, he passes every day

They say he walks the length of the city

But he knew that he had to leave the house. If he hadn't, then he would have been stuck in his youngest child's room, looking through every picture for the millionth time that day.

He looks across the street, seeing a father lifting up his daughter, a proud smile on his face as he plays around with his children, his wife laughing and taking pictures of the moment. Eric feels a pang in his heart, wishing that family nothing but happiness.

Eric remembers the first time he held Vil, the first time he saw [Name]. He remembers his children's first words, their first steps, he wouldn't even need a photograph or a video to remember it. When he saw [Name] smile for the first time, Eric remembers his exact words and thoughts in that moment:

"You knock me out, I fall apart"

Can you imagine?

...

"Look at where we are, look at where we started." Rook places a hand on Vil's shoulder, looking at him in concern.

Vil looks back at him, keeping back his emotion. He must be perfect, and not a single speck out of place. But the hunter could see and hear very clearly, how Vil was clearly too stressed for anything. It was a wonder how the dorm leader could handle going back to school like this.

"The students don't deserve me, Rook-" Rook shakes his head and gently shushes Vil. He can't bear seeing his Roi du Poison so anguished, but knows that there isn't much he can do. Despite this, he tries anyway.

"Shh, hear me out, that would be enough."

Vil huffs and shakes his head in return, his thoughts spiraling back to the VDC tournament. His foolish decisions that led to his sibling's death.

"If I could spare their life... if I could trade their life for mine..."

Vil trails off and glances at Epel, who was despondently playing with his food. Normally, Vil would have scolded the first year for doing so, but he didn't have the heart nor the energy to do so.

Rook sighs and makes Vil face him, holding him by the shoulders, trying to comfort his friend.

They'd be standing here right now, and they would smile

And that would be enough.

"I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing. I know there's no replacing what was lost, and you need time."

"But don't be afraid, you'll know when you're ready. Just let me stay here by your side. That would be enough."

...

Vil briskly walks over to Epel, who was going back to the dorm from club time. The dorm leader had been trying to talk to the first year for a while, but it's been hard getting Epel to speak or even look at Vil for more than three seconds.

If you see him in the street

Talking by his side, walking by his side

Have pity

"Epel, do you like it right now? It's quiet right now.."

He is trying to do the unimaginable

But Epel ignores him, walking faster and faster until he starts running to the mirror, leaving Vil alone in the hallway.

...

Epel walks as Vil tries to catch up with him. The first year's blue eyes gaze at the wall and the floor like it was the most interesting in the world. He can't bear looking at his dorm leader.

See them walking in the hall, staring at the wall

Taking in the glances full of pity

Not when Vil looked so much like [Name]. Not when looking at Vil reminds Epel of the friend he lost too quickly.

Then a butterfly flutters nearby, and Epel glances at it. His meemaw always told him that butterflies symbolized the dead, and he tears up. He could hear [Name]'s laugh from when they messed around when [Name] was staying in his house. And then he heard their scream, when the rubble fell down and crushed them under it.

Epel stops walking, his gaze distant but fixated on the butterfly fluttering around him. Vil takes this as a chance to try speaking to Epel, but the first year beats him to it.

"Look around, look around, [Name]..."

It was an absent-minded murmur on Epel's part, but it brought Vil to tears as well. The two didn't speak, only stood next to each other, watching the butterfly land on an apple tree, eating an apple that fell to the ground.

They are trying to do the unimaginable

...

Every class he goes to, Vil always notices the Purple Emperor butterfly following him. Some of the other students have pointed it out, Rook especially. The hunter would say that [Name] was always watching over him.

There are moments that the words don't reach

There's a grace too powerful to name

But Vil won't believe it ⸺ he can't believe it, rather. Why would [Name] watch over Vil, of all people? It was a foolish thought, after all. Vil was the reason why [Name] died. So why would they follow him when they could simply rest in the peace that reached them too soon?

We push away what we can never understand

We push away the unimaginable

...

Vil watches [Name] as they play with the butterflies that float around them. The younger Schoenheit had a ghost of a smile on their face as the beautiful insects fluttered about them. And Vil eyes the scene with wide, unbelieving eyes.

They are standing in the garden

Vil by [Name]'s side

The older Schoenheit slowly walks over, hesitantly approaching his younger sibling, who was acting like nothing had happened. Like it was all a dream.

As though sensing their older brother's presence, [Name] turns around, the small smile on their lips still there. And they do something Vil never thought was possible.

They take his hand...

[Name] opens their mouth to speak, looking up at Vil with a sad, accepting smile.

"It's quiet uptown."

Vil's eyes widen and the dam of emotion is released once again. He falls down to his knees, clenching his eyes closed as tears run down his cheeks, ruining his makeup. Gently squeezing his younger sibling's hand, he presses it against his cheek, trying to prove to himself that [Name] was indeed here.

Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

And for the first time in a long time, Vil smiled. Happy tears fall down his face and he looks up at [Name]. Then he notices a small flicker in [Name]'s expression.

Their eyes darken.

Their smile turn into a smirk that looked almost evil.

And then Vil realizes where he was.

Forgiveness.

Vil quickly jumps away, narrowly dodging a pile of rubble that fell right where he was a second ago. The Schoenheit rubs his eyes, wiping away the tears and gets his magic ready to defend himself.

Vil isn't in a garden. He isn't in home. He's in STYX, getting tested on because he overblotted and survived, though Vil wishes he never did. His heart aches, and he can't help but curse the Shroud brothers in his mind for bringing sweet [Name] into this.

He curses the world for having the gall to create a version of his younger sibling based on his memories just to attack him. For getting his hopes up, for getting him to think that [Name] was still with him. For making him go against his sibling once again. For making this the last time he'll see [Name] 'alive' and well.

Can you imagine?

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

OPEN FANFICS REQUESTS (F1 edition)

lewis hamilton, toto wolff, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, george russell, lando norris, oscar piastri, alex albon, kimi räikkönen, fernando alonso, sebastian vettel, niki lauda, ayrton senna, michael schumacher, jenson button

PAIRINGS: lewis hamilton x nico rosberg, kimi räikkönen x sebastian vettel, niki lauda x james hunt, fernando alonso x jenson button, carlos sainz x charles leclerc, carlos sainz x lando norris, lewis hamilton x george russell, lando norris x oscar piastri, fernando alonso x lewis hamilton

I write nsfw, love triangles, multi drivers, masc!reader, social media au, songfics, headcanons, prompts/imagines with f1 drivers and I’m willing to follow any trope, you can be specific if you want

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masterlist:

my boy only breaks his favourite toys — brocedes (multiple chapters)

lost in the fire — lewis hamilton

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old money — ayrton senna

my love mine all mine — niki lauda x james hunt pt.1, pt.2

not a lot, just forever — brocedes

[conjectureand-gloom]

i posted two chapters of lams (taylor’s version) today!

ivy

illicit affairs

next chapter will be coming someday!

[almaprincess66]

Guys, GUYS! I'm re-reading the songfic I wrote and forgot to post and damn. I get suprised sometimes how good I am. I was posessed by the spirit of Hamilton writing it for sure. Like here is an expert:

-Why are you here? Why now?

- Opposition to you, I never leave. Ever. You are the one who runs away from his problems leaving nothing behind but ruin. Just like how you did with Francis or Marta or-

- Thank you, that was enough. I get it.

- But do you John? Do you?

(I love it so much)

[starboyshoyo]

As much as I would love a JamiKali fic with “I won’t say I’m in love”, I don’t think you’ll feel comfy doing that so—Can I have a Say No to This fic with Malleus (without the cheating please 🥲, that makes me sad as hell)

Curtain Call: a songfic event

Song: Say No To This from Hamilton

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x fem!reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: angst, hurt no comfort

Warnings: infidelity (Malleus cheats on an arranged fiancé with reader), intimacy (non-graphic; implied)

Malleus knows he shouldn’t do this- his engagement is for the good of the kingdom. So why are you so irresistible to him?

“Malleus? Is it morning already?”

“Shh. Go back to sleep my love. We still have a few hours… stay with me.” The dark fae soothes your sleepy questions, head tucked under his chin and curled into his chest. The moon is still high in the sky, and he wishes for it to stay forever- though he knows that it won’t. Soon, the sun will come to replace it, and his fiancé will arrive back at the castle to clean sheets and no trace of you except for your lingering scent in his mind. It’ll continue like this every time she leaves- and the guilt will continue to press on him every time he lets himself fall into your embrace.

Malleus knows he shouldn’t do this. He already has a ring on his finger and an obligation to his kingdom to pretend to love someone he never really could. He knows that if- when- this gets out, it will bring his entire world crashing down around him.

But when you’re in his arms, body pressed against him and buried under the sheets, he just can’t bring himself to care.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[nyxmisfortune]

My dearest 🍄💐

Paring-Mumbo Jumbo x Reader

Warnings-None

Summary- Mumbo and you send each other letters, but in the last one, he sent something changed.

Notes: My mom was talking to me while I wrote this. Also, this is a songfic! I think. The song is Take a break from Hamilton. 

Mumbo and you had been sending letters to each other ever since you became friends. Even before you had joined Hermitcraft, you would get letters sent to you by an interdimensional carrier pigeon. In season 9, you made a mail route and became Hermitcraft’s resident newspaper boy, flat cap and all, only for Mumbo to send you a letter and then leave for six months. 

But something about this letter was unlike the ones he had sent before. The paper was clean, and no redstone stains anywhere on the page. It was written in calligraphy and not Mumbo’s usual messy penmanship. It was also shorter than it typically was, not taking up the front and back of the page. 

There was one thing on the page that caught your eye, the simple punctuation in the first line. It wasn’t unusual for him to start a letter with ‘My dearest Y/n,’ it was fancy way to start a letter so it wasn’t uncommon for him to do so, but ‘My dearest, Y/n’ was different. It wasn’t just addressing you, it was directly calling you his dearest. 

This simple punctuation had been on your mind since you got the letter but you couldn’t ask him about it, until now. He had gotten back a few days prior, but you had waited to ask him about it. You got dressed in the best clothes you had and went to his base to confront him.

You knock on the door of his starter base, waiting for him to answer. He opens up the vault door and notices you almost immediately. “Hey Mumbo, I've been meaning to ask you something.” You say nervously. He nods confused “Ask away.”

“In the last letter, I received from you, I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning, did you intend this?” You ask. He has no idea what you mean by this so you continue. “One stroke and you’ve consumed my waking days, It says: ‘My dearest Y/n’ with a comma after dearest. You’ve written-” He realizes what you mean and quickly finishes your sentence for you “My dearest, Y/n”

“I hoped you wouldn’t notice.” He mumbles as his face turns about as red as the redstone he works with. “But in case you haven’t realized, I do in fact have a crush on you.” “Well, it’s your lucky day, because I do too.” You confess.