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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic) (3/?)
SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?
INSPO: this post
PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)
WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)
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CHAPTER 3: Nowhere to Hide, Baby
Flashback to October 2018, Manhattan
The dim lights of the bar at SoHo House illuminated the room, casting an amber glow onto every surface, and Lewis couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement coursing through his veins. This year marked a turning point in his racing career, he was on the precipice of winning his fifth World Driver's Championship, and he was determined to savor every moment of it.
Seated at the sleek wooden bar, Lewis tapped his fingers aimlessly against the smooth surface, replaying the day's events in his head. From seeing his face plastered across Times Square to back-to-back interviews, it had been a long day full of press obligations. But despite his exhaustion, he couldn't shake off the adrenaline coursing through him for this week's race in Austin, Texas.
And then, amidst the chatter and clinking of glasses, Lewis's gaze landed on her. She stood among her coworkers, her vibrant red midi dress catching his eye like a beacon in the dark. Her mischievous laughter and sparkling eyes drew him in, captivating him completely. The noise of the bar faded into the background as he focused solely on this enchanting woman before him.
His eyes scanned her body hungrily, appreciating every curve and how the color of her dress complemented her deep skin tone. Lewis was known for his love of women, some would say too much as rumors swirled about his revolving door of relationships. But after an eight-year-long relationship, what else was a man to do? His most recent "flavor of the month" was rapper Nicki Minaj - he enjoyed her bold personality and unapologetic confidence, but he knew she wasn't wifey material. They were just casual, so nothing really mattered anyway.
Driven by an irresistible force, Lewis found himself standing up from his seat and striding confidently towards her. As he closed the distance between them, a symphony of emotions stirred within him - excitement, nerves, and vulnerability. He had conquered countless racetracks, but this was uncharted territory.
With each step, Lewis exuded swagger and cockiness. When he reached her side, interrupting her conversation with friends, he mustered all the confidence he had left and extended his hand towards her.
"I'm Lewis," he introduced himself with a charming grin. He watched as her big, brown eyes skimmed over his hand before meeting his gaze. She had an inscrutable expression on her stunning face, but he knew that his usual dazzling smile and flirty batting of eyelashes could make any woman melt at his feet. So surely, she wouldn't be any different, right?
"I couldn't give any fucks," she declared boldly before taking a long sip of her martini. "Isn't it rude to barge into someone's conversation?"
Well damn, excuse me, he thought, taken aback by her brazenness.
He nodded slowly, dropping his hand at his side and biting the inside of his cheek. For the first time in a while, he had met someone who wasn't swayed by his charm. And yet, there was something about her that made him crave her attention and approval. She maintained an air of nonchalance as their eyes locked in a silent standoff.
"My apologies," he responded with a playful smirk, breaking the tension. "Can we start over?"
She chuckled, surprised and intrigued by his audacity. On the other hand, her friends were wide-eyed and nudging her, probably trying to figure out who he was. But despite it all, Lewis couldn't help but admire her confidence and effortless grace. Placing a finger on her chin, she hummed for a moment as if considering his request.
Her voice was low and seductive as she replied, "Sure..." causing him to inwardly cheer. "But only if you buy me another drink."
"Deal," he said quickly, leaning against the bar beside her and signaling the bartender for another round of drinks. "What brings you here tonight?" He couldn't hide his curiosity, his genuine interest shining in his eyes.
She shrugged casually. "Just winding down after a long day at the office," she answered, finishing her martini with a satisfied sigh before setting the empty glass on the counter. "I don't usually frequent bars like this, but my coworkers insisted on celebrating a recent success."
Lewis nodded, mesmerized by the way her eyes danced with mischief when she spoke. He couldn't resist the urge to challenge her. "Well, I'm glad they did," he said smoothly,his thumb lightly caressing her exposed skin. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet someone as beautiful as you."
She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his smooth talk. "You must be a real ladies' man," she remarked dryly.
Lewis chuckled. "I have my moments," he admitted with a smirk.
"I'll bet," she replied sarcastically. "So what do you do for a living?"
"I work with cars," Lewis responded casually, keeping his true job as a highly respected Formula One driver a secret, at least for now.
"Oh, a car guy," she said with a smirk of her own. "I guess that explains the cocky attitude."
Lewis couldn't help but laugh at her quick wit. He was intrigued by her and wanted to get to know her better. "What's your name?"
She glanced at him with a sly smile before answering, "Why don't you guess?"
"Hmm…" Lewis pretended to think for a moment before responding with a teasing tone. "Is it Angelina Jolie? Because you're definitely an angel."
She rolled her eyes playfully at his cheesy pick-up line but couldn't hide the small smile forming on her lips.
"Nope, not quite," she replied with a grin. "But nice try. My name is Aurora, but I go by Rorie."
"Rorie," he repeated in a deep voice. Although he was a cocky bastard, she couldn't deny that his British accent was incredibly sexy.
"Yeah," she said, glancing away to search for her friends. With his sexy voice and intense gaze, she felt herself melting, which was unusual because she never cracked under pressure. She quickly spotted her friends in a nearby booth and was about to gesture for them to come back over when he spoke again.
"A gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman," he flirted, his hands leaving her forearm to lightly graze the side of her face – something that made her extremely uncomfortable.
"What the hell do you think you're doing—"
"Do you know what would make your name even more beautiful, Aurora?" he interrupted with a smug smile.
Amused, she rolled her eyes and asked, "What?"
"My last name attached to it."
Rorie's fame and influence were rapidly growing, captivating audiences all over the world. The media was obsessed with her, from interviewing her childhood friends to writing detailed pieces about her upbringing in Williamsport. It seemed like everyone couldn't get enough of her.
But with this level of attention came its own set of challenges for Rorie. She was constantly under a microscope, with every aspect of her life scrutinized and analyzed.
Despite their hectic schedules, Rorie and Lewis were determined to make their marriage and family work. However, with both of them immersed in their respective careers, worry crept into Rorie's mind.
Still, she couldn't contain her excitement as she awaited news from Yael about a potential partnership with Lancôme. After a successful meeting with the company, she eagerly waited for more details on the lucrative collaboration. Meanwhile, Lewis was preparing for his upcoming trip to England for the Silverstone race. He made sure to spend quality time with Rorie and Lyric before departing, knowing he would be away for some time.
As was their custom whenever he was home, Lewis and Rorie woke up early to go for a jog through the streets of Monaco. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden glow over the picturesque city. They ran side by side, taking in the beautiful views of the ocean and the luxurious yachts docked in the harbor. As they jogged, they talked about their plans for the day and caught up on each other's lives. Rorie couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness knowing that Lewis would soon be leaving for his race in England. She cherished these moments together and wished that they could spend more time as a family, but she also knew that Lewis's career was important to him and she didn't want to hold him back.
She supported him wholeheartedly, just as he did for her.
"You got it, move that ass!" Lewis cheered her on as they ran up a steep hill near their home. He playfully smacked her butt a few times, making her swat his hand away. "You always struggle with this hill, even though we've done it over a thousand times," he teased.
"Shut up," she replied, gasping for breath as she paused to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Staying in shape was important to her, but running up hills was her weakness. She placed her hands on her knees and bent over to catch her breath. Her braids, pulled back into a high ponytail, swung into her face.
"You okay, babe?" asked Lewis as he knelt beside her. Despite the sweat dripping down his face and darkening his gray muscle shirt, he still looked incredibly attractive. She couldn't help but give him a thorough once-over.
"I'm fine," she replied with a smirk. "But don't act like you're not enjoying the view as much as I am."
Lewis clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Here I am trying to check on you and you're already trying to flirt with me. Shameful." He leaned in for a quick kiss before helping her stand back up.
Rorie chuckled, the sound laced with a hint of seduction. "Well, baby," she began, her voice dropping to a sultry tone, "you're just too damn sexy for me not to try and flirt with you." She reached out and ran her fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of his neck, causing a shiver to ripple down his spine.
Lewis couldn't help but smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh really? And here I thought I was just being a concerned husband."
Rorie stepped closer, the heat between them palpable. "Concerned or not, I know what you're thinking," she whispered, her breath dancing across his lips. "You want me as much as I want you."
Unable to resist any longer, Lewis pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their lips melded together, their tongues dancing in harmony as their bodies pressed against each other. His hands trailed sensually along her curves.
Rorie moaned into his mouth, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through her body, and deepened the kiss, pressing herself even closer to him.
They had been married for four years, but their chemistry was still as intense and intoxicating as it was when they first met. Rorie couldn't help but feel grateful that she had found someone who not only loved and supported her but also lit a fire within her like no one else could.
As they reluctantly broke apart for air, Lewis rested his forehead against hers. "God, I love you," he breathed out.
"I love you too," Rorie replied with a smile.
"What the fuck?" Lewis's eyes flickered behind Rorie, causing her to turn around. "Look over there. Who is that?" Lewis's voice was tense as he pointed to a man near a parked car, taking photos of them.
Rorie tried to appear composed, and she squinted in an attempt to identify him, but all she could make out was a mass of unruly curls that seemed vaguely familiar. "I have no idea," she responded. "Maybe some strange paparazzo?"
"In our neighborhood, babe? When have you ever seen paparazzi? They shouldn't even be out here; it's illegal."
Lewis glanced back at the man, who was now walking away with his camera. "I don't like this," he muttered, pulling Rorie closer to him protectively.
"Me neither," Rorie agreed, her heart racing with unease. "Let's just go home and forget about it."
But as they made their way back to their house, Rorie couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. She kept looking over her shoulder nervously, but there was no sign of the paparazzi or anyone else.
Once they were safely inside their house, Lewis locked all the doors and windows before turning to Rorie with a concerned expression.
"Do you think someone is following us?" he asked, his voice serious.
"I don't know," Rorie replied with a shrug. "But let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe it was just a random guy trying to get some scandalous photos for money."
Lewis didn't look convinced, but he didn't press the matter further. Instead, he pulled Rorie into a comforting hug.
"I'll always protect you, no matter what," he whispered into her ear.
Rorie smiled and snuggled closer to him. "I know you will."
But even as she tried to relax in his arms, her mind kept going back to the mysterious man with the camera. Who was he and why was he taking pictures of them? And more importantly, how did he even know where they lived?
Lewis seemed to know exactly what she was thinking and offered a solution. "I'll arrange for extra security at the house while I'm away."
"That would be great," she responded sincerely.
"Actually, why don't you and Lyric join me at Silverstone? It's a safe place, and my parents will also be there."
He gently held her face in his hands and gazed into her eyes with intensity. "And Kaiden and Willow will be there too. It's been too long since Lyric has seen his cousins."
Rorie rolled her eyes playfully. "It's only been two months."
"Exactly, that's too long."
Rorie hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. She trusted Lewis to keep her safe, and she didn't want to deprive Lyric of spending time with his cousins.
"Okay," she said finally. "We'll go."
Lewis grinned. "Thank you."
Rorie navigated through the busy crowds in the Silverstone paddock, where fans were eagerly anticipating the start of the British Grand Prix. The electric atmosphere was a testament to the prestige of this legendary track and its significance in the world of Formula One racing. For Lewis, Silverstone held special memories as the place where he had achieved some of his greatest victories, and she had no doubt he would continue to excel this weekend. This race was crucial for him - not just because it was his home Grand Prix, but also because he aimed to overtake Red Bull and claim P1.
She scanned the sea of helmets on the pit lane and felt a surge of pride as she spotted her husband's iconic helmet design, emblazoned with the number 44. She could see Lewis amidst the chaos, his muscled frame a stark contrast against the sea of mechanics, engineers, and crew members swarming around him. Despite the recent attention on their marriage, she knew that he would always be the same person she fell in love with - determined, passionate, and unwaveringly loyal.
"Mrs. Hamilton!" a lively voice with an Australian lilt chimed in singsong, causing her to shift her attention towards one of her other beloved drivers on the grid - Daniel Ricciardo; his toothy grin and bright brown eyes lighting up the room.
Rorie smiled and hugged him warmly. Her friendship with Daniel went beyond the racing world - they had bonded over their love for music and art, often exchanging playlists and art recommendations.
"How are you, Dan?" she asked as they pulled away from the embrace.
"Can't complain," he replied with a shrug. "How are you? How's my nephew?"
Rorie smiled at the mention of Lyric. "He's doing great, but he's getting to be a pain in my ass. He discovered the word 'no' last weekend so he's been using it quite often."
"Like father, like son," Daniel joked.
Rorie laughed and playfully swatted his arm. "Hey, Lewis is not that bad."
"Oh, I know," Daniel said with a smirk. "But it's always so much fun teasing you about it."
Rorie rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling at their banter. They chatted for a few more minutes before Lewis joined them, dressed in his racing suit and helmet in hand.
"Hey mate," Daniel greeted him with a pat on the back. "Feeling confident for your home race?"
Lewis grinned. "Always."
A swell of admiration coursed through Rorie as she observed her husband seamlessly interact with his fellow racers. Despite their fierce competition on the track, they all shared a deep bond off it - a quality she found endearing about the world of Formula One.
Lewis gave Rorie one last kiss before heading out onto the track for the race. The paparazzi went into a frenzy, their cameras flashing wildly to capture the moment between the famous race car driver and his stunning wife. Rorie then made her way to their private box overlooking the starting grid, where she would watch the race alongside Lewis's family. She greeted Lewis's father, Anthony, with a warm hug and kiss on the cheek before turning to his stepmother, Linda.
"Rorie dear, you look radiant," Linda gushed, grasping her hands in hers. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling great, thank you," Rorie replied with a smile. "Excited for the race."
Linda beamed. "I can't believe this is Lewis's home race. It feels like just yesterday he was just starting in karting."
Rorie nodded in agreement. "Time flies."
Their conversation was interrupted by the excited squeals of Kaiden and Willow as they ran up to them.
"Auntie Rorie!" Willow exclaimed, throwing herself into Rorie's arms for a hug.
Rorie chuckled and hugged her back tightly before ruffling Kaiden's hair.
"Hey there champ," she said with a wink.
Kaiden beamed up at her before running off to Lyric who was playing with his toy cars on the floor.
"You know they adore you," Linda commented with a smile as she watched the children play with Roscoe.
"I adore them too," Rorie replied sincerely.
Nicolas greeted his sister-in-law with a handshake, flashing a grin at her. "Hey sis," he said.
Rorie mirrored his gesture and replied, "Hey bro."
He chuckled. "You still remember our secret handshake, huh?"
"Of course," Rorie laughed. "It's one of those things you never forget."
Rorie settled into her seat next to Linda and Anthony, eagerly anticipating Lewis's race. The air was charged with excitement as the drivers revved their engines on the starting grid. As soon as the lights went out, they shot off down the track in a blur of speed and color.
"He's doing well so far," Anthony remarked, checking the live updates on his phone.
"Of course he is," Rorie replied proudly, her gaze fixed on Lewis's car as it weaved its way through the other racers.
The race was intense and nerve-wracking, but ultimately ended with Lewis securing a third-place finish. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as he crossed the finish line.
It wasn't the place everyone wanted for Lewis, especially at his home race, but at least he made podium. Rorie excused herself and made her way toward the pit lane, where the drivers were being interviewed by the media.
Amid the chaotic scene, Carmen, George's girlfriend, and Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, were engaged in conversation near the pit wall. When Rorie approached, Carmen's eyes lit up and she immediately pulled her into a tight embrace. Lily joined in as well, welcoming Rorie with a warm smile.
"Oh my gosh, it's been so long since we've seen you!" Carmen exclaimed with genuine excitement. "We have so much to catch up on!"
She hadn't seen Carmen and Lily in person since the Monaco Grand Prix.
"I know, it's been too long," Rorie replied, hugging them back. "How have you both been?"
"Busy as always," Lily replied with a laugh. "Alex has been training non-stop for this race."
Carmen nodded in agreement. "And George has been working hard too. It's been tough with all the changes in the regulations this season."
Rorie listened intently as they talked about their partners' racing careers and the challenges they faced in the sport.
"How about you?" Lily asked, turning to Rorie. "How's everything with Lewis going?"
Rorie smiled softly at the mention of Lewis. "Everything is great. He's doing well and I'm really proud of him."
"I can imagine," Carmen said with a smile. "I saw the pictures of you attending shows at Paris Fashion Week. You looked stunning."
"Thank you," Rorie responded modestly. "It was all my team. I was just wearing the clothes."
"Well, you were definitely wearing them, Ro," complimented Lily. "That dress for Jean Paul Gaultier is my personal fave."
The conversation then turned to their plans of meeting up for dinner and the possibility of planning a girls' trip. After saying goodbye to Carmen and Lily, Rorie went inside the Mercedes garage where Lewis was still busy debriefing with his engineers.
"Hey babe," Lewis greeted Rorie with a kiss on her cheek as soon as he saw her.
"Hey Pookie," Rorie replied with a grin. "You did amazing out there."
Lewis shrugged nonchalantly. "Could've done better."
Rorie rolled her eyes playfully at his competitive attitude before reminding him about their plans for the evening.
"Oh right, I almost forgot about dinner," Lewis said with a smile. "I'll be done in an hour or two then we can leave to get ready."
Tonight's occasion was not just any ordinary dinner; it was a pre-celebration of Lyric and Rorie's birthday next week with Lewis' family.
"Alright, sounds good."
As promised, an hour and a half later, Lewis emerged from the garage, ready to head back to their hotel.
The dinner was held at a fancy restaurant near Piccadilly Circus in London. As they made their way into the private dining room, Rorie was met with warm hugs and beaming smiles from Lewis' sisters Samantha and Nicola, as well as his mother, Carmen.
"Happy early birthday, babe!" Nicola exclaimed as she handed Rorie a beautifully wrapped package.
Rorie's face lit up with surprise and gratitude as she opened the gift to a personalized photo album filled with memories from their past vacations and family gatherings. Rorie flipped through the pages of the photo album, and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. Every photo captured a special memory, from their trip to Greece where Lewis proposed to her to their recent family trip to Bali. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed since meeting Lewis.
"Thank you so much," Rorie said, wiping a tear from her eye.
"We had so much fun putting this together," Carmen replied with a smile. "It's not every day that my son meets someone as amazing as you."
Rorie's cheeks warmed at the compliment and hugged Carmen tightly. She was grateful to have such a supportive second family in Lewis' family.
The rest of the night was spent catching up and enjoying each other's company over delicious food and drinks.
Anthony and Linda surprised Lyric with an electric toddler car, causing Lewis to burst into laughter.
"Dad, what is this?" he exclaimed between chuckles as he watched his father place Lyric into the miniature car. "No way! Are you serious?"
Anthony's expression remained serious. "Why are you laughing? I'm just trying to get him ready," he replied, turning to his grandson. "A few more years and we'll have you racing on a track, Lyric."
Lyric babbled out a reply, his small hands fiddling with the steering wheel.
"He can barely talk and you've got my son driving for Merc?" Lewis chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval at his father. "What if he wants to be a footballer or something?"
"Pfft." Anthony gave him a dismissive wave, his fingers already moving deftly over the car's controller. "No way, he's going into the family business."
Rorie and Lewis exchanged a meaningful look, both knowing what the other was thinking. He wanted Lyric to have nothing to do with Formula One, and he knew how passionate his father could get. They had talked about it before, but Lewis was hesitant to bring it up with his father, especially in front of everyone, yet he realized that he had to have that conversation soon.
The low hum of the car's engine filled the air, distracting them both, and Lyric's little fingers held the wheel with determination as the vehicle started to move.
Lewis couldn't help but feel pride as he watched his son confidently sit in the car. "He's a natural," Lewis remarked with a smile.
"Of course, he is," Anthony interjected, "after all, he's a Hamilton."
Rorie and Lewis set off on a short getaway to Ibiza, basking in the warmth of the tropical sun with a group of friends. The island welcomed them with open arms, its crystal clear waters sparkling in the light. They spent their days lounging on a luxurious yacht and their nights engulfed in music, dancing, and laughter.
Amidst the joyful celebration, Rorie received the incredible news from Yael that Lancome had selected her as their newest brand ambassador. As if that wasn't enough, Bustle magazine also reached out for an exclusive interview with her.
But just when she thought things couldn't get any better, it was time for her 30th birthday bash. To celebrate this special milestone, Lewis organized a lavish party at a trendy rooftop bar in London. Rorie's close friends and family, including her mother and sisters, were all in attendance.
As the elevator doors opened to the rooftop bar, Rorie was greeted with an incredible view of the London skyline.
"Happy birthday, my love," Lewis whispered into her ear, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek as they entered the venue.
Rorie's smile stretched from ear to ear as she looked around the room. The party was adorned with an array of flowers and colorful balloons. As she mingled through the well-dressed crowd, Rorie was greeted with numerous hugs and congratulatory messages from her friends and family. She couldn't contain her happiness as she took in the beautiful setting - this was a night that would be etched in her memory forever.
Hailey Bieber approached Rorie with her shining eyes, a deep sense of happiness gleaming from her face. She hugged Rorie tightly, whispering, "Happy birthday, Rorie! You deserve all this success and happiness, and I'm so proud of you!"
Rorie stepped back from the hug, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. "Thank you, Hailey," she said with a grateful smile. "You've always been there for me, through thick and thin."
Hailey returned the smile, placing a hand on Rorie's shoulder. "That's what friends are for. And we will continue to support you every step of the way."
After enjoying a delicious meal and drinks, it was time for Lewis to give a speech. He stood up in front of their loved ones and spoke about their journey together – from maintaining a long-distance relationship to building a life together. Rorie couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion as Lewis openly expressed his love for her.
"And now," he concluded, "we stand here today celebrating Rorie's 30th birthday – a milestone that she will undoubtedly conquer with grace and style."
With a twinkle in his eye, Lewis came closer to Rorie, holding a small box wrapped in shiny silver paper. She eagerly took the box from him, her fingers tracing the delicate ribbon tied around it.
"What is it?" She asked, filled with excitement.
"Open it and find out," Lewis said with a grin.
Trembling with anticipation, Rorie untied the satin ribbon and slowly lifted the lid. Inside lay the keys to a brand-new G Wagon – something she had been dreaming of for months.
"Oh my god, Lewis!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. "How did you manage this?"
He laughed, hugging her tightly. "Let's just say I have some connections."
Rorie pulled back to look at him in awe. "I can't believe this is real."
"It's all yours," Lewis said, kissing her forehead.
Rorie couldn't contain her happiness as she hugged him again. This truly was the best birthday ever. The crowd erupted into applause and cheers as Lewis directed Rorie to look over the railing, where her G-Wagon was parked with a big red bow on top.
"No fuckin' way! I love you so much, baby!"
Her husband chuckled. "I love you too."
The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, dancing, and celebrating with loved ones. Rorie couldn't stop smiling as she took endless pictures with her new car, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.
The party had ended, and Rorie and Lewis said their goodbyes to the guests before heading back to their hotel room. They slipped into bed together, the soft glow of the moon shining through the curtains. As they cuddled under the warm blankets, reflecting on their wonderful memories, their son Lyric slept peacefully in between them.
"I can't believe I'm thirty years old," Rorie whispered, gazing up at the ceiling.
"And you don't look a day over twenty-two," he commented with a mischievous grin.
Rorie turned to face him, caressing his cheek with her hand. "You know, you've given me the best gift today – not just the car, but your love and support throughout all these years. I feel so lucky to have you as my husband."
Lewis smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I will always support you and be by your side, no matter what."
He leaned in for a kiss, but Lyric stirred in his sleep. They both laughed softly before settling back down.
"I can't wait to see what the next 30 years hold for me," Rorie said dreamily.
Lewis intertwined their fingers together and placed them over Lyric's chest. "Whatever comes our way, I know we'll conquer it together."
Lewis stirred in his sleep, feeling a pleasurable sensation in his lower extremities. He was in a daze, barely conscious of what was happening until he slowly opened his eyes and lifted the comforter. To his surprise, he discovered Rorie with his penis in her mouth.
Rorie looked up at him with a mischievous grin, her lips swollen from her ministrations. "Good morning, baby," she purred before taking him back into her mouth.
Lewis moaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair as she worked her magic. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. This was definitely not how he expected to start his day, but he wasn't complaining one bit. He let himself fully wake up and enjoy the sensation of her warm mouth on him.
Rorie loved the way his hands gripped her hair as his hips bucked against her. She had always enjoyed sucking him off, but this morning felt different – more intense, more passionate.
A low groan escaped Lewis' lips as he came hard into Rorie's mouth. She eagerly swallowed every drop, her tongue teasing him until he was gasping for air.
"Fuck, baby," he breathed out, his body still tingling from the intense orgasm.
Rorie crawled up to kiss him, her lips tasting of him. Lewis couldn't help but pull her closer, their bodies pressing together as they kissed deeply.
"I don't think I've ever had such a good wake-up call," he chuckled against her lips.
Rorie grinned and nipped at his bottom lip. "I aim to please."
"I should have bought you that G-Wagon sooner," he teased. "Who knew that a car would turn you into a lil' freak? I'll get you anything you want if this is the consequence."
"Anything?" she asked curiously.
"Yes," he replied, determinedly.
"Then give me another baby," she surprised him with her request.
They had just celebrated Lyric's first birthday in Monaco with a small gathering of loved ones and friends a few days ago, and now she wanted to start trying for a second. Lewis didn't object; he would be overjoyed to see her pregnant again. With their son being taken care of by Nina back home while they were at the Hungarian Grand Prix this week, it was the perfect time for them to try for another child.
"Are you serious?" he asked, his eyes shining with excitement.
Rorie nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "I've been thinking about it for a while now, since Paris."
"I can't believe this," Lewis exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug. "You've made me the happiest man in the world."
"Well, don't get too ahead of yourself," Rorie laughed. "It might take some time for us to get pregnant again."
"I don't care," Lewis said firmly. "I'll wait as long as I have to, especially since I can fuck you exactly how I want."
"And that entails?" she asked breathlessly, her body already trembling with desire.
"Bending you over every surface," he whispered, causing her to shiver at his words. "Filling you up so much that my cum leaks down your leg. Making you nice and sore, fucking that tight pussy to shreds."
His lips found the sweet spot on her throat and sucked gently, making Rorie moan. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, the anticipation of what was to come almost unbearable.
"How long before you have to go to quali?" she managed to ask, her voice slightly shaky.
"I have an hour," he replied with a wide smile, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. "Why? You want to go on a lil' ride of your own?"
Rorie couldn't help but giggle at his playful tone, despite the intense desire coursing through her veins. She nodded eagerly and let him lead her to straddle his hips, her knees digging into the soft mattress. His hands immediately went to grip her waist as she slowly lowered herself onto him, a moan escaping both their lips as they were fully connected.
Lewis leaned back against the headboard, his eyes locked on Rorie's as he lifted her up and down on his manhood. He wanted to savor every moment with his wife before they had to leave for qualifying and he ran his hands up and down her body, exploring every inch of skin that was exposed to him.
Gripping her hips tighter, he guided her movements as she rode him harder and faster. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through both of their bodies, their moans growing louder with each passing second.
"Fuck," Lewis cursed under his breath, his fingers digging into Rorie's hips as her walls tightened around him. "I love this pussy so much, baby."
"It's all yours, Sir," she moaned heavenwards as she met him thrust for thrust.
"Say that shit again, baby. Who's pussy is this?"
"Yours, Sir!" She leaned in closer, pressing her hands against Lewis' chest as she picked up speed.
He gave her a playful slap on her ass. "That's what I like to hear."
Rorie was lost in a sea of ecstasy, her mind consumed by the feeling of being utterly owned by her husband, as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps as they chased their release. Lewis could feel the familiar tightening in his balls and he knew he was about to come undone. He reached between them and rubbed circles on Rorie's clit, wanting to bring her over the edge with him.
"Oh god," she cried out as he hit just the right spot.
Lewis felt himself explode inside her, his body shaking uncontrollably as he came hard. Rorie followed suit seconds later, collapsing against his chest, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm they had just shared. She felt his heart beating rapidly against hers and couldn't help but smile at the thought that she was the cause of it.
Lewis pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before sliding out of her, causing a small whimper to escape Rorie's lips. They lay there in silence for a few moments, savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"That was amazing," Rorie finally broke the silence, pressing a kiss to his chest.
"It always is with you," Lewis replied, running his fingers through her hair. "But we should probably get ready for qualifying."
Rorie sighed, not wanting to break the intimate bubble they were in but knowing that Lewis was right. He had an important race coming up and needed to focus.
They got up from bed and quickly got dressed, both of them still stealing glances at each other as they moved around the room. Rorie couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment with her husband amidst his hectic racing schedule.
Rorie and Lewis strode onto the paddock together, causing a frenzy among fans and media alike. A stranger watched them closely from only a few feet away. For the past few weeks, he had been keeping a close eye on them, ever since a representative from The Sun called him with mysterious instructions to do so.
He answered his phone again, interrupting his watchful surveillance. "Hello?"
"Any updates?" the voice on the other end asked.
"No, I'm still digging," he replied, glancing back at Rorie and Lewis as they walked arm in arm towards the Mercedes garage.
"Well, keep me updated. We can't afford any mistakes this time, and try not to get caught. We're still cleaning up the mess from Monaco."
The stranger hung up and turned back towards the couple. He reached for his camera and discreetly took a snapshot of them before blending back into the bustling crowd.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
#sir lewis hamilton#emjayewrites#lewis hamilton fanfic#lewis hamilton#sir lewis hamilton x black!reader#social media au#private landing#lewis hamilton x rorie hamilton#formula one fanfiction#formula 1 fanfic#f1 fanfic#f1 x black!reader#lewis hamilton x black reader#lewis hamilton fanfiction
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Alright I'm eating, I gotta spill out the Hamilton x FNAF bs haunting my brain
To get this over with, Glam Freddy is Hamilton and Monty is Burr. Look, as far as I know, there aren't any other fnaf characters that have a subtle rivalry with each other to this extent... it made sense to me.
Classic Freddy (the original) is Washington, I specifically pictured C. Freddy telling Glam Freddy that "History has its eyes on you" and it just... hit. It hit even harder when I listened to the song again.
Schuyler sisters.. Classic Chica is Angelica, Funtime Chica is Peggy, and Glam Chica is Eliza (look I don't ship Fredica but it grew on me). I think Mariah Reynolds is probably Toy Chica...? Maybe. Idk.
How can I forget Layfette, I think Classic Foxy might be him. Glam Bonnie is Laurens (*sobs*), oh and Mulligan is Funtime Freddy. Chaotic trio...
Jefferson is Funtime Foxy and Madison is Lefty.
And to make this even more interesting (and sadder), Gregory is Phillip. Don't ask me the logistics behind Glam Freddy and Chica having a human child, shut up. Gregory is Phillip and it's gonna make me sad AAAAH.
...Charles Lee is Toy Freddy.
Anyways that's all I have now, I can shut up and go eat my oatmeal.
#fnaf au#hamilton au#???#crack au#fuck this is very chaotic but also funny#I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY MY BRAIN WORDS#my silly little thoughts#i live with it everyday#*coughs*
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The world turned upside down
Welcome to Part 4 of the Drarry x Hamilton Musical fic no one asked for!
Part 3 here & Part 2 there & Part 1 there there
When in New York, Ron had garbled between mouthfuls of pizza. They’d gorged themselves on the city’s delicacies before the show. Now, Harry had to close his eyes to keep from watching it all go down the toilet. His hands felt clammy, and his eyes stung. Sitting back on the toilet stall, he pulled his knees to chest and tried to calm down. But his mind kept going back to the show.
That was not what expected, at all. He’d expected dancing and singing and costumes, but not that kind of music. Spoken poetry to a beat delivered with such humanity and passion that every character and performer stole his heart from the moment they stepped on stage.
Ron had been just as affected, bawling at Phillip’s death and jumping off his seat in excitement when Thomas Jefferson challenged Hamilton.
And Malfoy. His back and forth with Hamilton—Seb—filled him with nostalgia for their antics on the Quidditch field. The superiority he displayed in the first act that turned to jealousy and anger by intermission were so familiar to Harry. And the dueling number… The gun in his hand was replaced by a wand in Harry’s mind, and for a moment, he was transported back to the astronomy tower. Malfoy’s face was just as torn and distraught and lost as it had been that night.
Regret, sadness, understanding rang through his sobbing baritone. He sang the depths of his emotions with the knowing heartbreak of someone who had seen war, someone who had been wrong and figured it out too late. Teary eyes had met his for just a moment before the lights when out after the dueling scene, and Harry felt as though Malfoy had sung his heart out just for him.
It was too much. Harry couldn’t take it. Malfoy had been right in that interview—he’d re-lived the war from Malfoy’s perspective tonight and it had made him sick. Because he’d never known, never wondered or considered that Malfoy may have changed or even have regrets about his part in the war.
Another thought kept niggling him, too. Though Harry had saved the world, he hadn’t always acted like a hero. Hell, at one point Harry had been the one with his wand pointed at Malfoy. He’d almost killed the man and went on his merry way to kiss Ginny that same day. Sodding hell. How could he have been like that? Did he ever even apologize?
The sound of the door swinging open started him.
“Harry! You in here?” Ron called from the open door of the loo.
“Yeah,” Harry groaned as he sat up on the toilet.
“You won’t believe it, but Thomas Jefferson just invited us to the after party with the cast!”
Are you ready for Draco Malfoy’s rap? I don’t think you’re ready… Part 5 here
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Now I have to jump from 1777 to ca. 333 BC cause apparently Netflix has an Alexander The Great half seriously acted/half docu series coming out Wednesday and Alexander the Great was my Thing sophomore year of high school(The trailer is EVERYTHING). They better do his relationship with Hephaestion right(queerly)
They were VERY in love and very obviously. Idk why it's a debate after anyone reads how Alexander reacted to Hephaestion's death(There's more but I can't remember atm)
We had an unit on ATG in World History and I wanted to google something in whatever documentary we were watching(I think it was Alexander and Hephaestion making an offering to Achilles and Patroclus) and it led me to finding out there was speculations Alex and Phai were queer and a thing and me just recently realizing I liked girls along with boys was really like. Obsessed.
That's me though. I find out things are queer and I get obsessed. I love non queer stuff too and get obsessed but. It's just like my new AmRev phase was ignited by the Hamilton-Laurens letters that are sus as fuck. Sus as fuck as I'm like yet to find a reasonable het explanation as to why Laurens was encouraging Hammie to find a wife as a cure for his devotion to Laurens.
Under the cut is more me unlocking more memories
Of course, I watched the 2004 Alexander, with Colin Farrell and Jared Leto. They are still my celebrity conspiracy theory of they fell in love during filming and had an on and off thing for a few years and it crashed and burned(That's a very very very long essay spanning several albums because Jared Leto is still clearly extremely fucked up by it see: Never Not Love You but also Love These Days). The Babylon balcony scene was gorgeous! And I loved the flashback to Aristotle teaching all the boys. And we at least got Princess Barsine-Stateira even if we didn't get the rest of the family. For books I think The Conqueror's Wife was my favorite as I loved writing from Drypetis' pov(Hephaestion's wife, Darius' daughter. I headcanoned Bagoas as her best friend though and they were all very poly and friends besides Roxana. I was probably too mean to Roxana looking back) and she was a narrator for that book. I remember reading it on a trip down to the German Christmas market. My teacher always splurged for coach buses so it was an extra nice bus ride read. That was senior year though, when it came out. I still had nook back then, not kindle.
I think our ATG unit coincided with state testing week which is part of why we watched a documentary because my history teacher knew we'd be frazzled and classes were all messed up with that week. not that it matters but it's also is like. Placing things.
Looking at the character list on IMDB(assuming it's legit) I'm like some of these people I need reminders but I'm also like Memnon! (There was an AlexPhai fic where Memnon kidnapped Phai and they grew fond of each other) Ptolemy! Queen Stateira! Hephaestion! And once I gave it some thought I was like X and Y were Phillip's generation and didn't Z kill Darius?
Yep. I need to do some review tomorrow though. God it's gonna feel good. Honestly the trailer was so exciting I was like Alexander! Phillip's death! Darius! Darius with Stateira! IS THAT SISYGAMBIS!?!?!?!?!? (IDK but I'm gonna freak if we get Sisygambis. What if we get precious little Ochus? Drypetis? Bagoas? Please at least give us the canon queer kiss with Bagoas)
#alexander the great#one of my many alexander loves#unlocking some bre lore#alexander the great netflix#I could still make a list of characters I want#I will go to the grave defending bisexual Alexander the great#It is a fact
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i’m so sorry but you x jack merridew does not work because. that boy gay. but i can see you x phillip hamilton,,,
BAHAHAHA HELP THATS AWESOME 💀💀💀 phillip slays frfr
also idk what ur talking abt bro i already illegally married jack 💅✨😌
anyways-
#lotf#lord of the flies#lotf fandom#jack merridew#jack lotf#hamilton musical#hamilton#phillip hamilton#thatcreepydoll#buttons talks#i ❤️ jack merridew
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Auraverse Soundtrack: Ships
Terramar x Scootaloo
“I Know What You Did Last Summer” by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello
”You Oughta Know” by Alanis Morissette
Sugar Belle x Big Mac
“Cigarette Duet” by Princess Chelsea
"Riptide" by Vance Joy
"Yer Killin' Me" by Remo Drive
Cadence x Shining Armor
"The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac (how others see them)
FlurryDawn
”Scars” by Papa Roach
"DOA" by Foo Fighters
”Starring Role” by MARINA
SaharGlow
”For Good” from ”Wicked”
”Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley
”Smooth” by Santana ft. Rob Thomas
"(God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time On You" by *NSYNC
AuroraRed
“Line Without a Hook” by Ricky Montgomery
"Apartment" by Modern Baseball
"Art School" by Remo Drive
VeuveSyrup
”Bad Medicine” by Bon Jovi
”The Masochism Tango” by Tom Lehrer
“Coffee Talk” by Broadside
"Best Part Of Me" by Ed Sheeran ft. YEBBA
AmourBelle
”Cooler Than Me” by Mike Posner
RainCedar
”Gone, Gone, Gone“ by Phillip Phillips
”I Will Wait” by Mumford & Sons
"I'm On My Way" by Rich Price
”I Love You Will Still Sound The Same” by Oh Honey
”No Matter Where You Are” by Us the Duo
BlueMint
"Jackie and Wilson" by Hozier
"She's So Lovely" by Scouting for Girls
”Baby Blue Eyes” by A Rocket To The Moon
”Hey, Soul Sister” by Train
“She Keeps Me Warm” by Mary Lambert
VioletRoseTea
“Babe” by Styx
”Work Song” by Hozier
"Warriors" by Coco and the Butterfields
StockPolish
”That’s How You Know” from “Enchanted”
“When Words Fail” from “Shrek the Musical”
“Sweetie” by Carly Rae Jepsen
“Helpless” from “Hamilton“
”Time in a Bottle” by Jim Croce (after Boot dies of old age)
RiverNymph
”True Love” by P!nk ft. Lily Allen
PropheSwift
“Cheerleader” by OMI
“Lucky” by Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat
AstoRose
"Easy Silence" by The Chicks
”I’ll Be There For You” by The Rembrandts
“It Can’t Rain Forever” by Oh Honey
“Don’t You Worry, Love” by Oh Honey
SeaShake
"I'll Cover You" from "RENT"
"Stupid With Love" from "Mean Girls"
TripleBee
“Tubby Wubby Pony Waifu” by Dawn Somewhere
”Dracula’s Wedding” by Outkast ft. Kelis
MeteorBerry
”It’s Gonna Be Me” by *NSYNC
TrailLite
“Love Again” by Dua Lipa
“When He Sees Me” from ”Waitress”
“Bless The Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts
"The Fighter" by Keith Urban ft. Carrie Underwood
Summer Beauty x Iolite
“Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac
"Never There" by CAKE
“Never Love an Anchor” by The Crane Wives
“Love Love Love” by the Mountain Goats
"Problems" by Mother Mother
"Ghosting" by Mother Mother
“Hold Up” by Beyonce
"Harder To Breathe" by Maroon 5
"Somebody That I Used To Know" by Gotye ft. Kimbra
"When I Was Your Man" by Bruno Mars
"House of Memories" by Panic! At The Disco
"So Cold" by Ben Cocks
“Should’ve Said No” by Taylor Swift
“Wrongside” by Cover Drive
"Moral Of The Story" by Ashe
"happier" by Olivia Rodrigo
"Maggot" by Slutever
"Black" by Pearl Jam
“Keep It To Yourself” by Kacey Musgraves
”Don’t Hold Your Breath” by Nicole Scherzinger
Red Cedar, Rainier, and Brackish
”I Love My Boyfriend” by Princess Chelsea
”Satisfied” from “Hamilton”
Crash Racket x Obsidian
"Hayloft" by Mother Mother
”Two Birds” by Regina Spektor
“Morning Sun” by Marianne Faithfull
“E.V.O.L.” by MARINA
”Angeleyes” by ABBA
Marmalade Meringue x Hyacinth Moss
"No Children" by Mountain Goats
??? x ???
”Operator (That’s Not The Way It Feels)” by Jim Croce
”Voice Inside My Head” by The Chicks
”Favorite Year” by The Chicks
"Kids in Love" by P!nk ft. First Aid Kit
??? x ???
”The Way I Are” by Timbaland ft. Keri Hilson and D.O.E.
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John Laurens x reader, Cpt. 4
~slow-burn~
Word count~ 865 words
Warning~ none
Pairing~ John Laurens x reader
Note~ hello everybody! I know I promised that I would get this out sooner over winter break, but things got in the way. I honestly need to stop making excuses and just write lol. I am however, ahead seeing as I am almost finished with the next chapter, which will be quite long. I haven’t been writing as long chapters because I felt that it was too much for one person to read then remembered I prefer longer chapters to shorter ones, so I will be doing that from now on. Anyways, thank you for supporting me and enjoy this chapter!
•Chapter 4•
It had been a few days since meeting John Laurens, and you were over at the Schuyler family’s home for lunch. The Schuylers had always been great friends of your fathers, and you had known the sisters since a very young age. You were only a year older than Eliza, making you 23 and a year younger than Angelica. However, you were always a little closer to Peggy and loved her playful and teasing nature. When you were younger, the both of you often got in a bit of trouble for being misfits. Your thoughts were briskly interrupted when Phillip Schuyler, the head of the house, addressed the whole table.
“Who father?” Asked Angelica turning to face her father, her brow quirked while sitting a bit taller.
“George Washington.” A flurry of gasps and the stopping of utensils made their rounds about the room, mainly coming from Angelica and her mother. You suspected that it was due to them being the most interested in the impending war approaching. You were not as interested. You wanted freedom for your people, but disliked the idea of wars in general. It worried you and made it hard for you to focus on other tasks.
“I’m interested to see how his strategy works out,” replied Catharine Schuyler, Phillip’s wife as she went back to her breakfast.
“Me too, dear especially with is new right hand man. He seems to be a new face, I don’t believe I have ever heard his name before.”
This peaked Angelica’s interest further, prompting her to ask Phillip “Who is it, father?”
“Alexander Hamilton. He apparently stole some cannons when we were still down south, but nothing else is really known about him.” The name sounded familiar to you, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. The conversation drifted from one topic to the other, but to be honest you really weren’t paying much attention. Being too focused on trying to memorize the face of a certain someone tends to be distracting. Excusing yourself, you stood and made your way to the Schuyler’s gardens to get some air.
Hearing steps from behind, you quickly turned only to be confronted with your friends and their ongoing questions.
“Sooo, who was he? What’s his name?” Peggy exclaimed as she linked her arm with yours and teasingly smiled at you.
“Yes, you didn’t tell us anything after you said that you had seen him in the tailor shop again after you hurt your head,” chimed in Angelica, “You must tell us everything.” Suddenly you stopped, whipping around to face them.
Clasping your hands together, you slyly smiled and turned your head to the side pretending to think. “Well, he was the friend of Hercules’ who directed you towards his shop from what you told me.” You glanced at them with a grin on your face, gauging their reactions.
“Oh! I didn’t take in much of his face when he helped us in the crowd, or when we were in the shop after. Is he cute?” Eliza inquired.
You giggled and declared “Well I might be partial, but he most definitely is. His name is John Laurens.” At his name, Angelica’s face seemed to change. Her eyebrows furrowed and a small frown formed. You took notice of this quickly, your excitement dwindling. “Angelica, what is wrong?”
Angelica seemed to question whether she should answer or not, but eventually spoke up. “I just don’t know about him. I have heard through the grapevine that he’s a bit of an ‘interesting’ character.”
“How so?”
“Well I have heard that he flirts around with women a lot but doesn’t court them, at all.” Confusion suddenly washed over you, your eyebrows furrowing with a worried look soon taking hold. John had seemed so genuine in his words. “What if he was just playing with me, and the feelings aren’t mutual at all?” You thought. You sat down on the side of a fountain, Peggy sitting down with you.
“What should I do about it?” You asked your friends, “I genuinely thought that there was a spark of interest there, but I don’t want to try and continue something that will not happen.” It wasn’t like the two of you had talked for enough time to be considered interested in each other. Peggy looked at you reassuringly and took your hand in hers.
“Y/N, you will definitely be able to woo him into seeking your affection. From the other day at the shop he seemed starstruck when we left. He asked you if you were going to be at the ball this week, so seek him out there and figure out where he stands.” Smiling and wrapping your arms around her, you had never before been more grateful for Peggy for giving you the advice you needed.
“Oh Peggy, I completely agree,” Eliza spoke while joining the hug.
Angelica smiled and rolled her eyes, but joined in the hug anyways. “I guess I agree, just be careful.”
Chapter 5
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The Reynolds Pamphlet
Warnings: Cheating/Affair, Cussing, Yelling (read at your own risk) ❗️⚠️
Alexander Hamilton x Child!reader (platonic)
Angst
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Y/n had been walking down the street, when you heard in the distance; ”Alexander Hamilton publishes, The Reynolds Pamphlet as he confesses the affair he’s had! Buy one today and learn about the sins he’s committed!”
They froze in place. No. This can’t be real, can it? You thought in fear and confusion. They began walking over to the man holding the pamphlet. ”Excuse me sir? How much is it to buy one?” They asked quietly.
“About $10.75 for one, and with todays deal, you’ll also get a free one. You buy’in?” “Yes, I’ll take it.” Y/n pulled $11.00 out of their pocket. ”Keep the change, also no need to give me the free one. Just hand one over, sir.” They suddenly grabbed the pamphlet out of the mans hand, as they started walking down the road to their home.
“Ok, let’s see..” Y/n opened the paper and read the first paragraph. It read; I, Alexander Hamilton, had a torrid affair with Miss Maria Reynolds for about 2 months. I have not committed treason and soiled my good name.
They started walking faster as tears pricked their eyes. How could he do this to us?! They thought furiously, as they clench their fists. Once Y/n got home, she saw her older brother, Phillip, standing at the door, pacing.
He looked up at them, then the paper in their hand. ”You read it.” The tears in your eyes finally fell as you collapsed to the floor. You were embarrassed to be related to him. ”W-why? Why would he do this, that asshole of a dad?!”
Phillip hugged your hunched figure as you sobbed into his shoulder. ”I know… Mom’s at Grandpas house right now. We’re gonna stay there for a while.” You nodded as he wiped your tears.
You cleaned yourself up and packed your things into a suitcase, while Phillip had been upstairs. Shortly after, your da- Alexander, got home. He entered the door and smiled at you. His smile disappeared as he saw your expression. ”What’s wrong dear?”
“You know whats wrong, you prick.” His eyes went wide as he realized what you had meant. ”O-oh, that! Thats n-nothing my dear, its all a lie!” He spouted. ”I’m done with your lies! I’m done with your b.s.! My ENTIRE life, you’ve done the bare minimum for mom, and for our family!..” You paused as he looked like he was about to pass out.
Phillip came down the stairs to find you yelling at your father. ”You’ve only ever cared about the freaking money, and stupid Jefferson!” Y/n had started to cry again, as Phillip ran over to them.
Alexander stood there, pale faced. I should’ve kept quiet. He thought with regret. ”You..will never be satisfied, will you?” Your brother rubbed your back as he glared at Alexander.
They stood up again, picked up their suitcase, and exited the house. Phillip followed behind his sibling. The green coated male began to sob too as he knew Eliza would never want to see him again.
“They’re right…. I will never be satisfied..”
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I seriously need a chapter 12 to blow us all away | Philip even though you wrote it like a year ago HAGAHSH NO ANGST JUST THEIR WEDDING DAY AND FUTURE FAMILY Y'KNOWWW HEHE
its definitely not finished and i don't think i ever will finish it (sorry but i'm definitely not the same person i was when i wrote that so i don't even know how to continue writing it) so i stopped posting chapters on tumblr, but on wattpad there's like two more chapters
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Who do you mostly like to ship Eliza with given the vast collection of Hamships
Good question, my American Revolution/TURN “blorbos” are Eliza Hamilton and Benjamin Tallmadge, respectively, I don't condone any historical figure, hard stop. I just relate to them the most, plus I consider them the "least bad" — by my subjective moral standards of real-life people. I am writing an AU fic where Alexander doesn't survive Valley Forge, and Benjamin Tallmadge is queerplatonically and bi-ly made to marry Eliza through a process of slow pining and love letters, in order to spare the now widowed Betsey, of having to raise Phillip Hamilton, alone, think @musicboxmemories fic: a marriage of convenience but put Betsey in Peggy's place. Helplessness & Honor can be read here. Shamelessly plugging my fic: anti-hero, which is best described, as Vampires x American Revolution, not a vampire AU, per se, Benjamin never gets turned, though I have an original character that I use for both @nationsandcannons - human era, and Vampire: the masquerade - any era, that’s basically that premise. It is ‘worse' than being made a 'monster,' you catch feelings wilfully, and slow-burn, for the 'monster' and oh no! it's mutual!
But, I'll stop rambling now. If I had to pick a gentleman other than Alexander, of course, I'd pick Tench Tilghman or Benjamin Tallmadge. — I'm fully aware of the type that I project onto things I write.
Since I can't physically straight, a lass, or nonbinary dear, I'll say, Peggy Shippen — queer platonically, Hannah More (1745-1833), I'm adding Mary Floyd to the list, for funsies, and if they actually lived around the same time period Julie d'Aubigny (1673-1707), but alas, Julie is early 18th century and Betsey is a young woman in the 1770s and 1780s.
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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(5/?)
SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?
INSPO: this post
PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)
WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)
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CHAPTER 5: Ups & Downs
Summer break came to a bittersweet end and they were soon gearing up to return to the thrill of racing once more. Everyone had an amazing time exploring Turkey as well as spending some quality time with family in Colorado. With the Dutch Grand Prix just around the corner, anticipation hung heavy in the air as fans eagerly awaited the pulse-pounding action that was sure to unfold on the historic circuit of Zandvoort.
Meanwhile, the news of Lewis signing on for another year at Mercedes sent ripples through the racing world. His decision was met with both celebration and anticipation, as fans eagerly awaited another season of thrilling races and nail-biting finishes. With his focus now shifting back to racing, Lewis immersed himself in rigorous training sessions, honing his skills and pushing himself to new limits. He left a few days before Rorie and Lyric, anxiously wanting to test drive the updated car prior to the race.
The bustling streets of Amsterdam buzzed with excitement as Rorie drove to the quaint town near the racetrack, eager to soak in the vibrant atmosphere that surrounded the Grand Prix weekend. The winding roads leading up to Zandvoort were adorned with colorful banners and flags, a vivid display of national pride as fans from all corners of the world gathered to witness the adrenaline-fueled spectacle.
Rorie made her way through the crowded paddock, she couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and comfort. She had become accustomed to the hustle and bustle of race weekends, the constant adrenaline rush and the intense competition that filled the air. But this time, things were different.
As usual, she was there supporting her man, yet this time, as with all the other races, her presence was no longer unnoticed or overlooked. The media had taken an interest in their relationship, and Rorie was now under constant scrutiny from paparazzi and fans alike. She could no longer walk around the circuit incognito like she used to and was now photographed just like the other team members' spouses and girlfriends. All eyes were on her wherever she went.
The chaos and clamor that followed her everywhere had magically dissipated for once. It was a refreshing change from the incessant screaming and pushing that usually surrounded her - perhaps the fans and media finally understood the importance of privacy, especially now since she had Lyric with her.
They still continued to take photos however, but maintained a respectful distance nonetheless. The warm scent of fresh stroopwafels wafted through the air, adding to the joyful atmosphere of the moment.
“Ooh, do you want a treat, sweetheart?” she asked her toddler, pausing for a quick second to lift up the canopy. No surprise, he was asleep. “Alrighty then, a treat for Mommy,” Rorie laughed to herself as she continued on her way, pushing the stroller towards the stroopwafel station.
As she stood in line for some warm stroopwafels, Rorie’s mind drifted off to her journey to motherhood and the difficulty of getting pregnant. And now, she and Lewis were thinking about having another, which scared her a bit, making her worry if she would have to go through the same hoops as she did in order to get pregnant with their son.
Rorie was deep in thought when a pack of enthusiastic fans noticed her and excitedly approached her.
"Oh my gosh, you’re Lewis’ wife, right?" one fan exclaimed, causing others in the line to turn and stare at her.
Rorie nodded. “That’s me. How are you all doing?"
"I knew it was you!" another fan interjected, nudging her friend. “I told you, Ella!”
The first fan, Ella, looked down at the stroller. "Did you bring Baby LH with you? Can we see them?"
Rorie felt a small frown forming on her face. Her baby was more than just a prop, but these girls couldn't be much older than fifteen so she let it slide. "Baby LH is sleeping at the moment, ladies. But we can take a picture or I can treat you to some stroopwafels. Your call."
They looked at each other before agreeing on a group selfie.
Rorie smiled warmly as they gathered around her for the photo. After a few minutes and deciding that the photos were satisfactory for their teenage standards, the girls thanked her and went on their way.
Pushing the stroller with one hand while holding a steaming stroopwafel in the other, Rorie made her way towards the Mercedes hospitality motorhome where she was greeted by familiar faces – Toto Wolff, his wife Susie, and their son, Jack.
“Surprised to see you here. How are you, Rorie?” asked Toto.
“Hi, Rorie,” Susie smiled, giving her a hug.
“Hi Toto, Susie," Rorie said with a smile, returning her warm embrace. She then turned to Jack who was busy playing with his toy cars on the floor. "And how's my favorite little racer doing?"
Jack looked up and grinned when he saw Rorie. "Hi Auntie Rorie!"
Rorie chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately. "You're getting bigger every time I see you."
“Jack was just asking about his buddy Lyric," Susie stated with a grin.
“Yeah, Lewis said that he can walk now, so we can go on the scooter together,” responded Jack with a bright smile.
"Well, here he is," Rorie said, lifting up the canopy to reveal Lyric who was still sound asleep. "But we might have to wait for him to wake up before he can play and I don’t think Lyric is big enough yet to ride the scooter.”
She settled into one of the plush couches in the motorhome, enjoying her stroopwafel and a cup of hot coffee as she caught up with Toto and Susie. They chatted about their families and upcoming races.
Lyric let out a cry as he stirred awake and flashed a smile at Rorie when he saw his mother.
"Hey there little man," Rorie cooed as she picked him up, planting a kiss on his chubby cheek. "Did you have a nice nap?”
Lyric gurgled happily in Rorie's arms as she sat back down on the couch. Toto and Susie couldn't help but smile at the sight of Rorie with her baby.
"He's gotten so big, it feels like just yesterday he was born," remarked Susie.
Rorie beamed with pride. "He's growing up so quickly. And he's such a happy baby, but he's always trying to get his little hands on everything."
Sure enough, Lyric reached out for the rest of Rorie’s stroopwafel
"Uh-uh little man," she said playfully, moving the treat out of his reach. "You're not quite ready for that yet."
Lyric cried out in protest. “No!”
Toto chuckled. "Looks like Lyric inherited his father's sweet tooth."
"Unfortunately, yes," Rorie laughed uneasily as she tried to placate her whining son. He wriggled in her arms, so she decided to put him down on the floor and give him a snack from her diaper bag. "Just one though, okay?"
Lyric replied with a defiant "No!" before grabbing the treat and toddling over to Jack.
"So sassy but so cute," Rorie commented bemusedly at the whole situation. “He also gets that from his father.”
"What about me?" Lewis asked as he entered the motorhome. He had just finished a meeting with his engineers, and seeing his family was a welcome sight. "Hey beautiful," Lewis greeted Rorie with a kiss on the lips before turning to Lyric with a big grin. "And hello my little man!"
Lyric giggled in response as Lewis tickled his stomach lightly.
We were just talking about how much Lyric takes after you with his sweet tooth and sassy attitude.”
Lewis chuckled. “Well, I can’t deny that, he’s my son through and through.”
“He definitely has your charm,” Toto added with a grin.
Lyric reached out for his father, wanting to be held. Lewis happily obliged, scooping him up and settling him on his hip.
“So, what have you guys been up to?” Lewis asked as he took a seat next to Rorie on the couch.
“We were just catching up and having some stroopwafels,” Susie answered, offering Lewis one from the bag she had brought.
“Thanks, Susie,” Lewis said gratefully as he took the treat. “Jack and Lyric getting along well?”
“They are inseparable when they’re together,” Rorie replied with a smile. “It’s so cute seeing them together.”
“Jack is learning a lot from you, Lewis,” Toto commented, proud of his son and the relationship he had with his hero.
Lewis shrugged modestly. “I just try to be a good role model for him.”
“Well, it’s working because Jack wants to be just like you when he grows up,” Susie said sincerely.
Lewis grinned from ear to ear. “That means a lot coming from you guys.”
The sound of engines revving in the distance became more pronounced as the afternoon steadily wore on, signaling the start of the Dutch Grand Prix. The paddock was bustling with activity as everyone prepared for the big race.
As the minutes ticked down before lights out, Lewis got dressed in his racing suit. He double-checked all his gear, making sure everything was in its proper place as he mentally prepared himself for the intense race ahead.
Lyric, who was comfortably nestled in his father's arms, looked up at Lewis with adoration shining in his eyes.
"Ready to see daddy in action, little man?" Lewis asked with a smile as he bounced his son gently inside the team’s garage. It was a tradition for Lewis to spend a few minutes with Lyric before every race. It helped him relax and take his mind off the pressure of competing.
Lyric let out a happy squeal in response, causing some of the mechanics to chuckle at the adorable scene between father and son.
"Looks like you have your biggest fan right here," Bono commented with a grin as he watched Lyric playfully tug on one of Lewis's braids.
“I believe I do,” Lewis smiled proudly at Lyric before turning back to get into race mode. He placed an AirPod in his left ear, turning his music on the highest setting possible then hit shuffle on his Race Weekend playlist. Bopping his head to the music, Lewis paced around the garage with Lyric perched on his hip, trying desperately to not make eye contact with the various cameras that surrounded them.
Between the usual F1 media and the camera crew from Netflix, the garage was somewhat filled today; a bit too much for his personal liking, yet fortunately, all of the cameras kept a comforting distance. Though Lewis had an inkling of pride of having footage of these moments with his son during race weekend, Rorie still remained a tad apprehensive with having Lyric in the spotlight.
Silverstone Grand Prix changed their original plan of privacy a little, with some grainy pictures of their son’s face appearing on the internet, thus they had to compromise – allowing pictures and videos to be taken, within reason of course, by various media outlets during races.
The sound of engines revving outside grew louder and more intense as the cars began to line up on the grid.
"I have to go now, little man," Lewis said regretfully as he handed Lyric back to Rorie so she could take him out of the garage before it got too noisy and chaotic.
Rorie gave her husband a kiss on the lips before leaving with Lyric to watch the race inside the paddock club.
Lewis took one last deep breath and focused on the task at hand - winning another Grand Prix, which was proving to be difficult due to the awful car they had this season. After this year, he never wanted to see this model ever again. Between the unpredictability and imbalances, Lewis was beyond the point of being frustrated and his focus was just making it through the remainder of the races.
Nevertheless, the show must go on.
He removed his AirPod and placed it in the designated case then handed his electronics off to Bono for safekeeping. After that, he put on the halo and his helmet. Climbing into his car, Lewis stood on the seat to adjust himself before eventually settling down. With a thumbs up for final confirmation to his team, he drove the car from the garage and onto the grid.
Lewis’ breaths came out in labored pants as he awaited for the familiar sound of "lights out".
When the signal echoed through the circuit and the adrenaline rush kicked in, Lewis's heart raced as he revved his engine, pushing onto the gas pedal at full throttle. The cars ahead of him began to move faster as they approached the first turn, and Lewis followed suit, leaning into the turn as he maneuvered the vehicle with expertise.
His car sliced through the corners, his focus unwavering amidst the chaotic ballet of speed and skill, and Lewis felt a surge of determination course through his veins with each overtake and lap.
Meanwhile, in the luxury of the paddock club, Rorie stood front and center of the large television, her heart pounding in sync with the roar of the engines below. She cradled Lyric in her arms as the toddler rested peacefully on her shoulder, watching with bated breath as Lewis navigated the twists and turns of the circuit with unmatched precision.
"Come on, baby,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thunderous noise of the venue. "You've got this, baby.”
Pride and adoration shone in her eyes as she witnessed her husband's mastery on display, a testament to his unwavering passion and commitment to his craft as he overtook one driver after another, somehow managing to go from P13 to P6.
“Come on, get this fuckin’ podium, baby,” she cheered, bouncing on the balls of her feet. The entire ordeal was edging to the max and Rorie couldn't shake the gnawing sense of apprehension that lingered in the back of her mind. With every daring maneuver Lewis executed, she felt a pang of fear tighten around her heart, a reminder of the inherent risks that came with his chosen profession.
Yet, even amidst her worries, she couldn't deny the undeniable thrill that pulsed through her veins, mingling with the electric atmosphere of the paddock club.
"Go, Lewis, go!" she cheered, her voice rising slightly above the din of the crowd. In that moment, as she held their son close and watched her husband chase his dreams on the track, Rorie knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be—bound together by love, courage, and the unbreakable spirit of a racing family. And when he finally reached the checkered flag, three places below a podium, Rorie rooted for him just the same as she would if he won the Grand Prix.
However, a nearby Verstappen fan couldn't resist chiming in. "Why cheer for him? He didn't win," he remarked snidely, pointing to Max Verstappen's victory.
Rorie turned to the fan, a hint of sass in her voice and a smirk playing on her lips as her eyes slowly scanned the disheveled-looking man. "Oh honey," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "you do not know who you’re starting with. Talk to me again when Max becomes the face of F1. And besides," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "who needs a first-place finish when you’re the fuckin’ GOAT?”
With a flick of her hair, she turned away from the fan, her unwavering support for her husband shining brighter than ever as she sashayed out of the paddock club to parc ferme. After waiting for ten or so minutes, Lewis appeared, making a beeline to a waiting journalist for his post-race interview, his mind still buzzing from the intensity of the race. As he approached, the journalist greeted him with a smile, ready to delve into the events of the day.
"Hey Lewis, tough race out there," the journalist began, holding out the microphone.
"Yeah, it was a challenging one for sure," Lewis replied, his voice tinged with exhaustion as he wiped his face with a towel.
"Let's talk about those last few laps. You were making some incredible moves out there, starting from P13 and finding your way to P6. What was going through your mind?"
Lewis paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before responding. "Honestly, I was just trying to stay focused and push as hard as I could. Every position counts, especially on a track like this."
Before the journalist could ask another question, a small voice interrupted from behind them. "Dada!"
Turning around, Lewis's face broke into a grin as he spotted his son, Lyric, grinning at him from his mother’s arms not too far away.
“Dada! Hi!” the toddler said with a happy wave.
"Hey there, little man," Lewis chuckled. "Sorry about that," he said, turning back to the journalist. "Looks like someone wanted to say hi."
The journalist couldn't help but smile at the heartwarming scene unfolding before him. "No worries at all," he replied, his tone softening. "That was actually quite adorable. How does it feel to have your son cheering you on, even after a challenging race like today?"
Lewis's eyes softened as he looked at Lyric, his heart swelling with pride. "It means everything," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "No matter how tough things get on the track, knowing that I have my family supporting me every step of the way gives me the strength to keep pushing forward. I couldn't ask for anything more."
The journalist nodded, touched by Lewis's heartfelt words. "Well, it's clear that you have an incredible support system behind you. And speaking of support, your fans have been rallying behind you all season. What would you like to say to them after today's race?"
"To all my fans out there," Lewis began, his voice carrying a note of appreciation, "thank you for sticking by me through thick and thin. Your unwavering support means the world to me, and I promise to keep fighting for you every time I step onto the track. Today might not have been our day, but with your continued support, I know that we'll bounce back stronger than ever. So, thank you, from the bottom of my heart."
With a final smile at the journalist, he turned to leave, making his way over to his family, and scooping up his son. The cameras absolutely adored this, and tried to take as many pictures as possible as the Hamiltons meandered through the congested paddock.
“It’s the beginning of another great race weekend and we’re in Monza for the Italian Grand Prix!”
Monza held a special place in Rorie's heart, not just because of its rich racing history, but also because it was where she and Lewis had said their vows in a picturesque ceremony at Villa Reale di Monza. Surrounded by close friends and family as well as the beauty of Italy, it was a moment she would always cherish. Things seemed to be falling into place for Rorie - her article for Bustle was receiving positive feedback, she had been invited to some shows during New York Fashion Week, and there were other exciting opportunities on the horizon.
On her way to Monza after dropping off Lyric with Nina, Rorie made a stop in Milan to spend time with Hailey, shop a little, and enjoy lunch together. Although buying overtly expensive items wasn't her thing, Rorie couldn't resist treating herself to something special from Hermes to celebrate her current successes.
The roar of the crowd brought Rorie back to reality. With Lewis starting at P8, she was praying for a miracle, hoping that he would get a podium. She beamed with pride as she watched her husband expertly navigate his car around the track, overtaking his competitors one by one. With each passing lap, her excitement mounted and she couldn't help but dance in her seat. The entire garage was filled with tension and anxiety as Lewis climbed up in the rankings.
But in a split second, disaster struck.
As Lewis attempted to overtake Oscar Piastri, they were side-by-side through Curva Grande, fighting for every inch of space before they soon made contact at the chicane.
Oscar's front wing sustained damage, forcing him to make a pit stop. With his adrenaline pumping, Lewis pushed himself harder than ever before.
"Fuck, didn't see him," Lewis muttered over the radio. Rorie's heart raced at his words, but she tried not to let it show on her face. Instead, she clenched her jaw in frustration - things were not going according to plan.
“You need to box after this lap,” noted Bono as he sat along with the rest of the engineers. “New tyres.”
"Alright," her husband responded.
Leaning over to Bono, she asked, "Will he receive a penalty for this?"
"Yes," Bono replied sadly. "The FIA mentioned a five-second penalty."
“Fuck me,” she groaned with an eye roll just as Lewis was pulling into the pit lane for his tyre change.
"Five second penalty, Lewis," Bono confirmed.
“Fuck me,” was Lewis' response as he sped out of the pits. "I swear I didn't see him; he was in my blind spot."
"I know, I know. Let's just focus on finishing the race," Bono said softly, trying to calm him.
Once the checkered flag flew, Lewis crossed the finish line in sixth place. It was an nice recovery from starting at P8, but it wasn't enough to secure a podium finish.
“I’m sorry,” Lewis said as he climbed out of his car and walked towards her. He looked defeated and exhausted, but Rorie could see the fire still burning in his eyes. She smiled softly and wrapped her arms around him.
“It’s not your fault, baby,” she whispered reassuringly, trying to comfort him. “You did your best.”
Lewis leaned down and kissed her before pulling away to talk briefly to the media waiting for him. When he finished talking to the them, he walked over to Rorie with a tired but content smile on his face.
Lewis's expression softened as he looked at her. "Thank you for always being my rock," he said sincerely.
Rorie smiled and leaned up to give him another kiss before they headed back to their motorhome. As they walked back hand in hand, they were greeted by cheers from the fans who had been waiting for them outside.
“I love you, Lewis!" one fan shouted as they passed by. "You're the GOAT!"
"Thanks so much," Lewis called back with a wave, genuinely touched by their support.
Once inside their motorhome, Rorie watched as Lewis collapsed onto the couch with an exhausted sigh. She grabbed him a bottle of water and sat next to him, running her hands through his braids soothingly. Lewis closed his eyes and let out a content hum, grateful for her touch.
For awhile, despite how noticeably defeated he was, he made a few jokes. He had a habit of using humor to lighten the mood, even in tough situations.
“Seriously though, thank you for always being there for me,” Lewis said, opening his eyes and looking up at her.
“Of course, that’s what I’m here for,” Rorie replied with a smile. “Wifey for lifey.”
“Wifey for lifey.” Lewis smiled tiredly and angled his head closer onto her lap. “You know what would make it even better?” he asked playfully.
“Hmm, I wonder what,” Rorie said, sardonically as she continued to massage his temples.
“Consolation sex,” Lewis grinned mischievously.
Rorie rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But you love me,” Lewis teased, winking up at her.
Rorie leaned down and kissed him gently before pulling away with a smirk. “Yes, I do.”
“You know we still have some time before your flight in the morning…” Lewis trailed off suggestively. Rorie had a flight back home to Monaco early tomorrow morning. She was planning to spend a few days with Lyric before she had to go to New York.
Rorie raised an eyebrow at Lewis and smirked. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
Lewis gave her a crooked grin. “I’m always up for some consolation sex.”
“I know you are with your little freaky ass. I have an early flight,” Rorie reminded him, trying to be responsible. “Like a real early flight.”
“Oh come on,” Lewis pleaded playfully. “We can make it quick.”
“That’s what you always say,” Rorie teased, knowing full well that Lewis was never satisfied with just a quick session.
“Throw me a bone here, woman,” he said with puppy-dog eyes. “My car is shit and I’m not performing the way I want to perform. Can’t a man try to impregnate his wife in peace?”
Rorie shook her head at Lewis’s attempt to convince her to have sex with him.
“Fine,” she relented, giving in to his puppy-dog eyes. “But make it quick.”
Lewis grinned and wasted no time in jumping up excitedly, pulling Rorie onto his lap and kissing her passionately. “Bring that ass over here, Mrs. Hamilton.”
Rorie giggled into the kiss, knowing exactly how this would play out. “Yes, Sir.” That comment earned her a growl from Lewis.
“Don’t tease me,” he warned as he carried her towards the bedroom.
“And if I want to?” Rorie quipped as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper, feeling the familiar electricity between them. They stumbled into the bedroom, and Lewis kicked the door shut behind them and gently laid Rorie down on the bed.
“God, I miss you,” he mumbled against her lips as he began to remove her blouse.
“I miss you too,” Rorie said between kisses as she ran her hands down his torso.
“You drive me crazy, do you know that?” Lewis’ eyes never left hers as he parted her legs wider to fit in between them. “You like that shit, don’t you, baby?” He lifted a leg, leaning closer to place a soft kiss on her ankle. Rorie moaned at the tender sensation, arching her back into a bow, her lids heavy with desire as she allowed him to pull off her pants. “You know how crazy I get ‘bout you right?”
She squirmed when he kissed her bare inner thigh. “Yes…baby…I know.”
“You know?” he whispered against her thigh, inching closer and closer to her panty-clad sex. His nose glazed over her womanhood, inhaling deeply as he savored her scent. “You know I’m ‘bout to tear this shit up, right?”
Fuck, I need you right now, she thought. Words escaped her at that moment, so all she could manage to do was nod.
Chuckling softly, Lewis wasted no time in taking off the last remaining clothing that covered her bottom half, delving into her pussy with unimaginable fervor. His fingers eventually joined his tongue, exploring her moist depths as the sounds of her slickness and cries of pleasure reverberated across the room.
"Just like that, baby," she moaned and Lewis hummed in acknowledgment, which sent a buzzing sensation through her body. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her lose control. And as much as Rorie wanted to hold on to the moment forever, she also craved for the release that only Lewis could give her.
Her hands found their way to his hair, tugging and pulling as he continued his ministrations. Lewis groaned against her skin, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting from her. His fingers moved faster, his tongue working harder until Rorie's entire body trembled with pleasure.
"Fuck," she cried out as she finally reached her peak, waves of ecstasy washing over her. Lewis didn't stop though; he continued to pleasure her until she begged him to stop, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. Rorie lay on the bed, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath.
"That's a good girl," he smiled, very cockily as he moved from her to sit on his haunches. She watched him curiously as he spread her juices into his beard.
"You’re nasty as fuck," she commented breathlessly.
"What?" Lewis grinned boyishly. “This shit helps the beard get fuller.”
"No, it doesn't," she stated matter-of-factly. “There’s no scientific proof that pussy fluids does that.”
“Mind your business, woman,” Lewis chuckled, pulling her to him.
Their lips met in a passionate embrace, his tongue teasing hers as he explored her mouth. As they kissed, Rorie could taste herself on his lips and it only made her want him more. She moaned into his mouth, lost in the moment and the intensity of their chemistry.
"Shit's good, huh?" he murmured against her lips before nipping at her lower lip. "You taste like nirvana."
“Nirvana? Really?”
“Yes.”
"You're such a weirdo," she teased as she straddled him.
"I'm a weirdo that knows how to please you," he countered, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Are you gonna ride this dick or are you gonna play?”
There was never a dull moment with Lewis, that was for sure. But she couldn't deny the fact that he did indeed know how to please her in ways that no one else ever had. Rorie discarded the rest of his clothing. Moving her hips against his, she grinded into his hard length before sliding fully down his shaft. Lewis groaned and bucked up into her as she picked up the pace, riding him as if there was no tomorrow.
"Fuck," he muttered, gripping her hips tighter as she rode him harder. "You're so wet for me."
"I always am," she replied breathlessly, feeling herself getting closer to another orgasm. “Only you can make me this wet.”
Lewis smirked and flipped them over so he was on top, thrusting into her with a newfound intensity. Rorie wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together in perfect sync.
"You feel so fucking good," Lewis groaned, his face inches from hers.
"You too," Rorie managed to say between moans and gasps.
Their bodies moved faster and harder, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing through the room. And just when Rorie thought she couldn't take it anymore, Lewis leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Come for me," he said huskily before biting down on her neck.
That was all it took for Rorie to shatter into a million pieces, screaming out Lewis's name as waves of pleasure washed over her once again. Lewis collapsed next to Rorie on the bed and pulled her close to him. They lay there in silence for a few minutes, just basking in each other’s warmth and presence.
“I needed that,” Lewis finally broke the silence, his voice hoarse with emotion.
“Me too,” Rorie replied, sighing happily. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
They lay together in quiet bliss for a while longer then Lewis sat up and reached for his phone on the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" Rorie asked curiously as she propped herself up on one elbow.
"I'm ordering us some food," he replied with a grin before placing an order at his team’s hospitality center. They usually had everything set up until late on race weekends to feed all the staff and crew.
Rorie laughed at his predictability but snuggled closer to him nonetheless. They were interrupted by a knock on the door not even a twenty minutes later.
"Damn, that was quick," Rorie commented as Lewis wrapped a towel around his waist to get their food.
He came back with two large containers of food and a huge smile on his face. "I told you they're getting better with everything, but honestly I don’t think it takes much to fuck up fries, hummus, and black bean burgers.”
"Wow, you really went all out," Rorie said as she opened one of the containers and took a bite of the burger.
"Well, I wanted to make sure my girl is well-fed after that workout we just had," Lewis replied with a wink.
Rorie rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "You're such a goofball."
"But you love me," Lewis teased, cupping her chin.
"Unfortunately, yes," Rorie joked, playfully swatting his hand away.
They continued to enjoy their food in comfortable silence until Lewis broke it by asking, "So what do you want to do tonight?"
"Hmm, how about we watch a movie?" Rorie suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Lewis agreed before getting up to put on some sweatpants and choosing a movie from Netflix. They cuddled up on the couch and watched the movie while finishing off their food.
“Are you gonna miss me when I’m in New York?” she wondered, batting her eyelashes adorably at him. Lewis was silent for several beats and then he shot her a look. “Lewis!”
“What?” he answered in feigned innocence, a laugh escaping him. “Oh, baby, you know I will,” he clarified in a serious tone, pulling her into his arms.
“Mmmhmm.” Rorie gave him a dismissive wave. “I don’t believe it.”
Lewis raised an eyebrow at her. “Why not?”
“Because,” she replied offhandedly, “you probably won’t have time to think about anything else but racing.”
Lewis chuckled and hugged her tighter. “That’s not true, baby. I’ll always make time for you. And that tight, wet pussy of yours.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing her to throw a balled napkin at his face.
Rorie rolled her eyes at Lewis’ playful antics and let out a laugh. She knew he was just trying to lighten the mood, but she couldn’t help the twinge of sadness she felt at the thought of her leaving for New York in a few days.
“Stop it,” she scolded with a smile.
“Sorry, sorry,” Lewis apologized, trying to contain his laughter. “I promise I’ll miss you like crazy when you’re gone.”
Rorie gave him a mock glare before snuggling back into his chest. “You better.”
“Promise me something?” he asked.
“Anything,” Rorie replied without hesitation.
“Promise me that you’ll take care of yourself and be safe,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “I know it gets crazy everywhere, but make sure you check-in with me throughout your time there.”
“I promise.”
They continued watching the movie in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence.
Rorie emerged from the taxi, taking a moment to absorb her surroundings. New York City's energy and constant bustle never failed to rejuvenate her. She still couldn't believe she was here, about to be a special guest at New York Fashion Week. Before meeting Lewis, she had only been to a few post-show parties as a regular attendee, but now she had VIP status and her entire week was filled with front row seats at top designer shows and exclusive invitations to the hottest parties.
She quickly sent a text to Lewis, letting him know that she had arrived safely. She waited for a response but when none came, she assumed he was still on the plane to Singapore.
As she made her way into the lobby of her hotel, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous about her upcoming schedule. But she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on checking in.
The concierge greeted her with a warm smile. “Welcome to The Ritz-Carlton. How may I help you?” he said.
“Checking in for Aurora Hamilton.”
The concierge typed on his computer's keyboard. “Ah, yes, Mrs. Hamilton. We just finished cleaning your suite and someone will be escorting you up there shortly.”
Rorie raised an eyebrow in confusion. “My suite?” she questioned.
“Yes, we received a last-minute request for an upgrade,” the concierge explained.
Rorie couldn’t believe it. “I’m sorry, what? Who requested an upgrade?” She only booked a room with a view of Central Park, still pricey but nothing like a suite.
Before the concierge could answer, a bellhop appeared and gestured for her to follow him. She thanked the concierge before making her way towards the elevators with the bellhop and her luggage trolley in tow.
When Rorie entered her suite, she was amazed by its spaciousness and elegance. A small dining area greeted her, followed by a large living room furnished with comfortable sofas. The floor-to-ceiling windows provided a breathtaking view of Central Park.
“Thank you for choosing The Ritz, ma’am,” the bellhop said as he finished unloading her luggage. Rorie smiled and handed him a generous tip. “Thank you,” he replied gratefully.
Without another word, he left her to her own devices. Rorie placed her shoulder bag on the dining room table then made her way to the bedroom to freshen up. As she walked into the bedroom, she let out a squeal when her eyes landed on the huge bouquet of roses on the bed.
“No fuckin’ way!”
She walked over to the bouquet of flowers and took a deep whiff as she read the card attached. No surprise that it was from her husband.
I saw that you booked a room and I had to fix that. My queen only stays in suites.
Love you Aurora Borealis and enjoy your time at NYFW.
- Your Baby Daddy
P.S. Hurry back so we can finish our job of making a sibling for Lyric.
Rorie couldn’t help but laugh at Lewis’ note. He always had a way of making her feel special and loved, even from thousands of miles away. She took a picture of the flowers and sent it to Lewis with a message thanking him for the surprise.
Rorie decided to take a quick shower before heading out to explore the city some more. As she turned on the water, her phone finally buzzed with a text from Lewis:
Just landed. Glad you’re safe and like the suite. Call you later?
She quickly typed out a reply:
Yeah. Call me whenever you’re free.
After her shower, Rorie dressed in a lounge set and sifted through emails while she waited for Lewis’ call. Around eleven in the morning, Rorie’s phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime request from her husband. Despite the time difference, and being almost midnight in Singapore, he still managed to call her.
Rorie eagerly answered and was greeted with a tired but happy-looking Lewis. “Hey, babe,” he said, his voice warm and filled with love.
“Hi, baby,” Rorie replied, her heart melting at the sight of him.
“How was your flight?” Lewis asked as he settled into bed, propping himself up against the headboard.
“It was good. No delays or anything.” Rorie replied as she made herself comfortable on the couch in her suite.
“That’s good to hear. How’s the hotel?” Lewis asked, glancing around at the luxurious surroundings behind Rorie.
“It’s amazing. Thank you for surprising me with the suite.” Rorie smiled gratefully at her husband.
“I know how much you love your space and comfort. Plus, it’s only fitting for my queen to stay in a suite,” Lewis said with a smirk, making Rorie laugh.
They chatted for a while longer before Lewis announced that he needed to get some sleep since he had an early start in the morning. As they said their goodbyes and ‘I love yous’, Rorie couldn’t help but feel grateful for having such a loving and supportive husband.
Rorie decided to take advantage of her free time and explore the city. She started by walking through Central Park, taking in its beauty and serenity. She then made her way to Fifth Avenue to do some shopping.
As she walked into one of her favorite designer stores, she was greeted by friendly staff who recognized her from previous visits. After trying on several outfits and discussing options with one of the sales associates, she finally settled on a stunning red dress that hugged her curves perfectly.
Feeling satisfied with her purchase, Rorie continued exploring Fifth Avenue before heading back to the hotel to get ready for dinner with KiKi and some other friends. They decided to go to TAO Downtown for dinner. Rorie arrived at the restaurant and was greeted by KiKi and their friends with enthusiastic hugs. The group settled into their table, surrounded by plush velvet booths and dimly lit lanterns.
“Girl! You really out here doing big things!” KiKi exclaimed proudly at her beloved friend. “Thank you for the shoutout in your Bustle interview. Business has been crazy!”
Rorie smiled humbly, "You’re welcome, sweetie, and thank you."
The group ordered a variety of dishes to share, catching up on each other’s lives and reminiscing about old times.
After dinner, they headed to a rooftop bar nearby for drinks and dancing. They sipped on cocktails and danced under the stars, and it was nearing midnight when Rorie decided it was time to call it a night. Her body clock was still adjusting to the time difference, and she didn’t want to be exhausted for her first day of fashion shows tomorrow.
Couple Days Later....
Fashion Show. Photoshoot for a campaign. Meeting. Another meeting. Party. Fashion Show. Interview. Party.
Rorie’s schedule was packed for the week. Thus far, she attended three shows: Kate Spade, Brandon Maxwell, and Ulla Johnson. Tonight, she was attending the Khaite fashion show. The Khaite fashion show was held at a beautiful, ornate mansion in the Upper East Side. Rorie arrived early to ensure she could catch up with designer, Catherine Holstein.
As she walked through the doors of the mansion, she was greeted by the sounds of live music and the smell of fresh flowers. The venue was stunning, with high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers and marble floors.
Rorie found Catherine backstage, busy making finishing touches to her models' outfits. She hugged Rorie excitedly before showing her around and introducing her to some of the other attendees.
The show began shortly after, with Rorie seated in the front row amongst other A-list celebrities. She watched in awe as the models strutted down the runway in stunning pieces from Catherine’s collection. The designs were elegant, yet modern, and Rorie could see herself wearing many of them for future events.
After the show ended, Rorie posed for the paparazzi, flashing her most glamorous smile and striking a few poses. She knew these pictures would be all over the media tomorrow. Making her way out of the mansion, Rorie was stopped by a group of fans who wanted to take pictures with her. She happily obliged, feeling grateful for their support before hopping into her waiting SUV to be driven to yet another afterparty.
The afterparty was hosted at a popular hot spot in the Meatpacking District and filled with top models, designers, and other notable figures in the industry. The music was loud, and the drinks were flowing as Rorie mingled and caught up with everyone.
As she made her way to the bar for another drink, her phone began to vibrate with an incoming FaceTime call from Lewis. She made her a beeline to the balcony of the party venue, eager for a quiet place to catch up with her busy husband.
“Hey baby,” Rorie greeted him with a smile, admiring his handsome face on the screen.
“Hey beautiful,” Lewis replied, returning her smile. “How’s your day been?”
“It’s been amazing,” Rorie gushed, taking in the sights and sounds of New York City in the background. “I’ve attended some incredible shows today and met some amazing people. I've been keeping updated on everything. How do you feel about quali today?"
Lewis smiled at her question, knowing that she was always supportive and interested in his career. “I feel really good about it. I’ve been practicing hard and I think I have a good chance at qualifying well.”
Rorie nodded, impressed by his determination and dedication. “I have no doubt that you’ll do amazing. I wish you could be here with me though,” Rorie sighed wistfully.
“I know, baby,” Lewis said sympathetically. “But we’ll have plenty of time together after this hectic week is over.”
Rorie's phone rang, indicating another call, and it was Yael on the line. At the same time, Lewis’ phone chirped repeatedly from receiving texts.
"Baby, I have to take this," she said. "Yael keeps calling me about something."
"That's strange," Lewis remarked. "Penni won't stop texting me either. Let me call you back, my love."
Rorie quickly ended the FaceTime call with Lewis and answered Yael’s call. "Hey, what’s going on?" she asked.
"Rorie, we have a problem," Yael said urgently. "Penni and I have been on the phone for the last three hours trying to stop this, but we can’t."
Rorie felt her heart drop. "What happened? Is everything okay?"
"No, it's not okay," Yael replied. "The Sun just posted a story about your family. Something about an affair between your mother and her former boss."
"What do you mean they posted a story?" Rorie asked, feeling confused and a tad irritated.
"I mean exactly that," Yael said with frustration evident in her voice. "Someone leaked this story to them and now it's blowing up all over social media."
A feeling of despair washed over Rorie as she considered the repercussions this could have on her family. She had never had any contact with her biological father, and there were countless reasons for that. One being his irresponsibility and refusal to acknowledge her existence, despite being just as involved in the affair as her mother. But all that didn't matter, because her stepfather stepped up as a father figure and provided for her and her sister. Rorie never held her mother's mistake against her, but that didn't mean she wanted the whole world to know about it.
"We've been trying to do damage control, but it's spreading like wildfire," Yael said. "That’s not the worst of it though."
Rorie had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she listened to Yael's words. "What else is there?" she asked, dreading the answer.
"They were snooping around in your health records. They know about Lyric," Yael said, gravely. "I mean his full name, how he was conceived, everything, but they way there are twisting it…Jesus Christ, it’s fucking disgusting."
"What should I do?" Rorie asked desperately.
"We need you to come back to the hotel immediately," Yael said firmly. "We'll figure out our next steps from there."
Feeling overwhelmed and anxious, Rorie rushed out of the party and made her way back to the hotel as fast as she could. She tried calling Lewis on the way, but he didn't answer.
Once she arrived at the hotel, she was bombarded by reporters and paparazzi asking for a statement about the leaked information.
"I have no comment at this time," Rorie managed to say before being ushered inside by members of her team.
In their suite, Yael briefed Rorie on what had happened so far while mentioning that Penni was working on damage control.
"We're doing everything we can to contain this," Yael stated. "Obviously, this is a huge privacy violation. Penni spoke with your and Lewis’ lawyers—"
"Lawyers?" Rorie interrupted with surprise. "Why do we need lawyers? Did Lewis agree to this?"
Yael looked at her in disbelief. "You don't see this as a potential legal issue? Your personal information and your child's information was leaked without your consent."
Rorie felt a wave of panic wash over her. She hadn't even thought about the legal implications of this situation, she was too focused on the emotional toll it would take on her family.
"But we don't know who leaked it," Rorie said, feeling overwhelmed. "We only know that it was The Sun, correct?"
"Yes, but we have some leads. Nothing concrete yet," Yael replied. "And the story they published about your parentage is really fucked."
Rorie's heart sank as she thought about how this would affect her mother and stepfather. They had worked so hard to build their reputation and now it was being tarnished by tabloids.
"Have you talked to them yet?" Rorie asked, feeling guilty for not being able to protect them from this.
"I've been trying, but they're avoiding my calls," Yael said grimly. "I don't blame them, I wouldn't want to talk to me either if I were in their shoes. You should give them a call later."
"Yeah, I should. Fuck me." Feeling helpless and overwhelmed, Rorie slumped onto the couch in her suite. She couldn't believe how quickly things had spiraled out of control.
"Okay, let's go over our plan," Yael said, trying to stay focused.
"Plan?" Rorie asked confused.
"Yes, our damage control plan," Yael replied firmly. "We need to get ahead of this story before it gets even more out of hand."
Rorie nodded and listened as Yael outlined their plan of action. They would release a statement threatening legal action against anyone who violated her privacy and released this information.
Once her meeting with Yael was over, she spoke with her parents, who were understandably upset about the leaked information. They were worried about their reputation, but ultimately how this would affect Rorie and Lewis.
"We'll get through this together," Rorie assured them over the phone, fighting back tears.
"I just can't believe someone would do this to you," her stepfather, Greg sighed. "We'll have our lawyers look into it as well."
Rorie appreciated their support, but she couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. Someone close to her must have been involved in leaking the information.
"How are you holding up, honey?" her mother, Marian, wondered. "They’re so nasty towards you about your IVF journey. Lord knows the pain you and Lewis went through in order to have Lyric…and they…I-I’m so sorry, Aurora."
Rorie took a deep breath, trying to hold back her emotions. "It's okay, Mom. We've been through worse," she said, though she didn't quite believe it herself.
"How’s Lewis? We didn’t hear from him yet," wondered Greg.
"He’s still speaking with Penni and our lawyers. He sent me a text not that long ago. I should be getting a call from him soon."
After her conversation with her parents, Rorie spent the rest of the night in a daze. She couldn't believe that someone had invaded her privacy and used her struggles with fertility against her. And to make matters worse, they were now dragging her family through the mud as well. As she lay in bed that night, unable to sleep, Rorie's mind raced with questions: Who could have done this? And why now?
She promised herself that whoever was responsible would face the severe consequences. Rorie never played games when it came to protecting her family, especially when it involved her child.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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SONGS TO WRITE MY MUSE !!
WHETHER IT BE MELODIES THAT GIVE YOU INSPIRATION FOR YOUR MUSE OR SONGS THAT GET YOU INTO THE WRITING MOOD — PICK 10 SONGS YOU FIND TO GIVE YOU THE URGE , THE DRIVE , OR THE CREATIVITY TO WRITE FOR YOUR MUSE !!
Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton.
Good For Goodness - Britain Ashford.
This is not a land of kings - Gelsey Bell.
Enchanted - Taylor Swift.
Helpless - Hamilton.
I Have Confidence - The Sound of Music.
Burn - Hamilton.
Jolene (but it’s gay) - written by Dolly Parton covered in the most bi way by Reinairy.
First Burn - Shoba Narayan et others.
Still into you - Paramore.
Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip, Phillips.
Betsey.
Alexander x Eliza.
Borrowed from: @honorhearted. 💕
Tagging: @curseconsumed (your choice), @wiedzmacienia, @annastrxng (either Mrs. Strong or your Mary Floyd - I’m curious), @fromnevis, @firstmategod & @audaciiae (your choice). 💕
( I will not lie, I was tempted to do this with my Benjamin Tallmadge, but, that playlist is upwards of 10 hours counting my amrev -> period accurate playlist… so, Betsey it is. )
Ben.
1775-1784.
#muse: eliza schuyler-hamilton#about / to confide or confess#music / aren’t brainy people obtuse!#tag games#dash games#for skill in music named / queue
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Blow us all away
Part 3 of the Hamilton Musical x Drarry fic that no one asked for!
Part 2 here and Part 1 there
Draco’s hands shook and bile rose in his throat. He had to be wrong, he had to be. Nothing but a trick of the mind could explain Harry Potter and Ron Weasley’s faces sitting in the front row of his show. It was intermission now, and he had no idea how he’d get through the rest of the performance knowing Potter was right there.
Playing out their rivalry and every feeling he’d felt through the war and its aftermath was a cathartic release—better than therapy. Hell, even better than sex (not that he’d had much of that). Seb was a worthy opponent as they both fought for the love and admiration of their audience, but Seb was so fucking jolly. Brilliant and cocky, Hamilton without the trauma. More Phillip than Alexander. His light burned bright, but Potter’s smoldered. It always had, and Draco missed the sizzle of that fire.
Once again Draco felt consumed by that flame. Icarus edging towards the sun, begging to get burned. But he didn’t go to Potter, Potter came to him. He’d never admit it, but he’d fantasized about this moment. Not Potter at his show, that was too much of a fantasy. Potter was not cultured enough for that. But Potter in the streets of New York in a worn out hoodie. Draco in his tailored suit. They’d recognize each other on a sidewalk, and Draco would invite Potter for a coffee and spend a good couple of hours apologizing to the man and explaining the extent of his remorse.
But the universe was never that kind to Draco Malfoy.
Seb slithered out of a corner, buttoning his pants. He flashed a sly smile to Draco then frowned when he registered Draco’s state.
“Baby boy, don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup!” He ran over and wrapped his muscular arms around Draco. The smell of sex and dry cleaned costume wafted off of him.
“Your sweat will ruin my makeup.” Draco wiggled away.
Daveed swaggered in with a huge grin on his face. “Did you see that ginger—front row?”
Draco groaned and hid his face in his hands.
“Ah, you know him and his four-eyed companion, then?” Seb said knowingly. That was another thing that made Seb different from Harry, he was too fucking perceptive. “It’s him, isn’t it?”
Draco nodded, his hands still covering his face.
“The Harry Potter? Your Alexander Hamilton?” Daveed looked off into the distance, squinting one eye, then looked back at Seb. “I guess I can see the resemblance.”
“Draco, love. You play Aaron Burr, but you’re not him. You don’t have to take your regrets to the grave,” Seb said softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Draco’s back.
Draco’s hands fell to his sides, but he kept his gaze low. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to face him, though. To say all I need to.”
“Lord.” Daveed rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to—you can show him. Vomit your sadness and apologies to him on stage. He’s close enough for a direct hit.”
Draco chuckled. “Gross.”
A voice called for places over the backstage speaker. Draco stood shakily but smiled to his friends. They were right. This was his chance—his shot—to finally repent for his wrongs and show contrition to the one person who needed to see it most.
“How will I ever repay you to for helping me get through this?”
“Lemme have that ginger.” Daveed smiled wolfishly.
“GROSS.” Draco shuddered.
“Buckle up boys, we’re invading England tonight!”
Part 4
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From my beloved @mouthoftheocean
Optional tag: Music-fiends, you know who you are.
1. a song you can listen to on repeat
Red Right Hand || Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Whatever It Takes || Imagine Dragons
2. a song from one of your favorite albums
Alive || Pearl Jam - 10
Levon || Elton John - Madman Across the Water
3. a song you loved when you were a teenager or kid
Mr Brownstone || Guns N Roses
Me and Bobby McGee || Janis Joplin
The End || The Doors
4. a song that makes you feel strong
The Warrior Song - Leviathan || Sean Householder
Wolf Totem || The Hu
5. a song that makes you sad
Indian Sunset || Elton John
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald || Gordon Lightfoot
Pirate’s Plea || The Musical Blades
6. a song that cheers you up
Can’t Stop || Red Hot Chili Peppers
Mwahahahah || Ookla the Mok
Survivor Evolved || Neebs Gaming ft. JT Music
{{RIP Thick44}}
7. a song that reminds you of your friend(s)
Lux Aeterna || Clint Mansell
Throw Your Arms Around Me || Hunters and Collectors
Sugar in the Hold || The Jolly Rogers
Friends in Low Places || Garth Brooks
9. a song that reminds you of yourself
Texas Longhorn || Django Walker
Closer to the Heart || Rush
A Pirate Looks At Forty || Jimmy Buffet
10. a song that brings back good memories
Get the Funk Out || Extreme
Amarillo By Morning || George Strait
Sex Type Thing || Stone Temple Pilots {feel free to ask why}
11. a song that grew on you
Smooth Criminal || Alien Ant Farm {cover}
On a Boat || The Lonely Island
12. a song from a musical
Music of the Night || Michael Crawford - Phantom of the Opera
Right Hand Man || Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles - Hamilton
You’ll Be Back || Jonathan Young - Hamilton
Falcon in the Dive || Terry Mann - The Scarlet Pimpernel
Into the Fire || Douglas Sills and Original Broadway Cast - The Scarlet Pimpernel
Madame Guillotine || Original Broadway Cast - The Scarlet Pimpernel
Stars || Phillip Quast as Javert - Les Miserables
13. a song with a great music video
Sweep the Leg || No More Kings
Jack Sparrow || The Lonely Island
14. a song that’s better as a cover
Temple of Love || Johnny Hollow
The Plagues || Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles -Prince of Egypt
Old Town Road || Richaad EB and Jonathan Young
15. a song that’s better acoustic
Down in a Hole || Alice in Chains
Radioactive || Daughtry {cover}
16. a song with great lyrics
Anybody Listening? || Queensryche
Comfortably Numb || Pink Floyd
17. a song for summer
Santeria || Sublime
When the Sun Goes Down || Kenny Chesney
Toes || Zac Brown Band
18. a song for heartache
Snuff || Corey Taylor {Slipknot}
Fuck You || Cee Lo Green and Daryl Hall
19. a song for car rides
Life is a High Way || Rascal Flatts
Free Fallin’ || Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Calypso || John Denver
20. a song for the rain
Featherstone || Paper Kites
What Kind of Love || Childish Gambino
Nocturne #20 in C Sharp Minor || Chopin
21. a song for dancing
Can’t Dance || Cooper Allen
Rodeo || Garth Brooks
What I Love About Sundays || Craig Morgan
22. a song for making out
Hole-Hearted || Extreme
More than Whiskey in Mind || Christian Kane
Bad Romance || Lady Gaga
23. a song for a lover
Hallelujah || Jeff Buckley
A Thousand Years || Christina Perri
I’ll Be || Edwin McCain
24. a song from before you were born
White Rabbit || Jefferson Airplane
Killer Queen || Queen
25. a song from a band that’s no longer together
Blow Up The Outside World || Soundgarden
Big Empty || Stone Temple Pilots
26. a song you’ve seen live
Operation LIVEcrime || Queensryche {{yes the whole album/show}}
27. a song you want to see live
Hollywood Pirate || The Musical Blades
House Rules || Christian Kane
28. a song by a band you don’t usually like
Bang Bang || Jessie J, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj
29. a song you recommend
Montero || Lil Nas X
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Give your opinion on all the Hamilton ships i PM'ed you. GO!
oh okay here we go
Burr x Hercules: No
Burr x Theodosia: They were canon irl so they get points for that!
Burr x Laurens: No
Burr x Angelica: like a 5/10. I'm neutral
Burr x Maria: They never met??
John Church x Angelica: 10/10. They were in love and eloped
Dolly x Madison: Again married irl
Eliza x Laurens x Hamilton: 0/10
Hamilton x Burr: 9/10. I love them
Hamilton x Seabury: 1/10
Hamilton x Angelica: 0/10. She's too good for him
Hamilton x Lafayette: its okay
Hamilton x Eliza: Loses points cause Alex cheated. 8/10 cause married irl
Jefferson x Hamilton x Laurens: NOOOO
Jefferson x Hamilton: 100/10. My OTP
Jefferson x Addams: No
Jefferson x Madison: I don't mind it
Jefferson x Peggy: don't really see it
King George x Samuel Seabury: 0/10 I don't know why people ship this
Jefferson x Lafayette: No. They were just bros
Lafayette x Adrienne: Married irl
Lafayette x Hamilton x Laurens: No
Laurens x Hamilton: EW NO KILL IT WITH FIRE! (historically its pretty cool but Lams shippers have ruined it, plus I just hate character John Laurens)
Laurens x Lafayette: No
Laurens x Angelica: No
Lee x Burr: No
Lee x Seabury: Why is this a ship?
Lee x Laurens: No
Laurens x Peggy: No
Madison x Hamilton: 8/10. It's cute
Maria x Angelica: No
Maria x Eliza: huge ehhhh idk
Maria x Peggy: No
Hercules x Lafayette: its popular but i have mixed feelings
Peggy x Hercules: hmmmmmm
Eacker x Phillip: I'd rather die tbh
Phillip x Theodosia: 10/10. Imagine if Burr and Hamilton were related lol
Seabury x Burr: wtf
Theodosia x Eliza: No
Jefferson x Martha: his wife irl who he was also distantly related to
Jefferson x Angelica: i hc Thomas as gay but if he liked women this would be a total 8.
Washington x Lafaytte: No
Washington x King George: wtf
Washington x Martha Washington: Again married irl
Washington x Hamilton: 7/10
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