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"lemme get a mcpick 2" - laura probably

Reblog if you want your body to be modified into an eldritch horror creature with many limbs.

hey! if it’s not too much, could you write some poly abi/nick/emma :0 anything works, maybe werewolves if that’s okay! your writing is really amazing :)

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much <3 It means the world to me that you guys love reading what I write :D Your ask seriously made my day so I'm hoping you enjoy what I've written haha

One good thing about being previously infected was that Abi was able to tell how her partners were feeling just before the full moon. She didn't have to see the bags under Nick's eyes, or the paleness of Emma's skin to know that something was wrong. She could just tell, feel it even. It crawled across her skin and feasted on her nerves, leaving her body tingling and sore.

Even if Nick and Emma hadn't been cured of their werewolf infections, the least Abi could do was be there for them the day before the full moon. So that's what she did. It had become a monthly tradition for them to stay a night or two at her place. Emma often driving twelve hours just to get there and be with them, compared to Nick's four. But the distance didn't matter, they loved each other too much to let it get in the way.

This time, Abi had spent the day with them having a Mario Kart competition. Emma, ever the secret pro at the game, had always managed to bribe a kiss out of her or Nick whenever she won. Abi loved it though, and so did Nick. Emma would often joke about them being part-tomato because they were always in a constant state of red around her. But then again, so was she.

For dinner, Nick had made pizza, surprising them with a dessert one as well. This one had been loaded with chocolate sauce and marshmallows, and Abi hadn't been able to stop herself from bouncing up and down, squealing excitedly when she saw him making it. He had wrapped his arms around her, skin the temperature of a furnace as he stared down at her with loving amber eyes. She had learnt not to be scared of them anymore.

Nick leaned into her, whispering into her ear, "I've never made this before, but I really wanted to give it a try. I remember you saying how much you loved it."

She giggled and kissed him, "You didn't have to do that for me, but I appreciate it anyways."

"Of course he did," Emma slung her arms around them, laying a kiss on the tips of their noses. "Because he loves you and wants to see you happy. Especially after all you do for us. We both love you, Abi."

She beamed at her partners, happiness clearing her vision and making it brighter, filling her mind with sweetness and adoration for them, "I love you guys too."

To round off their day together and ease into the early evening, they had decided to put on a movie. Emma had grown an absolute fascination for them since what had happened at Hackett's Quarry, and decided to put on Scream. Nick, on the other hand, had developed an intense fear of them, and often sat in between her and Abi, clutching their hands and hiding in one of their shoulders whenever he got scared. She found it adorable, often peppering his cheek with kisses to calm him down as Emma smiled adoringly at them.

It seemed that the full moon didn't want them to see the ending to the movie, because when they had around twenty minutes left, Nick cleared his throat and hunched over. Abi had rubbed his back, looking over at Emma worryingly, trying to gauge her reaction, "Do we need to save it for tomorrow, sweetie?"

"N-No, I can hold on," He grunted, clearly lying as he struggled against it. "It's only a bit longer."

Emma took his hand, pulling him off the couch, "Nick, you shouldn't push yourself for us."

Abi followed them as she watched her partners walk towards the basement, "She's right. Emma and I have seen it a million times. You matter more than a movie."

Nick spun around, smiling sadly at her, tears brimming in his eyes, "I promise we'll finish it either way."

She walked over and took his hand, squeezing it and kissing him on the lips, "I know. Try not to be too loud tonight, Wolf-Man. I don't want the neighbours complaining again."

He cackled in amusement, giving her one back, "You should be telling Emma that. From what you've said, she's the one to rile me up."

Emma gasped, feigning shock and putting a hand to her lips, "I do no such thing! I am innocent in this situation! You take that back!"

"Not unless you can beat me in getting chained up, first," He bolted down the stairs, turning around to grin cheekily at them when he had reached the bottom. "Better hurry, Emma! Or else I won't!"

"Such a threat, Nick. Such a threat," She rolled her eyes affectionately. She kissed Abi goodbye, her tone taking on an uncharacteristic seriousness, "Take care, we'll see you in the morning."

Abi stroked her cheek, enjoying the way her flushed skin turned an even brighter shade, "I'll be here first thing. Now, go and get wild, She-Wolf."

Emma sighed jokingly, "I hate the nicknames you give us."

"You got any better ones?"

"...No."

"Exactly."

She giggled, wrapping Abi in a final hug, "I love you, and Nick."

"I love you guys too."

Nick yelled from where he had chained himself in the basement, "And I love you guys as well! But I'm afraid that Emma has lost the competition."

"Dammit!" The taller woman raced down the stairs. "Cheater! It's not fair if you start without me!"

Abi laughed at their banter, shutting the door and locking it. Even if it pained her to do so once a month, she knew that she would see them again in the morning. Just like she always did.

Dammit it keeps autocorrecting me, I meant to put crafting the letters

I wonder who my favourite the quarry character is

lycaon's curse

even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the moon is shining bright.

given how the game did nick dirty on account of making him a basic plot-explaining tool, I'm gonna go ahead and headcanon a whole lycaon-the-first-werewolf-related greek au for him and yes, there are curses, mischief, gods and goddesses

so, some history first. lycaon, an arcadian king, is considered to be the first werewolf, and though sources differ on what exactly happened, two things are clear:

he offered zeus a meal of human flesh;

as punishment, zeus turned him into half-man, half-wolf, to show his beastly nature. supposedly, the silver aversion is a part of the whole 'you shall never eat like a man again [that is, from a silver plate], but will feast like an animal instead' thing.

some sources say initially, lycaon wanted to gain the gods' blessings in order to restore the once-prosperous land, and zeus favoured him because lycaon built him a grand temple. however, lycaon became obssessed with the idea of worshipping gods to the point of making human sacrifices and killing visitors of his land.

anyway, look at this awesome art by Sirmaril7. the turning of lycaon. i'm in awe.

so imagine young nikolaos, a descendant of the great king lycaon, unknowingly carrying the curse in him. zeus being a vindictive bitch, he curses the whole bloodline (although it's also said that lycaon bit his 50-something children, so), yet the wolf curse does not reveal itself so many generations after.

nikolaos is a soft-tempered young man, hard-working and honest, and shining. he is what's called beautiful rather than handsome. his beauty, people say, outshines the sun itself.

apollo, the god of the sun and a son of zeus (who as we remember is vindictive bitch, so), is angry with nikolaos as no one dares to be superior to a deity. having uncovered the secret of nikolaos's legacy, he tricks him the same way lycaon tried to trick zeus.

you see, nikolaos is very much in love with abigaia, a kind-hearted, flame-haired girl who loves him just as much. on the day of their wedding, apollo comes down from the sky to bless the pair, and a whole marvelous feast appears, magnificent at sight, rotten with a dark twist within. unknowongly, nikolaos eats human flesh, and the moment he does, lycaon's curse returns.

nikolaos is transformed into a brutal wolf, a creature so monstrous it wouldn't dare to even see the light of day, not to mention outshine the sun. horror-stricken, the creature runs to the wilderness to bury itself in shadows.

let's not forget about abigaia, though. for days, she wonders the woods trying to find the trail of her lost lover, yet she's never closer than the yellow gleam of his eyes, too far away from her. nikolaos is so afraid to harm his beloved, he runs further and further. he does not trust the beast and is ashamed of his own monstrosity. grieving, he howls day and night, until even magical creatures avoid his presense.

abigaia makes an offering to apollo and asks him to lift the curse, yet he is adamant. a wounded pride does not heal easily. other gods do not intervene. to them, humans are but sparks of falling stars against the vast night sky, their mortal woes too insignificant against eternal life. finally, abigaia pleads the goddesses of the moon to oppose apollo and take the curse away. artemis, the hunting goddess of the halfmoon and a twin sister to apollo, refuses her plea. hecate, the magic goddess of the dark moon and a cousin to apollo, also refuses. but selene, the goddess of the full moon, takes pity on her.

selene weaves the threads of the curse and binds them to herself, taking apollo's power in their never-ending day and night, sun and moon confrontation. she makes it that for almost thirty days, nikolaos remains human as he's always been, but when selene comes to take the sky, she takes him with her. on those nights, nikolaos is to lose all humanity and run with the moon in his beastly form. to spare him the horror, she makes him forget the night.

and so nikolaos is able to return to his beloved abigaia, and their reunion is celebrated so, that even mystical creatures of the forests and rivers join them for festivities. nikolaos's bloodline continues, and abigaia gives birth to four strong, handsome boys. and everything is well.

when the boys come of age, they join their father for a run under the moon, and when he cannot run anymore, four wolf cubs repay his eternal gratitude to selene by taking his place.

In the words of Alexander Hamilton, Flawless and perfect are the words to describe you, the way you crafter their letters to each other pure poetry and I loved it. I also loved their dynamic they were so damn adorable together.

It’s probably the hopeless romantic in me but love and romance have really captured me as of late, mainly in media but I just loved it really amazing work.

From a hopeless bisexual,

O.Monty

(P.S I know I’m cringe and I apologise for being so)

I watched Hamilton live in Cincinnati. It was great so now I'm doing a Laurens x Hamilton. It's going to be a couple letter exchanged before it is the real thing.

If you have a problem with me shipping people that actually exist you can go away. I CAN and am ALLOWED to ship this because in real life they exchanged love letters for three Years and invited Lafayette to a threesome. Not only that but after finding out Laurens was married and Hamilton got married, Alexander wrote to John saying they should have a four way with them and their wives. Thank you very much. Also, Linnimon Roll and Anthony Ramos have both said that fan writings of the portraed people are alright. If they didn't like it or said it was not alright to base the looks of of them or whatever then I wouldn't do it based off if the production. Since I don't know what Alexander and John looked like I'm basing it off of Lin and Anthony(excluding eye color. Hamilton's eyes were purple and I'm including that because bitch WHO?) Once again, if you do not like this. Sue me. I dare you. Don't read it, block me for all I care. I'm very passionate about this and love how they actually included it in Hamilton. "Laurens. I like you a lot," was confirmed to be how it was included. (Plus Lin said Anthony is attractive so bonus for that)

I'm getting off topic. It's starting after this I promise. As always it's written on my phone(in class this time), it's not proof read, and it's in the comfort POV of 3rd person. Please enjoy.

Letters

Actual story

The True Affair of Alexander Hamilton

Two days ago, Alexander Hamilton wrote a letter to his secret young lover. He misses the man he wrote to. John Laurens revived the letter with a smile that his dear Alexander hadn't forgotten him.

My dearest, John Laurens,

It had been too long since I've seen you last. Your letter has pierced my soul. You truly shine in your writing. How I miss your touch, your eyes, your embrace. I do not want to keep seeing in secret. How much I wish to hold you in front of those who laugh and spit at our love. How much longer must we stay seperate from each other? How much more pain can one take without the comfort of their loved one? How much more can this poor bastard take, John? How much longer must we wait to touch again. You have kept me going through this war. You. Only you and your letters. My love, I cannot wait to see you again. I can not stop thinking of you. You are my everything. You keep me from thinking. From my work. Washington has caught me thinking of you many times in the middle of writing an address for him. You are a poison. A sweet poison. My addiction to you is more than Burr's addiction to annoy. More than a Virginian and his tobacco. You taste of summers sweetest strawberries. The sweetest of the sugar cane sold from my home town. I could write a book on everything I love about you. About everything on your person. You are perfect. I see no flaws when I see you. Flawless and perfect are the words to describe you. No imperfections cross you. This world doesn't deserve you. They aren't ready for you or your beautiful mind. Let us meet in a week's time, August seventeenth, at the lake in the park, the one you talk about and visit so often.

Yours always and truly, Alexander Hamilton

Laurens wrote back happily. He always loved to write to his Hamilton. He had to be careful with his letters, sometimes his father would read the letters received or sent. He hadn't been caught so far. Hamilton received the letter from Laurens. He always read lovingly. Dear gods he missed his love.

My love, Alexander Hamilton,

You're words continue to pull me deep into the sea of love. Deeper than the purple of your eyes. I miss you so, my dear, Alexander. It always surprises me to receive one of your letters. You have many women and a few men falling at your feet. You chose a lowly soldier boy. I would not be surprised if you choose one over me, my love. Meeting you after these excruciating months sound the most wonderful idea within the world. Within this life. I cannot wait to see you again, Alexander. Your letters stay with me. Your words stay in my heart and my mind. I love you more than I could even write or say. You have that wonderful ability to put your love into words. I wish I was able to do the same. My dearest, Alexander, I will see you on the decided day. It will be amazing seeing you once again.

With love, John Laurens

When the seventeenth of August arrives, Alexander Hamilton was the first to arrive at the lake. They always had to meet at night as not to be seen. Hamilton had brought wine, cheese, and bread for them to share. He asked Washington for the wine to surprise someone he admired. No names were said to keep their relations hidden and secret.

Alexander never had to wait long for John. Laurens always loved to surprise Alexander from behind. Even though it never scared him, Hamilton always act convincingly surprised and scared just to see the wide smile across his lover's face. That perfect face. Alexander could write several volumes on how perfect and beautiful John Laurens was.

Alexander had to be staring at Laurens' features for at least a full minute. "Alex? Is everything alright?" John had asked to pull Alexander out of his love filled trance.

"Everything is perfect now that you are here," Hamilton smile. He gently pulls John into a hug. Laurens reciprocates and hugs back with the same softness. He loved how gentle yet strong Hamilton's hugs were.

"I brought wine," Hamilton pulls away. He quickly wadles happily over to the basket he brought. He pulls out the wine, cups and food. He places them ona blanket he laid out. He motions for his lover to sit down beside him.

Laurens takes a seat on the blanket as Hamilton pours the wine. He was going to pay Washington for the wine later. "Thank you for the letter. As always, you left me speechless," John smiles. He takes the cup of wine Hamilton offers. He takes a drink of the wine. He knew it was too expensive for the righthand man.

"How much was this?" John asks. He had a bitter tone, not wanting Alexander to waste money on him.

"I'm not entirely certain. If I am being honest, I and barrowing it from Washington. I am going to pay him for it," Hamilton explains as a promise. He puts a hand on Johns. He loved how even something as small as wine made Laurens concerned and ready to help.

"There are times, Alexander, that you scare me," he grasps Hamilton's hand softly. Alexander lifts Laurens' hand to his lips, kissing the kind youngers knuckles. Laurens blushes at the simple gesture. It was always the small ones that got him flustered.

"You are an amazing man with a heart of gold. You are the most beautiful and kindest man I have ever had the good fortune of knowing," he takes a sip of the wineit was sweet. It tasted like ten dollars. It might have been. It was more than just a possibility.

"Now listen here, Alexander," Laurens pauses. He bites his bottom lip, not being able to think of anything to contradict the compliment while flustered. He gives up, leaning into give Hamilton a quick peck on the lips. "Be quiet, you strange man," Laurens blushes. He was practically a tomato.

"My apologies. It's difficult to not speak of how-" Alexander was cut off by a longer kiss from John. He kisses back, chasing after the soft lips. Laurens hides his face with his cup as he sips the wine again.

"I told you to be quiet," John smiles, looking away from the purple eyed man. He might have been the one to initiate the two kisses but he was the one left blush.

"I'm sorry, my love," Alexander smiles. He pulls John into his side. The rest of the night is filled with soft kisses, a flustered Laurens, a finished bottle of wine, and talk of what happened when they were apart.

Hamilton and Laurens go back to their homes when the food is gone. Laurens had to be helped home. He was leaning on Hamilton the whole way. Alexander left Laurens at home before leaving for his own.

As always. If you liked this, don't forget I take requests. Just go to the "ask me anything" and leave a request. Thank you for the support, likes. And requests!

Flight attendant: please make sure all small items are secure before landing

John, whispering: do you feel safe, Lexie?

*at a Halloween party*

Kaitlyn: What is "C" for?

Jacob: C4 is a fucking explosive.

Kaitlyn: No, what is "c" for?

Jacob: ..."C" is for cock.

Kaitlyn: *facepalm* What's your costume?

Jacob: Cookie monster.

Kaitlyn: Now what is "c" for?

Jacob: Cookies.

i want nick furcillo and jacob custos to kiss