Philip: Wait, let me get this straight. You're 'shipped' with the main who shoots yo-- us? Me?
Ramos: *nods his head* And all these people keep calling me 'pure' and 'smol'. A-a-a-a-a--a-a-and *breaks down crying*
Philip: *wraps him in one-arm hug* It's okay, it'll be okay. Just tell me what's wrong.
Ramos: *hugs and buries face in chest, crying* You don't know what those fans have done! They--they *sobs harder*
Philip: Sh. sh. sh. *holds closer* I got you. We'll get through this.
Ramos: *looks into eyes* Promise?
Philip: *brushes off tear with thumb* Promise. *pecks forehead*
WHAT . THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. It's kinda cute and fluffy and sad (because nobody wants to see Philip cry), but I wanted to go a different direction with this. I mean not sure whether this is good or bad, but I actually kinda love it. Also, the picture for this chapter is just amazing in my own opinion.
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What If They Met? (Hamilton)
FanfictionWhat if the historical figures in Hamilton met their musical version? Lets see! Highest Ranking: #177 in Humor
