#dekuthecactus

Mun Pirri: Yeah! That was Mun Tybs’s idea actually, all three of them are priests so whenever they’re in the same church it’s just

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Mun Tyberious: They are going to have a bit of a hard time with that one, yeah. Everyone else was amused at their distress when they met Protestant Arthur for the first time. Some are saltier about it than others.

A/N: I meant to do this sooner, thank you for your patience. Thanks for the description, I appreciate it!! (Also, I greatly appreciate the password!) enjoy!!

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Tight jeans,

Your Hand in mine,

Baby boy,

Let’s burn the sky tonight.

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“Hey!”

Spotting a too familiar fro in the crowd, Alexander seizes on his chance. He practically tackles the (read: tall) body of Thomas Jefferson who is looking at him like he grew ten heads. Thomas is glaring daggers at him as Alexander grabs his hand, interlocking their fingers.

Before his brain decides to catch up to say otherwise, he looks up at Thomas, desperately and whispers on his ear:

“My ex is here, I need you please. I know you hate my guts but please Thomas, I need you right now.” He pleads to him as Thomas narrows his eyes at him. He opens his mouth and Alex pulls his face closer to his. He has to summon the courage of his (drunk?) pride to ask, no beg:

“Please, Thomas. I’ll owe you one.”

Thomas stares at him for a beat, his lips in a firm line. And before Alexander realizes it, he’s brushed his lips against his and—

It’s electric and oh my god, it burns his mouth. But as quickly as it comes, the kiss ends and Thomas is at his side.

And as they navigate through the crowd, with his hand in his he hears Thomas softly say:

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Alexander nods, the music is blurring the lines as he meets up back with Eliza Schuyler and Maria Lewis while Thomas is by his side. As they all introduce one another, Alex can’t help but smile, relaxed with Thomas’s hand in his back pocket. This will be no problem at all. He assures himself. Be in and out—

“Thomas? What are you doing here?”

Shit.

Maybe some problems.

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As the sky fills with clouds,

We ride like a phoenix,

Burning bright,

Baby let’s break our hearts tonight.

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