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Lin Manuel Miranda and Fenton: Date???

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Yeah I'm not putting a summary

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If this gets one Kudos I'll make another chapter

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Fenton was nervous. He was always nervous, but this time it was a bit more than usual. Okay a lot more. He hadn’t expected to get this far, but there was no turning back anymore.

Fenton had never actually been to a musical before, much less one as famous as Hamilton. But he’d always admired the effort that went into creating the songs, the choreography, the acting. It wasn’t something he liked to talk about openly, god forbid he mention anything that wasn’t science related to Dr. Gearloose, so going to one for the first time made him giddy.

And that wasn’t the only thing that made him excited. According to the advertisements, tonight the original cast was supposed to be performing! The voices who he had listened to for weeks now, singing right in front of his eyes! And there wouldn’t be any stupid hero distractions to stop him, thanks to Drake and Launchpad.

Yes, nothing could stop him. Not even the two men out of the corner of his eye trying to mug a defenseless man. Even if one of them had a gun. And was putting his finger on the trigger.

Fenton sighed. “I never get a break, do I?”

The fight, if Fenton could even call it that, was nothing more than Fenton shoving the thugs into a nearby wall and grabbing the man in his arms before flying off into the sky. He would have stayed for longer, but he was already way too late for his show.

“Thanks for rescuing me,” the man groaned sexily. “At least now I’ll only be late to my show.”

“No problem, It’s my duty Mr…” Fenton looked down at the man’s grizzled face and gasped. He’d recognize that sexy lip bite from anywhere. “Lin Manuel Miranda!”

Miranda smiled. “That’s me alright. The bastard orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman.” He chuckled, tapping on Fenton’s suit. “And you must be Gizmoduck. They talk about you in the news a lot.”

Fenton blushed nervously, “Oh really? I didn’t know, haha.”

Miranda moved a hand to Fenton’s cheek, Fenton suppressing a whimper as he moved his hand through his feathers. “They didn’t mention how dashing and handsome you are in person.”