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multifamdomfan · 6 months

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Hi, if requests are still open and if you still write for Hamilton could I request an imagine where the fem!reader was Alex’s wife, they met and fell in love during the Winter's ball. And, she first met him when she was in the war (dressed as a man) but Alex never knew it was her until he found out himself. And maybe has a near-death experience fighting in a duel for any reason you want. And years later, she maybe becomes a lawyer/statesman or whatever as long as she's not a housewife and she finds out Alex had an affair and she like goes to Laurens for comfort but he ends up confessing he has loved her since day one when they met at the Winter's ball but saw she was so much happier with Alex (and it's kind of like an Angelica situation.) and how he would have never if he knew that was what Alex was going to do to her. And finally, he asked her to be with him. Also, could you please make the reader Washington's adopted daughter? I know it's a lot but even if you don't do it, thank you for just reading it. I just kinda wanted a lot of angst followed by fluff but since I can't stand the thought of having been with some who cheated on me and didn't love me, could you please make Alex still love the reader but realize if he wanted her to be happy, he would have to let her go and as soon as the Reader is thinking "You know what? I should forgive." He just dies. I feel bad for the Reader, not gonna lie. Thank you again. <33

Prompts: "May I have this dance?" (Hamilton to Reader) "Shit, are you bleeding?!" (Hamilton to Reader) “You need to leave. Right now.” (Reader to Hamilton) “You need to let her go.” (Anyone who seems right to Hamilton) "Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?" (Laurens to Reader) But hey, it’s up to you, I'm just giving suggestions on what I was thinking.

Note: And yes, in my fantasy world, Laurens doesn't die and is still alive in Act II.

😮😍 I love this request! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I hope you don't mind but I'm turning this into a two part.

warning: angst,character death,cheating

Why does love hurt so much? Pt. 1

I was reading my book in my room when my dad, George Washington, knocked gently against the door. Well if you want to get technical he's my adoptive dad. My biological parents when I was young and was sent to the orphanage when George and his wife ,Martha, adopted me. I closed my book and put it down and called out "Come in!" When Dad came in I immediately knew that something was wrong. He was fiddling with his hands and his eyes cast down onto the floor looking frantic. "What is it father?"

"Y/N I need to tell you something," I looked at him curiously while Dad was looking like he was trying to find the right words to say. "There is really no way to say this but I'm going to go to war." He said this quickly and nervously watching to see how I'll react.I didn't respond, not at first I looked at him with a blank expression trying to comprehend what he just said.

"What?" He remained silent like he was waiting for me to tell, scream, or do something. "Let me come with you, I can help!"

"No! You're not coming, it's too dangerous."

"But you're going! You will be there to look after me and you taught me to use a gun since I was ten!"

"I won't always be there to look after you, I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. Just promise me that you won't follow me."

I sighed in defeat "I promise." Dad came up to me and hugged me. I hugged back thinking about how I lied to his face.

I put my hair that's now shoulder length and tied my hair up. I looked down at myself with my uniform on with bandages over my breast to flatten them out. I nodded at my reflection in approval before walking out of my tent. My dad found out that I was pretending to be a man to fight in the war immediately but he kept my secret.

I approached my friends Lafayette, Hercules, John, and Alexander. We became friends quickly, and no. They have no idea that I'm a woman and plan to keep it that way. There is one problem, I developed a crush on one of the four men. It's Alex, I couldn't help it. He's passionate, smart, and kind. "Hey James!" Hercules called over to me.

Yes James is the name that I chose because it was my biological dad's name. "Hi." I responded, lowering my voice and octive to keep from sounding too feminine. I sat next to Alexander and joined in on the conversation before we heard a loud noise. We all turned our heads to see what it was. It was the red coats, we sprung into action grabbing our guns.

There was death all around us with an overwhelming smell of blood but we had to keep moving I killed a couple men before they could kill me first. Then I was a man aiming for Alexander about to shoot, without thinking I shoved him out of the way and took the bullet. All I could hear was a distant yelling at the word "James!" He quickly rushed over and got in my field of vision. "Shit, you're bleeding."

"You need to leave. Right now." I responded not wanting him to find out. Alex ignored what I said and ripped my shirt off and saw the bandages being soaked with blood. He looked shocked at first but knew it wasn't the time to talk about it and used my shirt to apply pressure to the wound and rushed me to the medics.

#alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton x reader #hamilton x reader #hamilton musical #hercules #marquis de lafayette #john laurens #john laurens x reader #george washingdad #martha washington #george washington

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onefail-at-atime · 9 months

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Previously, on WashingSONS

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Hamilton: *writing a letter to Eliza* Isn't it great to be in love?

Lafayette: I love my wife so much that my heart may burst.

Hamilton: *turns to Ben* How are you living without love?

Tallmadge: The cause is my girlfriend. You two should be working.

#turn amc #alexander hamilton #amc turn #hamilton #benjamin tallmadge #revolutionary war #george washington #marquis de lafayette #lafayette #alexander hamilton x eliza schuyler #george washingdad #washingsons #turn washington's spies

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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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scrapped

[a/n: this is a scrapped chapter one of my gwash fic infectious. the first three paragraphs are stolen from what would be infectious ch1, but it felt weird taking it out. pls enjoy, I really loved this idea and I’m sorry I never pursued it :,) reader is f.]

TURN!George Washington x F!Reader

It’s not the setting he had wrote down when he was a child, on that little piece of white paper with black writing on the top.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

He can’t remember exactly what he put—a agriculturalist, maybe, something along the lines, but he knows he did not put this.

But it wasn’t that he hated this, no, it’s just in moments like these, maybe he wishes he was on a farm somewhere and was planting carrots.

“Washington, we’ve got problems!”

The door slams open, and in bursts Hamilton, waving a fistful of papers around as Lafayette follows him inside, quietly shutting the door over.

The man in question sits, thrumming his fingers along the top of his desk, watching as email after email pops up on his computer screen. As fast as he could blink, another appeared, then another.

The “Mr.” had fallen off Hamilton’s inquires years ago, after they had been well acquainted enough. Washington, himself, never cared if it was there in the first place, usually forgoing formalities when it came to himself anyways.

“Yes, so I understand. I have been notified by every department in the office.”

“We only have three, it’s not that many,”

They were, by all means, working on a small crew. Just a tiny district location of sorts—part of larger corporation—working on some rich bigs dime to develop security software.

As an old man at heart, he quite frankly had no idea what anyone was talking about at any given time. He was responsible for the numbers, the managing part, pertaining to checking that everything was right on the regular.

“You don’t seem so worried,”

George swears he can see Hamilton’s eye twitch, so he pushes aside his woes and drops his elbows onto his desk.

“I’ve just got the news alert, yes, the stock dropped significantly. I apologize if it seems I am ignoring it. My mind is not quite here today.”

“Are you not feeling well?”

Lafayette speaks from behind Hamilton, rounding the man to question him.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

The sound of the phone echoes through the room, and he feels his hand reach over and pick up the device on autopilot.

“Washington.”

The person on the other end is speaking to him, but he’s hardly registered what they’ve said.

The air suddenly feels tighter, as if the realization dawns on him. He feels both Lafayette’s and Hamilton’s eyes on him, as he ends the call as calmly as he can.

“…Sir?”

“The stock is the least of our problems.”

It seems like such a difficult situation to enter, walking into a place that has already found it’s groove to now find solace in a now chaotic office.

Chaos would be an understatement, it appears, as you push into the double doors.

Paper…paper was everywhere. The printer seemed to be shoveling out nonsense, phones ringing off the hook, and the usual bustle of an once quiet floor now peaked at an extreme level.

“Oh…”

Your lips feel dry, but you hike your bag higher for the sake of trying to make yourself feel a bit better.

“Are you lost?”

Not realizing anyone had even walked behind you, you jump and swiftly turn around.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“N-no! It’s okay, Um, is this the subset of Culper Productions?”

“Ah, again, my apologies. No one usually comes in here looking for us.”

The man laughs, tucking a folder under his arm.

“I’m Nathan, pleasure to meet you.”

He extends a hand, and you happily shake it.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you!”

Nathan smiles warmly.

“You seem to have caught us at a horrible time. But who are you to report to? I can take you to them,”

“Thank you! I appreciate that, I’m supposed to meet a Mister George Washington?”

“Boss, huh? Okay, I can do that. Follow me.”

He starts walking and you briskly follow, feeling a twinge of anxiety creep into your stomach.

“You’re kinda catching him on a bad day, so please don’t take this interaction for who he is. He’s a real nice guy, intimidating, but super nice.”

Suddenly, you’re in front of the door that has no inkling that it belonged to the man, George Washington. Just a wooden door, tucked away in the corner of the small office.

“I—thank you Nathan. I look forward to working with you,”

You swallow thickly. Nathan pats your shoulder.

“You too, y/n!”

As fast as he came, he was gone, and all that was left was for you to reach up and knock, but you never got the chance.

The door flies open, and a enraged redhead stands in the doorway, shouting things over his shoulder to someone inside.

Something tells you to step to the side, and as you do, he barrels past, waving around a folder as a blonde man follows quickly behind him, chattering away about something. From your spot, neither seem to notice you.

Now with the door open, and your heart in your stomach, you slide into the open doorway, knocking on the door.

“No, Tallmadge, I do not have the numbers from the tenth, you asked me three times already today.”

He…he would be your definition of ‘a man in authority’ if you could place a label on him.

His voice is a deep baritone, sitting behind a desk that is flooded with stacks of papers and folders. He has three empty cups of coffee in front of him, a fourth in his hand, broad shoulders sagged with pressure.

You clear your throat.

“Sorry, I don’t think I’m the person you’re looking for.”

His blue eyes yank up from the computer, jolted for a moment as he blinks wildly at you.

“My apologies ma’am. How may I help you?”

Nathan would be absolutely right regarding him being a bit intimidating, but not about catching him on a bad day.

His voice changes, a lighter tone, less…stressed, comes forward, as he stands from behind his mountain of work. He’s tall, very tall-an aura of authority just radiating from him.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I was sent from the Delaware office, I’m here to help.”

Washington walks around his desk, crossing the room to with a perplexed look on his face.

“That…today is the fourteenth…isn’t it?”

“So it would be, yes!” You chirp, and Mr. Washington sighs deeply, a rumble of forced laughter following shortly after.

“I am so, so terribly sorry. I knew of this, I-you’re Miss y/n l/n.”

He extends his hand.

“y/n is just fine, but it really is a pleasure to get to work here, Mr. Washington.”

You watch the way his large hand envelops yours, handshake as firm as you’d imagined it be.

“You are very understanding, thank you y/n. I sincerely appreciate that,”

“Thank you! It’s my job to help in any way. Just send me wherever, and I’ll do what I can.”

The smile the man sends you makes the anxiety disappear from your stomach almost instantly.

“I would offer a tour, maybe introduce you to some of the office-but may I steal you for an hour or so? I’ve misplaced some papers and my phone won’t stop ringing. As I’m sure you’ve realized, I’ve also been nagged to death by Tallmadge about these charts from the tenth…”

When you left Delaware, the office was being dissolved and majorly merged with another office. For some reason, being the second receptionist wouldn’t fly at the new office, so you were sent to the smaller location that never really needed one.

But now, you can understand the need for it.

“Of course! Here, let me.”

Washington was shuffling through a stack of papers, mumbling about the tenth when you set your bag down on the chair in the corner.

“Paper pushing is my expertise. I can get all this organized, you work on anything else that needs to be done.”

Washington looks at you as if you’ve said something impossible.

“I can’t possibly ask you to organize this atrocity y/n, not on your first day, and especially not after I can’t even offer you a proper introduction to the company.”

“You look like you need a break from searching through papers.”

You walk over to stand next to him, swallowing a little thickly as you realize just how much taller he was than you. Nevertheless, you reach outwards, grabbing a stack and begin thumbing through the papers.

“Where have you been all this time? The Delaware branch must be so sorry to have lost you,”

Washington rumbles, and you can’t fight the twinge of sadness that pulls forth at the thought. Instead, you offer a laugh, neatly shuffling the papers before moving on to the next stack.

“Yeah…about that. Let’s just say, I’m very happy to be here. Extremely happy to help.”

As you catch the date of the tenth, you grab the packet by the staple and pull the papers out.

“Here you go, the data from the tenth for Tallmadge.”

Washington did nothing to mask his surprise.

You, in turn, watch the way his hand comes up to gently take the folder from you, thumbing it open, as if he just doesn’t quite believe you.

“My, y/n. If you’ve just saved me two hours of looking, alongside hours of Tallmagde’s droning, I could honestly be the happiest man alive.”

“Here to help.”

You reiterate, smile brimming as you glance up at him sparingly.

“I’ll get this all de-cluttered and organized. Please, you work on whatever has the most precedence.”

If anything, George knew that he and you would get along just fine. And, he would make sure that no one in this office abused the absolute gem of a personality that you possessed, because it seemed you were just so sweet for your own good.

“Maybe I can finally clean my desk…”

He turns, and you peek around him, finding once more the same manila folders filled with white sheets of printer paper.

“You get started, I’ll help.”

[a/n: I have had this so long in my drafts, and if anything, this could stand alone as a gwash fic if i never get back to it :) sorry again for the repeated intro. mwah.]

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #nathan hale #benjamin tallmadge #alexander hamilton #marquis de lafayette #turn george washington #george washington #george washington x reader

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merlypops · 2 years

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George Washington is the divorced professor of Political Science at Columbia University, convinced that nothing is more important than his work.

Alexander Hamilton is the graduate teaching assistant who changes his mind.

#whamilton #hamwash #alexander hamilton #george washington #Alexander Hamilton x George Washington #hamilton x washington #washington x hamilton #alexander x george #george x alexander #john laurens #aaron burr #hercules mulligan #lafayette #my writing #writing #merlypops #hamilton #lin manuel miranda #christopher jackson

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edegrev · 1 month

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Hamilton x In The Heights

OKAY SO HEAR ARE MY IDEAS BUT I NEED HELP BEFORE I START DRAWING.

Usnavi- Alexander Hamilton

Vanessa- John Laurens

Nina- Angelica Schuyler?/ Hurcules Mulligan?

Benny- Lafayette

Abuela- George Washington

Sonny- Phillip Hamilton

Daniela- Thomas Jefferson

Carla- James Madison

Cuca- Aaron Burr

Kevin- Phillip Schuyler???

I dont know who to put as Nina I was thinking Angelica but they need to fit with Laf.

#hamilton #hamilton musical #in the heights #amrev fandom #amrev #hamilton fanart

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 8 months

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Take Care

Based on this request: Ok, I am between Lafayette and Washington from Turn, but how about something with one of them taking care of his S/O (maybe she is just sick or was injured)

Here you are, lovely! *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!

Fandom: TURN: Washington's Spies

Warnings: Mentions of illness, it's a little short, but mostly pure, sweet fluff

Pairings/Characters: George Washington x fem!reader

You had to admit that you had missed this side of George. During the war, he was always gone so you rarely saw him but now he was home with you. That was something you were extremely grateful for in that moment. You were sick as a dog. The entirety of the Revolution, you managed to stay well and safe. You'd had nothing more than a mere cold. Now that he was home, your body decided to punish you. Fortunately for you, George was an excellent caregiver.

"Really, George, you don't have to do this," you muttered, but he merely gave you that smile. The one he knew you melted for. The one that also said you weren't getting out of being pampered and taken care of. "I know I don't have to. I want to, my love. You were so strong while I was away and you always take care of me. Now it is my turn to return the favor. Whatever you need."

"What I need is for you to rest, George. And to stop worrying about me." He simply shook his head again and helped you lie down. "I shall return with tea in a short while." You rolled your eyes with a smile as he left the room, muttering about how he'd better get someone else to help or that tea would be ruined. George evidently heard you because he laughed outside the now closed door.

George spent the next three days caring for you. Anything you could even think about wanting or needing, George got it for you. Your only complaint was that you missed being close to him. It was your own doing as you made him sleep elsewhere while you were sick, but you still missed him holding you. And clearly he missed it as well. On the fourth night of your illness, after you had begun drifting off, you felt the bed move.

Your eyes flew open and you gasped until you noticed it was only your husband. "What are you doing?" He shushed you and held you close. "George, you will make yourself ill." He looked at you with a pout. "I have missed my wife. I no longer care if I catch your illness. I've only just got you back and now I've been unable to be close to you again."

His words made you swoon. To the outside world, he was General (now President) Washington. A leader of men and the strategic mind that lead them to victory. But to you, he was simply George. A loving, caring husband who did not always share what he felt, but when he did, it was tender words spoken softly between you. Gentle kisses to your forehead and slight squeezes to your hands. The George the world saw was a hero. The George you saw was so much more.

"Very well, but do not blame me when you feel as lowly as I have." George chuckled at your statement as he helped you settle back down. He climbed in next to you, his arms instantly finding you and pulling you toward him. You let out a little sigh of joy. George pressed another kiss to your forehead as you rested your head on his shoulder and chest. "Rest well, my love," he whispered before blowing out the light. You snuggled closer to him. He would most likely be sick come morning, but neither of you cared. In his arms, you felt safe. You felt warm and cared for you. Being in George's arms was being home.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I chose Washington as I'd already written something similar with Lafayette.)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @supernatural4life2022

#turn: washington's spies #george washington #george washington x reader #washington x reader

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random-fandom-chaos · 22 days

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FANFICS (again…)

So. I am asking for fanfics, idk where the other thing went. So here are fandoms I will do

TSAMS (the sun and moon show):

-Solar: SMUT, FLUFF or ANGST

-Sun: SMUT, FLUFF or ANGST

-Moon: SMUT, FLUFF, or ANGST

-Eclipse: SMUT, FLUFF, or ANGST

-Lunar: FLUFF or ANGST

Hamilton

-Angelica: FLUFF, ANGST

-Hamilton: FLUFF, SMUT, or ANGST

-Lafayette: FLUFF, SMUT, or ANGST

-George Washington: FLUFF, ANGST

New fandom! (4/8/2024) FPE [Fundamental Paper Education]

-Miss Circle

-Oliver

-Alice

-(basically any teacher)

-Zip

-Alice

[ALL, SMUT is done by older cousin and I don’t read em. She’s over 18 and we share this blog so she follows things not for my age and gives me a list on which to not look at, so if you’re blog is 18+ that’s her. Not me. THANK YOUU!! ❤️❤️ Love you all (platonic)]

(if you have a problem with something on this you can send it privately or block us!)

Goodnight/Good Morning

Here are my AU’s for the DCA! You guys can ask one-shots or more info about them!

#tsams #hi :) pls notice me :)#DCA #hamilton #angelica schuyler #alexander hamilton #marquis de lafayette #george washington #Sun #Solar #Eclipse #Moon #Lunar #LaEs

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birdstooth · 10 months

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Hi Welcome 👋

Mainly a POTO doodle blog but rn I have the BG3 tadpole brain rot and occasionally I will doodle for other games (TCM, Outlast)

DOODLE REQUESTS: temp closed so I can catch up!!

*I can’t guarantee I will do every single one but I appreciate all the suggestions 💛 Also sometimes it takes while for me to get to them, so u gotta give it 6-8 business months lmao 😭

TAGS BELOW 🏷️👇

🎭 POTO MASTERLIST 🎭

In Progress:

#WIPS

#sketches

#how the sausage is made

Musicals:

#poto doodles

(#poto x barbie, #poto x heathers, #poto x beetlejuice, BEE AU)

#hamilton doodles

#beetlejuice doodles

#Heathers doodles

For Hamilton I got rly specific with tagging for some reason lol so you can find stuff under each character name, eg: #Alexander Hamilton, #George Washington, #schuyler sisters (they should each have their own tag too), #Maria Reynolds, #lafayette, #Aaron burr....And of course my fave #KG3

Asks:

#asks (for everything)

#anons

#poto asks

If the asks are not anon, I will tag them with the username, so if you sent something in you should have your own tag too!

Other/ Video Games:

#the boys doodles or #starlander lmao

#outlast doodles , #TCM doodles, #BG3 doodles

Specific marvel characters are tagged by name (#steve Rogers, #bucky barnes, #natasha romanoff, etc) but I didn’t have a specific doodle tag so there will be other random reblogs in there too

Stories:

#fic art is where you can find doodles I made for fandoms I’ve said bye to

#phic art is for poto fic art haha

#elf au is a tag I will always love 😌 doodles of cats and elves based on stories by @imyourbratzdoll (still 💗 u!)

Misc:

#talking paintings

#alternate dialogue

#celebration doodles

+reblogs are tagged #poto art

Here is my old masterlist with some broken links and fandoms I’ve moved away from

#navigation #masterlist #comics and doodles #hi welcome #pinned post

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vmpirevnom · 6 months

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Fun social experiment for y’all

#amrev #amrev poll #hamilton #adrilaf #mullette #washette

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the-artist-of-chaos · 7 months

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Hear. Me. Out. I have an idea for a Hamilton x Bugsnax AU. (Obviously theres More characters than grumps, so I’m just gonna do my best)

Wambus = Alexander Hamilton

Triffany = Eliza

Floofty = Angelica

Filbo = John Laurens

Beffica = Peggy

Gramble = Aaron Burr

Cromdo = Charles Lee

Wiggle = Thomas Jefferson

Eggabell = King George ||| (I DONT CARE IF IT SEEMS OUT OF CHARACTER, SHE WOULD FUCKING SLAY AS KING GEORGE |||. FIGHT ME/J)

Lizbert = George Washington

Snorpy = Lafayette

Chandlo = Hercules mulligan

Shelda = James Madison

(And just as a Bonus, my OC gollie would be Maria Reynolds, I’m sorry)

Any other characters that weren’t assigned a grump would probably be your guy’s OCs.

Anddd now I’m imagining some stuff with the characters-

•Filbo getting fucking KILLED halfway through the thing

•Floofty losing their shit at wambus for cheating on Triff and THEN literally writing a pamphlet about it. (Omfg the Gutterbug pamphlet��)

•Wiggle and Wambus being at each others throats-

•Lizbert yelling at Cromdo to stop shitting the bed at battle and get back at leading the DAMN BATTLE

•Chandlo being a fucking spy and Snorpy going to PRISON

•Gramble and wambus starting off as friends, only to become strangers again as gramble killed off wambus in a duel.

•Triffany singing about how in love she is with wambus, only for her to be burning the loveletters she was sent after finding out about wambus’s affair later on.

•Eggabell literally SINGING about killing people to show her love

• “AND BEFFICA. The Grumpler sisters!”

• “Whatever it was, Wigglebottom started it”

Anyways- WEEEEEEEE

#bugsnax #bugsnax AU #Hamilton x bugsnax #filbo fiddlepie #wambus troubleham #beffica winklesnoot #gramble gigglefunny #triffany lottablog #cromdo face #wiggle wigglebottom #floofty fizzlebean #snorpy fizzlebean #chandlo funkbun #lizbert megafig #eggabell batternugget #shelda woolbag

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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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hair headcanons

Various TURN! X reader

how good or bad are our boys at braiding and styling hair, and would they ever let you have a go at theirs?

For having a few sisters, Nathan Hale is average at the subject. He can do a basic braid, and definitely knows how to tie a ponytail, but anything else…he’s consulting a book or tutorial. He enjoys running his fingers through your hair, gently prying away any knots they may have come your way. and of course you can brush his hair, he actually really likes it when you do so. give him a few baby braids to frame his face and he’ll leave them there for a day or two.

Benjamin Tallmadge has no idea what you’re asking of him. He can do a very basic braid on his own hair, but good luck getting him to even attempt it on you without having a bunch of knots. he likes to comb your hair after a shower, you never ask him to, but he always finds you to do it. Ben likes to think even though it’s typically a moment of silence, it’s full of so much love. He’d never ask you to brush his hair, but sometimes you surprise him rounding a corner with his brush, and he’ll never object.

I’d like to think Caleb Brewster sometimes goes a bit without brushing his hair, and when he finally remembers after a few days, you’re chasing him with a comb to try and get it before it’s too late. It’s not that he’s unhygienic he’s just…Caleb. He probably runs his fingers through it in the shower and calls that a comb. Yet he LOVES to brush and braid your hair, he likes it in the morning when it has that soft wave to it. He’s actually pretty good at it, they’re tight and they don’t need to be redone after a little while.

Yeah…no. George Washington has no idea how to do anything that’s even remotely close to a braid, but, some of his favorite moments is when you offer to brush out the knots that have made their way into his ponytail throughout the day. He, in turn, will return the favor. He’s not vain, of course you can touch his hair, he’ll probably grumble about his grey it is, but you just wave him off. You know that if you don’t do this, he will defy neglect the act if drowned in work

Marquis de Lafayette definitely can braid, and damn I definitely think he’s the best at it. Plaits, Dutch, French, he’s very good at them, and he can do them pretty fast. Like Nathan, he enjoys running his fingers through your hair, it’s a symbol of affection, especially if he does it subconsciously sometimes. If you are ever just sitting next to him with your hair down, he’s all over you and you can’t help but bob your head yes. You don’t even have to ask to play with his hair, so he says, but you always do, and you are always surprised by just how soft it is. He likes it when you braid his ponytail, he’ll definitely leave it in as long as he can.

Ensign Thomas Baker knows next to nothing. he definitely knows how to put his own hair up, and he probably could replicate it if you needed an extra pair of hands to put yours in a ponytail, but that’s about it. He’d love it if you taught him how to braid, he thinks it looks so pretty, especially on you. sure, you can do his hair! he’d probably take anything out (barrettes or clips) before he left, but if you braid his hair, he’d definitely going to leave it in! And if you try and take it out, saying it looks bad or you missed a strand, he’ll likely run away from you so you don’t stand a chance of touching it. He loves it.

The grumpiest of all, Alexander Hamilton, will definitely not partake in any of your styling, so he says. it’s cause he’s a busy, or he doesn’t want to, or whatever nonsense he’s come up with for the day. So instead, you walk up behind his desk and take his hair band out, and just as he spins to glower at you, you’re brushing his red locks and he can’t help but melt at the touch. In rarer moments of affection, he will definitely comb your hair out after a bath, or if you are unwell. He’s an emotionally constipated gremlin, just kiss his cheek and tell him to relax. he’s really bad at braids though, don’t expect that of him-your hair will be in knots before very long.

[a/n: took a short break today and decided to work on some headcanons :) ]

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #nathan hale #benjamin tallmadge #caleb brewster #george washington #marquis de lafayette #ensign baker #alexander hamilton

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fancy--that · 2 years

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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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whatisgrass · 2 years

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more hamilton ships and my ratings on them.

Ah, yes, more than half a year later, we're doing this again. Part 2 from this post.

(Reminder, again, these are MY opinions, I'm not forcing you to agree with me.)

Thaurens: 0/10. These two never met in real life. Laurens would have probably whooped Jefferson's ass if they did though. Don't ship.

Jamilams: 0/10. No. On god no. (Note: if you're confused, it's Jefferson x Hamilton x Laurens.)

Hamgelica: 6/10. Eh. I don't ship it. It does give girlboss x malewife vibes.

Lafamilton: (Note: this ship is Lafayette x Hamilton, I just don't know the ship name.) 6/10. I don't ship it but there's some evidence it could have been real.

Washington x anyone but Martha: -∞/10. I shouldn't have to explain myself.

Washington x Martha: ∞/10. I will not explain myself. Pure ship.

King George III x anyone: 0/10. No. He's too iconic in the musical to be shipped with anyone.

Eliza x Laurens: 1/10. It only seems like they met once in real life. If Eliza actually found out about Lams, I don't think she would have been too fond of him.

Anyways, the only ships I truly ship from the Hamilton Fandom are Lams and George x Martha.

Every other ship is either eh, no, trash, or nightmare fuel.

#george x martha #hamilton ships #and my rating on them #part 2

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daphneyoumustmakehaste · 5 years

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WASHETTE FANFICTION (MAY)

Gilbert sighed as a drop of water splashed his nose and he looked up at the sky. The clear, blue sky had clouded over and the rain was beginning to fall.

Lafayette pulled his hood up and looked around for a place to shelter. As he had not expected the rain, he was only wearing jogging bottoms and a zip up hoodie; they would not last in the weather. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a coffee shop he had visited a few times for a drink.

With nowhere else to go unless he wished to transform into a wet dog, he hurried over to it.

Once inside, Gilbert wiped the rain off his face and pulled his wallet out of his jogging bottoms. As he approached the counter, he saw George Washington, halfway through paying for a coffee.

“Washington?”

Washington turned around and smiled warmly at him. “Caught in the rain?” He asked, gesturing to his darkened hoodie and slightly wet hair.

Gilbert nodded and began to look up at the menu on the wall as George finished his order.

Deciding on a simple frappachino, he turned to order, but George was still standing by the counter.

“What are you getting?” He asked Gilbert, placing his change back into his wallet.

“I...what?”

“What are you having to drink?” George repeated.

“Oh, you don’t have to!” Lafayette exclaimed, putting a hand out to stop George.

“It’s my treat.” George said, discarding his hand. Gilbert’s hand fell limply to his side; “caramel frappe with coffee, please. Just a small.”

George nodded and turned to the barista. “Now go and find us a table, I’ll bring your coffee over.”

Lafayette walked off to find some place to sit while George waits for the two coffees. He eventually settled on a two seat table next to the window, and throws his hoodie on the back of one of the chairs.

It was a modern coffee shop. On the side behind the counter, it had a white brick wall, but the rest was painted in a dark grey. There was a handful of other people inside, the majority of them slightly younger than Gilbert in their college years no doubt.

George walked over two him a few minutes later with the coffees in hand. He set Gilbert’s down in front of him and sits opposite him, taking a short sip of coffee.

“I got you a medium, because no man in their right mind actually wants a small coffee.” George said, cocking an eyebrow at him. Lafayette laughed politely in response.

“Thank you for the coffee, Washington. I can pay you back—“ Lafayette was interrupted by Georges hand gesturing through the air.

“No, no! Like I said before, it’s my treat. And please, call me George.”

“Well in that case, call me Gilbert. It’s pronounced Jihl-ber”

George chuckled and looked back up at Gilbert. “Last time we met, you told me to call you Lafayette,” George remarked.

Gilbert just smiled in response and took a sip of his coffee again, burying half his face in his cup. “Is it true Alexander and Thomas fucked in Thomas’ office?”

George felt a tug on his lips as he watched the younger man drink his coffee. “Please do not remind me. I would’ve walked in on them if it wasn’t for the rather audible noises coming from inside his office.”

Gilbert let out a giggle, making George freeze up. He set his coffee down again and placed his elbow on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand and grinned.

George could swear he noticed Gilbert’s face flush up, but thought nothing of it. A few minutes passed with them just exchanging small talk.

“So, what do you do for a living?” George eventually asked.

Gilbert cleared his throat and leant back. “I’m a social influencer. Like Twitter and Instagram. I also model for my own clothing line that I share with my friends Hercules and Maria.”

His eyes lit up as he explained his job, something that didn’t go unnoticed by George. Up until this point, George thought it was completely impossible to talk about your job with such energy.

“Politician,” George laughed in self pity and took a large gulp of coffee. Push come to shove, he could always drown his sorrows in caffeine—

‘No,’ he thought, ‘you are not an older version of Alexander’.

“So you have great hair and you love lying?”

George looked back at Gilbert in a mix of surprise and amusement. “I have no hair and not all politicians lie,” George corrected, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh come on,” Lafayette teased, leaning across the table and mirroring George’s pose which was the graceful ‘elbow on table, chin on palm’.

“You must’ve told at least one lie. Tell me, tell me, tell me.” Gilbert began bouncing up and down like a child. And if this wasn’t the millionth time George had thought he was cute—

Except that Gilbert was twenty-five years younger than him. So that would never happen.

George held up a hand to silence him with a low chuckle. “As a politician, I have never lied to the public. I know, sue me.”

Gilbert rolled his eyes and sat back. “You’re boring,” he complained.

“Yes, I know. I’m such a bad politician for not lying to the public. Oh, whatever shall we do?” George supplied bluntly.

Gilbert did that laugh again — the one that made George feel like a smitten teenager...

Which he wasn’t. It was just a crush...based on looks. And he had it all under control.

Gilbert looked down at his cup and clapped his hands. The rain outside had steadied and was growing to a stop.

“Perfect timing.” He stood up and brushed a few stray hairs out of his face. “Thank you again for the drink; I will pay you back for that, by the way.”

Washington scowled. “Gilbert, I—“ He paused as he watched the French man walk up to the counter and lean across the bar.

He came back with a pen and the same adorable smile on his face. George watched dumbfounded as Lafayette picked up George’s hand and began writing a number on it, presumably his own.

Once he was finished, he leant down and kissed it politely. He flashed his white teeth and nodded a goodbye to George, chucking the pen to the Barista on his way out.

“Au revoir, George! Call soon!”

And George was left alone with a coffee and a 22 year old mans number on his hand.

Maybe he didn’t have this under control.

#washette #george washington #marquis de lafayette #george washington/lafayette #lafayette/george washington #george washington x lafayette #lafayette x george washington #hamilton #hamilton musical #musical #fanfiction #coffee shop #oh so very gay #hamilton fanfiction #modern au #hamilton modern #coffee #lafayettes a flirty bitch

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An Unexplored Battlefront (washette)

Summary: Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette first meets General George Washington through a letter. He doesn’t regret even the smallest moment of it. Prompt: In 1940s America, Person A meets Person B through a pen pal program for soldiers. For some reason, Person B stops writing Person A. Why? Author’s Notes: Gilbert is seventeen here, and George thirty-eight. Yes, I realize homosexuality wasn’t really such a thing you could freely talk about in the forties and black Generals were usually only the head of all-black battalions, but for the sake of creative freedom, I didn’t so much explore the political fronts of the 1940s war-torn America.

c. 1940-1941

They meet through the boarding school that Gilbert attends in America, though it isn’t quite a meeting. When the school instructor tells them about the War, about all the men being sent to the battlefield to fight for the nation’s freedom, Gilbert’s entire class becomes quiet—all of them amazed by the patriotism that the soldiers showed by going to the frontlines. Including the young French student that usually sits at the back, spending his days daydreaming and completely ignoring his studies. Though a dreamer he may be, even he knows that the war had the potential to drag on for years—possibly decades—because the US was not going to allow the Nazi’s to win. That was no option.

Not only that, but most of the students’ older siblings had already been drafted into the military—had already seen the frontlines, some dying on them. Including Lafayette’s older sister, who had gone to be a nurse for the Navy. Every student in the classroom wanted to help, despite their youth. His class had been emptying more and more by the day with kids running off to serve their country—the latest to have gone off to join the fighting being Gilbert’s best and only friend, Alexander Hamilton.

He admired their bravery. Wished that he had been smart enough not to get caught when he tried to enlist under a fake age. Or rather, that he’d been smart enough not to tell his uncle—who marched down to the recruitment office and dragged him back home by his ear, ranting about how he had no idea how romanticized the war had become and how he wasn’t ready for things of that nature.

However, the teacher presents them with an alternative to fighting, another way to help the military men get through the war. Letters. It was a pen pal program setup between the school curriculum and the military—students learned how to write formal letters as a part of their schooling and in exchange the soldiers got someone to talk to outside of the battlefield. For their new assignment, the kids are presented with a small file that contains some information about who they’ll be writing. A picture of their soldier, a little bit about them, and where they were currently deployed.

Gilbert nearly falls out of his chair with excitement and flush when he sees that he gets George Washington, a famed army General that had led attacks from the allies on French soil and had become sort of a war hero in the neighboring countries—the first internationally recognized black war hero at that. He remembers being in France at the start of the war with his mother when the radio began talking of the man's exploits, looking to the older woman as she held hope in her eyes and murmured French prayers.

He remembers that flustered feeling he got stirring in his belly when he opened the newspaper one morning to see the hardened General’s face atop an entire page boasting of his exploits. He still had the newspaper cutout hanging on the back of his bedroom door. Though he knew it was wrong, he kissed it every morning before school.

Gil knows exactly what he wants to say, and starts on his letter the second he’s got the paper on his desk.

When Gilbert receives his first response from George, he’s ecstatic. He almost trips over himself getting the mail one morning after school, shoving Thomas out of the way when he goes towards the mailbox. Though Jefferson looks annoyed at his cousin’s clumsiness, he says nothing—scowling at him but remaining quiet as he ascends the steps to Monticello, the Jefferson manor. Gilbert hangs back from his cousins, waiting for all of them to be in the house before opening the letter. Immediately, his cheeks flush.

Dearest Lafayette, I cannot express how gleeful I am to have received a letter from you on this day, February 3rd of 1940. Though feeling a little childish, Gilbert can still barely repress his squeal of excitement as he brings the letter close to his heart, cheeks burning a bright red. He ascends the staircase to the manor, eyes scanning each word of the letter—glued to the penmanship of the General and the way his letters loop into each other, how he doesn’t dot his ‘i’ or how he forgot to cross a ‘t’. He nearly trips over the staircase with how deeply engrossed he is of the General’s words, completely ignoring both his Aunt and Uncle as they greet him. George talks of everything from the War, to the picture that Gil had sent of himself, to his favorite foods and music.

By the time he comes to the end of the note, Gil is positively smitten with the General. If the sinful feelings he’d harbored for the other man before had been nothing but a passing fancy, he feels as though he’s madly in love with this small piece of General Washington clutched in his fingers. He knows of ‘homosexuality’, had known since he was a young child that he was very deeply flawed in that aspect, but he can’t bring himself to care too much about the sin when there are so many butterflies flitting throughout his stomach. It’s obvious this crush will consume him, has consumed him, and he knows he’ll have to deal with the issues of that later.

However, he’s too taken with the letter to do much other than sit down and write George another one.

For months, the two of them exchange correspondence each other. Each post that passes between the two of them becoming more intimate, each word put down to paper becoming more significant in meaning. Long after the program ends for the school year, and most of the students in his classroom have lost contact with their old penmate—except for Thomas, who quickly becomes just as eager and quick to getting to mailbox as his cousin had—the young student and the war-hero write each other. With each passing day, Gil feels as though he can trust the other man. There is something about the energy that radiates from the words put to paper that makes him completely confident in his relationship with George. So much so that he eventually manages—though extremely nervously, with great sickness in his stomach as he puts the letter in the post—to confess his interest in the male sex.

George stops writing him after that letter, though. Everyday after school, the teenager goes to check the post. And everyday, there is no letter from George Washington. Not even a message just to let him know that he’s alright. It doesn’t take long for the young Frenchman to begin believe he’s lost him for good after a tragic miscalculation of comfort. He had thought that he and George were close enough to share that sort of thing with each other, but it quickly becomes very obvious that he had been horribly wrong. A million things run through the frightened young man’s head—what if George was disgusted with him now because he too believed the horrible things that people said about men of his nature, or what if George had contacted local Virginian police to alert them of his sodomy, or even worse… what if George had died in battle?

For three months following that cursed mistake of a confession, Gil walks around the streets of his small Virginian town riddled with anxiety and depression. Every policeman he comes across on the street, every man he dares look at for too long, every newspaper about the war, every single thought he has of the captivating General Washington sends his stomach twisting in painful knots. He stops eating as often. He doesn’t sleep well. He even begins to have fainting spells, where he’ll pass out in the middle of a task and wake up in bed with a cool towel over his face. Aunt Jane changes his studies home so that he doesn’t have to go to school, she gets so worried about his health. Hired doctors file in and out of the residence, all of them making guesses on this sudden illness that has overcome him but none of them ever coming close to the true cause.

All he does anymore is lie in bed, listening to the newscaster on the war station give facts about the new changes in the day-to-day life of the World War.

Then, one day, there’s a knock on the door. Gilbert is in the living room on that day, attempting to cope with a cold he’d caught from fainting in the middle of a storm. Aunt Jane had wanted to better keep an eye on him during the day while she worked, when she was hemming dresses for the women of Shadwell in the parlor. At around noon, when she’s just finished up a wedding gown for a local friend, there are several sharp raps on the door, Gil barely looks away from the book he’d only been half-reading—he simply sinks beneath the pile of blankets that his Aunt had covered him with in hopes that whoever was there wouldn’t try to make conversation.

“Excuse me ma’am,” a deep, strong voice says a moment after he hears his Aunt open the door. Keening his ears—both out of curiosity and boredom—Gilbert listens to the man that speaks, struggling to hear through the fabric of his blanket. “I’m looking for a Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette. I have been corresponding with him for awhile now, and I’d very much like to see him.”

Wait… he’s looking for me? Gilbert thinks, sitting up on the couch now with interest. The quick motion dizzies him, and he struggles with a bout of nausea for a moment before returning his attention the conversation. Corresponding for awhile now? He scans his brain for anyone that he had sent letters to recently, but the only person he thinks of is…

“George!” Gilbert exclaims as the realization dawns on him, tripping over his blankets as he scrambles to the doorway of the manor. He pauses in the parlor to fix his curls into a tight bun and straighten out the wrinkled clothes he’d thrown on earlier that morning—wishing he’d known the man would be there earlier so that he could’ve dressed appropriately. Aunt Jane is confused for a moment—Gilbert had shown such an excitement for months now, and the quick switch in moods takes the woman off guard. But then her nephew sends her a pleading look, standing beside her in front of the war hero, and she seems to get the hint—he’d like some privacy with this man. Muttering something about having to go out for more sewing supplies, she quickly gathers her purse and coat before excusing herself from the two—waving goodbye and leaving them alone in the large manor.

Gilbert looks back towards the other man, disbelief obviously painted across his features. The young man had never seen the man face-to-face, but now that he has, he realizes how truly beautiful he is. It’s obvious that the General had at least cleaned up before coming over—his face is closely-shaven, a vast difference from that old news article clipping that had shown him sporting a full beard. And there isn’t a speck of dirt or a wrinkle in sight on the forest green uniform—the badges, medals and ribbons shining beneath the warm Virginia sun. His dark eyes are war-weathered and have wrinkles in the corners, but his mouth possesses deep smile lines and adorable dimples. Gilbert can feel himself falling in love with him all over again. “George, what are you doing here? What about the War?”

“I received a medical leave,” the General says, smiling down at his young friend. His hand shoots up to tuck a stray curl behind the younger man’s ear, and Gil melts into the action—eyes fluttering at the feeling of his calloused hands that press against the side of his cheek. “I got shot in the knee in Italy, and they’re giving me time to recover before I deploy again. Doctors say it’ll at least be a year.”

They stand in the doorway for a moment, Gilbert enjoying the feel of George’s presence and the faint smell of the older man’s cologne wafting off of his body before he pulls away and ushers him inside, picking up the two duffel bags that had accompanied his war hero on his trip. Once the door is safely closed and locked, Gil turns back to the man and wrings his hands in front of him.

“George I… I hope… I hope you don’t…” the words escape him, and with every moment that ticks by, the knots of anxiety return to haunt his stomach. He feels nauseous again, dizzy… almost as though he might faint, before George steadies his soldiers and brings his focus back to what's important.

“If this is about what you said in your last letter, you hush all of that right this moment. Oh, Gilbert…” he sighs, cupping the side of the young man's face again. Gil closes the space between them, his hand darting out to lace his fingers with George’s. His heart skips several beats when he notices the soldier doesn’t immediately pull away from the small act of affection. “I thought… I was scared of my feelings about you, too. Do you know that? I really was. I loved… I love you, but I also know what happens to men who… who…”

“George,” Gilbert whispers, eyes finding his. He shakes his head slightly, a small comfort for the two of them. For right now, they didn’t have to use the words. They didn’t have to put a term to these forbidden emotions swirling like a cesspool between the two of them. Those things could come later. Right now, all the Frenchman wants is to just bask in the feeling of an enormous weight of relief being lifted from his shoulders. Revel in the idea that his General didn’t hate him, or wasn’t disgusted by him—that he shared the same feelings.

Labels were useless when they had all of this love between the two of them.

“But… I realize now, that I can’t be fearful anymore. As as much I am, I am more afraid of losing you than anything else in the world. Than the war, than the possibility of prosecution, than death. I couldn’t begin to imagine a life without you again, especially when I’m sent back to battle. You were my sunshine in that warzone, and I desperately need you. Gil, we can do this together. We can’t be normal, we’ll never live normal lives that you see between man and wife. But we can be very happy together.”

“Oh, George. You’ll be given a blue discharge if we’re found out. Even worse, we’ll be separated, or killed or… or you’ll be hurt.”

“Why should I continue to fight for a country that won’t fight for me anyways? Why should I care about the consequences if I don’t take a chance to enjoy the action?” George insists, his grip on Gilbert’s hand tightening for just a moment. The younger man's eyes sparkle, both with tears and an overabundance of joy and admiration. He realized that things would be difficult for them—homosexuality was illegal, and if either of them were caught, they could face anything from forced castration to prison to death. But standing in the middle of the foyer of his Uncle’s mansion, holding hands with the one of the most esteemed war heroes of this time, Gilbert can’t bring himself to think too much of it. He is happy, for now, and that is all he needs.

Standing on the tips of his toes, Gil presses his lips against the older man’s—deepening the kiss when George cups his face tightly and pulls him closer. Their mouths move together in perfect synchronization as George’s hands slide down to his waist—gripping him tightly, keeping them so close together they could almost fuse into one being. Gil can’t help but notice that his lover—lover, how absurd—tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, and that the light layer of stubble on his chin scratches at him. They only pull away when Gil remembers that his family would be home soon, and they couldn’t be too brazen about this.

“George, I… I love you.”

“I love you, too, my love,” he responds, smiling like Gilbert was the sun, moon and stars. The Frenchman can feel himself falling head over heels in love all over again. He laughs when George crouches down to sweep him off his feet, the sounds of joy echoing throughout the empty house. Carrying him towards the staircase, George grins down at him. “Now come here, you silly boy, you never told me the rest about that dream you had where you ran off to the circus.”

Author’s Notes: i read two articles about homosexuality in the 1940s that helped formulate the mixed sort of secrecy and candidness of george & gilbert’s romance. if you’re interested, they are here:

http://www.latimes.com/local/california/la-me-adv-lgbt-archive-20150830-story.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1900%E2%80%9349_in_LGBT_rights

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