#ben tallmadge x oc

[amberlynnmurdock]

New Love, New Haven

Chapter Sixteen: Blue & Silver

Pairing: Benjamin Tallmadge x Original Female Character

Summary: Sadie reunites with her father and Nathan for one last family supper at the start of the New Year: 1776. Sadie and Ben have a reunion before he officially leaves with the Continental Army.

Ao3 Link

January 1776

New Haven, CT 

It felt like a lifetime since she was last in New Haven, Connecticut. 

As the carriage made its way through the snowy tracks in the woods, Sadie gazed out the window feeling less than excited to be returning home for the foreseeable future. Tensions were higher than they’d ever been and her father insisted she come back to New Haven until things settled. But Sadie made a promise to herself she wouldn’t spend more than a month here—she’d find a way to convince her father to go back to Middletown with Genny. There was absolutely no way she would stay. 

She fiddled with the hem of her light pink dress and adjusted the earmuffs on her head as she recognized the familiar bend of the trees signaling she was almost there. She had her bags at her feet and her books next to her. On top of the pile was a small poetry book, green with gold lettering. Inside the book was a letter she received from Ben recently. To pass the time, she read and re-read the letter. 

My Dearest Sadie, 

It’s a good thing you are returning to New Haven for the time being. I know you are likely unhappy but it truly is for the best right now. The air has been so uncertain as of late. Soon, it will be me, you, a new book, sharing port wine. 

I love you, 

Ben 

She bit her lip, carefully placing the letter back in the book. She rested her head against the back of the carriage and closed her eyes. 

☆☆☆☆

Not a thing has changed in New Haven since she left it—save for a few extra Red Coats prowling the streets. She no longer felt intimidated by their presence. She adopted the mindset of “If I’m not doing anything wrong, they can’t hurt me” and it had helped her a lot. She smiled when she passed one. She greeted them when she was spoken to. She kept on her merry way. The carriage passed two officers in conversation walking down the cobblestone path. Still, she sunk lower in her seat. 

Finally, she arrived at the Ordinary. Her father was waiting outside the door for her, arms crossed with a look of anticipation on his face. When he saw the carriage pull up, he uncrossed his arms and immediately opened the door for Sadie.

“Father—“

“Sadie!” Her father, Richard, greeted her loudly, helping her step out of the carriage. She blushed in embarrassment as he pulled her in for a hug, but eventually, she hugged him back. She didn’t realize how much she had missed him until she was back. Maybe being home wouldn’t be as awful as she thought. Maybe it was something she didn’t realize she needed.

The Ordinary was still the same as it had been: dim lighting, wooden floor, same barrels, and oak table. The bar still had the same musty, syrupy smell—a scent that brought her back in time when Nathan and Ben were still in school. She smiled to herself as she could almost imagine herself there, behind the bar, carefully watching Ben in secret. She was intrigued by him then as she still is now. 

The bar was closed for the day for family matters. Richard wanted Sadie to get settled before she would eventually assume the position behind the bar again. Slowly, she was warming up to the idea of being home again: she truly is happy to help her father again, even if for a few weeks. 

Richard placed her bags at the floor and locked the bar. 

“Goodness, Sadie, what do you keep in these bags, rocks?”

“Books,” Sadie simply said as she looked around the bar amused. “Not much has changed, has it?”

“No,” her father answered, placing his hands on his hips. “I got the bar waxed again recently but it’s still sticky. Ah, oh well. No one really sits there anyway.”

“The same regulars come in?” Sadie asked, slowly walking around the floor. 

“O’course,” he shrugged. “We get a few more… Red Coats now, too.”

“I suspected that,” Sadie affirmed. “Well, I can take my bags upstairs and settle in.”

“Will you need help with that?” 

Sadie turns around in startling surprise at a third voice. Her jaw drops and her eyes widen as she sees her brother, Nathan, coming out from the kitchen.

“Nathan!” Sadie exclaimed, immediately running into his open arms. So overcome with emotion and surprise, Sadie couldn’t help the tears that formed in her eyes and shed on her brother’s jacket. She squeezed him tightly as he held her in return, kissing the top of her head.

“Hello Ace of Sades,” Nathan laughed, pulling back to look at his sister. “How are you?”

“How am I? I—wait…,” Sadie trailed off, scrunching her brows. “You’re not supposed to be seen. You’re—“

“I snuck in overnight. In disguise, through the basement. I cannot stay long but I knew I had to see you before I went back to the post,” Nathan explained. Sadie looked over her shoulder at her disapproving father. After reading Ben’s letter last year, Nathan did indeed join the Continental Army as a lieutenant, which loomed a dark cloud over the entire Hale family (at least the members who knew). Sadie was dismayed when she found out from Genny and couldn’t help but feel that familiar pang in her heart as she did when she first saw Ben’s letter. But if there was a chance for them to be free from the King, then there was hope, too. 

And now, the bar being closed for "family matters” makes a lot more sense to Sadie. 

“I’m so lucky I get to see you tonight,” Sadie smiled. “So that means you’re staying for dinner?”

“Yes,” Nathan nodded. His blonde hair was tied back. Sadie wasn’t sure if it was the lighting or not, but over the past couple of years, it went from a bright golden color to a dirty blonde. He was wearing a dark jacket and pants that were slightly tattered. He truly has traded in his career of teaching for putting their country first. 

“So, should I salute you now whenever I see you?” Sadie giggled, trying to make light of a rather daunting situation. Nathan smiled brightly and scratched the back of his head rather sheepishly.

“Actually,” he began, “I was just promoted to Captain.” 

If it were possible for her heart to leap and drop at the same time, then it surely just did for Sadie. How could she be excited for her brother and yet terrified for what this could mean? A more important rank in the army meant for more important…missions, whatever they were. This was a subject she hadn’t studied at all with Nathan nor Ben: war. She knew nothing of it, other than that she didn’t like it. 

Still, to be a good sister and to show support for something her brother clearly believed in and wanted to do, she cheered for him and gave him another hug. Sadie ignored the sinking feeling in her chest as best she could. 

☆☆☆☆

Nathan spent most of the time in the basement hiding. Sadie went upstairs to her old room and began to unpack her belongings, the memories this room held overwhelmed her mind. She puffed the pillows and remade the bed with fresh sheets. She lined her books on her old desk and placed every letter Ben had written her safely tied on top. 

Sadie passed the time by reading in her bed, waiting for her father to finish cooking dinner. They blocked out the windows of the bar and only lit a few candles at a table in the middle of the room. Nathan and Sadie sat next to each other across from Richard. As they ate their chicken and gravy, Sadie took in this rare and special moment. Nathan was talking to their father about what subjects he was teaching before he decided to join the army. Richard told him about the updates on the bar and what changes were happening in New Haven. 

Sadie wished it could be this simple all the time, but she knew these easy times wouldn’t last long—at least for the foreseeable future. She didn't know it, but this would be the last time the three of them would ever be in the same room again. 

☆☆☆☆

End of July 1776

Middletown, CT 

Sadie was lying low in her abode, on the outskirts of Middletown, CT. Like she promised herself all those months ago, she wouldn’t stay in New Haven forever. To her advantage, living on her own was easier to obtain than she thought. She stayed in the back house of Genny and her father’s farm. 

She was expecting Ben at any moment now. It was late. She lay in bed with her hands folded across her chest, staring at the wooden ceiling of the small house she lived in. There was a fire going and the only sound that filled the air was the crackle of the wood. When she heard the familiar clops of hooves from outside, she shot up in bed and stared at her door in anticipation. 

A special code of knocks came from the door: twice fast and three times slow. Once she confirmed the code, she immediately went over to the door and opened it, ushering Ben inside. She didn’t even get to have a good look at him until she locked the door shut and turned around.

It was quite the sight to see: Ben had longer hair now, and just like Nathan’s, his hair too had gotten a bit darker. Though his golden locks still shined when the light hit it just right. Ben, with his soft blue doe eyes and light blush on his cheeks, felt Sadie staring at him, taking all of him in. He was taller when he wore those boots. It wasn’t the musket that was the most distracting thing on him though—it was the blue and silver jacket he wore, with tassels on each shoulder. It was the white lining down the middle and matching silver buttons. It was the way Sadie was looking at him like it was the first time she ever saw him. 

“Wow,” she breathed. This was the first time she had seen him since he too joined the army. Ben slowly lifted the musket off his shoulders and set it carefully down in the corner of the room, watching Sadie as he did so. She held his gaze. His boots stomped across the floor. Sadie felt the vibrations in the wood. He took off his boots and placed them carefully by the door. 

Despite how this image of Ben was telling of their future, she couldn’t deny how incredibly handsome he looked in his official uniform. 

“Is this the last time I’ll see you?” Sadie asked, skipping niceties and getting straight to the point. She had an edge in her tone that even shocked her when she spoke. Something in Ben’s expression softened. He knew this reunion would go one way or another. 

“At least for a little while,” he answered truthfully, gentleness in his voice. The fact of the matter was this: two of the most important men in Sadie’s life were going out to war. The risk was self-explanatory. Ben wanted to be understanding and think of this from her point of view. She had every right to be upset and scared. Just as he had every right to decide to join. 

She couldn’t meet his eyes. She kept her gaze on the floor. Ben sighed—he didn’t want this moment to be sour. It was just as hard for him as it was for her. He took a step toward her and lifted his hands to touch her face. When she felt Ben’s warm fingers on her jaw, she melted to his touch. It was no use to continue being stubborn, when all Ben was offering right now was peace amid the war in her mind. 

“Sadie,” Ben whispered, “I don’t want to leave on a bad note.”

“But you are leaving, no?” Sadie questioned, that shining rage sparking in her heart. “You are?”

“I have to,” Ben answered her again, keeping his voice low. “But you’re mistaking it for leaving you as well.”

“That’s what it looks like,” Sadie argued, biting her lip to keep from crying. “You’re going to be gone for God knows how long—and you being in the Continental Army, well, I sure can’t be seen with you, or else they’ll take me and—“

“Shh,” Ben hushed her, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She looked him deeply in his eyes. Despite being in the presence of a different Ben, she fought hard to still see the stars in his eyes. “I’ve snuck around to see you before. I’ll sneak around again.”

Sadie wanted to believe him, but being part of the army came with lots of traveling and stations. How on earth would he ever be able to leave a post in secret, just to see her? It was wishful thinking, she thought. It was something sweet to coat something bitter. It felt like a lie. 

But there was one thing about Ben: he’d never lie to her. And Sadie knew that. She was struggling harder with this reality than she thought she would. She thought she was stronger than this. 

“Do you know how hard this is for me?” She whispered, more to herself than to Ben, and looked away. Ben placed his other hand on the small of her back, bringing her a step closer to him.

“Of course, I know,” Ben replied. “It’s hard for me, too. But sometimes we have to do hard things so that we can move closer to the future we want.” 

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough to watch you go away,” Sadie admitted. “I was hardly okay with Nathan. And now I have to worry about both of you.”

“I will protect Nathan,” Ben told her. “You have my word, Sadie.” 

“And what about you?” She asked, meeting his eyes again. “Who will protect you?”

“My love for you will,” he answered simply, shrugging his shoulder. “I’m doing this for our country and us. I’m doing this so I—“ Ben’s voice faltered, almost confessing to something he hadn’t even spoken to Sadie about yet. In the pocket of his coat was a silver ring he had made for her. When they were ready, he would take it to a proper jeweler but for now, it was all he had. A promise. A wish. A hope to make her his wife when this was all over. 

The struggle of his thoughts was written all over his face. Sadie looked at him expectantly. 

“What? What is it?” Sadie asked. 

What was the use in waiting, Ben thought? As certain as he wanted things to be, that he would come back to her and that everything would be okay, the truth was nothing was certain. Except for what he’s about to confess. 

“I’m doing this so when I come back I can properly ask for your hand in marriage, Sadie,” Ben said earnestly, locking his eyes with her hazel ones. He continued to caress her cheek and wiped a tear away that fell. Sadie closed her eyes and placed her hand on top of his. 

“Oh, Ben,” Sadie cried. Ben wrapped his arms completely around Sadie and brought her into his chest. He rested his head on top of hers and swayed her gently. 

“I want you to be my wife one day, Sadie. I need you to understand why I’m going now.”

“I’m sorry, Ben,” Sadie uttered against his blue jacket. “I’ve been so mean. I know you are doing what you want for our country—I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Ben shook his head. “It’s nothing any of us could’ve prepared for. Listen, Sadie,” he pulled back to look at her again, “I love you. I will come back to you. It’s going to be hard, but I promise you it will be worth it.”

“Okay,” Sadie nodded, letting go of her anxieties and worries inside. All they had was right now. Sadie needed to keep this moment with her forever. She looked at him in jacket again and wiped her tears away. She took shaky breaths as she fiddled with the buttons and pulled on the tassels at his shoulders. She smiled. 

“Maybe I was just so upset with how handsome you look in this uniform,” she laughed. Ben laughed in return and smiled now that he saw Sadie smiling. 

“It’s a lot to get used to,” he answered. 

“Captain Tallmadge,” Sadie breathed looking at him in amusement. “You must love that.”

“Another thing to get used to,” Ben blushed. “Sadie,” he began more seriously, standing a bit taller now. He reached into his pocket and slipped out the silver ring. “This is my promise,” Ben whispered as he slid it on her left ring finger. 

“Let me say yes now,” She whispered. Sadie tried to hold his gaze but all she could see was how close his lips were getting to hers. Before she knew it, he was kissing her with so much intent and passion, it made her fall into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her again and spun her around to lead her to her bed. 

His blue and silver coat was thrown on the floor as they made their way to her bed. Ben sincerely hoped the next time he was this intimate with Sadie, they’d already be free. 

#ben tallmadge #amc turn #turn #turn: washington's spies #seth numrich #ben tallmadge x reader #ben tallmadge x oc #new love new haven

[arrthurpendragon]

Since I've been watching TURN, I've been thinking about Lydia Woodhull.

Since I created her years ago, other OCs have popped up with the same faceclaim. Now, I don't care that others use her. I don't have a monopoly on faceclaims. I'm just debating using someone new since there are a few more resources available since Lydia's creation.

*Suggestions don't have to be redheads. Any hair color is fine.

#oc: lydia woodhull #fic: of love and war #fd: turn washington's spies #benjamin tallmadge x oc #ben tallmadge x oc

[enbylestat]

Anti-hero

Anti-hero

the beginning.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48428218/chapters/122150491

Pairing: multi - but primarily Benjamin Tallmadge/an original character of mine & Lestat de Lioncourt/an original character of mine.

Fandom: multi-fandom crossover & my own original work. TURN: Washington’s Spies x My own original work x Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice x the TTRPG Vampire: The Masquerade.

Rating: E - explicit. standard reminder to read tags and if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Summary: An exploration in perspectives, heroism, anti-heroism, goodness, evil, love, mortality and what makes one a monster or the very nature of human?

Excerpt: Blue eyes mind you, were he of the fairer sex he’d fall into instantly, eyes that poor down like New York rain. Quite unlike his steely blue of the Auvergne in France. No words come to Lestat’s mouth but they don’t have to. It takes a liar to know a liar. — Lestat de Lioncourt

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37

Playlist.

Archive of our own.

Link of links.

#fic: anti hero #turn fanfiction #vc fic #enbylestat #fan fiction #fan fic #my fic #turn: washington's spies #turn washington's spies #american revolution #lestat de lioncourt #benjamin tallmadge #my writing #ben tallmadge #18th century #vampire chronicles #multifandom #ben x oc #lestat x oc #canon x oc #crossover #amc turn #turn amc #vampire x human #louis de pointe du lac #vampire: the masquerade #amrev fandom #historical fiction #gothic horror #queue are the damndest creature

[meerawrites]

First/Last line tag...

Tagged by: @scifimagpie, @mrbexwrites, @gracehosborn @pb-dot, and @jmhwritesstuff thank you. <3

Tagging: @musicboxmemories, @amberlynnmurdock, @malicious-compliance-esq and @arrthurpendragon (if you want).

Anti-hero.

Chapter 31: His and mine are the same

(the crossover of all time move over every superhero franchise... ever /hj)

Audrey had gone to bed, until the next night, and the next, and so it continued. When she heard cannon fire she assumed the worst– she could not help it. Fate, or maybe, the backhand of God was seldom kind. She’d lost it all before, she was a liar, a killer and a public ledger, after all, and he a spy, why should either of them live after all they’ve done. If justice existed– but then, it didn’t. The world was bleak and cruel, and yet Audrey still found some light in it, just please– live. I love you- I need you, just… please. She did not spare him for him to become a tragedy of war against empire… just, please.  October 20th, 1781.  Clip–clop-clip–clop–clip-clop.  Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy. --------------------------------------------------------- “You’re alive,” Audrey repeated astonished.  “Of course I am,” Tallmadge said blue eyes looking at her with some new renewed astonishment.  Now, Audrey did not know anything of military strategy, one of the few things she didn’t know.  “We won,” Benjamin added with a boyish grin, a weight seeming to have left him, finally. “Cornwallis trapped himself, he couldn’t even show up to formally surrender,” Tallmadge added a bit smugly.  All at once a flood of other fears and questions, so many questions, crossed Benjamin’s well informed mind. Then he looks rather aghast, as though he was recalling something he would rather not.  “Help me,” Tallmadge managed weakly, but it was desperate and earnest, after all he had seen. It sounded rather more like a distract me to Madam Audrey. So, that she would do.

#meerawrites #fic: anti hero #ben tallmadge #benjamin tallmadge #oc: Audrey #ben x oc #canon x oc #vampire x human #turn fanfiction #turn: washington's spies #turn washington's spies #turn amc #amc turn #american revolution #18th century #historical fiction #gothic horror #queue are more than what people see

[honorhearted]

And I, I'll wrap myself Around your heart I'll be the walls of his heart And I, I'll keep a light on To call you back home @pagetreader

#okay to rebagel #you had a stinky day SO YOU GET A STINKY EDIT <3 lol #i mean you've seen this in vid form #but here have this since it's more complete #anyway i aggravated my arm making this so i might as well put it in the t.ags #through a glass darkly #pagetreader #ben x rebekah #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #ben x oc #my stoofs

[melpomeneprose]

Oh, I will ruin you.

John Bolton (Benjamin Tallmadge or 721) x Clara: @curseconsumed.

#curseconsumed #curseconsumed (clara) #muse: benjamin tallmadge #ben x clara #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #visage / merely aiding nature #aes / the lovers you take are dangerous #18th century #american revolution #musings / the wicked have their virtues #turn: washington's spies #turn washington's spies #turn amc #amc turn #ben x oc #historical verse. #for skill in music named / queue

[queerquaintrelle]

TURNsgiving 2023 day 4: Rarepair/Crackship Appreciation

"Love, let my love inside go free!" — Free, Mother Mother (The Vampire Audrey ~ charmantevamp/Benjamin Tallmadge)

Read their stories here.

I won’t lie, I went through a myriad of Benjamin Tallmadge x character ships before returning to this one. But, I’ve already expounded on Sarah’s wasted narrative potential at length (x), @honorhearted already mentioned Ben/Peggy, and! @musicboxmemories already highlighted Ben/Anna, (Mary Floyd Tallmadge - I see you and I appreciate you, likewise, an honourable to Ben and Caleb’s dynamic, romantic, or platonically, or queer platonically).

A classic case of "the MC doesn’t have a love interest canonically to match wits with or have narrative juxtaposition with, so we must do it ourselves."

#turnsgiving2023 #turnsgiving #meeraedits #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #oc: audrey #turn: washington's spies #turn washington's spies #turn amc #amc turn #american revolution #18th century #vampires #my edit #turn fanfiction #my writing #Ben x oc #canon x oc #vampire x human #jessica brown findlay #seth numrich #fan fiction #fan fic #my fic #weapons cw #blood cw

[musicboxmemories]

Ben x OC + Fic Quotes “The World is Made W.rong” by musicboxmemories / “The Summer S.oldier and the Sunshine P.atriot” by Cchambers / “Of Love and W.ar” by ocfairygodmother / “All Done Up in Blue and Gold” by WeTellTheirStory / “To K.iss, to C.onsume” by musicboxmemories

#turnedit #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #original female character #turn fanfiction #turn #turn washington's spies #perioddramaedit #perioddrama #bella heathcote #gabriella wilde #eleanor tomlinson #christina ricci #lily collins #gifs #mine #fanfiction #fanfic #ben x oc #turn amc

[annawoodhull]

If I write some Benjamin x Abigail drabbles, should I post them??? I’m having Turn withdrawals 😭

#oc: abigail williams #turn washington's spies #benjamin tallmadge #ben x oc #benjamin x oc #benjamin x abigail

[charmantevamp]

Uncertain Coupling

Uncertain coupling : Ben x Audrey

Inspiration.

1. Elastic Heart - Sia

2. Dog Days are over - Florence & the machine

3. Poet - Bastille

4. Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia

5. I feel you - depeche mode

6. People Will Say We’re in Love - Oklahoma

7. Take Me To Church - Hozier

8. El Tango de Roxanne - Moulin Rouge

9. All I’ve Ever Known - Hadestown

10. Total Eclipse of the Heart - Sleeping At Last

11. My Boy Builds Coffins - Florence & the machine

12. Lovesong for a Vampire - Annie Lennox

Tagging: @honorhearted.

Some people think I am a decade older than I am because of my taste in music and literature, I find that honestly amusing.

#honorhearted #ben x audrey #benjamin / my sunbeam #music / audrey #ben x oc #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #visage / charmante #aes / material world #playlist #my playlist #ooc / the poet

[amberlynnmurdock]

New Love, New Haven

Chapter Fifteen: A Change of Heart

Pairing: Benjamin Tallmadge x Original Female Character

Summary: After the Battle of Lexington & Concord, things shift dramatically for Ben and Sadie.

Ao3 Link

The Battle of Lexington and Concord happened on April 19, 1775. The British army set out for Lexington in hopes of capturing Samuel Adams and John Hancock. Other British troops made their way to Concord, Massachusetts, to steal and destroy the rebels’ weapons. But before either plan could be played out, it was leaked to the rebels’ side, giving them ample time to prepare for defense. This battle kicked off the American Revolution and inspired more colonists to stand up to the British and fight for their freedom. 

April 1775 

Wethersfield

Ben Tallmadge stood outside the General Store, reading and re-reading the headline of today’s paper. 

AMERICAN SENTIMENTS FOLLOWING BATTLES OF LEXINGTON AND CONCORD; YOUNG MEN VOLUNTEERING TO FIGHT.

Something stirred in him—if it were possible for time to completely stop, then it certainly had for Ben at that moment as he continued to read the newspaper article about the bloody battle. It wasn’t the act of reading the headline itself that made him feel uncomfortable, but the fact that he agreed with the rebels. 

Well, perhaps discomfort wasn’t the word…but something along the lines of anticipation. Anticipation for what? He wasn’t exactly sure. 

Ben glanced around and looked at the hustling and bustling of people in Wethersfield, people paying no mind to the news he was reading about. And why weren’t they reading about it? Didn’t they care to see what happened to their brothers who fought in the battle and won? Didn’t they realize what this meant, what was about to happen in this country?

“Sickening, innit?” A man Ben didn’t know said aloud, reading the same headline. “Damned bottom-o-the-barrel men attacking the people who keep us safe. Shameful,” the old man spat on the ground. It was clear where his loyalties lay. Ben tensed his shoulders. This was strange territory to be in—suddenly uncertain how to act around people when topics like war are brought up. 

“It is terrible,” Ben utters, which isn’t untrue—war is bloody. And if this battle meant anything, it meant it wouldn’t be the last. Many men lost their lives for this one victory. One victory of many, many to be won. It’s terrible that impending war comes with a price. 

“Hopefully that’ll be the last and those rotten rebels will realize how much the King provides for us here,” the man spits again, shaking his head. Ben uses all his strength to not frown and gesture around the town—provide what exactly? Nearly all of the town has Red Coats living in other people's homes, taking more of the ration for food, and drinking their ale. What exactly is being provided for the people who live here? 

At first, these thoughts were merely just challenging the reality in which many colonists lived—but to see something like this battle take place, a glimmer of hope that no, we all don’t have to live this way, was invigorating—terrifying, and unclear. But, what if there were more of them than the Red Coats? These thoughts swarmed in Ben’s mind, more so in the past two years. 

Ben adjusted his satchel on his shoulder, wished the old man a good day, and was off on his way to school—itching to write to his dear friend, Nathan Hale. 

☆☆☆☆

Ben has been teaching the same group of boys since his first day at Wethersfield. They were all a bit more grown now, a little more mature, but all around the same fun as they were. No longer did Ben have to remind them to straighten their backs and have their ink and quill out. No longer did Ben have to settle them down from being rowdy.

“Good morning, everyone,” Ben announced as he walked into the school room and placed his bag on his chair. 

“Morning, Mr. Tallmadge,” they all said in unison. 

“I hope you all had a good evening and are ready for today’s lesson: Shakespeare. Please, pull out your books.”

The young men all ruffled through their bags and plopped their books on their desks. Ben turned around and began to write on the chalkboard the theme they’d be focusing on which was tragedies—a rather darker subject, but one that must be taught. Ben liked to start with the heavier topics before getting to the lighter ones. 

“Please turn to page 150 and read the first act of Hamlet,” Ben said, still facing the chalkboard. When he turned around, he saw all but one student reading the book. 

Joel, the youngest of the class, sat towards the back right of the room, quietly staring down at his empty desk. Ben furrowed his brows. 

“Young Joel?” Ben called. “Could you please bring out your book?”

Joel looked up from his desk, afraid to meet Ben’s eyes. Other kids started to get distracted from the conversation as they glanced up from the pages quickly.

“I don’t have it, sir,” Joel said quietly. 

“Oh,” Ben answered, “did you forget it?”

“No, I did not, sir.”

Ben sensed there was something Joel wasn’t telling him—it wasn’t like him to not have his book, and offer no good reason as to why. Well, if he didn’t forget it, then where was it? Ben made eye contact with a few distracted students and gave them a look that said focus. He walked quietly to where Joel sat and crouched to meet him at his level. 

“Joel,” Ben said gently, “Is everything all right? If you haven’t forgotten your book, then where is it?” When Ben met Joel’s brown eyes, it was then he saw how tired the young man looked—looking far more tired than any 10-year-old should. And now that he saw it, Joel didn’t even have his bag with him. 

“It was taken,” Joel said quietly, voice quivering. 

“Taken?” Ben questioned, “Someone stole it? Do you know who?”

“You know the battle that just happened, Mr. Tallmadge?” Joel asked, finally making eye contact with Ben. 

Ben shifted nervously, looking around at the other students to make sure they were focused on their reading and not their conversation. He nodded. “Yes.”

“The soldier staying in my house got very angry. He drank all the liquor in my father’s cabinet, bottles he’d been saving for a long time. He ruined everything in the house, and took my bag and ripped everything out,” Joel explained, his throat bobbing from keeping from crying. “I’m sorry, Mr. Tallmadge, all my work is ruined and the books you gave me are ripped apart.”

Ben’s mouth fell agape as Joel explained this to him. He felt a rush in his veins, a weight on his heart—and above all, rage. 

Ben clenched his fists behind his back. “Joel,” Ben said calmly, “are you safe at home?”

“As long as he doesn’t come back,” Joel whispered, “he was called by his officer to leave for Boston.”

“So the soldier isn’t staying at your house anymore?” Ben asked. 

“Not now,” Joel said. 

“Okay,” Ben nodded, “Good. Joel, I’m very sorry you had to witness something like that. If you need anything, please let me know. I can talk to your parents after today’s lesson. You can use my book for the time being,” Ben gently patted Joel’s back. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Tallmadge,” Joel said quietly. “It’s been a horrid few weeks at home.” 

Ben pursed his lips. This wasn’t right. None of it. As he looked around the room of his students, he wondered who else was silently suffering, sharing space with a Red Coat in their home. 

For the first time, Ben wished it was the end of the day already. As his students continued to read, he sat down at his desk and began to write his letter to Nathan. 

☆☆☆☆

Middletown

Sadie Hale wandered the aisles of the local herbalist in town, gathering stems of lavender and garlic for the patients she and Genny were tending to. After two years of learning about healing, it was finally time for her and Genny to put what they’d learned to the test. It was humbling for Sadie to find out that healing was her true calling. 

It seemed her fears of being stuck in New Haven were not true at all. Moving to Middletown with Genny and her father was the best decision she could’ve made. New people, new places, and most of all, new learning opportunities. To be brief, Sadie was happy with her new life here without a parent looking over her shoulder and not a person she needed to ask if they wanted more ale. 

She even got to see Nathan occasionally, now that he was teaching in a town not so far from Middletown. When he and Genny weren’t spending nights together, Sadie was spending time with her brother, who still shared his notes with her and kept her up to date on his teachings. Sadie was happy to hear he continued to teach girls early in the morning. 

“I’ve told them about you,” Nathan gave a crooked smile to Sadie as she was preparing baskets for the early morning. “My youngest sister Sadie, who loves to learn and one day will be a teacher herself.”

“Oh, please,” Sadie laughed softly, “you have not.”

“I have!” Nathan said incredulously, “They need someone other than me to look up to, you know. An older woman who also loves to read and learn.”

“I am not that much older!” Sadie said in playful horror. 

“I know,” Nathan laughed, “You know what I mean. Older than them, at least.” 

“I’d love to come visit one day,” Sadie said with hope, “I’m not sure how that would work, but I’d love to.”

“You could be a guest speaker! It’ll be grand!” Nathan smiled brightly, bringing Sadie in for a side hug. 

Sadie smiled at the memory from not too long ago. She continued to walk the aisles of the shop when her mind drifted to Benjamin. 

Oh yes, Ben. Her best-kept secret. The thought of him brought a protective warmth throughout her chest and her heart leaped as she realized it was the weekend she would secretly be visiting him. 

With the help of Genny, who had to make runs for special herbs to Wethersfield occasionally, Sadie would come as her assistant—except, she wouldn’t stay or help Genny at all. She was dropped off at Ben’s small cottage on the way. 

It was like the early days in New Haven—Ben and Sadie seeing each other in secret. It was frowned upon for a young girl like Sadie to be seeing someone who wasn’t yet her husband—let alone staying in his house. Another thing was the Red Coats. They needed not to find out about Ben and Sadie. Especially the Ensign who stayed with Genny, her father, and Sadie in Middletown, who’s taken an uncomfortable liking to Sadie. 

When Sadie was done grabbing what she needed, she paid for the herbs and stepped outside, greeted with a warm breeze that hinted that May was around the corner. The warm, peaceful moment was quickly seized as a tall Red Coat in large brown boots stomped his way over. 

Ensign Williams, with his jet-black hair and to other ladies of the village would think is a dashing smile, walked right up to Sadie, who seemingly followed her from her home. 

“Ms. Hale, let me help you with your basket,” he offered, already reaching for it. Sadie pulled it quickly away. 

“It’s alright, Ensign Williams. I’ve got it myself,” she mustered a smile. 

“Oh please,” the Ensign said urgently, “I insist.” 

“It’s fine, really,” Sadie smiled nervously as Ensign Williams stepped in front of her, blocking her from walking forward. 

“It’s impolite to refuse help from a soldier, Ms. Hale,” Ensign Williams cocked an eyebrow. “After all, we do so much to protect your household. Especially after that wretched battle, those men think it’s such a victory. If anything, it has caused more money to be spent to help healour men.”

And what about our men, Sadie wanted to say. She flinched at how aggressively the Ensign was speaking to her. She nodded her head, hoping he was done with his tangent. Unfortunately, he wasn’t.

“You know, our army could use your help, if things go awry,” he said in a much softer, chilling tone. He placed his thumb on Sadie’s chin, and Sadie flinched again. 

“What are you so afraid of?” He said smugly, “I said we protect you. I protect you,” Ensign Williams caressed Sadie’s chin some more before he grabbed her basket. “Let me help,” he commanded. 

Sadie swallowed hard, feeling her heart hammer in her chest. Finally, he let go of her chin and began to walk Sadie home. He smiled at other people in the town, tipping his tricorn hat and wishing them all a good day—being otherwise pleasant and approachable. How can he easily fool everyone? Although she hated housing a red coat, Sadie missed the previous soldier they had staying—an older gentleman, who never bothered any of them.

Ensign Williams was insufferable, and more often than not Sadie felt unsafe in his presence. 

“You’re awfully quiet, Sadie,” Ensign Williams spoke up as they began to exit the center of town. “Don’t you have anything to say, to entertain?”

Sadie huffed softly, “Not really. I’m a bit tired.” She lied. 

“Tired? You didn’t look tired inside the herb shop,” Ensign Williams cocked an eyebrow.

“You followed me?” Sadie questioned. 

“It’s my job to protect the people of the house I’m staying in.”

“That doesn’t mean you follow them everywhere,” Sadie gently argued. The Ensign stopped in his tracks and grabbed Sadie’s left arm roughly. She gasped and met his dark eyes. 

“Should someone see you grabbing me like this, I’d think you’d be in trouble,” Sadie quickly said, her voice shaking. 

“Should they see me, they’d think you’d done something to provoke being grabbed. Now listen carefully,” the Ensign lowered his voice. “I don’t appreciate the way you speak to me when all I’ve offered is kindness and help. Should this continue, you’ll have to learn some new manners.” 

Sadie wanted to talk back, but she bit her tongue and held his cold stare. His fingers were deeply digging into her skin, squeezing. When he let go she hoped it wouldn’t leave a mark. 

The rest of the walk to the house was silent and awkward. Sadie stared at the ground and watched her feet take each step, when all of a sudden she heard the Ensign curse under his breath as they approached the house. 

“Christ,” he cursed, “What is he doing here?”

When Sadie looked up and saw General Howe standing with two other men, her heart dropped and then leaped at the same time—this could only mean one thing. 

“Ensign Williams,” General Howe greeted. When he saw Sadie next to him, his expression softened into a smile. “Ms. Hale.”

“Lovely to see you, General Howe,” Sadie smiled. “What brings you here? Should I heat up some tea?” Ensign Williams shot Sadie a suspicious look at her sudden hospitality. 

“Oh, we’d love to stay, but that won’t be necessary,” General Howe said, “I’ve come to collect Ensign Williams. I’m so sorry you’ll be absent a soldier in your home, especially after the recent battle. But I assure you, your home will be assigned a new soldier in no time, so you feel safer at night.” 

“Where are we off to, General? I would’ve hoped for a correspondence to let me know I’d be leaving,” Ensign Williams said in a controlled voice—unhappy with the surprise. 

“Well, speaking of the battle, we’ve been called to move further south to New Jersey. We’ll have to leave Connecticut for a short while. I’m afraid we must move quickly to meet the rest of the men at the harbor.” 

Sadie would jump with glee if she could—not only would it be less stressful around the house, but it would be much easier to leave with Genny tonight and see Ben. 

☆☆☆☆

Wethersfield

While Ben tidied up his abode for Sadie tonight, he couldn’t stop thinking about the battle, Joel, and the current state of affairs. He dusted his desk and straightened the chair. He lined his leather books against the wall and fluffed his pillow. No matter what he tried to focus on, his mind was occupied. He gasped when he realized he never finished his letter to Nathan earlier at the schoolhouse. Ben immediately drew his chair out and sat down. He ruffled in his bag for the letter and spread the paper out on his desk, continuing his thoughts from earlier today.  

Brother Nathan…

Ben began to question himself—should he be joining the cause? His job as a teacher is important right now, but what if he was capable of doing something even more important? What about the risks? 

Does Nathan remember those side conversations they’d had at Yale, about questioning why things were the way they were? And what about where Nathan is now? 

Was I in your condition, I think the more extensive service would be my choice. Our holy Religion, the honor of our God, a glorious country, and a happy constitution is what we have to defend.

Ben is startled from writing when he hears the clops of hooves on the gravel outside. Peeking through his window curtain, he sees a lit lantern on a horse carriage, and a hooded person hopping off the carriage. Soon enough, the carriage and horse are off and the lantern is blown out. 

When he hears the familiar pattern of knocks on the door, Ben opens it hurriedly and rushes Sadie inside, the cool night air of May briefly blowing in. Ben shuts the door and locks it as Sadie takes off her hood and places her basket on the floor. Before Sadie can even greet Ben, he’s already wrapping his arms around her frame and breathing in her scent. 

“Ben,” Sadie chuckles, melting into Ben’s warm embrace. He kept his eyes shut, imagining his worries and anxieties from today melting away, now that Sadie was here. 

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered into her neck. Sadie gently pushed him off so she could see him in the warm glow of his home. His blue eyes bore deeply into hers as he placed his hand on her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Sadie turned into his palm and kissed him.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she says softly. Ben tilts her face up slightly and leans down to kiss Sadie’s lips. He lightly brushed his lips over hers before molding his lips on top, kissing her slowly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, which prompted Ben to lift her and carry her over to his bed. 

“Remember when you’d sneak into my room?” Sadie asked as she ran her fingers through Ben’s golden brown locks. He smiled down at her and nodded. “Now it’s me sneaking into your home.”

“You were always good at it,” Ben said softly. “But I can’t wait until the day we don’t have to be together in secret.”

Sadie sighed as she fell back into Ben’s pillow, lazily untying her lace corset. Ben prodded her fingers away and slowly untied them for her, watching her face carefully, wondering if she picked up on his subtle message. 

But she kept her eyes closed, a peaceful expression falling over her face. He wondered if she looked this peaceful at home, away from him—he hoped she did. Sadie deserved to feel content all the time, even if that weren’t possible. He smiled a little and continued to loop the lace out of each hole of her corset, her dress loosening. 

He first slowly ran her right sleeve all the way down to her elbow, Sadie’s skin forming goosebumps from the touch. Ben clenched his jaw at the sight and continued to Sadie’s left arm sleeve. When he slowly pulled down the sleeve to reach her elbow, he pulled back immediately as if he touched a hot iron. 

“Sadie,” Ben breathed, looking in horror at the red marks on her upper left arm. Sadie’s eyes shot open and realized what Ben was looking at—she’d completely forgotten about Ensign Williams grabbing her earlier today. “What happened?” 

Sadie sighed in exasperation. She knew that no matter what way she told the story, Ben would be very unhappy. 

“Do you promise not to get upset or worried?” 

“No,” Ben answered, examining Sadie’s arm in the dim light.

“It was the Ensign staying in our house,” Sadie said regretfully. Ben met her eyes in concern when she said this, a flash of anger brimming in his blue eyes. 

“A red coat did this to you?” Ben said with distaste, feeling his heart pound against his chest. “Christ! What—what have we allowed to happen?” 

“It’s fine,” Sadie tried to calm him down, running her hands over his shoulders. “It’s a long story. But the good news is that he’s not staying with us anymore. General Howe took him away to go to New Jersey because of the battle.”

Ben shook his head—nothing she could say would make him feel better that someone grabbed her like that, let alone a red coat. This, on top of everything he found out about Joel today, was beginning to be a lot for one day. 

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Ben asked softly, rubbing his thumb over her bruise. Sadie sat up in his bed and placed her hands on either side of his face. 

“Yes,” she sighed, “now that I’m here with you.”

Ben’s lips turned into a half smile and Sadie caught him in a kiss. Recently, their nights spent together have been like this: not much talking in the beginning but more touching and kissing. Not only did they have to catch up on how each other had been since they last saw each other but it was that overwhelming longing and need for touch that had to be fulfilled, before anything. They were close enough now that so much was said from an embrace alone. 

Ben brushed Sadie’s hair with his fingers, gently tracing over the back of her neck. Sadie melted to his touch and closed her eyes. Two years had gone by and no more were they awkward when being intimate with each other—well, at least Sadie wasn’t awkward anymore. Two years taught her a lot. 

Her breasts were fully exposed in front of Ben and never has she felt more free to be like this with him. It just felt right and felt even better when he finally trailed down to cup each of them in his hands. Safe and secure is what she felt when she was with him. Ben slipped his arms around her waist now and gently laid her back down on his bed, peppering kisses over her collarbone. 

“A kiss for each day that’s passed since I last saw you,” Ben whispered against her skin. 

“Seven.” 

“Or so. Just in case, here’s five more.” Ben kissed her neck slowly and trailed his lips from her neck to her jaw, and finally to her lips. 

With more kisses, touching, and eventual lovemaking, the night ended with Sadie falling asleep in Ben’s arms—like it always did. 

☆☆☆☆

Sadie woke up to the sound of a spoon clinking on in a small metal pot. She was completely wrapped in Ben’s sheets, naked under the covers. She opened her eyes to see Ben sitting in front of the fireplace, warming up a cup of tea. 

“Good morning, Mr. Tallmadge,” Sadie stretched and yawned. Ben was wearing a loose tan shirt and breeches, hair still showing signs of just waking up as well. He placed his tea on the floor and met Sadie on his bed. 

“Good morning, Ms. Hale,” he smiled. 

“How did you sleep?”

“Very well. It’s hard to have a bad night’s sleep when you’re in bed with me.”

“I suppose there’s truth to that,” Sadie laughed, “I sleep better when I’m with you as well.”

“Do you want some tea? I made a fresh pot,” Ben said, already getting up to get her a cup. Sadie nodded anyway and decided to get out of bed with the covers still around her. Ben walked into the small kitchen connected to his room. 

Sadie looked around his small home—though she’d been her plenty of times, she still took her time to take it all in. The wooden panels, the dried flowers that sat in a vase by the window, his leatherbound books lined against the wall on his desk. Sadie walked over smiling to herself. Many of these books she recognized from when Ben lent them to her: Shakespeare, books on the constellations. 

Never one to invade privacy, Sadie saw he had an unfinished letter open on his desk. Normally she would move on, but when she saw the letter was addressed to Nathan, she couldn’t help but wonder what Ben had to say to him. 

She picked up the letter and smiled at the address: “Brother Nathan.” It warmed her heart that the two of them were still close and referred to each other as such. Even the silly nicknames they gave each other amused Sadie. 

It wasn’t until Sadie kept reading on that her smile began to fade, and her expression turned to worry and anger. Sadie read, and re-read, what Ben wrote to Nathan and the message that it implied. With all that was going on, obviously, tensions were higher than they had ever been, but never in her wildest imagination did Sadie think the outside world could directly affect her own and the people she loved. And here she was, reading a letter Ben wrote encouraging it. 

“Here’s your tea—“

“What is this?” Sadie shot as she held up the piece of paper. “What—what are you trying to say in this letter to my brother?”

“Sadie,” Ben began carefully, but she was already cutting him off.

“Are you truly trying to encourage my brother to enlist to fight in this war? If there ever will be one?” 

Ben placed the cup of tea on his desk and carefully glared at Sadie—he wasn’t sure if he was upset with himself for leaving it out or for Sadie reading it. 

“I’m not encouraging anything,” Ben said carefully. “I’ve been having thoughts myself and thought I would communicate them to my friend.”

“My brother,” Sadie retorted, “you’re encouraging him to enlist in an army for war. That’s—I can’t even wrap my mind around something like that. Why would you even suggest such a thing?”

“Sadie,” Ben walked over to her but Sadie took a step back. “Sadie, do you see what is happening out there? Of course, you do. Those men laid down their lives for that victory. I’ve been—I’ve been thinking I’m not supposed to simply be here in Wethersfield teaching while big events are happening elsewhere.”

“Big events like what? Men killing each other? You want to be a part of that and you want my brother to as well?”

Ben shook his head in exasperation, “Sadie, do you realize what could possibly be happening in this country? A revolution. There are people revolting against what we’ve been dealing with for the past few years.”

“I—I know, but that doesn’t mean we have to be a part of it. The whole thing it—it makes me uncomfortable!” 

“I know,” Ben said more gently, “Sadie. There’s a student in my class who had a red coat housed in his home. After that battle, he went on a drunken rampage and ruined my student’s books and work. It’s starting to affect people around me. It’s affecting you! Look at your arm, look at what that bastard did to you!” 

“I know!” Sadie raised her voice, “I know it’s terrible! But that doesn’t mean my brother should enlist and join the army! You know him, Ben—he will do anything just to prove to himself he did. He follows his heart but all it takes is one letter from someone like you for him to actually do it! He won’t take into consideration how I feel or our father.” Sadie was shedding tears down her cheeks. She slammed the letter on the desk and covered her face. Ben opened his mouth to speak, but Sadie interrupted. 

“Nathan is my brother—my closest brother. Regardless of how I feel about this, I don’t want my brother to put himself in such danger where nothing is certain. I’d rather the people I love stay safe and home.” 

“There won’t be a home we own if we don’t fight for it, Sadie,” Ben said softly, “we don’t own these places we live. The King does. Aren’t you tired of it?”

“I’m tired of it, but I’m not ready to make a stand like that. Clearly, you are, and you seem quite all right with leaving everything here—leaving me.”

Ben looked at her like she just stabbed him in the stomach—speechless. “Leaving you?” He asked incredulously. “Sadie, I would want to do this so I could be with you freely. Openly. In a bigger house than this and—,” Ben shook his head, biting his tongue and failing. “Christ, Sadie, I didn’t want to tell you like this but I—I want to marry you one day. I want to make you my wife and I your husband. We can’t have that if this country remains in control of them. We could, but we wouldn’t be completely free. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted with you. Complete freedom.” 

If it were possible, Sadie was sure her heart shattered into a million pieces. Why did the simplest of things come with such risks? Was it always going to be like this for them? A period of happiness of security, followed by another of uncertainness and danger? 

“Please,” Ben begged, stepping closer to Sadie and wrapping his arms around her frame, “Listen, Sadie. It’s for a greater cause, all of this. If I enlist, and if your brother joins as well, I swear to you I will protect him. I’m doing this for us. And I promise you I will marry you, if you’ll have me.”

Through bleary eyes, Sadie looked up at him and felt that familiar warmth spread through her chest. Of course, she would have him. She’s just scared. 

Sadie rested her head on Ben’s chest, with nothing more to say. The only thing that was certain was this very moment they had. 

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[arrthurpendragon]

The World is Made Wrong (18+) {TURN: Washington’s Spies} - by: @musicboxmemories

Upon infiltrating a notorious Tory family, Ben never expected to be confused for the eldest daughter's fiancé. Unfortunately, the middle daughter is crass, brazen, and has quite the keen eye. While trying to evade her snappish tongue and observations, he uses this unexpected plight to his advantage, all the while struggling to avoid capture – both of the enemy and his heart.  • Benjamin Tallmadge x OC •

ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

Jan 21, 2023

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[enbylestat]

Yorktown, York county, Virginia.

(Picture of Yorktown battlefield courtesy of @monicozslastbraincell )

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[meerawrites]

OC snippet tag

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Tagging: @amberlynnmurdock, @voidfromouterspace, @flower-crowned-lady and @musicboxmemories.

Benjamin held the door like a gentleman and stepped through, as Audrey followed behind him.

Though really, given the circumstances, she was by far the more dominating presence here.

It all seemed gaudy to him, the velvet chaise couches, the red, and the symbols of swords and roses painted flashily across the back wall. Ahead of them sat a blonde woman, small, blonde hair like some Greek classical painting.

Benjamin found himself at a loss for words, taken aback a bit. He’d seldom imagine a woman in such power, and yet, there the vampire prince sat, looking most dignified. Audrey gave him a gentle tugging glance and he spoke.

“Major Benjamin Tallmadge, I come in peace, I’d ask to be of service, given my standing, but I doubt you’d require it,” he said, as Audrey had instructed. Magdalena glanced between Tallmadge and Audrey, as though calculating pieces in chess. “Audrey, dearest,” Magdalena said sweetly. “We’ve explored much together in our friendship, haven’t we?” She asked rhetorically.

“Spare me a kiss before you leave, won’t you?” She asked, genuinely this time. “In any case, even if I wished to aid you financially, I couldn’t, that would breach the code of the masquerade… perhaps your de Lioncourt would be more appropriate to your assistance,” she suggested, it was truthful but there was something of a disheartening lack of warmth in the words.

An air of nervousness suddenly overcame Audrey, nevertheless, eyes briefly gazing at Ben, half desperately, either for assistance or something else, she isn’t sure. Audrey stepped forward kissing Magdalena on the cheek twice and once hard on the lips.

Magdalena wanted Audrey selfishly in the way many individuals seem to. Mouth to mouth, between her thighs, and in her bed. But she would simply have to bide her time for that, one night perhaps, law and order was always the first priority, Magdalena’s wishes could wait.

An odd grudging feeling suddenly took hold of Ben. He had no right to that, he knew, Audrey was to bargain their way out. He simply couldn’t imagine just what was being bargained for.

Leave all your love and your longing behind, you can't carry it with you if you want to survive…

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[viola-ophelia]

2022 Fanfic Year in Review: ifearnocolors on ao3

i was clicking around on my own blog earlier and randomly found my 2021 fanfic year in review, so i thought it’d be fun to do it again! i wasn’t tagged by anyone ofc lol, but i’m tagging a few ppl at the end in case anyone wants to do this too :) 

Total Completed Works: 11, same as last year! 

Word Count: 21,677... much less than last year lol. but to be fair, i finished publishing my silmarillion longfic at the beginning of 2021, so that drastically inflated last year’s wordcount. this year, i learned to embrace the fact that i am most definitely a oneshot (and occasionally two-shot ;)) writer! 

Fandoms I’ve Written In: loki (mcu), bridgerton, pirates of the caribbean, and turn: washington’s spies. 

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?: about what i’d expected! in 2022, i think i finally found a fic-writing schedule that i’m comfortable with... which is writing whenever inspiration strikes, but not pushing myself beyond that! i wrote pretty sporadically in the first half of the year (mainly because i was working on a personal writing project) but published a few more things in the fall and winter as i got back into the turn fandom (and ran my first fandom event, which was so much fun and filled me with inspiration!). 

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?: i’d definitely say it was gather up the splinters, build a casket for my tears. this was, like, my 3rd or 4th attempt at writing a turn au where john andre survives LOL, but i’m definitely happiest with/proudest of this one. fun fact, i wrote the whole thing in a day after being struck with random inspiration during my ‘turnsgiving’ week event LOL! 

Do You Have Any Fanfic Goals For The New Year?: i just hope to keep writing, to keep loving it, to keep expanding my skills, and to keep being proud of my work!

Most Popular Story Of The Year?: you stuck in the knife that you held at my back, my speculative loki season 2 opening scene, with 43 kudos. (hey, i never claimed to be a popular writer LOL! but 43 whole people enjoying one of my stories is incredible.)

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: i’m well aware that there’s literally zero market for cutler beckett x OC fanfiction LOL, but in the ideal universe, chasing pirates would’ve gotten a lot more attention! (and for all you beckett haters, the OC in question is a cannibalistic siren, so. there’s something in it for everyone!)

Most Fun Story To Write: i think my idea of what’s “fun to write” is, uh, a little different from the norm. i greatly enjoyed forcing john andre to kill ben tallmadge in the crown hangs heavy on either side, and i also took great pleasure in forcing davy jones and cutler beckett into a weird existentialist hell scenario in parley. clearly, i’m extremely sane! :D 

Most Unintentionally Telling Story: oof idk, someone else psychoanalyze me! idk about a particular work, but i feel like the fact that all 11 of my fics from this year were tagged as “character study” says... something? 

Biggest Disappointment: that i didn’t really leave my comfort zone in terms of style or substance. 2022 showed me that i definitely have a “typical fic” (oneshot, character study, vignette/snapshot style, angst and/or existentialism), but i’m not sure whether that means i’ve found my style/authorial voice, or if my works are a bit formulaic lolol. i’d like to hopefully branch out from my instinctive structure/style in 2023. the closest i got to trying anything new/different last year was attempting to write fluff in the second chapter of sweet nothing, and, well... it’s simply not that fluffy. a bit of angst got in there somehow!! 

Biggest Surprise: someone wrote a fic inspired by one of mine for the first time ever, which was so amazing. also, i randomly wrote a bridgerton fic (i want to be the one to walk in the sun) while recovering from wisdom teeth surgery LOL! 

i’m tagging @deathicus-sling @thatfeanorian @maironsmaid @sauronnaise @moodrose @leomcclintock @tallmadgeandtea @musicboxmemories @hmsannlett (thanks for tagging me last year LOL!) and any other writers who follow me! (feel free to ignore this if you want lol. also i don’t mind if you reblog or make your own, either is good!)

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[rphunter]

Please be 21+ to interact!!!

21+. She/Her. Looking for some various (smaller/less popular) fandom roleplays. I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings but will consider some canon x OC. For canon x canon, I'm open to MxM (strong preference) or MxF. For canon x OC, only MxM. I like canon/canon divergent plots and write on Discord (third person, past tense, 200-400 words on average). I'm a sucker for romantic relationships and don't mind/encourage writing smut but with a healthy does of plot. I'll be sharing my strongest muses (the name on the left) for each and my greatest ship desires for them (the names on the right). I do have other muses, and I'm willing to discuss other ships. But, if you want me at my most enthusiastic, what I have listed is what I'm most interested in.

Ghost BC:

Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV: Terzo, Aether, Dew, Phantom

Dewdrop Ghoul: Copia/IV, Terzo, Aether, Rain, Swiss

Grand Theft Auto IV:

Dimitri Rascalov: Faustin, Niko

Francis McReary: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Gerry McReary: Niko

Mikhail Faustin: Dimitri, Niko

Niko Bellic: Dimitri, Gerry, Faustin, Ray, Packie

Ray Boccino: Niko, Phil

Saw Franchise:

Mark Hoffman: Strahm

William Schenk: Zeke

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Franchise:

Charlie Hewitt Jr.: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Drayton Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Johnny Sawyer: Sonny, Leland, Julie

Nubbins Sawyer: Danny, Maria

Tex Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Tinker Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Turn: Washington's Spies:

Benjamin Tallmadge: Caleb, Abraham, André, Townsend

John André: Ben, Peggy

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (HIGHLY preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

In either case, in your first message, please tell me about your writing style, what fandom(s) you were interested, and what ships you might be interested in or characters you were interested in writing against. I WILL NOT be responding to simple "I was interested in your ad" messages and other ones of that nature. 99% of the people who don't say much tend to eventually ghost me.

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#takexthisxlight #ghost roleplay #grand theft auto iv roleplay #saw roleplay #the texas chainsaw massacre roleplay #turn washingtons spies roleplay #ghost rp #saw rp #grand theft auto iv rp #the texas chainsaw massacre rp #turn washingtons spies rp