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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 6 months

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Honorable

Based on this request: How about a Hewlett one? Maybe reader is engaged to someone else but doesn’t love him and actually has feelings for Hewlett? Hewlett loves her too, but can’t bring himself to try and break off the engagement because he’s really trying to be honorable. Fluffy happy ending please?

Here you go! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: TURN: Washington's Spies

Warnings: Slight angst, but mostly fluff!

Pairings/Characters: Major Edmund Hewlett x fem!reader, Samuel(OC)

You hated being betrothed to your fiance. You truly did. But your father loved the man and thus, had approved the marriage before you were even aware a proposal was happening. You felt trapped, like you were being pulled under the surface of the water and drowning with no one to help you get back to the surface. That was how you felt every second of every day. You despised the feeling. But there was one person who could make it just a little bit better.

Major Edmund Hewlett was somewhat opposite of your fiance. He was the kind of man you'd always thought you'd marry. Quiet, intelligent, and kind. He was soft spoken with you unless he let his passions bubble to the surface. You loved seeing that side to him. The two of you got along well and enjoyed each other's company. A friendship blossomed between you quickly and, over time, romantic feelings grew. You would have given ANYTHING to not marry your fiance and marry Edmund instead.

When you made the mistake of mentioning this to Edmund, he looked so heartbroken. He gently took your hands in his and gave them a light squeeze. "You cannot say such things, Y/N." The two of you had long dropped formalities whenever you were alone. "Why not? It is the truth." He gave you a soft smile. "Truth or not, it is difficult to maintain my honor when I know you share my feelings." You wanted to be angry at the situation, but you admired how Edmund, even after all his own heartbreak, held onto his honor and protected yours.

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I-I understand, but damn you, Edmund. Damn you for being so honorable," you said, your voice cracking a bit. He smiles once more, his own eyes wet with tears, and brings your hands up to his lips. "Perhaps I am not destined for a lifetime love, but I wish for you to know that I do love you, Y/N." You couldn't help but cry now. Was life truly that unfair?

When you left Edmund a few moments later, your heart grew heavier with every step. It wasn't like you despised your fiance. Not at all. He was a decent man. But you didn't love him. You loved Edmund. Now knowing that Edmund loved you as well, you couldn't help but wish things would turn out differently. Still, you would do your duty and marry your fiance. Or, that's what you had planned to do at least.

A few days later, your fiance called on you in your father's home. You greeted him politely, if a little coldly. Once everyone else had left the room aside from your chaperone, your fiance turned to you. "Word has gotten to me that you've been enjoying another man's company," was all your fiance said. Your eyes grew wide.

"Samuel…" He held up a hand. His eyes met yours, practically boring into your soul. "Major Hewlett is a good man. Do you love him? The truth, please." Your heart was beating out of your chest as you tried to come up with something, anything, that would make this not so bad. Samuel's eyes never left you and you realized that maybe this could be your chance at an escape.

"Yes. I-I love him. But I assure you, he has been nothing but honorable! Never once has anything…untoward happened." You began rambling and didn't notice the small smile creeping onto Samuel's face. It wasn't until he began chuckling a bit that you stopped. You froze, unsure of whether he was angry or not. You didn't know him well enough to discern his different laughs.

"Thank God," he finally said. You were taken aback. "What?" He laughed again. "I must be honest with you, Y/N. I have been searching for a reason to break off our engagement for months. The truth is, I have a love as well and she isn't you. I wish to marry her." You blinked in surprise before smiling yourself.

"Really?" He nodded. "Certainly your father would not object. After all, a major is a far better prospect than a leftenant." You quickly hugged him. "Thank you, Samuel." He smiled at you. "Don't thank me. Just go to him while I speak with your father." You were out of the door before he even finished his sentence.

You must have looked a fright, racing through the crowded streets of York City. You knew where Edmund would be this time of day. Fortunately, he was alone when you burst through the door of his office. His head shot up in surprise upon seeing you disheveled and out of breath. "Miss Y/L/N?" he greeted cautiously in case anyone could overhear.

"Major," you gasped out as you tried to catch your breath, "Edmund, I…had…to…see you!" He stood from his desk and came over to you, helping you to sit. He knelt down in front of you and took your hands. "What is it? Are you hurt?" You shook your head as you beamed at him.

"He broke of the engagement." Edmund stared at you as his mind processed your words. "Your fiance?" You nodded. "Yes! He-Someone told him they'd seen us together," you said before relaying the whole conversation. Edmund shook his head in disbelief. "And he agreed to release you from your promise of marriage?" You nodded, giddy with the idea of possibilities for your future. All of them featuring your Edmund.

Edmund suddenly stood, pulling you with him. His smile was beautiful as he gazed at you with eyes filled with love and devotion. Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. He responded immediately with a passion you only seen in his words. It thrilled you to your bones. You were panting when you parted. "I suppose there is only one honorable thing to do now," Edmund whispered once he'd caught his breath. You asked what he meant. "I shall have to make you my wife, if you are agreeable." You laughed and replied that you would, of course, marry him. He cupped your face with one hand, bringing your face close to his again to seal your promise with another kiss.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I always love writing Hewlett!)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @supernatural4life2022 @asgards-princess-of-mischief

#turn: washington's spies #edmund hewlett #major hewlett #edmund hewlett x reader #major hewlett x reader #hewlett x reader

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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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7 with Hewlett, pretty please <3

#7: cuddling and eventually falling asleep.

TURN!Hewlett x reader

The window was open, propped wide enough that a good breeze filtered its way through the room. It’s comfortable for the moment, but nonetheless a factor in the rapidly changing temperature that would soon fill the room with cold air.

You sat at your desk, pen thrumming against the wood as the words never arrived. It would appear that the task would have to wait until tomorrow, as the clock ticked away as the night came to an end. The only thing missing? Hewlett.

You toss your pen on the table, hardly caring where it landed, as you moved your way around the halls. He must’ve fallen asleep on the couch, you suspect, when your soft calls of his name don’t beckon any reply.

Suspects correct, you turn the corner for find the man passed out, and while part of you wishes you could leave him there to get his rest, you knew his back would ache in the morning.

“Hewlett.”

Gently shaking him awake, he mumbles something incomprehensible, and you smile softly.

“It’s half past one. Think it’s best you get to bed.”

He nods, sleepily, and you depart to go get ready for rest yourself. When you return back to the bedroom, he’s managed to wrangle himself under the sheets, and your heart melts at the sight.

Back under the sheets yourself, it’s a welcome feeling to see as Hewlett raises his arm like it’s dead weight, but you know what he’s silently asking. Moving into his hold, he then relaxes his arm, settling it right about you waist.

“Good night, y/n.”

He mumbles, and you can’t help but let your eyes flutter shut.

“Good night,”

And so the night goes, the long forgotten open window creating a unexpected chill that only beckoned you closer to the other.

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #major hewlett #edmund hewlett #Hewlett x reader

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louisianaspell · 3 years

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All of my Turn: Washington’s Spies content

Among The Pines

Summary: Reader mysteriously wakes up in the 18th century and tries to use her skills & knowledge to navigate and survive the Revolution and hopefully beyond. [ON HIATUS/BEING REWRITTEN]

A Girl Is No One

Summary: John Graves Simcoe becomes interested in a seemingly normal girl in Townsend’s tavern, he sets out to learn more about her before deciding on his next move [ON HIATUS]

Watch The Sky

Summary: When everyone around Edmund is trying to push him into finding his soulmate, Edmund has instead decided to let the universe decide when he is ready to meet her. [DISCONTINUED]

The Ghosts That We Knew

Summary: Separate imagines/drabbles of how the different men of Turn would react to the death of the reader

Lovers In The Morning Light

Summary: Separate imagines/drabbles of waking up next to the Turn characters

Too Late To Ever Feel The Same [Part Two: Open Hands]

Summary: Not all endings are happily ever after

Part Two: Reader deals with Alex letting go. A prequel to Too Late

Lady In Waiting

Summary: A young Alexander meets a mysterious woman at a terrible time in his life and becomes a lifelong friend [DISCONTINUED]

She Paints Me Blue

Summary: Separate imagines/drabbles of the Turn Squad with an artist!Reader

Lingers In My Mind

Summary: Reader and vamp!Caleb go through a break up and the reader does the unthinkable to break their bond

Splendid Mess

Summary: Reader goes against her family wish to remain neutral by supporting America’s cause for independence and falling for Ensign Baker

Turn Squad In Bed

Turn Squad In Bed Tag (may not work on mobile)

Turn Squad Fluffy Headcanons (may not work on mobile)

A-Z Fluffy Headcanons w/ Ben

Men of Turn as Boyfriends/Love Interests

Robert Rogers as a Love Interest

Turn Squad Domestic Headcanons

Confessing Your Feelings to the Men of Turn

Confessing Your Feelings to Simcoe

#turn: washington's spies #turn amc #turn fanfic #turn masterlist #benjamin tallmadge x reader #caleb brewster x reader #john graves simcoe x reader #simcoe x reader #marquis de lafayette x reader #lafayette x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #edmund hewlett x reader #john laurens x reader #hercules mulligan x reader #hamilton #hamilton fanfic

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demigoddessqueens · 3 years

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Turn AMC A-Z Fluff Masterlist

Have uploaded Abraham and Ben’s chapter! Will update periodically.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30871313/chapters/76223198

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tolstoyamericanrevolution · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Desecration of the Sabbath

Ladies, Gentlemen and Sea Captains!! It is officially here! Chapter 1 of Eye for an Eye is out and ready to be read! Come and start the story of a Jewess caught between patriot sympathises, family and the all reaching hand of the British Empire. Firstly; a huge thank you to the amazing @ms-march who is a fabulous person and a brilliant beta reader- if you haven't already please check out her story Luck be a Lady. Thank you as well to @tallmadgeandtea and @culper-spymaster for being so supportive and welcoming their stories the The Summer Solider and The Sunshine Patriot & Band of Brothers are also fantastic!!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Turn (TV 2014) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robert Townsend (1753-1838)/Original Female Character(s), John Graves Simcoe/Original Female Character(s), Edmund Hewlett/Original Female Character(s), Abraham Woodhull/Mary Woodhull, John André/Peggy Shippen, John André/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Robert Townsend (1753-1838), John Graves Simcoe, Edmund Hewlett, Richard Woodhull, Samuel Townsend, John André, Mary Woodhull, Abraham Woodhull, Hercules Mulligan, James Rivington, Anna Strong Additional Tags: Arielle Nathan, American Revolution, 18th Century, Jacobite, Jewish Summary:

"You are to take life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, wound for wound, bruise for bruise."

- Exodus

In war no one is left unscathed, untouched by the horrors man can do to their neighbour. The American Revolution is a war of liberty and brutality, of honour and of spies categories that are rarely neat. Arielle Nathan, is a young Jewish heiress whose life is thrown into spin by the British interest in her family; half Jacobite covert and half Jewish, having travelled in short space from London to New York they represent the cultural identities of Britain's enemies. Over the years of the revolution her girlhood melts in Setauket as she learns to take matters into her own hands, those of love from a youthful infatuation with a British Captain to the love of her life-a Quaker in New York to those with more serious consequences- matters of life and death. It seems the Old Testament will continue to ring true.

#turn amc #turn: washington's spies #turn fanfiction #oc x reader #eye for an eye #Arielle Nathan #John graves simcoe #Edmund Hewlett #Robert Townsend #John André #𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧: 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬 #𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞; 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 #𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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Hello! From the poly Anon ask, think I could request a poly established relationship Hewlett x reader x Simcoe? Just general relationship hcs! :)

[a/n: hi love!! sure!! hope these are ok! 💕]

TURN!Hewlett x reader x TURN!Simcoe

•neither of them are really good at sharing, so this relationship didn’t get off to the best start.

•it’s a matter of pride for Simcoe, and it’s most likely insecurities on behalf of Hewlett.

•they are both very different, but they can agree on one thing, and that’s making sure that you are okay, and your needs are met.

•they, themselves, as a couple, are classic. They bicker, they never seem to agree on anything, but the love is there.

•you, with Hewlett, are much more reserved and relaxed.

•he enjoys your company, it’s typical to find the both of you reading or cooking together.

•on the other hand, you and Simcoe together are a little more chaotic.

•typical to find the two of you causing trouble, possibly getting a little tipsy in the middle of the afternoon.

•well, you, not so much him. probably takes a lot of alcohol to get that man buzzed.

•together, all three of you, it’s a perfect mesh.

•you enjoy to be smack dab in the middle, but it’s not something that is permanent.

•whenever someone is going through it, it’s just something that happens, they get sent to the middle for as long as they need.

•nights are always fun.

•Simcoe and Hewlett are likely fighting about something trivial before you even got home.

•maybe about what you should have for dinner, or something that can be resolved in two minutes.

•but the fighting is just something that needs to happen. it’s silly bickering. they are made for each other, they just…don’t always seem to agree perfectly on things.

•honestly, if they ever stopped fighting, you’d be more concerned.

•they’re both very good guys. they’re goofballs, but they’re both patient and very protective.

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #john graves simcoe #edmund hewlett #turn simcoe #turn simcoe x reader #major hewlett #turn Hewlett x reader

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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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Hii! me again 😇 think i could request something with that simcoe x reader x hewlett pairing with an affectionate reader? readers love language being physical touch or something like that! also id love to hear what you hc simcoe and hewletts love languages are if you can <3

affection

TURN!Simcoe x reader x TURN!Hewlett

[a/n: hi! sure!! I did some Headcanons, I hope that’s okay! 💕]

•mornings are never quiet.

•”get your hand off my ass, y/n.”

•”aww, how’d you know it was me?”

•the look of death that Simcoe shoots you makes your hand retreat backwards until it falls unceremoniously onto the bed.

•”alright, Jesus, all you has to say was to move it…”

•you being affectionate is something that just adds to this disaster trio.

•I like the poly name for this to be the disaster trio, I think it’s funny and suits it well hah!

•neither of them are opposed to it, but their love languages are far from physical touch.

•Hewletts is obviously acts of service, he loves picking something up for you or doing a chore you hate.

•he doesn’t mind it at all. If this displays how much he loves you, just know it’s probably 2x that, but he isn’t the best with announcing his love vocally.

•he’s better at showing it, versus telling.

•Simcoe, on the other hand, I would probably classify his love language as quality time.

•just because he probably isn’t used to people who really want to be around him, so as much as he won’t vocalize it, he really probably just wants some alone time.

•you being affectionate is something that they’ve just come to shrug at and accept.

•the only thing they may ask of you is to respect their wishes per the setting they are currently in.

•neither of them are publicly affectionate.

•so if you wish, just ask if it’s okay first to loop your arm in Hewlett’s, or slip an arm around Simcoe’s waist.

•most of the time (Hewlett), they’ll say yes. the other times (Simcoe) they’ll straight up tell you no.

•in private, however? It’s like they wait all damn day for it.

•they love it, even if they don’t always vocally say so.

•it’s great for them, they feel loved, and that’s all you’ve really wanted them to know from your love language.

•♥️

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #john graves simcoe #edmund hewlett #turn simcoe x reader #major hewlett #captain simcoe #Hewlett x reader

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knowltonsrangers · 4 months

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Edmund Hewlett

#7: cuddling and eventually falling asleep.

affection [Simcoe x reader x Hewlett]

Simcoe x reader x Hewlett

fluff alphabet

we belong

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 3 years

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Heartbroken

Based on this request: People are probably going to think I’m weird, but oh well. Can I request a Hewlett one-shot where the fem!reader meets him after he transfers to York City. She’s had her heartbroken and they help each other move on? Just a lot of little romantic moments, please?

Fandom: TURN: Washington’s Spies

Warnings: A little angst and some fluff!

Pairings/Characters: Major Edmund Hewlett x fem!reader, mentions of Anna Strong

When Edmund walked into the tavern, he didn't notice anything unusual at first. Then again, it was his first night in a tavern since his transfer to York City and this was one of the less popular ones in the city. It wasn't until he heard of a few of the other soldiers whispering about something that he noticed what was out of place. A young woman was quietly sitting at one of the tables.

Edmund turned to the tavern owner and asked about the woman. The tavern owner frowned. "That's Miss Y/F/N. She works for me, but after today, I'm leaving her be for a while. She needs it." Edmund asked what happened, but the owner shook his head saying that it wasn't his story to tell. Being the gentleman he was, Edmund knew you would need an escort back home whether it be him or someone you were familiar with, so he approached your table.

"It isn't safe for a young woman to be drinking in a tavern alone," he said. You looked up to see the British officer standing in front of you. You gave him a sad smile. "Then you are welcome to join me, Major, if your sense of propriety allows." You took another swallow of whatever it was you were drinking, grimacing at the burn in your throat, no doubt. Edmund sat down across from you.

"You're staring," you said suddenly. Edmund jumped a bit when he realized it was true. "I-I was merely wondering what could have been the cause of your obvious distress." Your eyes met his, narrowing slightly. It was clear that you were trying to access if he was a threat or not, which was pretty impressive considering you state of mind. "I suppose next you're going to tell me that I have too pretty of a face to be hiding behind a tankard?" Edmund shook his head immediately. "Not at all. I don't believe that form of so-called flattery is useful for anyone." At that you smiled briefly.

"A broken heart," you told him softly, "That's why I'm here." Edmund felt his gaze soften. He knew all too well what you were going through, though you handled it a bit differently. He had been prepared to run all the way back to Scotland while you were simply drinking your cares away.

"I understand. I, too, have recently suffered at the hands of another." You laughed humorlessly. "Tomorrow was supposed to be my wedding day. He broke off the engagement…for another woman." Edmund nodded, watching as you down the rest of your drink. You were clearly on the verge of tears so Edmund offered you his handkerchief and you apologized.

"There is nothing to apologize for. As I said, I understand." He told you that the same thing had happened to him. He felt his heart squeeze as he thought about Anna. Even after months of being away and thinking, he still couldn't understand it. He had offered her everything he could. He had loved her with everything that was in him to love. Even helped her with her divorce and she betrayed him. Humiliated him. He clenched his fists under the table.

"Perhaps you're right. I should go home." You rose from your seat, drying your eyes with his handkerchief. You handed it back, but he shook his head. "Keep it. May I walk you home? The sun has set and it would be dangerous for you to be alone." You paused for a moment, considering your options. Then, you nodded slowly.

The walk wasn't a long one, but it was nice to be outside where you could look up at the stars. "Thank you for keeping me company tonight, Major," you said when you reached your home, "It was better than drinking alone wallowing in my misery. I am sorry to have kept you from your own enjoyment." Edmund smiled lightly. "Nonsense. I came to the tavern to do exactly as you were doing. But I thought you might be in need of a friend." You rewarded his honesty with what he hoped was a genuine smile.

"I was. And I would be happy to call you my friend Major…I apologize again. I just realized I don't know your name." Edmund blushed as he offered it. "I hope to see you again, Major Hewlett. Good evening." You turned and walked into the house.

Months went by that way. Whenever Edmund found himself in town, he would often run into you. You greeted him with a smile and the two of you had small conversations. Those short conversations slowly became longer and more detailed. Soon, Edmund found himself sharing details about his life that he didn't think he would. Including what happened with Anna.

"She doesn't deserve you," was all you had said when Edmund told you what had lead him to the tavern the night he'd met you. Misery loves company was the phrase that came to mind whenever Edmund thought of his unique friendship with you. Through your shared misery, a friendship had blossomed and, before he realized it, Edmund's heart had begun to heal.

At first, Edmund was merely glad for your companionship when he could get it. Then, he found himself missing you when he went days without seeing you. He often wondered about your well being. He wondered if you were happy. He prayed for your safety every day the war dragged on. Without even realizing it, Edmund had been slowly forgetting the pain Anna Strong had caused him and had begun shifting his focus to you. It wasn't until he received a letter from Anna that Edmund realized that something between you and he had shifted.

Edmund held his head high as he walked into the crowded tavern. As soon as he set foot inside, he felt out of place. He had gotten used to the little tavern where you worked rather than Rivington's. He found Anna alone at a table waiting for him. He listened to her apology and explanation. He watched as tears formed in her eyes. But, where he once would have instantly offered comfort and forgiveness, he could only think of how different you and she were.

"Did you ever love me?" he found himself asking. Anna didn't answer his question. She merely went on in her speech. Edmund listened, but didn't actually hear much. It hadn't hurt him as much as he thought it would to know that Anna's love was never as much as she claimed it to be. It was then that he understood that he no longer loved her. He no longer felt that ache in his chest at the thought of her.

Instead, he thought about your smile. He thought about how you were there for him, never expecting anything in return. He thought about how he longed to be in your presence again. Of how you were kindred spirits brought together by heartbreak and held together by a force that Edmund now knew had turned to love. At least for him. He had to tell you. Before he lost his courage to do so.

"Good evening, Mrs. Strong," Edmund ended the conversation, rising from his seat. Edmund was not usually one to forget propriety, so he gave her a quick bow of his head before leaving. He wasn't certain if you'd be working that evening, but he decided to look for you anyway. If you weren't there, he would send a message to your home telling you that he planned to call on you the next day.

The next morning, Edmund found himself on the doorstep of your family's home. The servant opened the door, but Edmund was greeted by your father and mother. He spoke with them for a few moments before he heard steps on the stairs. He glanced up to see you come down to him with a smile on your face.

"Good morning, Major. I hope you weren't waiting long." Edmund found his tongue practically glued to the roof of his mouth. How was he just now noticing how beautiful you were? He cleared his throat. "Not at all," he told you before turning your parents, "I have something of importance to discuss with your daughter, if I may have a few moments alone with her." Surprised, your parents agreed.

Once alone, Edmund turned to you. "What is it, Edmund?" Now that you were alone, you could use his given name and that pleased him to no end. Without waiting a beat, he replied, "I saw Anna yesterday."

"The one who-" Edmund nodded to your unfinished question. "She asked for my forgiveness and my conversation with her brought to light, well that is, I cannot…" He trailed off when he noticed tears in your eyes. "Y/N? What is it?" You shook your head. "Nothing. I can imagine what it is you wish to say to me. I am certain Anna would not want you to continue your friendship with me. If that is all, then I shall leave before I lose what is left of my dignity."

"Wait. Please." You turned back to him. Edmund slowly reached out a hand, letting you decide if you would take it or not. You hardly hesitated and your hand felt warm in his. He lead you over to a nearby chaise and sat with you. "I had planned out what I wished to say to you this morning. But upon seeing you, I find I cannot form the words. Anna Strong no longer holds my heart the way she once had. I realized that, over these last few months, I have given my love to another. To you."

You stared at him with wide eyes. "Me?" He smiled at you as he waited for you to continue. "You love me?" Edmund ran his thumb over the back of your hand absentmindedly. "I do. My only question now is if I have made the same mistake twice. Have I fallen in love with a woman who does not share my affections? Or do I have at least a glimmer of hope that you love me as well?"

You sniffled. "Edmund, it is more than a glimmer. I didn't realize until recently that I have come to love you as well. I was scared to say anything." Edmund laughed at that. "Then we are both foolish in that." Your laughter joined his for a few moments. Edmund then brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss there. For the first time in a long time, Edmund felt like he was exactly where he needed to be.

(a/n: I hope you like it and I’m sorry that I couldn’t fit in more romantic moments!)

#turn: washington's spies #major hewlett #edmund hewlett #edmund hewlett x reader #major hewlett x reader #hewlett x reader

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louisianaspell · 6 years

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Watch The Sky [1]

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and being drunk. I think that’s it, if you find anything that needs a warning, please let me know!

Word Count: 1329

A/N: Since I’ve seemed to have lost all motivation and inspiration for Among The Pines, I figured I would at least give you guys a full fics instead of just being the failure that I am. The only problem is that I don’t have an ending yet, so your reactions to this will help me decide if I go in the direction of my original ending idea or something more...happy. Let me know how you guys think this fic should end.

[Part One] | [Part Two]

Series Masterlist | Table of Contents

Edmund was fine with not being able to see color; he accepted it as a potentially permanent part of his life a long time ago and had even grown to enjoy the various shades of gray of his world. He never fully understood colors when his parents tried to explain it to him; instead he would just nod and politely smile in response. As the years passed, he listened as the people he went to high school with, and now even his college acquaintances would ramble on and on about all the beautiful colors of the world, again he would just smile and nod.

It wasn’t like Edmund didn’t want to find his soulmate, he just lacked the social graces to feel comfortable around women; yes he knew how to be a polite gentleman, but this was different, he lacked the confidence to speak to women. He would trip over his words, say the wrong or inappropriate thing, ramble on incoherently or even on really bad occasions he would become so flustered where it felt like he literally forgot how to speak. If he could barely speak to a woman he thought, how was he supposed to touch a woman to find out if she was his soulmate? To the credit of his friends and family, they insisted that if he simply put himself out there, it would happen eventually, he just had to at least try to make an effort and maybe eventually he build up the confidence he felt he was lacking. Edmund, on the other hand always believed that if the universe had created his soulmate, he would find them when the universe felt the time was right. Why put in the extra work?

Instead of venturing out into the world to look for the person who was suppose to be the love of his life, he focused all of his attention towards the heavens. He took comfort in the stars and their constellations, and the galaxies that existed just out of our reach.

That was exactly how it felt when he first saw you, he knew you existed, but you always seemed just out of his reach. He had always seen you around campus, usually standing amongst your constellation of friends, but could never muster the courage to actually approach you and actually speak to you. Instead he settled on admiring you like he did his stars, from a distance and with the knowledge you were gracing the universe with your light.

“I guess your girl found her soulmate.” William commented as he spotted you while they making their way over to a friend of a friend’s house for an off campus house party. You seemed to be heading in the same direction as them, but stayed a few paces ahead of them. Close enough to make Edmund nervous, but like always, just out of his orbit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s not ‘my’ girl, I’ve never even met her.” Edmund responded as he shoved his hands in his coat pockets.

“Whatever you say, Eddie. But you should know, it looks like she’s found her soulmate is all I’m saying.” William playfully elbows Edmund in the side; Edmund reacts by falling back a few steps.

“What on earth are you talking about? You can’t possibly know that, you’ve never met her either.” Edmund rolled his eyes. William had found his soulmate back while he was still in high school, so like everyone else in Edmund’s life he felt it was his duty to constantly explain the system to Edmund like he was a child.

“Yea, I know. I’m not stupid. I know how the soulmate thing works, Eddie. I don’t need to meet her; I can tell she’s met her soulmate because of her hair color. It’s bright pink, like blindly bright pink. Who colors their hair like that if they can’t see color? No one, that’s who, it’s a massive waste of money if you can’t enjoy the color. Hence, bright pink hair equals found soulmate.” William slowed his pace to match Edmund’s.

“What does her hair color look like?” Edmund softly asks, half hoping William wouldn’t hear him. Edmund watched as you disappear into the crowd of people; he had to admit the Will was right. Your hair was no longer its normal shade of gray; instead it was a much lighter gray. Just this once Edmund was actually curious about how the color really looked and what it felt like to see it.

“Like I said, it’s a bright pink, it almost hurts my eyes to keep looking at her.” Will laughed at his statement, but as he looked over at Edmund and saw the crushed expression on his face and Will’s laugher immediately ceased. “The best way I can describe the color, Eddie, it’s like eating the sweetest piece of candy you’ve ever had, like the kind your parents would tell you to stop eating or else your teeth would fall out, but you keep eating it anyway because how its sweetness makes you feel, like pure happiness for a split second and because of how your body craves it. That’s how her hair looks.” Will pulls Edmund in for side hug, trying his best to comfort him. “Now come on, let’s get to this party so you can forget about whatever her name is.”

Edmund wasn’t exactly sure how long he’d been at this party with people he barely knew, nor could he remember how much he had to drink since William was basically pouring drinks down Edmund’s throat in order to loosen him up and to help him forget about you. All he knew for certain was that the world was beginning to look like he was viewing it through a soft focus lens. He was also certain was that the house was beginning to feel too warm for his liking and that there were too many people crammed into the small house. He weaved his way through the crowd of increasingly drunk people searching for a way of out of the house.

As he pulled opened the sliding glass door the cool autumn air greeted him as he slipped through the opening. Edmund stepped onto the seemingly empty moonlit back deck, walking into the cool night air. He walked over to the back railing of the deck, sighing as he gazed upward towards the sky, taking comfort in the stars above him and the light of the bright full moon. He let out a long sigh as he tried to push his thoughts of you aside and focused on the sky above him. His soulmate was out there somewhere; he just had to trust that the universe would take care of him until he met her.

“Needed to get away from all stupid drunk people too?” He heard a girl’s voice call out from the steps below where he was standing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone else was out here. I’ll leave you alone, again I am so sorry to intrude.” He said as he began walking back towards the door.

“Wait! Come on, you don’t have to leave; there’s plenty of room out here. Plus, it’s not like I own this place anyway.” The voice called out to him causing to him to pull his hand away from the sliding glass door and turn away from the door.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.” He replied to the mysterious voice.

“Yes, I am sure. Come on, there’s plenty of room out here. Get over here.” She answered, beckoning him to where she was sitting.

Edmund walked back over to the railing and leaning over it to see who he was talking to, he felt like his jaw must’ve hit the ground below him when his eyes saw you looking back up at him.

“Hey, stranger.” You greeted him as you turned to sit across the step facing his direction.

#edmund hewlett x reader #major edmund hewlett x reader #major hewlett x reader #burn gorman fan fic #turn amc fan fic #turn washington's spies #turn fanfiction

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louisianaspell · 6 years

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Turn Men as Boyfriends/Love Interests

Here’s something that absolutely no one asked for or wants. So, I have no idea why I’ve been thinking about this, but here ya go. Enjoy.

These are my personal opinions.

Edmund Hewlett: He’s the type of man that your parents would want you to marry. Hell, they maybe even pushed you into dating him. He’s not a bad boyfriend, in fact he’s probably the sweetest boyfriend ever, it’s just the fact that you two are two very different people. A decent relationship, but no fireworks.

Benjamin Tallmadge: The one that got away. Ben is the man you occasionally think about and wonder “what if?” The two of you would’ve been perfect together, everyone in your lives think so but life never got the timing right. Possibility of getting together later in life. Possible soulmate.

Caleb Brewster: The guy you dated to piss your parents off, probably after the relationship with Edmund. Rebellious stage boyfriend. He’s the one who gets you out of your shell, pushes you into lots of fun (and possibly dangerous) adventures, forces you to experience life. Fun relationship, but not marriage material.

Abraham Woodhull: First boyfriend, possibly first everything. He’s likable enough, your parents are okay with you dating him, can sometimes border on “you could do better, but you could also do worse” type of approval. He can be sweet sometimes, it’s with him that you first experience the butterflies in your stomach type of love. You think you love him, but you’re young and stupid and so is he.

Selah Strong: First Adult relationship. He pined after you for awhile, watching you date a bunch of douchebags, but he was respectful and waited for you realize that those guys weren’t right for you. Eventually you would realize those guys were poor stand ins for Selah, he treats you like a goddess.

Robert Townsend: Quiet love, slow burn relationship. There are no grand gestures of romantic intent, just a slowly blossoming flower. The two of you are best friends, neither one of you wanting to admit to your feelings to the other, but everyone can see it. The relationship blossoms very slowly into something more.

John Andre: Love at first sight, you both fall head over heels for each other. For the first time in your life you can see yourself planning a future with another person. Whirlwind romance, neither one of you have ever experienced anything like it before, it is intense and all consuming. Sometimes it feels like your heart beats only for one another. He makes you believe in soulmates.

Lafayette: Vacation fling that turns into something more. I picture meeting Laf sometime after the death of Andre, while you’re on a trip to rediscover who you are without John in your life and Laf comes in and sweeps you off of your feet. It starts off as a fling, you don’t think your heart is ready for love yet and Laf is respectful of that. Eventually, Laf’s natural charms work their magic, he helps to heal your heart and you realize how much you care for and fall in love with him.

John Graves Simcoe: Someone you date after Andre dies. Maybe your friends are pushing you to get back out there and you date him because he seems like the polar opposite of Andre and you hope that it’ll help you move on. Not a bad relationship, he can be intense but a good guy. The two of you have a good time together and have some fun *ahem* experiences together, but you both know there’s an expiration date on the relationship.

George Washington: Graduate Student/Adviser Professor. He’s your adviser, the two of you have a lot of chemistry that you try to downplay because of the nature of your relationship. Eventually one of you makes a move, it’s a decent relationship that lasts a few months. He challenges you in all the best ways and you dig the aura of authority he has. The stress of trying to keep the relationship a secret becomes too much and the relationship ends.

Akindobe: You fall for your attractive neighbor. Flirty banter whenever you pass each other in the hallway or lobby. One night one of you gets locked out of your apartment, the super won’t answer or isn’t available to come unlock the door so you stay at the other person’s apartment. You become friends and soon more. It’s a good relationship, you seem like a good match maybe you even discussed taking the next step. You’re heartbroken when he leaves you for Abigail, but when you run into them a few years down the road you realize they’re perfect for each other.

Alexander Hamilton: He would be the cocky and flirty asshat of the friend group and you each like other more than you let on and he uses the attitude to hide his feelings for you. Your friends push the two of you into spending more time alone together because they all see that you guys are in love with each other. Eventually you both get your shit together and tell each other how you feel. You fall for the real Alex, the one you have to drag away from the office and who can clings to you during bad thunderstorms. He insists on writing you old school love letters and you save each one (you’d have soooooo many love letters). It takes a lot of working being with each other, since both of you are damaged in your own ways but also each willing to put in the work.

Thomas Baker (Ensign Baker): Oh, man. You literally running into him in a comic book shop (modern!Baker is a comic nerd, fight me on this). The two of you start talking about your favorite comic book series, suddenly you both realize that you’ve been there for hours talking/debating about different comics, tv and movie adaptations. Numbers are finally exchanged and the rest is history. He’s a sweet and supportive boyfriend, perfect relationship. He’s gonna propose at Comic Con, if he can he’ll try to do at the panel for your favorite comic related movie or show. Bonus points if you’re both in costume when he does it.

Benedict Arnold: Fuck this guy. No one likes him and he dies alone. He would be the worst blind date you’d ever go on. In fact, one of the other guys would probably step in to save you from this date. Maybe its how you meet Caleb, he sees how miserable you look sitting across from this asshole, so he swoops in and pretends to be your jealous boyfriend, cusses Benedict out and causes a scene in the restaurant. Benedict figures you’re not worth the trouble and leaves, leaving you and Caleb to have a sort of first date. A terrible blind date leads into the best blind date.

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louisianaspell · 6 years

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Watch The Sky Masterlist

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Suggested Listening: Venus by Sleeping At Last

Summary: A good old fashioned Soulmate AU set in Modern AU where you don’t see color until you touch your soulmate. When everyone around Edmund is trying to push him into finding his soulmate, Edmund has instead decided to let the universe decide when he is ready to meet her.

Characters: Edmund Hewlett, Benjamin Tallmadge, Caleb Brewster

Part One | Part Two

#edmund hewlett x reader #major hewlett x reader #major edmund hewlett x reader #turn washington's spies #turn amc fan fic

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louisianaspell · 7 years

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She Paints Me Blue

Part 1

Warnings: Nothing spicy, it is all pretty mild. Mentions of insecurity.

Word Count: 2980-ish

Request: “Oh!! Can u please do a turn boys+girls with a artist s/o, like them having paint fights, the reader drawing them and making unneeded commentary 'I ain't no pirate but yo booty lookin FINE', not realizing the reader sneakily left a handprint on the bum of the boy/girls pants, reader constantly complimenting them, spontaneous and heated make-out sessions turning into inspiration and the reader fleeing to write down the idea”

A/N: I am by no means an artist, so I hope this came out okay. Anyway, I decided to split this into two parts to keep it from being too long, Turn Guys and Turn Ladies. Once again, if there is a character you want me to write for, feel free to ask.

Tag: @beautifulfound @im-way-too-many-fandoms

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Caleb Brewster

“Caleb! If you don’t sit still, I am going to tie you to that chair!” You peeked over your easel to scold your squirming model as you pushed back a few stray strands of hair off of your face.

“Is that a promise, [Y/N]?” He replied with a wink and the smile that always makes your heart skip a beat. From the moment you laid eyes on Caleb, all you could think about was trying to capture the essence of his smile on canvas and how it made you feel like seeing the sun for the first time after a long dark winter’s night. You were currently trying your best to capture all of that, but Caleb was currently squirming in his seat like an impatient toddler.

“I am not going to give into your flirtations today, Mr. Brewster. I intend to finish this painting today, even if that means holding you against your will.” You replied with your best assertive sounding voice as you tried your best to hide your smile while you tossed one of your brushes at him.

“Oh, is this how you want to play, [Y/N]?” He laughed as he picked up the paintbrush off the floor in front of him and threw it back at you. You laughed as you watched the paintbrush narrowly missed your head.

“Caleb Brewster! That almost hit me!” You feign shock as you picked up another brush and dipped it in yellow paint and flung it at him, hitting him and splattering the paint on his face. “Oh, no.” You covered your mouth as you laughed. You watched and tried to contain your laughter as Caleb tried and failed to wipe the paint from his face, instead he just ended up smearing the paint into his beard.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think I would actually hit you. You know me, I have terrible aim. Come here, let me get you cleaned up.” As he walked over towards where you were standing, you turned your back to him as you tried to find a clean cloth to help clean his face. Once you turn around you’re greeted with Caleb grabbing your face with his paint covered hands and sloppily kissing you.

“That was uncalled for!” You laugh as you touch the paint on your cheek.

Soon the two of you start chasing after each other through your studio, laughing as you both fling paint at one another. After what feels like hours of just running around like children, the two of you collapse on the floor next to each other, both exhausted and covered in paint.

“So much for getting that painting done, aye?” Caleb teases.

“You’re a terrible influence, Caleb. Oh, you have a little something right...there.” You roll onto your side, facing Caleb as you caress his cheek smearing just a little more paint on his cheek. You smile and kiss a spot on his face that wasn’t currently covered in paint. “You’re helping me clean this mess.” You look over and see him smiling at you.

“I know.” Caleb laughs as he answers you.

Alexander Hamilton

While there were many perks to being an aide-de-camp to General Washington, Alexander couldn’t think of a better one than the privilege of being in the same room while you worked your magic sculpting a bust of the General. The passion and intensity you had while you tried to capture the likeness and authority of Washington in clay was completely mesmerizing, he couldn’t help but watch you work, even if that meant enduring the unamused glares from Washington.

The relationship started off innocently enough, the stolen glances at one another when you each thought the other wasn’t looking and the shy smiles at each other when you were each caught red-handed. But soon it became clear to Alex that you were not the quiet and seemingly shy young woman who spent her days silently turning a mass of clay into a likeness of the General. There were days he felt like he met his match, and others where he felt like he was in over his head with you.

“You do realize I snuck away from Washington to see you, right?” Alexander walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. You used every ounce of self control to keep yourself from turning around to return the embrace since your hands were coated in clay.

“Are you telling me this so that I can make arrangements to attend your court martial hearing, or a warning that I’ll be called as a witness?” You joke as you feel him quietly chuckle.

“Possibly both, but also as an attempt to get you to pay more attention to me, I'm starting to get jealous of the Old Fox. He seems to be taking up all of your time, especially in clay form.” You watch him reach his hand out to poke the wet clay, but you smack his hand before he can touch it. You smile as you feel him wiping the wet clay onto your smock.

“That might be true, but he has nothing on a certain handsome young man in camp that I’ve had my eye on for awhile now. Everytime I see him in uniform, my heart skips a beat.” You lean back against him, biting your lip trying to conceal your smile.

“It is quite possible this certain young man might have his eye on you as well.” He kisses your neck before you spin around to face him.

“The Marquis De Lafayette is interested in me?! Please tell me more! Has he said anything about me? Does he wish to court me? Do you think he’ll take me to France?” You tease him as he rolls his eyes. You carefully drape your arms around his neck, cautious not to get any clay in his hair. “Don’t be jealous, darling, you know I only have eyes for you.” You pull him in closer to you, your eyes meet as you wait for him to make the next move. It doesn’t take him long to get the hint as things soon become heated.

He picks you up and carries you bridal style over to the one small desk in your makeshift studio that was currently unoccupied by art supplies. He sets you down on the desk as his lips reconnect with yours. You lose yourself in the heat of the moment as you wrap your legs around him, placing your hands on his lower back, pulling him closer to you. As you start undressing each other and throwing the clothes onto the floor, a knock at the studio door puts and end to the affair.

“Just a moment!” You call out while you grab your discarded smock off of the ground, putting it on while making your way to the door, trying to make yourself look presentable. When you open it, you’re greeted with a young soldier.

“Ma’am.” The young man nods. “I am sorry for bothering you, but General Washington is looking for Col. Hamilton and it was suggested by Major Tallmadge that I check here.”

“Oh. Yes, of course, he is here. ” You reply, quickly glancing over your shoulder to see Alexander fixing his uniform. “He came to check on my progress for the General.” You said, trying to keep the young man occupied while you waited on Alex. Once he’s finally presentable, he walks up to the door as you step out of way for him.

“I shall let the General know how the bust is coming along.” Both Alexander and the young soldier give a small bow before walking away. You laugh quietly to yourself while watching Alexander walk away from you.

After a brief reprimand from Washington about his disappearance, an intelligence and strategy briefing with Benjamin gets underway, unfortunately for Alexander today was a painfully long briefing. By the time it was all said and done he felt it was too late to return to your studio, instead he planned on returning to his quarters and focus on getting caught up on his work. As he turns away from Washington and is about to walk out of the office, George stops him.

“Oh, and Hamilton?” Washington calls out to him.

“Yes, Sir?” Alexander spins around to face the General.

“Next time you wish to spend time with Ms. [Y/N], just ask. There’s no need for you to sneak around.” George’s statement left Alexander a bit confused, wondering how could he possibly know? Alexander looks at Benjamin, who shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.

“Of course, Sir. Thank you, I shall keep that in mind.” Alexander responds before once again heading towards the door. Once he walks out of Washington’s office, he hears Benjamin call out to him. He turns around to see Benjamin chasing after him.

“Hamilton, are you aware that you have a set of handprints on your arse?”

Benjamin Tallmadge

Benjamin watches as you once again attempt to not-so-discreetly sketch him, he could always tell when you were trying to sketch or paint him. You would get this very specific look on your face while working, you would look at him with love in your eyes which would quickly turn into a look of complete disappointment the moment you looked back at your book or canvas. Ben never knew what you be trying to do that would warrant such a reaction, he just wished he could know what was going through your mind while you worked.

In the time that you had been together, Benjamin could count on one hand the number of times he’d actually seen your work, and each of those times they had been pieces that he later found out from someone else that they were your pieces. He never understood why you were so self conscious of your pieces, he loved your work and was always tried to be your biggest supporter, but no matter how hard he tried you always made excuses to keep him away from the small studio he built for you or why you weren’t able to show him what you were working on.

He could tell the stress of your current piece was beginning to take it’s toll on you, he became familiar with all the warning signs; first you would become frustrated and withdrawn whenever a piece was giving you problems, which would lead to you not leaving your studio for days at a time. Once he noticed you were beginning to spiral, he finally decided to step in and surprise you with a day away from your canvas with a picnic in a spot that he used to frequent with Anna, Abe and Caleb while growing up. Ben was stretched out on his back in front of you, feeling accomplished as he watched your stress seemed to melt away as you spent the afternoon together in the sun. That was until you pulled out your sketchbook and began sketching.

“What are you working on?” He asked, rolling onto his side to face you.

“This? Oh, it’s nothing really. Just an idea I had, but it’s not turning out how I’d like it to.” You quickly closed the book.

“May I see it?” He asked, reaching out his hand for the book.

“Not this one, as I said it’s not turning out how I wanted it to.” You replied as Ben watches you slip the book underneath your skirts. “It’s a mess really, I don't know why you’d want to see it,” you muttered.

“[Y/N], why haven’t you ever shown me your paintings or sketches?” He softly asked you. You looked at him for a moment before answering him.

“I can’t explain it properly.” You looked away from him, staring down at your hands as you start to nervously wring them. “It’s just that...I don’t feel like anything I create is good enough, for you or anyone. It almost feels like I’m waiting for the rest of the world to realize that how horrible my work is. You’ve been the most supportive person I’ve ever met, and yet I’m still afraid you won’t like it. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I can’t silence the part of me that keeps thinking it.” You look at him, nervous at what his reaction will be. He sits up and crawls over to you and sits in front of you, he gently lifts your chin so he can look into your eyes before taking your hands in his.

“[Y/N], I’ve seen the pieces you’ve created in the past and I have loved each one, even before I knew they were yours. And I know that I am not the only who feels that way about your work. Knowing they were yours just made me love them even more. No matter what that voice in your head tells you, I will always love and support you. You will always be my favorite artist. Always, [Y/N].”

Lafayette

“I still do not understand why you want to do my portrait.” Lafayette complains as he sits on a stool in front of you while you sketch.

“My dear, this is what I do. You knew this when you first met me. I am fairly certain it was one of the first things I told you.” You shake your head, smiling as you answer while continuing to work.

“True, but if you want my portrait, why won't you just let me pay someone to paint one for you.”

“You would rather sit for another artist? But not me? That makes me feel wonderful, thank you, love.” You sarcastically reply.

“You know that is not what I meant, [Y/N]. I enjoy spending time with you, but I think our time together could be better spent than just having me sit while you draw.”

You stand up from your chair, setting down your sanguine crayon and sketchbook on the empty chair and walk over to him. “You think I would trust another artist to draw you?” You sit in his lap as he wraps his arms around you.

“You think I can trust another artist to get these beautiful doe eyes right?” You softly kiss his temple. “Oh, and this beautiful face? The one that makes me weak everytime I see you.” You delicately trace one of his cheeks with your fingers. “Or this beautiful mouth of yours? Do you think another artist can capture how every time you speak or even smile, my heart feels like it’s going to burst through my chest?” Lafayette leans in to kiss you and right as your lips are about to touch, you pull away.

“Stay just like that. Do. Not. Move.” You hop off of his lap and jump back over to your chair, picking up the sketchbook and crayon, sitting down and once again start sketching as if nothing happened.

“Merde, [Y/N]. You are going to be the death of me.”

Edmund Hewlett

Before Edmund signed over the deed of Whitehall, he sent you home to England to help settle your new home. The entire trip all you could think of was the perfect housewarming gift for Edmund. You knew he had been through so much during the war, and you wanted to give him something that would always make him smile. It took you a few weeks of working through the night and using every reason you could think of to delay his arrival. But finally it was done, and you were ready to show him and hoped that he loved it as much as you did.

“May I open my eyes now, please?” Edmund asked as you dragged him through the halls of Whitehall towards your bedroom.

“No, you may not. You’ll ruin the surprise if you open your eyes now. Just a few more steps.” You replied as you positioned him in front of the bedroom door. “There. Now, you may open your eyes.”

“Our bedroom door? This is your surprise? I don’t understand, [Y/N].” He looked back at you confused as you were trying to contain your excitement.

“It’s a gift, my love. You have to open it.” You take his hand in yours, placing it on the knob before turning it and pushing open the door. You can tell by his reaction he hasn’t noticed your hard work as he looks around the room.

“My dearest, you did a lovely job furnishing our room, but don’t you think it looks a bit dark?” He pulls you in for a kiss, you catch him off guard when you pull away. “What’s wrong, love?” You take his hands in yours.

“Furnishing our bedroom wasn’t the surprise, Edmund.” You look up, trying to not-so-subtly give him a hint, and look back at him hoping he’ll pick up the hint. He doesn’t. “For goodness sake, Edmund. Look up.”

You watch as he looks at the ceiling and sees the mural of the night sky and the constellations that you created for him. The smile and look of pure happiness of his face makes every hour spent painstakingly painting each constellation worth it.

“[Y/N]. You did all of this for me?”

“Of course I did. Edmund, you are the love of my life. If I could I would pull every single star out of the sky and give them to you.” You barely finish speaking before he pulls you in for a sweet but passionate kiss.

That night, your first in the house together, Edmund cradles you in his arms as you listen to him list each constellation you recreated for him and telling you the myth behind each one. You begin to fall asleep in his arms, listening to the comforting sound of his voice, feeling like you were truly able to give him all the stars in the sky.

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louisianaspell · 7 years

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Can you do some turn bois head canons? Like little domestic things they do with you?

I apologize for taking so long in responding to this, I didn’t forget you! Apparently I can make up head canons on the fly, but the second I need to write them down my brain forgets how to work 😆 Also, I hope that I got your request right.

So, here’s my first attempt at head canons..

(special thanks to @thatadelemgal for thehelping me with Lafayette)

CalebBrewster:

He constantly sings to you

Whenever you’re having trouble sleeping, he’ll hold you in his arms and softly sing until you fall asleep

Expect a lot of “liberated” gifts

He’ll always be able to find those items you need/want

New items will just magically appear

You: Caleb, where did this come from?

Caleb: *does that cute head tilt & smirk* Do you really wanna know?

If you have children together, your nightly routine together will consist of the two of you tucking the children into bed

When Caleb tells a bedtime story, 99.99% of the time it will not be appropriate for children

“There are baby ears in the corn field, Caleb!”

He’ll make up for any and all inappropriate stories, with a trademark lullaby

Benjamin Tallmadge:

He is protective

Which means if the two of you are doing chores around the house, he’s not going to let you do anything he seems would be too much for you

“That looks too heavy for you, let me get it.”

“You’ve done enough for today, go sit down and let me finish.”

But it also means that if someone says something bad about you or hurts you, Ben will go after them like an attack dog. You should probably pray for them.

He’s been working on his own version of Washington’s death glare. It seems pretty effective so far.

You insist on doing his queue each morning

Come on, who wouldn’t wanna play with his beautiful hair?

You love taking him to parties/balls

A night spent dancing with Ben? Yes, please & thank you

Even though he says he hasn’t been to a lot of parties, he’s still a wonderful dancer

Alexander Hamilton

He writes you all the time

You literally have more love letters and poems from him than you know what to do with. You tried keeping all of them, but good lord, you would’ve drowned in a sea of parchment

If you have children together, he’s gonna pass down his talent with a quill. Invest in a parchment company.

One of your favorite things is when the two of you curl up together and he reads to you

Imagine being curled up together on a cold winter’s day by the fire and him reading to you. Heaven.

He’ll always bring home a new book that he says reminded him of you when he found it.

He loves the fact you’re able to keep up him

Lots of mock debates

He’ll say he let you win, but you both know that you beat him fair and square

Be prepared for lots of him whispering sweet nothings in your ear

He loves it when you blush. He didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful with hint of blush on your cheeks

Lafayette

He is all about PDA

It’s hard for him to keep his hands off of you (not that you mind)

Despite his overall sweet and flirty nature, that all changes when someone tries to hurt you or any of his loved ones.

Super sarcastic and bitchy at first, but if they keep it up he might just reach Simcoe level scary if the occasion calls for it.

Because he never has to worry about money, be prepared to spoiled. Like a whole new level of spoiled, he’s gonna redefine the word.

If you even look at something for more than a second, he’s buying it for you, no questions asked.

If you refuse the gift, it will magically appear in your home and of course he’ll have no idea what you’re talking about (”This old thing? You’ve had it for ages!”)

He encourages you to continue your education and to learn more about the world.

Whatever subject you’d like to study, he’s going to make sure you have the best tutors money can get

Lots of nights spent talking about everything and anything

Edmund Hewlett

This man is hopelessly devoted to you, like almost to a fault

You’re completely perfect in his eyes and could never do anything wrong

Lots of nights spent outside stargazing

You’ve never seen him so happy as when you surprised him with a brand new telescope

He’ll point out every constellation, give you the name and the myth/story to go along with it

Romantic dinners at home together will probably mean he’s going to obsess over every detail (even if it’s not a special occasion)

Let him take care of the music & wine selection, it’ll keep him occupied

He’ll attempt to teach you piano

He’s an extremely patient and encouraging teacher

“Wonderful! You sound better than you did yesterday!”

He’ll always be on the lookout for sheet music for you

John Andre

He will recite poetry & Shakespeare to you

He’ll write poems just for you

He will probably stage an entire play for you

He’ll decorate the set himself

Of course he’s the lead, he’s just that talented

He’s constantly sketching/drawing

Usually it’s you he’s drawing, which he’ll keep for himself when he has to leave on assignments

You still receive a lot of his artwork and silhouettes

Your home is basically an art gallery dedicated to him

He’ll play you music

More than likely it’ll be a song he wrote himself, which is going to make your heart melt

Since he plays multiple instruments, you never know what he’s going to play for you

If you’re with him in Philadelphia, he’ll surprise you by playing Benjamin Franklin’s glass harmonica.

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louisianaspell · 6 years

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Could you do headcannons for turn characters reacting to having someone admit their feelings?

Benjamin Tallmadge: I think Ben would be shocked that you admitted you had feelings for him, like there’s a good chance this man is gonna be speechless for what will feel like an eternity. Give him a minute and allow him to fully process what you just said. Once he processes it, I think he would be relieved that you told him, he’s been trying to work up the courage to tell you his feelings for awhile now.

Benedict Arnold: I don’t believe for a second that anyone in their right mind would have feelings for him. But let’s pretend, shall we? He’s gonna be a smug asshole about it, he just automatically assumes all women everywhere love him. Telling him you had feelings for him would just inflate his ego and it would probably be visible from space. Please don’t tell him you have feelings for him, the world doesn’t need that shit show.

Robert Townsend: I think he would be very caught off guard to find out that you had feelings for him, he might even wonder if you’re lying to him. Actually, he probably assumes that you’re lying to him. I think eventually over time he would return the feelings, but not in some grand gesture, Robert is all about those small and subtle gestures.

Caleb Brewster: He’s gonna tease the fuck out of you about it, pretty much to the point where you regret ever telling him. It’ll come from a place of love though. Plus, he would give you that cute smirk and you would remember that you love this dumb troublemaker.

Lafayette: I feel like it would depend on where you told him. Like if there were other people around, I feel like he would probably act like a proper gentleman about it, very respectful and chaste kiss on your cheek or hand. But if you were to tell when the two of you were alone, he would probably act like an excited puppy, I feel like he would pick you up and spin you around and probably trip over his own feet.

Alexander: I don’t think he would be surprised that you had feelings for him, he figured it was just a matter of time before you fell for his charms.

Washington: I feel like he would just silently stare at you with that Dad™ look, probably to the point where you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Also, he probably start talking about wood paneling to avoid talking about his feelings or he would just simply say “Thank you.”

Edmund: This man will be a stuttering mess, he would be so excited but also a bit nervous that this is just another Anna situation. I think once he realizes that you actually mean it, he’s gonna be over the moon.

Andre: I think he would already know before you say anything, he’s just been waiting for you to say it. You would already be the most important person in his life at this point, so hearing you tell him that you’re in love with him would just be icing on the cake.

Abe: For some reason, I picture you telling him as he’s about to do something very stupid. I mean it’s Abe, so this isn’t exactly out of the realm of possibilities, ya know? Anyway, I think at first he would probably gloss over the fact you just told him that you’re in love with him and keep telling you his dumb plans. Shake some sense into this boy and try again.

Rogers: First off, is he sober enough to remember? If not, you might have to wait until he’s gonna be able to remember. Also, I would suggest asking my wife @simcoeandchesterfieldmysavages since she’s the Rogers expert in our commune.

Ensign Baker: Oh, my sweet darling Baker boy. I love him so much I literally wanna cry. Telling him you had feelings for him would make him the happiest he’s ever been in his life. All he really wants in life is to be loved and to have a family of his own, so knowing that you returned his feelings would be the best news he’s ever heard. He would probably smile for days afterwards and tell everyone in a ten mile radius how lucky he is.

Akinbode: He is already fully aware that you’re in love with him and has been for awhile now. When you finally tell him, he’ll get that cocky smirk that kinda makes your heart melt and say something like “took you long enough to figure it out.”

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