#Annlett baby

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📷 + Olivia Cooke

~OKAY IM GOING AU HERE CAUSE I CAN~

Name: Eliza "Ellie" Caroline Hewlett

Fc: Olivia Cooke

Family: Anna Strong & Edmund Hewlett (excuse me, how could i not when she so heavily favors Anna in some lights?)

backstory: the romance bloomed after Hewlett's return to Setauket from rebel captivity and one thing naturally led to the next. Having intended to wed soon, they fell into a romantic dalliance. One that is nearly blows up in their faces when Abe decides to meddle. Though Woodhull destroys the would-be marriage (at first), he is too late to stop the bundle of joy.

Place of Birth: York City

(coincidentally, Anna must reveal her best-kept secret when Tallmadge entreats her to pay Edmund a visit. It is also there that they reconcile. Anna returns to give Ben the requested information before joining Edmund for the rest of the war's duration)

Is presently stationed in: Townsend's Tavern post war - premove into Whitehall, and maybe eventually Scotland.

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: straight

Personality: Amenable, bold, extremely intelligent, intellectual, loves astronomy and is a voracious consumer of the humanities. She has her mother's beauty, keen wit, and charm. From her father, she gets her mostly gentle, forgiving, and eager to please nature. She adores all animals. ALL OF THEM. From both parents, she excels at plotting, at being able to hear what people need and want and then devise a clever plan to achieve that goal.

Occupation: Ends up being a well-beloved school teacher

[jtownraindancer]

someone give me the motivation to finish the hurt/comfort annlett fic i started months ago

[simcoesleftear]

I still want to do the Turnsgiving prompts I'm missing but I just had this idea for the set it to music one:

If everything was everything But everything is over Everything could be everything If only we were older Guess it's just a silly song about you And how I lost you And your brown eyes In your brown eyes, I was feeling low 'Cause the brown eyes, and you never know Got some brown eyes, but a soft face I knew that it was wrong So baby, turn the record on Play that song Where everything was everything But everything is over Everything could be everything If only we were older I guess it's just a silly song about you And how I lost you And your brown eyes Brown eyes

Annlett song? Annlett song.

[cabbxges-and-kings]

Taking this from one of my recent posts, but this is also connected to my ptsd post. Basically this is just a rundown of Abe's alcohol addiction in a timeline format and why this became more prominent in some seasons as opposed to others.

TW: alcohol mention, alcoholism.

In terms of Abe's alcohol addiction: I feel like Abe was a heavy drinker in college. He was the type of guy to go out drinking all night and still manage to turn in an essay on time with a perfect score. His schooling wasn't ever difficult for him, mostly because Abe already had a good idea on law from watching his father throughout his childhood. Abe also used his college as a way to escape Setauket and I imagine Richard paid for all of his tuition and book fees, so he's basically living his nepotism baby lifestyle in college. Other than young people usually delving into alcohol, I think Abe did drink heavily to ignore the pull he still had to Anna at the time and numb the guilt after breaking off their engagement.

So, that being said, Abe has a history of heavy drinking. He comes back to Setauket, eloped to Mary, and starts building his home. He also starts farming at this time, so with his busy schedule, he pulls away from alcohol. He drinks it occasionally, but not to excess as he used to. Basically putting his college partying days behind him.

S1 drama stirs up. Abe starts to really disagree with his father. He's dealing with Simcoe, being seen as a suspect in a murder case, he owes a ton of debt to people in town, he's partly responsible for Selah's arrest. This and his involvement in the spy ring just adds up on stress, but it's more manageable. I think his affair with Anna served as a place for alcohol at this time. He does fall a bit into a drinking habit at times during the gravestone plotline because Abe hasn't resolved his guilt over his brother's death.

End of s1 and s2: Abe gets deep in the drink. Baker's death weighs heavily on his mind. The whole bandit thing. His home he built is burned down. He's trying to recruit Townsend and finding ways to get into the city. He's still dealing with a poor harvest and financial issues. This and his prison time really starts to get Abe to go deep into his alcohol addiction. (Also his s.ex addiction). He starts drinking again heavily and this only continues once he deals with the stress of Hewlett finding out his spying and reporting to Andre. Anna and him are apart, so his alcohol addiction tenfold. He feels her drifting away. This leads into the whole Annlett storyline. He feels like he has less control over his situation and needs an outlet to avoid any anxious thoughts. (I go more into how alcohol affects him in the pstd post).

S3: Abe still deals with a bit of an alcohol addiction, but this the time when Abe starts to cut back on it. Rogers is breathing down his neck. Simcoe is threatening to burn down his hometown. Abe basically gets banned from Whitehall for a while and with Rogers and Simcoe nearby, Abe needs to stay sober because he's the one mostly taking care of Sprout now and Rogers is always one second away from killing him. This leads him towards his sober lifestyle. I think the Thanksgiving episode also made Abe more alert. I think, too, he potentially witnessed Rogers' addiction to alcohol and it wised him up. He doesn't want to go down a similar path to Rogers.

S4: Abe doesn't feel a reliance on alcohol. Mary and Abe are getting along better, and with their alliance, he feels way more in control. The QR are gone, Rogers is gone. Hewlett isn't around. Yeah, it sucks that Anna isn't nearby, but Abe manages. I think Abe might dive into alcohol sometimes, but it's very minimal. Abe is probably at his best mental health moment here until Richard dies. Thankfully, Abe doesn't go back into his previous vices and he feels like he has a good footing. He has a home, he needs to look out for his son, he feels comfortable in his place in the spy ring, and basically spite is fueling him right now lmao. So from this point onwards with Washington's payment, Abe stays away from alcohol. I don't think Abe's s.ex addiction is as strong here, he has a more healthy relationship with both alcohol and s.ex in general once he feels like he has more control over his situation.

[florence-pew]

Anybody else miss our good ship Annlett? God, I do.

[unwaveringsignals]

Halley &  Uncle Theo Treasure Maps:

@toodamnloyal continued from X

His smile made her all the more enthusiastic to partake in the challenge her parents had left her so that they could tend to her younger brothers and sisters. “This is my first one too!” She chirps bouncing up and down on her toes.  

“It is! It is!” Halley answers when he states that it looks like the island and shows her the spot that looks like her house. “If… if that is the house…” she spins to the right. Her eyes squint a little. “That must be the barn, the woods, and beyond that… the Sound. Right?” She half asks and half announces. Her dark eyes turning upwards towards her Uncle Theo.

“But which way is North? And which is South?” She asks. While she could read the map, she had a little trouble getting her orientation.

[grumblebee-trilogy]

Do you have any Turn fics you would recommend to people?

Yes! I have a couple that I go back to for a good shot of serotonin!

Not So Easy to be the Teacher’s Pet, by @fickleobsessions. (E) If you’re into more washette, boarding school aus, and some very nice paddling, this is it. I also recommend Fickle’s entire Sweet Baby, I Need Fresh Blood series if you’re interested in vampire harems.

The Plight of Anthropology by narcissablaxk. (T) A very heartfelt and drama packed university au. Annlett fic (and Tallster fic)

Another Uninnocent, Elegant Fall by @catalpa-waltz. (E) The OG for Benwash feels! Accidental sugarbaby/ modern AU.

All of these stories/authors are good places to start! And you can explore their other fics. I tried to rec a little of everything, since I don’t know your pairing preference. (And I tend to trend towards reading/writing a lot of E rated Benwash, Washette, and Washingharem) Have fun!

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Rules: Answer these questions and tag 9 people. (I don’t usually tag, so anyone who feels like it can do it.)

Tagged by @jeremygoode.

Favourite Colour: Grey-blue

Top 3 Ships: Hotspur Husbands (Hornblower), Annlett (TURN), Gorgonicshipping (YGO Zexal)

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick. I almost never wear makeup, and even then never lipstick, lol. It’s just such a pain.

Last song I listened to: BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUUUUN

Last movie I watched: The Legend of Cocaine Island. It’s a pretty fun documentary, and I liked the visual style. Also good if you enjoy being angry at the US criminal justice system (which has become a hobby of mine).

Currently reading: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. Despite being absolutely obsessed with it, I’ve been “currently reading” it for the past month. I’ll probably be “currently reading” it until I’m seventy years old. It’s a long book.

I tag: whoever wants to do it! (Yeah I’m lame lmao)

[mercurygray]

Writing prompt: Anna and Hewlett, after reuniting and working through all their shiz, have a second (successful!) wedding at Whitehall. Fluff, smut if you wanna take it to their wedding night, tears of joy; I'd take any and all, thank you :)

Anon, sorry this took so long - this was a great prompt but it hit right in the middle of a mess about plagiarism in the TURN fandom and I had to move in a slightly different direction to distance myself from a project that I think someone else is working on.

So. A bit of domestic fluff.

Gentle Tyranny

An Annlett drabble

She was waiting for him, just as she always did.

As much as Edmund loved the stars, there was something indescribably wonderful about coming inside after his studies and seeing her in the midnight firelight, her mind lost in a book or a piece of mending, completely at peace. He’d told her more than once he wished she wouldn’t, for the sake of her eyes, but she wouldn’t listen - every night it was exactly the same.

Except that tonight she had some company - two smallish bodies, curled into her lap and along the rest of the settle, sleeping as soundly as if they were in their beds. He leaned over her carefully to kiss her cheek and examined the sleeping children. “They wanted to wait up for you,” she explained, her voice soft. “A valiant effort that lasted perhaps an hour.”

The larger of the children stirred, turning a bleary eye upward. “Papa…”

Edmund smiled, putting down his papers and picking up his eldest son with a little groan. How big his children are getting. “I think it is bedtime for you, Herschel,” he said quietly, brushing a stray lock away from the boy’s face.

“Wanna see stars,” Herschel mumbled, at the same time burrowing his face further into the lapel of his papa’s soft studying banyan.

“And you shall, my boy, you shall,” Edmund replied, shifting his weight a little so he could carry him upstairs. “But not tonight. Tonight it is time for bed.” He turned, watching Anna lay aside her book and pick up the other child, who slept as soundly as anything, her hair as dark and fine as her mother’s. “It’s a good thing Cassie stayed abed,” he remarked quietly, “Or we wouldn’t be able to get them upstairs ourselves.”

Anna only smiled.

The stairs seemed too tall while carrying a sleeping child of five. Perhaps it was that Herschel was getting heavy or he was getting old - he didn’t quite know which. But every creak in the stairs and every carefully opened door was also somehow precious to him, as precious as the child he was carrying. He laid Herschel down into his bed and tucked the covers around him, kissing his forehead and smiling as his son’s sleepy mouth turned upwards at the corners a little, falling back into sleep again.

“Good night, Andromeda,” he whispered, turning to his daughter, tucked in beside her sister, her hair a dark flash on the pillow next to the nimbus of Cassie’s pale, fine hair. “Good night, Cassiopeia.”

The children help him mark the time - if Herschel was five, then it was eight years since the war had ended and seven years since Anna had agreed to marry him, and if ‘Meda was four, then it was three years since he sold Whitehall and moved them off Long Island to this newer, house across the sound, nearer York City proper, for Herschel had been two then, and 'Meda only one, and Cassie wasn’t even a thought yet until  Edmund showed Anna their new bed in their new bedroom and she thanked him for moving them out of the house that had pained her for so long.

It had seemed the better bargain, when Abraham Woodhull had promised it to him - one man who wanted a house to fill with books and papers and another man with a house he wanted nothing more to do with. But Whitehall had come with its own ghosts, though they troubled him less as time went on. He saw Richard in empty rooms and even after he’d filled them with his things the memories of him still lingered, shadows half-seen in the corners of looking glasses and at the edge of candle-lit circles.

And he knew Anna saw more ghosts than he. She’d known the house longer, with more of her hopes and dreams wrapped up in the woodwork - and dashed on the floors, too. (He forgot, sometimes, that in her youth she had meant to marry Abraham.) But somehow she endured it. Raised children in it.

There were good memories, too  - sipping madeira by the fire and talking into the night about philosophy, playing the pianoforte with his officers, the wedding night that had been so long postponed. If they ever returned to Long Island, he thought he might even be able to point out the spot on the lawn where they had begun again, she holding a letter she had once forged and he finding, once she had let him read it, that he could not look at her and hate her any longer.

What followed after that was a longer story, but it ended here, in their house, filled only with their memories, carrying their children up to bed. “Did you see your comet?” she asked, once she’d returned from banking down the fire in the parlor.

“Not tonight,” he admitted. “My calculations may be off a little. I’ll try again tomorrow.”

“Will you take Herschel with you?” she asked, shrugging out of her bodice and skirt and running a hand through her hair. Edmund allowed himself a moment to appreciate how she looked in the darkness of the room, a corona of candlelight around her head. “If he brings his soldiers he’ll quiet down soon enough.”

Edmund thought of the little lead figures, lined up across the usually pristine carpet in his observatory - and the sore feet he’d doubtless have after he stepped on at least one. “He’ll fall asleep,” he reminded his wife. “But yes, I’ll let him sit up with me.”

“Good. Now can you help me with this knot?” Anna asked, her mind clearly on other matters now that the business of Herschel was settled, and he turned, fiddling with the fastening on her stays for her.

“You will tie them too tight,” he admonished, fingers picking gingerly at the knot. “And you’ve no need of it, you know that.”

“I think they won’t do me much good, at this point.” Edmund looked up at his wife, ready to do battle with whatever demon she was fighting with about her figure, but she was smiling, in a somewhat apologetic manner. “But my calculations may be off a little, too.”

There was wonder in this, too, that he could not disguise, no matter how quickly she sprang the news on him. “No - another?” She smiled and nodded, pressing his hand along her belly where he could just feel the taut, rounded curve that, after three children, he was coming to know so well. “So soon?”

“It is not soon, Cassie is nearly three. And my husband has been very attentive of late,” she reminded him, butting him gently with her forehead in gentle admonition. “Are you pleased?”

“Only if you are,” he replied, taking her hands and letting them hang between them. “Herschel will demand a brother,” he observed with a smile, which made her laugh again and rest her forehead against his, their breathing mixed, bodies arched together into their own private cathedral.

“Herschel cannot get everything he wants.”He wanted to stay there for hours, to let the feeling of joy sink in, but he knew it was folly. A hundred things could happen between now and then, some of them bad and some of them good and none of them predictable in the slightest. The bed and sleep beckoned, and they went, but he could not help holding her close as she drifted off, her breathing slowing until it was barely perceivable. Another child! His heart was alight with it.  

This had not been his path, once - once he would have looked around at a house filled only with papers and books and telescopes and called himself content, but no more. Now he was more apt to move a battery of toy soldiers from atop his notes and fix a position so that a doll might also view the stars, and end the evenings in his observatory carrying sleeping children up to bed. And to all this there was to be another baby - another battery of sleepless nights and shoulders sore from carrying a restless babe, and dozens of missed observations and irritable children to boot.

Alas that love, so gentle in his view, should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.

And, Shakespeare in mind, Edmund Hewlett went to bed smiling.

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I was re-watching Season 1 and that exact Shakespeare quote is one that Hewlett and Richard Woodhull quote to each other when talking about Abe and Anna’s shared romantic past, and I thought - hey, isn’t this applicable to where Anna and Hewlett kind of are at this point in Season 4?  In context in Romeo and Juliet, I think Benvolio says the line with a little bit of sarcasm, and I imagine the same eye-rolling emphasis in how Hewlett imagines it at the end.

[smoljamesmadison]

turn for the fandom meme?

Send me a fandom and I’ll answer:

How long I’ve been in the fandom (if at all): Like with Hamilton, since the beginning of this year.

My favorite male character: Townsend

My favorite female character: Anna

1 OTP: Annlett for life 3

1 NOTP: Whatever Abe/Anna is called.

Funniest character: I hate Arnold but his baby tantrums are pretty funny

Prettiest character: Probably Peggy Shippen or maybe Mary?

Most annoying character: Abe

Most badass character: Akinbode and Mary

Character I want as my best friend: Abigail

Female character I’d marry: Anna

Male character I’d marry: Townsend

Least favorite character: Arnold lol

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@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins (Baby Ellie verse & Rivington's place)

"Major Hewlett," Anna warmly but trepidatiously intones. The fatigue etched upon his countenance, even in the din of Rivington's establishment, is all too notable. "May we speak in private?" She requests only for him to reject it.

A part of the brunette hesitates. Her dark eyes rove the room uneasily before she nervously removes her cloak. Settling gracefully into the seat across from him is harder than it once was, for her much changed form. Her hands drift down her stays willing her aching back not to betray her any more than the obvious swelling in her middle probably had already.

Her maple eyes rake over him soft and appraising. "You look well." Its the first, half-hearted sentiment, Anna can think to utter in order to break the ice that had grown between them. In truth, melancholy had done him no favors. Vaporized from his beautiful eyes, the enthusiastic sparkle and zest for life suffered a grim death. Frown lines had deepened on either side of those adoring lips. He looks more weathered and weary than he ever had; even following his escape from the rebel camp. Concern deepens, twisting tight knots in the confines of her stomach, the longer she allowed herself to stare upon his face.

"I uhm...." She inclines herself forwards a little, "want to thank you for heeding my letter. I wasn't sure that you would given all that transpired." Oh, how her heart desperately yearns to add things like she's missed him, that she has thought of him so frequently, that her life hasn't been the same since they parted ways. However acting upon such instincts could only be considered unkind and improper given what she had done to him.

[persephbug]

All I want is ANNLETT and for Ben to break down the next time Caleb is even in the slightest danger. I want him to talk about not wanting to lose Caleb like he lost Nate, and tell him how MUCH HE LOVES HIM WAHHHHHHHH caleb would just be smiling and comforting ben like “ya I know. c’mere ya sobbing baby” *HUGS* please 

[montmartre-parapluie]

RULES: tag 9 people you want to get to know better ooc ( PLEASE REPOST NOT REBLOG. ) TAGGED BY: @badsurfer

PREFERRED NAME: Helen

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries


BIRTHDAY: 3rd April 


RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Dating


PETS: None, alas! will enthusiastically pet other people’s fur-babies or mini-floofs, though

WAKE UP TIME: Around 6:30. Get-up time is a different thing altogether :P


COKE OR PEPSI: I’ll take either.


TEXT OR CALL: Text. I sound like a giggling maniac over the phone.


LAST PERSON YOU CALLED: My parents.


LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED: bf

CHAPSTICK OR LIPSTICK: Neither! I prefer lipstain. It’s like felt tipping your own mouth :P

NUMBER OF PIERCINGS: One in each ear
, the standard “so i can wear earrings” piercing.

TATTOO(S): None.

Tagging: @sansakarstark, @dancesontheedge, @captaindandelion, @swisskriss355 @sweetteakisses @1776andmylife, @annlett-outlett, @grumblebee-trilogy, @operanerd

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@selahstrxng

“Halley? Sweetheart, want to help Mommy send a letter for Daddy?” She quizzes with a grin. Her four-year-old daughter was incredibly intelligent just like Edmund. Anna had no doubts she’d be the smartest in her class.