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Favours

A little drabble with Charles Orrock from my rp blog @midshipmancharlesorrock and Decimus from @perpetuallyadrift inspired by the muns October prompts that you should def check out @severinadestrango . Based loosely off our changeling verse with Charles and Decimus.

The boy had danced nearly six hours before I had the chance to ease a little of his suffering. As much as the Midsummer and the thinned veil that brought him stumbling into our ring were to blame, he ought to have counted himself lucky the night would be short. He’d lasted this long, strong not to fall and have the pixies set on him. It hadn’t been easy to watch.

I had received permission from the Lady of these woods to approach him, wading carefully through the shards from wine glasses thrown at his feet. His hair had long since come loose from its queue, stark white and swaying as he danced. He was beautiful, skeletal and pale, almost fae-like. Like he was some sort of death omen descendent. The perfect entertainment for the rowdy fae.

I was careful with the wine glass, dribbling the minimum needed down his chin to make the act seem mocking. I’d spent too many years being raised by humans to find joy in this sort of entertainment. He watched me, eyes wide but cloudy with overwhelming magic.

I counted the minutes till sunrise after that, pulling the boy out of the glass and the ring as the Good Folk dispersed. The magic wore away from him slowly, bringing with it moans of pain perhaps sweet to trolls ears. I could do little but grimace as I tended to his feet.

“Who...?”

“My human name is Charles. What may I call you?”

“Decim-Deci. My nickname is Deci.”

“Deci. You must have someones favour or protection, few survive a fairy ring.” I did my best to soothe him, combing my fingers through his hair. “You’re owed a fae’s favour Deci now too.”

“A favour?” He struggled a little, I assumed his mind had begun to clear. 

“Ask what you desire.”

“C-companionship.”

There are always caveats to a fae’s favour. For Deci it would have meant friends but no lovers, physical companionship but never emotional. Perhaps it was his strength or his beauty that sought me to rectify it. The otherness he had that brought me to greet him on a ship full of iron as though we had never met.

“Midshipman Charles Orrock. Come aboard sir.”

“Deci...mus. Presidos. Midshipman.”

“Deci yes?”

“Yes. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Orrock.”

There is the smallest and softest of smiles on his face. I feel delighted to be the cause. Looking at him makes me feel of wanderlust, eager to experience him and the seas. His feet will not wander as they had before, not so long as I’m at his side. He’ll have his favour fufilled, perhaps a bit more.

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Aesthetic post for my Liberty’s Kids fic, All in Red and Blue. Fic. Can be found on my writing blog @alorevwrites. via BeFunky Collage Maker

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Character Sketch

A quick character sketch I had to write in one page for my creative writing class. Based off my modern au for All In Red and Blue.

Bryan sat out on the porch, watching the sun come up lazily over the horizon as if looking for something. All he saw was red sky the colour of Tom’s hair.

With one hand he flicked open the locket around his neck, rubbing the pictures inside with a thumb. He didn’t look at them. On the left was Tom, a week before they’d shipped off to basic, his fiery hair still long. On the right was both of them, Bryan laughing, pulling a face as Tom kissed his cheek over a picnic table. Next to the locket, a glittering ring that Bryan had never worn. He avoided touching it.

"Bryan? Nightmares?” Will’s voice came from the porch door, weighed down with sleep. When he didn’t receive an answer he shuffled over, petting Muffin and laying an arm over the back of Bryan’s chair. “You know I don’t mind if you wake me when you have them.”

"Needed to be alone. You two would’ve gotten along.” Bryan caught Will’s hand. “I just miss him sometimes. Most times really.”

“I know.” Will squeezed his hand gently. “I’ll go make breakfast.”

"I’ll help.” Bryan stood stiffly, Will supporting him as he got his prosthetic leg underneath him. He kissed Will’s cheek softly. “Shouldn’t be sitting out here like he’ll walk home anyways.”

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I realize no one really pays attention to this blog itself I just want to put a new note at the top and reblog to other blogs. I'm always accepting any sort of writing commissions and have examples of my work on this blog, my ao3 and drafts you can request excerpts of if interested. Hit me up!

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Emergency Commissions

Hey guys. Once again I'm in a tough spot. My work reduced my hours too much and until tutoring starts up I don't have a second source of income. So I need to make at least an extra 70 dollars on top of my paycheck in two weeks or I won't be able to make my mortgage payment and risk losing my apartment. Moving back in with my parents is not an option.

So that being said and the sad story no one wants to hear being over, here's what I'm asking. I'll do commissions at a base rate of $5 for a 1,000 words, no matter the genre, content or style. I'll even do freeverse poetry.

I know a lot of you are in just as tough a position as I am, but if you could reblog this and get word out I'd be grateful for that too. Thanks in advance everyone! Please inbox me at @alorevwrites or @mistahboosh or email me directly at alorevfritz@gmail.com

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Ah. Nanowrimo has begun. Let's see if I actually participate this year... I'll probably bounce around between Collective Madness and Red and Blue this month so I'll likely be posting word counts here for for the day and which novel it was I worked on.

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Love being a writer on tumblr because it's like "need inspo for something you're working on? Search the tag in tumblr. Here's ALL you need."

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So thanks to @spookyrawr I'll be writing a 4000 word short story based on this prompt: an idea hat I've always loved is a young dryad whose life is tied to an old treant who carries her around on his shoulder through forests and shit and it's cute. And I think I have an idea for an 1800 word story contest as well but I plan do a lot of them hopefully so if anyone has any prompts and ideas I'll gladly take them. They will be posted here and also submitted for story contests.

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Yo ya'll. Been super busy lately working on things but I thought I'd update ya'll on upcoming projects. All In Red and Blue is still very much going on and I will be turning it into an original piece once the fanfic version is finished. Otherwise I'm currently working on an original Historical fiction piece entitled Collective Madness about gay pirates. And a shorter story hesitantly titled A Human, A Selkie (Roane!) And A Merman Walk Into A Bar. Which is about a poly relationship between a Shark Merman, an Irish Roane and Human Sailor and their adventures. If anyone thinks these are interesting and wants to chat or ask about other projects or whatever feel free to!

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Hey Guys

Just a reminder that writing commissions are open. I could really use the extra the cash to get out of house and handle schooling next year as well as other things. I’m very flexible about what pricing and what sort of commissions people would like, so please feel free to come talk to me in any form. I have plenty of free time this summer so I can guarantee things should get done in a timely fashion. Anyways, if you’re interested drop me a line or check out my info on this blog about it or my main blog @alorevfritz

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Writing Commissions

Hey guys, looking into opening up Commissions this summer since I have the ability to do so. I’m not sure anyone is at all interested but it would be nice to have the option. I’d like to have some money put away so that I can move out this summer and also have some put away for other stuff. I mean if there’s only three of you or whatever, I’ll just discuss pricing and stuff personally. But if there’s more interest I’ll make guidelines? I’d like to see what sort of interest I have before I do anything. So if you are interested you can let me know via this post or dropping me an ask or message? 

I will still be working on my current fics, no need to worry about that.

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Crisis

John Adams is always in the middle of some sort of crisis. This time the crisis is his. Ben's there to sort it out for him just like always. A self indulgent fradams fic because I like forcing my insecurities and the insecurities of people close to me on characters to figure out how to deal with them. /// John sighed softly, nuzzling his nose into the neck of his bedmate and let a smile twitch at his lips as he took in the smell. Metallic, a salty sweat, homely musk and the mango shampoo that had been cheapest at the store that week for the founding fathers to share. It was a smell he knew well, a smell that was immediately calming when he couldn't find his center because the owner himself would be calm. He could trust that. It was a smell that meant safety and reason and trust. Because he could trust Benjamin. They had been at odds many times certianly but at the end of the day Benjamin was comforting and reasonable and John could trust him. He never did anything without a reason and when they argued, if John took a minute, he could see why Ben saw things the way he did. Sometimes he couldn't do that with others. Ben was...easy. The arm around his waist tightened and John ghosted his lips over the skin of Benjamin's neck and waited for him to still. He was ready to move. Ready to get up and start the day but Ben would pout if he woke up without John there. A few more minutes then. Just for Ben. Abigail had never been able to keep him in bed. But that was only because Abigail didn't mind. Abigail liked to be kept just as busy as he did when it came down to it. Ben slowed him down, Ben liked to be a little bit slower so he could see everything, take in everything from every angle. John often tended to move past things so quickly he missed the smaller stuff. And Abigail had understood that. She knew she couldn't slow him down and make him rest because she didn't either. But Ben always had been able to and she encouraged him to and John could never thank her enough for that. It had been her corresponding with Ben through her letters to John that had forced him into action. The one thing he had hesitated on, and Abigail hadn't allowed him to. She knew, she always knew. Perhaps that was why he loved her, she knew him too well. Benjamin knew him just as well as Abigail did. Just in different ways. "You can go." Ben murmured softly, planting a kiss on John's hair and John let out a rumble in his chest, rolling slightly more onto Ben's chest and Ben chuckled. "It's alright." "I know." John closed his eyes and searched himself for any need to pace the room and keep moving. It was building, but slowly. He could put it off a bit longer before getting up and making breakfast to keep his hands busy. Ben rubbed his back gently and John closed his eyes, letting his mind wander. They had shared mornings like this back when John was first trying to get Congress to vote on independence. They had shared mornings like this in France. Mornings with Abigail weren't the same but they had always made John feel the same. Moving around each other in unison and doing things separately but with each other nearby by. It left the feeling of being comforted and appreciated and...loved. he wasn't prepared yet to discuss the last feeling with Ben. He missed Abigail. Madison was constantly thinking about Dolley, most of his coherent sentences centered on Dolley. If he didn't have Ben, perhaps he might have been the same. Madison had never been especially close to any of them except Jefferson and even then Jefferson was often off in his own world and paying attention to other things. But Ben was there. Ben gave him the attention he needed when he needed it. And he did. They all did in some way because it was hard enough adjusting to the future and it would have been even harder without some sort of comfort from the past. Perhaps that was why they'd each held onto their customs and clothes and wigs as hard as they did. "John, John?" He snapped back to the present, suddenly realizing that his face was wet and so was Ben's chest. He sat up quickly, turning away and Ben caught his arm. There wasn't a grip, just a hand there. Sitting on his forearm and the tears ran faster. John didn't pull away, and Ben put an arm around his waist, encouraging John to lean against him. He did, focusing on his breathing for a moment until he calmed. He wiped the tears away and stood. "I'm going to go make breakfast." Ben didn't stop him, just watched from the bed with a sigh and let him leave. Breakfast went fast, for John at least. By the time the others were up, everything was ready and he left early for work. On the way back he stopped for groceries and liquor, making sure the trip took him as much time as possible. He was starting to flag, he knew what that felt like but he had never stopped for exhaustion until his body forced him to and working out the energy meant sleep and sleep meant he didn't have to think for a few hours. Thinking only led to Ben, and Ben led to Abigail and Abigail led to homesickness. It wasn't something he wanted to deal with right now. Benjamin let him be when he returned, making an excuse about wanting to work on speeches for the presidential campaign Hamilton was bound and determined to launch. He wasn't suprised to wake up at six am to Ben lifting him from the kitchen table and carrying him to bed as he'd done many nights before. He couldn't remember when he'd fallen asleep. The morning would be just like the last and that woke John up a bit. He rolled over in the bed, away from Ben and stared at the alarm clock until his vision came into focus. "Talk to me." Ben's voice was soft, thick with sleep. He'd likely taken a nap while waiting for John to drop. "I miss home. I miss working together at Congress. I miss writing Abigail. I miss you sneaking into bed in the middle of the night in France from 'late night diplomacy' only to find me still awake, working. I miss knowing I was helping shape a nation. That I was shaping the world." "You miss knowing that you would leave something behind when you died." Ben sighed softly. "We did John. We all left something behind." "But will we in this new age? And is what I left behind what I wanted as a legacy? You know as well as I that you and Washington and Hamilton have much fame, even Jefferson is better recognized than Madison and I. And Madison...well whether he is aware of it or not is a different matter." "Is it more important the image you left behind or the things you left behind? My image is less than stellar though it is truthful. But what I left behind in terms of my inventions, the declaration we fought for in Congress...I am proud of that. Aren't you?" "I am. But could I have done more?" "You always want more John. You aren't satisfied with what you have, that's fine. It's good. But you can't change what you left as a legacy then in the here and now, only what you leave here when we are returned to our time." Ben tucked John's head beneath his chin. "There's something else bothering you isn't there?" "How do you know me so well?" "How many nights have we shared together John? Whether through work or comfort or pleasure?" "No. I mean that's what's bothering me. You know me so well. As well as Abigail ever did. I can't begin to understand it. I will never understand you." John closed his eyes for a moment and waited. "I hardly understand myself John. But what I do understand is that I want what is best for you. And to have that I must know you. I know you because I want to. I am sorry if reminding you of Abigail only brings you heartache." "It does not. Well not exactly. I want to make a difference here. I'm ready to. I'm so focused on it sometimes I forget about her. But then you remind me and I wonder if forgetting her is the most horrible thing I could to her know that we're...apart." "I think she would be pleased to know you've found another cause to focus yourself on. You always have been a bit absorbed in the task at hand." Ben chuckled. "She'd be annoyed that you haven't kept track of all the gossip she'd like to hear." "I'll relay it to her when...if...we return home." "When. We will. You can still make your mark on this future age before we go, don't doubt that." "How can you provide what I need while asking nothing in return?" Ben forced him to roll over now, pulling John into a tight embrace. "Perhaps you haven't noticed but anything I need that I don't get from you, are usually things I need to do myself. You give me what you bring to whatever it is we are and it is what I need. That's why it works. Whatever it is I'm giving you, I know not what it is but I am glad to be able to give it." "What do I provide for you?" "A force to make me take action. A friend. An annoyance at times but in a good way. Release." There was a laugh at the end of that and John glared which only made Ben grin. The glare fell and he relaxed, yawning and letting himself push the problem away, satisfied with the answers and solutions for the moment. "Thank you." "You're welcome." John closed his eyes, nuzzled back into the mix of sweat and metal and musk and mango and fell asleep to a kiss pressed to his forehead.

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Ayy, more fradams. This time shameless, plotless smut. This is the fault of @dolley-madison I swear. I almost went further with but...I got embarrassed for myself for writing this. I'm so sorry. /// John looked exceedingly good today and frankly it was quite annoying. It had taken only a short four months to get him to entertain thoughts of wearing modern clothes, and only because their own clothes were starting to fall apart. Hamilton had worn his until they'd literally fallen apart and George had been forced to take them and leave Hamilton with nothing but modern clothes to wear. He'd worn a towel for two days straight before he was told in no uncertain terms that if he did that again he wouldn't like the consequences. Benjamin himself had of course taken to wearing modern styles and expirmented till he found something he liked almost as soon as he could afford to. The others had all been varying degrees of stubborn but followed his example eventually. John put time into his appearence, they all tended to of course but John seemed to enjoy it. He kept his wardrobe ordered and his hair was always perfectly done. It was unfair, especially the things it did for Ben. John was currently bending over to reach into the cabinets and Ben thanked clothing designers for skinny jeans. He had thought perhaps clothing that showed off butts and thighs had gone out of style with what most men walked around. It was luckily not the case as John had proved. Sometimes Ben wondered if John thought he was a slob in his sweatshirts and jeans. They were comfortable though at the very least, especially since he generally worked from the apartment. John stood up, placing the cereal he'd dug out of the cabinet on the counter and then reached up, trying to grab one of their last few clean bowls from the top shelf, shirt riding up as he did so. Ben knew if he'd had a frontal view, there would be slim pale hips peeking out over his jeans right now. Absolutely none of this was helping the morning boner that he'd carefully concealed beneath his laptop. Although he hadn't actually booted up his laptop yet and the cold metal was helping slightly. Ben closed his eyes and tried to think about something else. Hamilton. Oh yes that certianly did a lot to kill the boner. It wasn't that Alexander was bad looking but thinking back on Alexander the man was a pretty easy way to do it. The moping and mood swings mainly did it for him. "Ben." "Mhm." "Benjamin." Ben's eyes snapped open and John was standing at the counter facing him, one hand on his hip. "Sorry, yes?" "I need your help." John huffed and motioned to the bowls on the highest shelf. "Please." Ben stood, setting his laptop aside and strode over. John stepped aside to the bit so Ben could get to the cabinet and he snuck an arm around John's waist as he reached up. He grabbed the bowl and offered it to John, who was now trapped between Ben, the counter, and Ben's arm. John raised a skeptically eyebrow. "What do you want Ben?" "What time do you work at?" "My shift is this evening, why?" He took the bowl, ducked out under Ben's arm and started pouring his cereal at the island. Ben followed him, placing his hands on John's hips. "I'm just...wondering." John seemed entirely unaffected. "Alright." "John." Ben affected a slight wheedling into his voice and dropped his head slightly, brushing his nose into John's hair. "What do you want Ben?" "You look really nice today." "Thank you." Ah, there was John's pride getting into his tone and Ben grinned from behind him. "But seriously." His smile dropped for a moment before returning. He didn't say anything, just lowered his head to suck and bite gently just below where the collar of John's shirt would cover. John melted back against him. "Oh for goodness sake Ben." Ben continued working at his neck and John turned in his arms, letting Ben open up a few buttons of his shirt and bite at the junction of his neck and shoulder. John shoved him backwards against the counter, hand fisting on Ben's hoodie and pulling him in for a proper kiss. "What do you want Ben?" The question was entirely different this time and Ben grinned happily. He placed his hands on John's hips again and pulled him close, grinding their hips together and John moaned softly. "You have absolutely no self control." "I am well aware of that fact." A few more buttons popped open, giving Ben access to more of John's neck and chest and John stopped him quickly. "Ah. No. You want this you take your own shirt off." That order was eagerly followed, hoodie discarded to the floor and John rolled his eyes as Ben pulled him closer by the hips again. He tangled a hand in John's hair and tugged gently, guiding John to lean up for a proper kiss, hot and heavy. "Oh my god!" That was Hamilton's voice and Ben didn't allow John to step away but he did let them stop the kiss. Hamilton was glaring, arms crossed over his chest. Behind him stood Washington, eyebrow raised skeptically. "We share this kitchen. Keep your activities to the bedroom please." With that Washington left, a fiery blush appearing across John's cheeks. Hamilton still stood there, appraising and Ben lifted John over his shoulder, fireman style and headed toward the bedroom. "You planning on watching Hamilton? Haven't gotten some in so long you need a show?" Hamilton looked about to yell a retort when Ben swung the door shut behind him, tossing John on the bed. John sat up immediatley, grabbing Ben by the waistband and pulling him onto the bed, ending up over top of him. His shirt was shed quickly and John straddled him, eyes narrowed. Ben grinned in victory. John could take some convincing to move into anything slightly more heavy than their usual interactions but once he was passed the tipping point, he was there for good. John drew his hands over Ben's hip bones and he bucked slightly, encouragingly. That was when the door slammed open, a hoodie was tossed onto John's head and Ben caught sight of Madison before the door was slammed closed. There was a long pause during which Ben tried to stifle his laughter and then John gingerly lifted the hoodie off his head and set it on the floor. "Ben..." There was a few half-stifled giggles that slipped out and John's hands dipped beneath his waistband, effectively cutting off the laughter with a breathy moan. "Shut up." Ben didn't respond, only surged up for a kiss and fell back on the bed with a grin.

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Part 2 of my wildly inaccurate Turn fic involving Washington/Hewlett. I'm sorry (for sharing it with you all and making you read it not writing it). "Why did you allow him out of bed?" Washington's commanding voice was loud and Edmund woke suddenly, startled. "I'm sorry sir. He insisted. I thought you wouldn't want me to let him go alone." "I wanted you to make sure he was resting and comfortable. What if he had ripped those stitches?" "I...I..." "At the very least you could have sent for myself or someone." "General." Hewlett murmured softly Washington was at his side instantly, making sure he was well situated. "I insisted on returning to Whitehall. Had Billy not assisted me I would have gone alone." Washington tsked but his anger seemed to soften. "You shouldn't be getting out of bed Major." Hewlett shrugged. "I did not want to cause a burden for Mrs. Strong. I do hope you have not had Billy attending me this entire time." "It wasn't a problem sir." Billy spoke up, hands held behind his back from the other side of the room. Washington looked over to Billy. "Give us some privacy please." "Yes sir." Billy headed out and Washington pulled up a chair to the bedside. Hewlett raised an eyebrow. "I have to thank you, for saving my life. The ball hit your right side and would have struck me in the lower chest, causing major damage at the least. It could have done the same to you if you had moved one more step to the side." Washington sighed and shook his head. "Thank you, Major. I would have died if you hadn't been as brave as you were." Edmund huffed a half laugh and winced as it caused pain to spread across his chest. "It was an instinct. I may not have exprienced as many battles as most but somethings appear to not need that." Washington touched Edmund's shoulder gently, fingers light and hesitant. "Can I get something for you?" "No, no I'm fine. I should probably avoid laughing for a while." Edmund reached up and patted Washington's hand gently, smiling. Washington seemed a little bit uncomfortable and Hewlett dropped his hand then, letting Washington pull away. "You seem less traumatized by this near death exprience than I expected." Edmund shrugged slightly with one shoulder, careful not the reignite the pain in his ribs. "Ever since my time as a prisoner with your men I've known my life was at risk constantly. In fact I feel a weight off my shoulders not having to sneak around and do my best to get information to you before it was useless." "The job you did for us required an immense amount of bravery and skill and I have no way to properly thank you for that."  Washington rubbed at his face tiredly. "I also cannot possibly apologize enough for what happened at our camp. Captain Tallmadge told me the overview of your ordeal, had I known..." Hewlett waved off the apology. "You didn't. And considering what Simcoe did, if I was your men, I might have reacted the same, despite how I would like to say otherwise. The only souvenir is a limp, nothing more. Nothing to be concerned about." Washington's eyes widened. "A...a limp? I'm sorry, Tallmadge must have left something out." Edmund's eyes widened in return. "Oh it...frostbite. I had to cut off three of my toes. That's all." Washington looked extremely concerned and he shook his head once. "Tallmadge didn't inform me of that. I'm sorry it happened and for any inconvenience and pain caused." "I am fine, really General." Edmund sighed back into the pillows. "I seem to get around just fine anyways." "That said you shouldn't be getting around anywhere for a while." Washington's tone was final and commanding and Hewlett raised a skeptically eyebrow. "I don't believe you happen to be my commanding officer General, surrender or not." The was snark to his tone and Washington seemed suprised and his eyes took on a bit of a twinkle. "Should I post a guard outside you door to forcibly send you back to bed?" "I'm not sure what good that would do considering I can move around the room." Washington leaned closer, enough that Hewlett could fully admire his eyes. "If so needed I will personally see that you remain on bed rest." Edmund opened his mouth to speak and Washington pulled away rapidly, chair scrapping against the floor. "I'm sorry, that was, I-" He whirled around and his coat swirled as Washington nearly charged out the door. "I'm certian I wouldn't mind that too much." /// Washington paced the length of the hallway as Billy stood at Hewlett's door, leaning against the wall as he waited. "I can't do this." Billy didn't say anything, just watched. Washington would come to his senses given a few minutes. He would realize that he had put a lot of work into his plan, that he had gotten the house cleared for a reason and it would wasteful not to use that opportunity, and that even if things didn't go in the direction he wanted, Hewlett would enjoy himself and be pleased. They would have to move on soon, Washington couldn't stay at Hewlett's side forever and he knew that. "I suppose you're laughing at me." "No sir." But there was a smug, haughty note to it. Martha would laugh about this. She always encouraged George to find someone to spend his time with so she didn't feel guilty about spending time away from him. Perhaps he'd write to her about, Washington would certianly gloss over this part in his own letters. "I have to do this. I can't dissapoint him. I can't dissapoint myself." Washington stopped, straightened up and brushed himself down. He looked to Billy for affirmation that he was presentable. "You look great sir." Washington have a half distracted nod. "Thank you Billy. If you could please go double check the veranda...?" "I'll give you privacy after that sir." Billy left and Washington stepped up to Hewlett's door, rapping on it and then wincing at the harsh noise. "Come in." Washington opened the door silently, stepping just inside the threshold. "I hope I didn't wake you Major." "Not at all." Hewlett waved him over to a seat. He was sitting up in a bed, a writing desk on his lap and he set the quill to the side. "Is there something I can help you with General?" "Not particularly. I had...come to ask your...accompaniment if you felt up to it." Hewlett's expression brightened considerably. "It would please me greatly to get out of this wretched bed General. I'll have to ask your assistance in getting dressed I'm afraid." Washington only nodded absently and then remembered to speak. "I wouldn't mind at all." George was exceedingly carefully of Hewlett's injuries as he helped him dress. The Major could hardly lift his arm without the bullet wound high on his chest causing him pain and he favored his injured foot to a degree. He seemed able to use it but not without some measure of pain or stiffness. Billy had cleaned and shined the cane while Hewlett was bed ridden and he leaned on it heavily. Washington put a hand against the small of his back, staying against Hewlett's right side so he could support him a little. Hewlett made a softly pleased sound in the back of his throat and Washington didn't speak as they went down the stairs until they'd almost reached the veranda. "You spoke of the stars with a suprising amount of clarity when the surgeon was operating, though I doubt you remember it clearly. I asked around and although I was told the light pollution would be more substantial this close to the house I thought..." He shrugged and motioned to the veranda which had been set up for a Hewlett's comfort. There were pillows and furs set into the corner, a small, portable wood stove alright alight nearby. On top a tray of food, kept warm by the stove and a bottle of wine with two glasses by the furs. Hewlett didn't make a sound for a minute besides a small gasp and his free hand went to his throat. "Thank you." His voice was achingly grateful. Washington motioned to the furs. "Would you like to...?" "Please." Hewlett seemed less concerned with Washington's fussing as his eyes stayed on the sky, stars beginning to come out in full as the only bit of sun left was a purple glow on the horizon. "This is wonderful. Thank you for this." "I should admit to you that my intentions are a little more selfish than I should like." Washington waited for permission to sit next to Hewlett, drawing a bear fur over both of them and then wrapping another around their shoulders. Hewlett took his eyes off the stars finally, looking to Washington. "Oh?" His dark eyes were imploring and Washington swallowed hard. "I enjoy the time spent with you and I wished to have your company to myself as much as possible before I depart. I had also...noted your restless and thought that perhaps there was something I could do to make you feel...happy." Hewlett looked away, a blush blazing across his pale cheeks and a smile twitching at his lips. "I greatly enjoy our time together as well General, I only wish it was not always spent with myself in bed." "It pains my heart to see you hurt Major. And I often think to the fact that you could have died and I may never have gotten the chance to meet you. I would rather sit at your bedside than be standing over your grave." "Edmund. My name is Edmund." Hewlett's voice was a low whisper and he caught Washington's eyes for a long moment before looking back to the stars. There was a charge in his expression and Washington wanted to act on it, to be given permission. "Edmund. Call me George please." Washington didn't turn his eyes away from Hewlett and the man gestured to a star. "I believe we may be too far away in rank for that. You were right about the light pollution but it is nice to at least be able to see the North star again. Standing at the window is...too difficult at the moment and I can hardly see anything." "We are of different armies. And I would be lying of I said that I did not want you to call me by my first name." Washington located the one he was pointing at as the brightest star. "I did not want to take you too far from the house in case something happened." "Don't apologize, George, this is wonderful enough." The way his name casually left Hewlett's mouth sounded nice and George chewed on his lip. "You must have coordinated this well to have the others out of the house." "I asked a few for a favour, explained the situation to others. I thought perhaps otherwise we may not get out the door before it got too cold." Hewlett laughed and when it was followed by a bitten back wince George remembered the wine and poured them both some. Edmund took it, sipping contemplatively. "You would be correct." "I asked a few of your men and a few of my own if they knew anything about stargazing. Your men seemed to learn everything they knew from you. I'm sorry that this isn't as nice as what you're used to." "Nonsense. What did I say about apologizing? This is perfect. If you are still here when I'm healed enough I'll take you out to really see the stars." Edmund spoke and then his expression became worried. "That is, if you'd, I mean-" "I'd love to." A silence fell over them and George broke it after a minute. "Would you like something to eat?" "Please." Edmund began to stand and Washington motioned him to stay seated, standing and returning with a plate of food. He wasn't entirely certian what Billy had gotten the cook to prepare for them but Edmund didn't seem the least bit concerned by that. He offered the plate to Washington and they ended up holding it between them, eating quietly. When they finished George poured them each the last of the wine and wrapped an arm around Edmund slowly. The man seemed non-plussed by it and leaned into Washington's side. They sat together for a much longer time than George had expected before Hewlett spoke softly. "It's getting late, I'm sure the others will be returning to go to bed soon." There was truth to the words and Washington sighed. "May I walk you back to your room?" "Yes." Hewlett smiled slightly, letting George help him to his feet with a soft grunt. "Thank you." George said nothing, once again taking Edmund's injured side and handing him the cane. He walked him back inside the house and the stairs were slow but Washington felt better having Hewlett using him for support instead of trying to go on his own. They reached Hewlett's room snd George hesitated before letting him go. "Good night Edmund." "Good night George." Hewlett reached out, taking George's hand and squeezing gently. "Thank you for everything." He shut the door behind him gently.

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Part 1 of a little five thing I started writing for TURN: Washington's Spies where something different happens to Hewlett after Providence and he joins the Culper spy ring because honestly I just want him to have protection for Simcoe at this point. Then things happen and now there's Washington/Hewlett and I'm not sorry. Takes place during a not actual time in history where he surrenders Setauket to Washington. I have no explination, please ignore the historical inaccuracies, it was just written for the hell of it. /// Major Edmund Hewlett stepped out into the field, limping again and using the cane for balance. He didn't use it often, hated using it in fact. Ben had said it made him look distinguished which had made him preen until Caleb said it made him look old. But he'd gotten very little sleep in the past two weeks and the cold was setting in again which meant his foot was stiffening up and the pain was returning. Across the field he could feel Ben's concerned eyes on him. Caleb was fidgety, which meant he was equally concerned. His men would surrender and join or become prisoners of war. It was a choice they each had and he'd discussed it with them previously. Most wanted to join. The continental army was winning and providing stability and many had formed roots in Setauket and the surrounding area. Washington met him halfway, his grim expression holding the briefest of smiles. This was the first time Edmund had ever seen him in person and he was as imposing as he'd been told. There was a bit of pride welling in his chest at the fact that Washington actually smiled at him. "Major Hewlett. It's good to finally meet you in person and an honour to make your acquintance." "And you as well General." Hewlett offered a hand with a small bow and that was when the gunshot rang out. He may not have been exprienced in combat but Hewlett moved to cover Washington, pushing him down. Pain blossomed in his side and Hewlett hit the ground hard, gasping for air. "Hewlett!" Ben sounded terrified and Edmund tried to stand, reaching for his side as the pain became intense, and he stumbled over his own feet. There was yelling from his soldiers side of the field and a strong hand pulled him up by the back of his coat like cat lifting her kitten, ushering him to the opposite side. Another gunshot rang out in the same instant and Hewlett heard the ball strike the ground to his left. Caleb charged past him with three young men following, one taking strides that would soon put him past Caleb. Edmund tried to join them but the man supporting him, Washington he realized now, refused to let go. He had to make sure his men were okay. Whoever had tried to shoot Washington had be dealt with and- He didn't realize he was speaking out loud until Washington spoke. "We'll deal with your men. Stop struggling. Let us handle this for you." Washington was holding him up carefully against his larger frame, one large hand putting pressure on the bullet wound as softly as possible. He was an imposing, protective presence. "Form a barrier, now! Work with the Major's men and find the shooter." Within moment the Patriots who had already covered their retreat were taking up combat positions around them. Ben and a young black man were shoving their way through, Ben's eyes wide. "Hewlett!" "I'm fine, I'll be fine." The words were coming hard and heavy and Washington guided Edmund to lean against his strong frame. "Billy, get a surgeon, and if you find Mulligan first, send him here." Ben knelt beside Edmund. "You need to put more pressure on the wound sir." Washington seemed to take a moment to realize Ben was speaking to him before doing just that as Ben searched through his bag for anything to use to stem the bleeding. Edmund felt himself watching the proceedings without feeling a part of them until Washington was really gripping the wound. He cried out in pain then, mind brought back to reality. "Major I-" "What's going on? Just....just tell me what going on." Edmund shuddered as Ben slipped some cloth between his chest and Washington's hand. "Hamilton!" One of the men Edmund had seen charge past him with Caleb came running at the call. "Yes sir!" "What's happening?" Washington didn't know either. Which mean he'd ignored his command to tend to Hewlett. Edmund hoped their second in commands were working together in their absence. "Someone came up behind Hewlett's men, Rangers it looks like. Some have already been arrested, we're working with the redcoats to give chase for the rest." Edmund and Ben shared a look and Edmund ground out. "Simcoe." Ben was on his feet in moments. "I'll see if we have him. If we do, I'll kill him before I let him get away." Ben traded places with a young man that Washington seemed relieved to see. "Sir. If you could remove your hands please." Washington did as instructed and the young man inspected the wound gently. "Bleeding's slowing down, it was smart of you to get pressure on it immediately. We'd best get him inside and to a surgeon though." The man created a quick field dressing and suddenly Edmund was being lifted off his feet by strong arms. The young man, Mulligan he thought he heard Washington call him, followed at a trot. "Hewlett, where can we take you?" "Mrs. Strong's Tavern is closest." Edmund ground out slowly and Washington looked down at him, jaw set grimly and eyes appearing soft and concerned. Perhaps he was dying, Washington didn't seem like the type to let that sort of emotion into his eyes. Anna gasped as they crossed the threshold. "Major Hewlett!" "I'm alright, really." Edmund found himself being forced to settle into a chair and Mulligan encouraged him to lean back as far as possible so he could place more pressure on the still bleeding gunshot wound. "Excuse my manners Ma'am but you wouldn't happen to have rum would you?" Mulligan looked over at her and Anna nodded quickly. "Of course, of course." Anna went to the back and Washington hovered over him, a supporting hand on Edmund's back. Anna came back with the rum and Hewlett used his left hand to take it and drained some of it. "Thank you Mrs. Strong." "Anything you need Major." Anna stepped away but not far. Edmund looked up to Washington and managed a tight smile and a nod, breath still hard to come by. Washington was still watching him with a desperate gaze, Edmund wondered if there was something he knew that he hadn't shared. It didn't matter he thought immediately after that. He was alive, that was what mattered. And his men appeared to be working well with the Patriots. The young man Washington had called Billy came in the door with long strides, one of Hewlett's own men following along behind. "Major. Are you...?" "I'll be fine, thank you." The Sergeant pushed passed Washington politely and pulled up a chair. Mulligan stepped away. "If you could remove your jacket please Major." Washington did it for him, manouvering Hewlett's arms through the sleeves and then helping him divest himself of most of his upper uniform. The Sergeant carefully peeled away the field dressing, examining the injury with gentle hands. "It looks like the ball passed through but I want you be certian it didn't lodge into your rib. Mrs. Strong, could we commandeer a back room of yours?" "Of course." Anna nodded and the Sergeant helped Edmund up, Washington taking his other side as he limped to the back room and was forced to settle back on a bed. His breath felt shallower on his back and the Sergeant noticed immediately. "We need to sit him a bit. Breath should come easier after that." He didn't have to do anything as he was sitting up against a stack of pillows before he could register it. Looking to Washington, he became very aware that his blood was splattered all over the General's uniform. Washington took his hand gently. "Major, I would greatly appreciate if you could talk to me through this." Hewlett managed a small nod as the Sergeant set to work on his chest, a knife making a small slice efficiently. He grimaced and started speaking. Edmund wasn't quite sure what he was talking about but he was speaking and Washington was listening. All he remembered before falling unconcious was Washington giving his hand a firm squeeze and telling him to rest. /// Edmund didn't open his eyes right away, trying to focus on events in the correct order. The fall was colder than usual, which explained the stiffness in his foot. He'd struck a treaty with Washington, which explained why he didn't feel that pressure on him caused by sneaking around. He'd been shot. Yes, that had certianly happened judging by the pain in his chest. He'd fallen unconcious in Anna's Tavern hadn't he? And probably left blood all over the floor, that poor woman didn't need to deal with that too. He opened his eyes then, taking in his surroundings. This was still Anna's Tavern, that he could piece together and a man was sitting at his bedside. "You're awake...sir." The man sounded relieved and Edmund's brow furrowed. "I'm sorry I don't...have we met?" He wasn't sure what to say when the man was this familiar but he couldn't remember a name to the face. "Billy Lee sir. We were never introduced properly. General Washington asked me to stay with you when he had to leave." Billy stood and poured out rum from a jug. He helped Edmund sit up and drink some of it. "Thank you Mr. Lee." "Oh, no, just Billy sir. I just have the Lee's last name is all. Do you need anything?" "No, but if you could help me make my way back to Whitehall I would greatly appreciate it." Edmund sat up fully and winced. Billy was at his side immediately. "I'm not sure you should be out of bed yet sir." "I know. But I'll feel better not being a burden to Mrs. Strong." Edmund moved gingerly to his feet and Billy supported his weak side. "I'm sure I can make my way on my own. Done it before." "General Washington asked me to stay with you sir, so I will." Billy took most of his weight and they walked slowly, Edmund very glad when the man helped him put his jacket and a shirt on. They slipped out the back door, Anna elsewhere obviously and Edmund directed Billy to Whitehall. There were voices from the main room and Edmund recognized them as Richard, Washington and Ben as well as some others and Billy gave him a questioning look. Hewlett shook his head, motioning to the stairs then and it was slow going but he sighed in relief as Billy helped him settle into his own bed. "I do hope you won't get in trouble for this." Billy shrugged as he urged Edmund to relax. "It's aright." "Explain to Washington that it was my orders and I would have left on my own if you hadn't accompanied me. Thank you Billy." "Not a problem sir." Edmund's eyes closed slowly, exhausted from just the short walk back. It had been that way last winter too, only he had managed to limp to the Tavern and back that time. Obviously this wound was a bit more serious than frostbitten toes. He heard Billy sit down in an arm chair and let himself fall asleep.

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IMA: The Obligatory Coffee Shop AU

Part 10

John was laying across the couch, a cold cloth pressed against his as per Ben’s fussing when Ben saw it.

George had left after hearing what had happened, taking Hewlett with him. Hewlett had managed to say hello to Ben before leaving as they shared a few science classes and sort of knew each other and seemed concerned about John but George had whisked him out anyways. Thomas had been sent home at James’ quiet request, hoping to avoid another confrontation between him and Hamilton. John had added in a request to feed Satan as he left.

And then Alex had left next, winking at James as he headed out the door on his way to coffee date with Laurens and Ben started making connections mentally. He looked back at John, who he was pretty sure was napping at this point, he’d given him painkillers earlier and that had seemed to make him sleepy. Which was good, with the time to pay attention to him, Ben had noted the bags beneath John’s eyes again like he had at their first meeting. They seemed to be there often enough, and Ben could only wonder who got more sleep, him or Hamilton.

Ben stood up off the couch, ruffling John’s hair gently who muttered sleepily at him and then turned his attention to the only other person in the room. “James.”

James turned, looking up with an innocently questioning expression. “Yes?”

“Can we talk? I have a question for you.”

“Ya of course.” James followed Benjamin into the kitchen and sat on top of the kitchen table. “What is it?”

“Did you purposely let John get punched in the face?” He fired the question point blank as he leaned against the island, teeth gritted slightly.

James blinked several times. “How would I have known John would get punched?”

“Do not play that card with me, we both know about your abilities. I saw Alex wink at you. You might as well explain yourself.” Ben crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m going to request a sidebar with my client.”

“You are your client and this is isn’t court and also you aren’t Hamilton or a law student for that matter. Answer the question. Did you know John was going to get punched and not stop it?” Ben gave an exasperated sigh and James only bit his lip to stop a smile and his eyes twinkled. “James…”

“YOLO.”

“James! That isn’t an answer and you know it. And the very least was Thomas supposed to get punched or was it supposed to be John all along?”

“Ya I can’t answer that either. The future is flexible Ben. We tested that scientifically because you wanted to.”

“You’re avoiding the question. So John then.” Ben closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “James, he could’ve gotten a concussion.”

“That was a risk I was willing to take.” James gave him a sly grin and Ben mentally counted to ten.

“We talked about this! It’s just like you and Hamilton using your foresight to gamble. It’s not ethical. You know better than that.”

“Okay, first of all, that was to pay of student loans.” James stood up to argue and Ben cut him off.

“The second time yes. The first time?”

“Look if Hamilton can take advantage of me for his own plans when I’m sick then I can take advantage of my own abilities.” James huffed and looked up at Ben with the puppy eyes that were nearly impossible to resist.

Ben held his stare for a second and then threw his hands in the air. “We will talk about this later, do you hear me?”

“Yes sir.” James grin again and threw a mocking salute before heading to the door, leaving Ben and John alone.