We love the founding fathers. We also love a majority of historical figures. So what are we going to do? Ship the hell out of them. SHIP THE HELL OUT OF THEM!!! YESSSSS!!! Love that for us, right? Can't wait to make some ✨Disturbing things✨…
These writings are a challenge hosted by my friend @Tolkien_Vibes11 / @RevWritingS!As the title suggests, it's the ship between Benjamin Tallmadge and Nathan Hale!I've been meaning to write this ship, so hopefully, it is worth the read!Starting September 16!…
So, I wanted to make one of these... To take and make it feel as if the reactions are more accurate. As in, the actual historical figures will be reacting! So, this should be fun!…
Here- I'm comparing character heights so you won't have to. So, have fun!Site I used: https://www.mrinitialman.com/OddsEnds/Sizes/sizes.htmlEnjoy :>…
The ground shook all at once- the activity and small tremors all making sense. The nearby mountain had erupted into smoke a while before, and now piles of ash jeopardize the lives of those beneath. The shaking was now violent. I buried my face into his chest, and I tugged my arms to my chest. I could feel the very Earth falling beneath us. "Close your eyes," his voice sounded."They're closed.""Alright," his hands found their way into my hair. I took a deep breath, the suffocating smell of ash becoming painful. "What now?" "Does it feel like nothing has changed?"---Pompeii was once a thriving and sophisticated Roman city. The city was buried under meters of ash and pumice after the catastrophic eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 A.D.This is a dramatic retelling of the embracing couple found in the mighty city's rubble.…
Birthday request for @galxcticslxt!I'm so sorry that this is coming in a day late. Hopefully, it's worth the read!'Alexander's brows furrowed, and he glared up at Thomas. "Why would you?" He scuffed. "A Democratic-Republican sitting with a Federalist doesn't seem part of your agenda, Mr. Jefferson."There was a few moments of silence before the Virginian man moved to take a seat. "Truly, politics never quite mattered. Especially behind closed doors."Hamilton hummed quietly, looking to the floor. Thomas has been the only person who offered to sit beside him in a while. It was quite the assumption; the sex scandal was. Of course, everyone has their reasons for unspeaking acts. People cheat, lie, and steal to get what they want and repent later when they have it. How was he much different?"It's odd not hearing you talk, Alexander," the Virginian teased. Alexander chuckled a bit, turning to Thomas.'…
(BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR @HAMILTON42)John Laurens walks into a coffee shop one, stumbling clumsily to get his pay for the cashier when he catches eye of a stranger who sat in the corner of the shop, writing lord knows what. Intrigued, he receives his coffee, and approaches the stranger to get his name. ..."Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton. It's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance."…
A birthday present for my friend: @gracious_kittenThey requested I write a fic for their birthday, so I obviously started early. Kinda Slowburn but it's going to be worth it ;)Plot: Aides Laurens and Hamilton are obviously quite known for their romantic affairs, but had it truly ever been just them? Lafayette had most certainly been a part of their relationship, but had they all been pining for another? The older, more stern, General? Had they all been yearning for George Washington.Started: Friday, September 24, 2021Finished by: February 11, 2022…
'I have seen it all, but no one will ever tell my story.That thought was scary. Being alone in Death is not a soldier's fate, but being forgotten will always be a risk. I know all these men's stories, but I am beneath such a force of nature, one too strong for any man to fight. There I am preserved.That brought a smile to my face. One day, hopefully, someone will find me, and they will tell my story."That's right."I glanced up, seeing a kind man. He offered me a hand, and I took it firmly, moving to my feet. I got a better look at him now.He was a soldier, decorated highly with medals. He wasn't much older than I was, maybe twenty-five, and had kind, dark eyes. I smiled, unable to help myself."What's your name?""That's not important. All I need to know is the story you want the world to hear one day. You've been helpful to so many men that have died, and you've let them tell their stories. You should tell yours, Soldier of Heaven."'…
Thomas Jefferson/John Adams (though it's written in a different style than most of my other short stories-... To better match Jefferson's personality).Spoilers for various Shakespearean plays- so... my apologies. 'I trod the ground, wandering past the signs of civilization, of society. A pleasure to adjust from, fools aplenty. Philadelphia is a town of ignorant persons, that is true, fortunate I do not hold relation or mindset of any.I gazed ahead, my footsteps not sounding alone on the Earth. I wasn't alone but accompanied by a dear friend. "Mr. Adams," I spoke aloud, signaling the male's attention."Yes, Mr. Jefferson?""I know I said I'd take you somewhere nice, away from the ruckus of Congress, and I know that this isn't quite your Bostonian home, but if I recollect I do believe there is a lovely Sycamore not too far into these woods.""Is that so?"'…
'I stared to the sky, full and flush above me. The moon's pale light shone down with kisses, reminding me that I am whole. Her light danced through the canopies of lonely trees, letting them spring into importance, their songs for recognition heard and brought to life. It was a peaceful night. The chirp of crickets brought together the melody sung by the trees and wind, but the moon's light gave the show life. I glanced over, watching his chest rise and fall with ease. His green eyes seemed lost in the sky, as if he was there along the stars.I can see him there too. His beauty amongst the wide open space, dancing with the stars. They would spin him into a waltz that would last for all eternities, dip him into a sweet moon-kissed puddle, let him see how truly beautiful he is.'…
Near 2,800 years ago, Hasanlu, during its final destruction, was burned to the ground. Many people died, but this story is based around two in particular. Two men, buried alive in ash, sharing a final kiss in their moments alive. The Hasanlu lovers.…
C/W:Mentions of dueling, blood, and death.'The sun was just beginning to rise, lighting up around us. I looked to William, searching to see if he had come to some for of agreement with Mr. Pendleton, but to no avail, they both seemed to be growing more agitated, and far more violent with their words. I grew nervous, staring at the man before me. Alexander.Now, getting a good look at the man's features, I almost pitied him. Stress and age had taken tole of him, a once fiery hair had faded and greyed, some strands appearing white. His skin wrinkled, and he appeared to be much more tired than he usually was. What happened to the man that he once knew? The one that, in the face of conflict, chose to fight? This wasn't Alexander. Conflicted emotions now ate at me. What did the man have to lose? What hasn't he lost? And what has he taken from me that insists he should be killed so I can defend my honor. I pondered deeper. He had lost his son in the same way- back almost three years ago. These were the same guns Philip Hamilton had fought and died with. I shook my head, almost pitying Alexander. Losing his boy in such a way. Why would he even come out here and try to continue this fight?I examined the pistol I held. An English made Wogdon, Hamilton held a Barton flintlock smoothbore. It's strange that he chose these guns when many aspects would disqualify them from use during dueling. They both hold a conceal set triggers, but weighted bronze fore-ends, adjustable front and rear sights, and a 54. Caliber bore. These were not some simple dueling pistols, but pistols made to inflict, and fully kill the opposing.Was Alexander actually in this to win?I pondered the question over and over. Why won't my mind let this subside?'…
Hints to suicide (lover's suicide)(there isn't actually any); death'I held his hands firmly in my own, almost afraid if I made the wrong move. His eyes sparkled in interest, and I smiled, almost painfully. "Don't we know better than this?" I sparked the question. His brow furrowed, but he soon relaxed."Come now, a dance shall not hurt you." He spoke in a lower tone. I nodded, spinning him into a waltz. What started slow, grew into a quicker paced dance, both of us spinning.We both found ourselves laughing, dancing with one another on this high peak. I can't remember the last time I felt so safe- I felt so free. I spun him, dipping him, earning a giggle. He pushed some red hair from his line of vision, and I sat him easily onto the rocks below us, walking to the edge, hoping to get a good look below. We were high up, and only one thought would eat at my mind.Jump, jump with him. Be free.I looked back to Alexander. "... I've been meaning to ask.""Yes, Jack?"I took a step closer to the edge, a smile on my lips. "If I let go... Would you hold on to me? Would... Could we fly?" I suggested, looking to the moon. I reach to it, as if cradling it in my hand. Up there, I imagine, I could be free to be who I am. If only I could walk the light that she shines down- walk to the place I so desire."What do you mean-?""Perhaps it's safer to say that we tried." I whispered, retracting my hand. He was now standing before me. I could see the tears in his eyes, but I knew that he was scared. We had brought this idea up multiple times before. So tired of being repressed- so scared to be who we are. Not anymore. Not no longer. It was to be he and I...And he tackled me.I felt my weight shift, and we tumbled backwards, his arms wrapped firmly around my chest. We were free-falling, and by god, the fall seemed so slow.'…