C/W: Mentions of death 'I sat at my desk for hours, writing quick notes on a few pieces of paper. The night had been long, it seemed, though, I hadn't quite felt alone. I glance over my shoulder, feeling a looming presence, though I know not of who it may be. Staring at the corner of the tent for a long period of time, I came to the conclusion that no one was there. So I turned back to my writing. My eyelids have long since grown heavy as it approached the early hours of the morning, and I knew that soon, I'd end up falling asleep. Though, I can't help but feel as if someone drew closer. Turning, I saw a face of someone I hadn't seen in awhile. My heart sped up and I quickly stood, setting my quill down. It couldn't be him! It shouldn't be him. "N-Nate?" I breathed, backing promptly into my desk. "I believe I promised you one more talk before I went." The figure smiled, offering a hand to me. I smiled, the familiar face relaxing. "One more talk it will be..."'

The music was soft as everything came into view. The building, the beauty, the light. In the back of my mind, I knew what the song was, but I couldn't quite recall the name. It was a soft, somber melody that settled the land with ease, yet it allowed the spirits to dance. My stride all but slowed as I entered the chapel, beams of light filling my eyes as my focus remained on the ceiling. Vines had found their ways through the hollow points of the support, and the hugged the golden beams tightly, a breeze danced through the vines that grew from the ceiling beams, shattered pieces of stained glass laid around, but caused no harm to those who walked by. It felt almost enchanting. Gentle dust particles gently passed my view as I hurried down the small walkway that firmly divided the pews. Soft, red cushioned, pews. Though, it was the being before me was what had drawn me in. He was standing there, a smile on his lips, an inviting hand reaching for mine. His mouth opened, and the words that followed soon reach my ears, "Might I have this dance, my dear?"

TW: Depictions of hanging, and a description of the sorts, swearing, etc... If you are sensitive to either of these subjects, please refrain from reading. "I watched as his stern expression quivered and faltered; it was clear what was happening. It finally kicked in; the realization that he was going to die, that this was the end of it. I knew he was afraid; his blue eyes seemed to swell with tears as he shot a glance towards me. I felt my own body tense as they announced his crimes, announced his fate. That soft glance now felt haunting. This would be the last time I would see my Benny alive. And it's a shame he had to stand there, noose tight around his neck, and he had to watch as I tried not to let my composure break. I didn't want to look anymore, but then the lever was pulled, and his body dropped. I covered my mouth, and turned away. I couldn't bear to see him die like this." Okay, so in this AU, Benjamin Tallmadge is hung instead of Nathan Hale. I'm writing this to torture a friend- heheheheh- @/ spycraxtor_

(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."

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✨