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✨…
OKAY- Likely not gonna publish this, solely because it's Historical OCs that are being shipped together. These characters will belong to me, my friend @/spycxator_ on Instagram, and maybe a couple others. I'll be sure to mention them if so-…
As the title says, it's a June challenge... for my OTP OC ship. William Dalton X Johnson Morgan.…
This is a story about my OC, Johnson Morgan.Other OCs will make appearances, including @RevWritingS OC (William Dalton), and an abundance of mine.…
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!…
Now, this is historical fiction, some events and relations WILL be made up! For the most part, however, the events will be as accurate as possible. The Lewis and Clark Expedition but more in depth. Taking information from journal entries, I will be attempting to write about their expedition, and the men with in it. Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, two men with an urge to explore the great unknown. Two friends, and a small group of men working together to manifest a destiny that they all want, one that will lead Lewis and Clark to small, intimate moments, one that may not end as they have expected. This is the Lewis and Clark Expedition... retold.…
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.'…
I decided I wanted to play around with some poetry, because I'm simply a sucker for the art... So, here we go. I'm not too sure how often they'll be free-verse or other, but... hopefully they make sense.…
(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?"'…
Blame my friend- they made me ship Benjamin Tallmadge/John Laurens'I clutched his hand after a moment, slowly glancing to him, entranced by the way he stared to the sky. His eyes are pristine and blue, something so beautiful, something that is kind. It's like looking into a bay of water, one untouched for centuries by man. It's as if I'd drown if I stared much longer, but I simply could not turn away.Around us, flowers gracefully swayed in the wind, reaching out for their call to recognition. They, as many men have, cling to hope that one day, their voices will be heard and their songs will be sung. I smiled, gently plucking a smaller yellow flower, hidden away in the grasses."It's... nice..." His voice sounded, though he seemed almost far away."What is?""Laying here with you, Benjamin." He spoke softly. His eyes scanned my face now, and I flushed lightly. He is kind, considerably so, but... I know our time here is limited."It is... I couldn't ask for anyone better to spend my time with," I insisted, reaching over enough to graze my fingers through his honey-colored hair. "You... are easy to talk to... To spend time with." There was a smile that fell upon his lips. I chuckled softly, looking back ahead. Aside from the yellows, there was pinks, blues, and purples that flooded the fields in waves. It was perfect; no, beyond that... Heavenly.'…
'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.'…