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Title: From Devil’s Night to Halloween

Author: comp-lady

Fandom: TURN: Washington’s Spies

Pairing: Benedict Arnold/Benjamin Tallmadge, Benjamin Tallmadge/George Washington, Alexander Hamilton/Benjamin Tallmadge            

Characters: Ben Tallmadge, George Washington, Benedict Arnold, Alexander Hamilton, Eliza Schuyler

Disclaimer: I own nothing (except the OCs, those are mine) and am making no money

Notes: D/s AU. There is emotional abuse, physical abuse, and you do not have to squint too much to see sexual abuse. Also featuring belting/spanking. There is also some mild pet play at a Halloween party.

Summary:

How things can change, from one relationship to another. A glimpse into two different years, two different relationships, two different Halloweens.

halloweeeeeen fic

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[comp-lady]

“(Name)? We need to talk… There’s something I have to tell you. Or show you, I guess. Please don’t be mad. I would have never- I’m sorry. But it’s your name. It’s you.” Ben/Alex <3

Sorry this took so long!!

ONWARDS

“Alex? We need to talk… There’s something I have to tell you. Or show you, I guess. Please don’t be mad. I would have never- I’m sorry. But it’s your name. It’s you.”

The words fall out of Ben’s mouth in a rush and he buries his face in his hands. Unwilling to look up Alexander. Unwilling to bare his wrist for his friend to see.

Alex takes care of that by grabbing Ben’s wrist and shoving his sleeve up. Sucking air in through his teeth when he sees his name scrawled across Ben’s skin.

Alexander Hamilton.

Except Alexander Hamilton doesn’t have a soulsname. Everyone in the army knows this, it’s whispered about by even the lowest foot soldier. The way that Hamilton won’t hide the mark of shame only encourages them. Ben wishes he knew what it meant, that he carried his soulmates name, but that Alex didn’t. Wishes he knew what that meant for the future.

Hands twist into his jacket, hauling him across the table. Ink spills and papers go flying as Alex kisses him with all he has.