#polyroyals au

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Any polyvessel wip snippets perchance???

This is a month where I've mainly been working on mt medieval au for Ghost, so let me seeeeeeeee

ah here, how about some polyroyals au

My Beloved son, Vessel, I know this is not the letter you'd' wish to receive. That you'd wish I could persist forever. Alas that is not our lot in life, we all must one day join Sleep in the eternal of her namesake. Remember that she will be your comfort in this. For the grief at my death will be felt throughout the kingdom. Our people will look to you for strength and guidance in this time. For you are now the foundation of our land. Others will tell you to separate the personal from what is your duty. I must impress, do not listen to them. Our monarchy has almost been decimated by lies, subterfuge, and hatred through the ages. Rely on your mother in these early days, for she is wiser than you know. Pick your consorts for their love and loyalty, to both crown and country. This will keep your rule strong. For you are now more than just Vessel. You are High King Vessel of Eden's Kingdom. You are the crown, and the crown is you. Vessel knows the letter by heart at this point. Has memorized the way his father's pen was unsteady. The illness causing his hand to shake. It was written on his deathbed to be given to Vessel upon his ascension from Prince to High King. For many month, almost a year, he read it everyday. Desperate for the comfort it brought. That was years ago, however. Now Vessel has his loves, II and IV. He could not ask for finer kings to aid his rule. To entrust to keep him grounded. So why does he feel like something is missing? It is a feeling that plagues him. That dogs his footsteps. A hole in his soul and heart that cannot seem to be filled. Any pleas he makes to Sleep merely receive the missive for him to wait in return. The concern is so great he sees fit to ask his mother for her advice during their daily luncheon. "I keep telling you," his mother insists. "You need another consort. A fourth king, to balance the scales." She is much older now, but still sharp as a whip and with a tongue to match. "Fore had no desire to be royalty," Vessel says. Scowling at the cup of tea on his saucer. "We've talked about this. I know you're still of sound mind." "Of course I am." Waving a hand she continues. "Sleep did not send Fore to you. Not the way she sent II and IV. You need whoever she picks next, why else would she say to wait?"

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Found In The Storm

Author: comp-lady

Fandom: TURN: Washington’s Spies, Hamilton

Pairing: Ben Tallmadge/George Washington/John Laurens/Alexander Hamilton/Lafayette, focus on Alex and Ben

Characters: Ben Tallmadge, Alexander Hamilton, Anna Strong

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

Notes: Mainly a Ben centric fic

Summary:

The gardens are always greener after it rains. Always a bit quieter, a bit more peaceful. King Benjamin goes on a walk in the gardens and find something unexpected.

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“You frustrate me more than anything in life- that’s how I know I really love you.” Any Alex pairing?

There was a learning curve for many of the Lords in the kingdom with King Alexander on the Dais. They were all so used to being the only one to speak. Now they must contend with the people under their holds being given a voice by the “commoner” on the throne. Who insists that they be allowed to plead their case without repercussions.

A severe oversight that King George wish he had rectified long ago.

Lord Jefferson is well into an impressive speech on the taxes that had been recently been levied on him. A choice made by Alexander, based on a petition sen to him by the farmers living in Jefferson’s hold. One of the same farmers stands just to the side, twisting their hat in their hands as they watch the proceedings.

“It is absurd that I should pay a tax to care for the debts of the peasants—”

“What debts?” King Alexander asks.

“I… apologies, Your Highness. What do you mean?”

King Alexander’s face twists at the disrespect and the members of the court bristle. Of all the Lords Jefferson never bothered to mask his disdain, but to use the wrong title for the King. This was a new low. The murmurs of the Court raise into a din.

“Enough!” With a single word King George silences the room. Not even the royal hounds make a sound. “As I understood it you came here to sir a grievance with choices made by the crown, Lord Jefferson. Should you continue to insult my husband and your king you’ll find that new taxes will be the least of your worries.”

“My apologies, You Majesties, I meant no disrespect.” Lord Jefferson hardly looked contrite, but as long he held his tongue it would do.

“Well,” King Alexander starts, leaning forward, “since you apparently need a reminder I will give you one. The people in you hold do not owe a debt to you, or to the crown. The reality is you seize their produce, livestock, and goods at your leisure for a service you do not provide.”

“My men protect them!” Jefferson blusters.

“Do they? Odd, because the Royal Dragoons never see them outside of the walls of Monticello.”

Lord Jefferson glowers at the young King, but smartly holds his tongue.

“The petition we received from those forced to suffer your hospitality did prompt the Crown to investigate. Did you think we would not? In light of the investigation and the petition the Crown decided to levy a tax upon you hold, the funds are dispersed amongst the people to compensate them for your glut.”

King Alexander sits a little straighter, eyed burning as he gazes down at Lord Jefferson. He continues, “and you should know all of this. As the crown did send you a missive explaining all of this. The Royal Courier confirmed that you received it.”

“Did you receive this missive?” King George asks.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“So you know how in that missive the Crown gave you the option to avoid taxes by reimbursing the farmers from here on out. And that you ignored it.” King Alexander chimes.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The words grind from Jefferson like gravel under a horses hoof.

“Well then,” Alexander crows, “I am not quite sure why you are here.”

No one is quite prepared for the resulting uproar Lord Jefferson causes.

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“Court was eventful today.”

“Eventful? Lord Jefferson was ready to haul you from the throne.”

Alex shrugs, shuffling his papers as he packs up his lap desk for the night. Servants bustling out of the bedroom to grant them privacy now that George is changed into his nightclothes.

“Not my fault he has no respect for the Crown. Besides, you wouldn’t have let him.”

“You’re right,” George sighs.

Alex smirks at him, “I know I am.”

George climbs onto the bed covering Alex’s body with his own. Capturing his lips in a deep kiss that has Alex arching up against him. Enjoying the way Alex pouts when he finally pulls away.

“You frustrate me more than anything in life- that’s how I know I really love you.”

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“the reason i am acting like a cat right now and why i’m sprawled across your lap is because i can’t remember the last time someone held me like this.” With alex?

King Washing— George goes still under Alex at those words, and for a moment he thinks he might have said something wrong. Might have offended his still-new husband just as he was finally warming to the older man.

The moment passes quickly enough, instead the king sets his book aside and wraps his arms around Alexander. Squeezing him tight and close. Alexander can’t help the way his throat goes tight, the way his breath shudders as George rubs a hand across his back.“I am sorry.”“It’s not like you could have done anything about it,” Alex sighs.

“Maybe, however you still deserved better.”

Tears burn Alexander’s eyes and he presses his face against George’s neck. Desperate not to make a sound. By the stars is it nice to have that vindication, and from the man decreed his husband too.

“Don’t let your advisors hear that,” he mumbles weakly

George only gives him another squeeze, “I think they’d survive.”

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so is this like an offshoot of spoils or something else b/c im interested either way

1) I am delighted that you’re interested!

2) Oh god no! Nothing to do with spoils at all!

Don’t get me wrong, I love Spoils and I long for the day that Bee can go back to writing it. George’s impending guilt in that verse gives me life. That verse entirely gives me life. Please bury me with it when I die.

This AU I’m writing for is something else, it is its own entity. Where Ben is a prince essentially sold off by his father to a neighboring kingdom to relieve some of the debts his father brought upon their kingdom. It’s going to have a heavy focus on Ben/Alex, especially at the beginning, while he adapts to his new life in this new family and kingdom. Along the way Ben gains more confidence, he gets a kitten, finds out that true family is not always related by blood, maybe there’s an insidious plot in the background? I don’t know yet. I’m figuring things out still. But it will be a ride.

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“Are you scared? Don’t be. ‘ll protect you from today onwards.” <-- Arranged marriage Benwash. Or like, for extra bonus points, arranged marriage with Washington and more than one partner (a polymarriage, for some kind of alliance or whatever).

Friendo, i think you spawned a monster

It was all for a good reason, Ben told himself. A recent war that took the life of his brother, an advisor running with a sizeable fortune from the treasury, all on top of several large debts to other kingdoms….

It made sense.

King Tallmadge sent a missive to their neighboring kingdom, asking for a large sum in payment for his remaining son’s hand in marriage. Asking for a fortune large enough to cover what had been stolen, to maybe cover one of the debts. King Washington, a man known for already having three husbands many years his junior. When Ben had voiced his concerns that he would be just another trophy added to the man’s collection his father had assured him that it would be for the best. That Ben could still pursue his religious studies while married to King Washington, that such a union would ensure the kingdom’s saftey upon his father’s death.

It made perfect sense.

That didnt stop Ben from throwing up three times during the carriage ride to King Washington’s castle, didnt stop the bitterness from festering in his burning throat, didn’t stop him crying into his pillow when they stopped at an inn for the night and Ben could see the towers of the castle that would be his new prison illuminated in the moonlight. Didn’t stop his hands from shaking now as he sat in King Washington’s personal parlor waiting to meet his betrothed.

The room was draped in gold and royal blue, above the ornate fireplace a huge portrait of the King flanked by his husbands, all of them done up in shades of blue and gold and the noble hounds that made King Washington’s heraldry. Not a sign of any of their own… as if their own hadn’t existed in the first place. It was so hard to picture this as his life, to never wear his families colors or the wolf that flew on his kingdom’s banners. He wondered if he would be forced to throw out anything that bore his house colors and heraldry, to get a new wardrobe and luggage and pretend that he was never a Tallmadge.

A slight scuffle at a door that leads further into the family wing of the castle jerks Ben from his thoughts. Unfamiliar voices hiss at each other, the thick wood of the door muffling any words long before they can reach Ben’s ear.

The door doesnt swing open violently, in fact it open rather slowly, just enough for a slim man clad in bright green and black to slip through. He still recoils into the cushions of the couch as if struck. The man approaches slowly, as if Ben were to be spooked into running if he moved too fast… not a suspicion that is too far from reality. He takes a seat on the couch, arms length away from Ben, and it strikes Ben.

He knows this man’s face.

A glance back up at the portrait confirms it; there he is, standing at King Washington’s right side with his hands resting onnhis husband’s shoulder. Serious in expression, but somehow bold at the same time.

“You are Prince Tallmadge, correct?”

Ben flinches, his own name becoming a reminder of everything that he is about to loose. “I am, though not for much longer I fear.”

The man cocks a brow and Ben pales, panic washing through him like the first freezing winds of winter. Making him scramble to babble out an apology as quickly as he can, try to repair any offense his bitterness may have caused before it reaches his betrothed’s ear and causes him to call off the wedding. That brings a fresh wave of panic at the thought of how his fathers would react at Ben ruining the deal.

“Prince Tallmadge! Please, calm yourself,” the young king says, moving closer and taking Ben’s hands in his. “Are you scared?”

Ben nods, griping the young Kings hands tighter.

“I can promise whatever horrors you are imagining won’t come to pass. King Washington is not a cruel man, but… I understand your fear. You are not the only one to be forced into a marriage with the king through unkind circumstances. You are scared, don’t be. I’ll protect you from this day on.“

As Ben goes to respond the door creaks open fully. Revealing King Washington himself, before Ben can even think to start panicking the young king squeezes his hands to get his attention. Silently asking if Ben wants him to stay with him. Ben nods.

“I see you’ve already met Alexander.”