Lovers In The Morning Light
Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything. I tried to keep it clean & fluffy. If you see something that needs a warning, please let me know.
Word Count: 1918
Request: “Could you please write something for the TURN boys and what waking up next to them would be like, like tangled limbs, twirling their hair, trying to get each other out of bed but also not wanting to get up and go, just some really cute morning fluff.”
A/N: Oh boy, this request made me smile! I am ready for Turn Squad fluff. The title was taken from a song by the same name by Nate Maingard, you should check it out! It’ll put you in the mood for some cute morning fluff.
Once again, if you don’t see a Turn character you want/like, feel free to send in a request for that person.
A very special thank you to @thatadelemgal for always helping with ideas, you’re the best.
Song: Lovers In The Morning Light by Nate Maingard
Tag: @beautifulfound
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Benjamin Tallmadge
“This is how every morning should be.” You thought to yourself, as you lay in bed trying your best to fight off any motivation to get out of bed and start the day. You wanted to stay in this moment for as long as possible.
Between the warmth of the morning sun shining through the windows onto your bed, and the feeling of Benjamin curled against your back with his arm holding you tight against his chest, it was easy to give into the desire to abandon any and all plans to ever leave your bed.
“Come on, love. It’s time to wake up.” You said looking over your shoulder, trying to look at him. Ben groans in response and buries his face in the crook of your neck and holding you a little tighter.
You interlaced your fingers with Ben’s and brought his hand up to your lips and placed a kiss on the back of his hand, you could feel his smile on your skin. You let go of his hand as you try making a half hearted attempt at getting out of bed, for all your efforts Ben just pulls you back towards him and started placing kisses onto your neck and shoulder.
“Who says we have to get out bed today?” He asked as you rolled over to face him, you run your fingers through his hair and smile knowing you were able to wake up to his beautiful face each morning.
“Staying in bed all day does sound very tempting, but it might become a bit awkward and not to mention very crowded once Abe and Caleb come over.” You said as you buried your face in his chest.
“What if we pretend that we’re not home and just ignore them.” He pushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss on your forehead
“You truly think a locked door is going to stop Caleb?” You laughed.
“Fair point. What about a few more minutes?” He asked as you wrapped a leg around his waist and you rest your hand against the back of his neck, softly tracing shapes on his skin. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiles as he gently lifts your chin so that he can kiss you while he drapes his arm around you, pulling you in closer against him.
You smile as you feel your eyelids start to feel heavy, delighted with the fact the two of you were able to prolong this perfect morning even if only for a few more minutes. It’s not long before the quiet of the house and warmth of one another starts to ferry you off to sleep.
Caleb Brewster
Caleb woke up to the feeling of you nestled in his arms, your head upon his chest with your fingers absentmindedly stroking his cheek and beard and your leg draped across his legs.
He wasn’t sure where this strange morning habit of running your fingers through his beard came from nor could he remember exactly when it started, but he knew that whenever he felt the soft tips of your fingers on his face he felt safe and at home.
Caleb starts softly humming while running his fingers through your hair as you nuzzled your face against his chest. He began thinking of all the life choices and the things he experienced in the war that led him to be here in this moment with you in his arms. He feels you start to stir next to him.
“Hmmm…Did you sleep well?” You ask him, while you caress his cheek.
“Sorry, dove. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He leans in to kiss your forehead.
“Don’t be sorry, I am grateful for every morning that I am able to wake up next to you.” You squeeze him a little tighter. “Were you able to get any sleep last night?”
“Just a bit.” He quietly replies. You pull yourself away from him and sit with your back against the headboard of the bed.
“Come here, Caleb.” You beckon him, letting him rest his head in your lap. Once he’s comfortable you lean down, kissing his cheek as you start running your fingers through his hair and softly singing to him as he slowly falls asleep.
So deep in love as I But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love Till the stars fall from the sky my dear Till the stars fall from the sky
Alexander Hamilton
You awoke to find yourself laying on your side with Alexander’s face buried in your chest and your’s resting on the top of his head. His arms tightly wrapped around you, with one of your’s cradling him against you and the other tucked underneath your head.
No matter how the two of you went to bed the night before, whether happy and in love or silent and angrily turned away from each other; by the next morning your bodies would always end up tangled with one another. It felt like your bodies knew they belonged together and no amount of disagreements was going to keep them apart. Waking up in each other’s arms always made whatever petty argument the two of you had the night before fade away with the rising of the morning sun. Even in the few short months you had been together, you both quickly learned you both slept better with in each other’s arms.
The downside to being Alexander’s corresponding puzzle piece is that is was always pretty much impossible to slip out of bed unnoticed. You slowly try untangling yourself from him, careful not to wake him. Once you’re untangled, you attempt to gently roll him away from you. Alexander begins to wake up as you pull away from him.
“[Y/N]? What on earth are you doing?” He asks, his voice still laced with the grogginess of sleep.
“Shhh, it’s alright, love. Just go back to sleep, I’ll be right back.” You kiss his cheek before you move to sit at the edge of the bed, before you’re able to get out of bed you feel the bed dip as Alexander sits behind you, his arms wrap around your stomach. You can feel the warmth of his body against your back.
“You know I won’t be able fall asleep without you, please just stay.” He pulls you towards him and rests his head on your shoulder.
“We cannot possibly stay in bed all day. We have to get out of bed at some point, my dear.” You place your hand on top of his, interlacing your fingers with his.
“Please stay.” You feel his forehead pressed against your shoulder.
“Alex, you’re making it sound as if I’m leaving you forever. I was just going to make breakfast.” You laugh as you lean back against him, you feel him shaking his head.
“No, not important. You’re staying here with me, and I do not intend on letting you go.” He squeezes you tighter as he falls onto his side. Spooning against you, he buries his face in the crook of your neck as you give in and the two of you delay the day for just a little bit longer.
Lafayette
The morning light shining through the bedroom windows greeted you as you opened your eyes. You smiled to yourself as you felt Gilbert’s fingers against your skin, softly running down up and down the length of your spine.
“I know you are awake, my love.” He leans over and whispers into your ear, you shake your head no and try burying your face into your pillow.
“Awww, do not hide your beautiful face. Please? I have missed waking up next to you every morning.” He gently tries to coax you to face him, which you finally do. Your heart soars for a moment seeing him laying beside you, but you still can’t shake the tiny voice in your head telling you that this is all just a dream. You slowly prop yourself up on your elbows, trying to think of how to explain properly explain the thoughts running through your head.
“Because I can’t decide if all of this, if last night was real or if I am having the best dream imaginable. I’m afraid that if it is a dream, I’ll wake up and you’ll still be in France.” You quietly admit to him, partially ashamed.
“Amour de ma vie.” The sight of his smile makes whatever doubts you had lingering in your mind suddenly disappear. “I promise you, that I am truly here, by your side and that there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be.”
John Andre
The first sign that John was up to something was up to something should have been when the faint sounds of his violin floating through the house, but in the haze of sleep you wrote it off as a part of a dream.
Later when you feel the sensation of someone pushing your hair off of your face. When you open your eyes you see John sitting next to you, his back propped up against pillows and the headboard with his journal in his lap works away on something.
“What could you possibly be working on this early in the morning?” You sleepily ask him. He smiles at you before closing his journal and sets it on his bedside table before leaning down to you to give you kiss.
“To be fair, I was only finishing something.” He playfully replied as you roll away from him, stealing all of the blankets with you.
“Working. Finishing. It’s the same thing, John. I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t bring your work into bed.” You answer him while you cocoon yourself in the stolen blanket.
“What if I told you, that I was finishing something for you. Would that be an exception to our rule?” John curls up behind you.
“Then I would say that I might be willing to hear your argument.” You turn your head to look back at him, you see him smiling at you. John moves back to his side of the bed, grabbing his journal. You hear him flipping through the pages trying to find what he was last working on.
“If you want to see it, you’re going to have to come over here.” He laughs when he hears you whine. “I know, I’m sorry I am breaking you out of your cocoon early.” He watches and laughs as you struggle to untangle yourself from the blanket. “Would you like some help?”
“Please.” You reply as you give up. John kneels beside you as he unravels the twisted blanket. When you’re free you reposition yourself next to him, resting your head in his lap as he picks up his journal.
You spend most of the morning curled up on John’s lap while he reads you his latest poetry. “This is what I wanted to show you. I am not completely done with it, someone decided to scold me about working in bed.” He lifts your head off of his lap and slips out of bed, picking up his violin. He proceeds to play you one of the most beautiful pieces of music you have ever heard.
“You wrote that for me?” You ask once he finished playing, wiping a tear from your eye. He smiles as he sets his violin down before answering you.
“Of course, [Y/N]. You are my greatest muse.”