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I absolutely love your blog and your edits always brighten my day. Could I please request an edit of the Washingsons’ (Ben, Laf, and Alex) reaction to Peggy’s hysteria (their confusion is such a mood) I have 2 screenshots you could use in case you can’t find the scene (I think it was in S3E10) Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

that is the one scene i will ALWAYS be able to find (peggy hysteria my beloved) but thank you sm for giving me screenshots!!! and thank you even more for enjoying this blog!!!! im so flattered to be making your day with my goofy lil edits 💖🥰❤️💕😚❣️

Let’s Just Hope

I walked in Ben’s tent where I found him lying on his bed with a letter near him. I knew it was from the turncoat General Benedict Arnold. Ben knew that I was in the room, but he made no acknowledgement. But I knew that he knew because of a very small minuscule of a nod towards me.

“What did he write, Ben?” I asked him, he knew full well when I used his more common nickname than ‘Benji’ when I’m serious. 

He wordlessly passed me the letter and when I finished reading it, I felt the same rush of anger towards the traitor.

As I know you to be a man of sense, I am conscious you are, by this time, fully of opinion that the real interest and happiness of America consists in a reunion with Great Britain. I have taken a commission in the British Army and invite you to join me with as many men as you can bring over with you. If you think it proper to embrace my offer you shall have the same rank you now hold, in the cavalry I am to raise.

“And I am guessing that he wrote to you too, my dear Lily of the Valley?” Ben asked, using my other nickname than Lily. ‘Lily of the Valley’ or delicacy, kindness, good luck, happiness, sadness, pain through death, serenity, unity, and hope. While Lily means beauty, rebirth, purity, commitment, and fresh life.

“Yes, he has, my Celamits,” I answered, using my other usual nickname for him which means mental beauty or intelligence. 

I quickly handed him the letter, which I hope to burn later. I don’t want to be associated with Arnold any longer.

Olivia,

I write to you because you have so much potential that the British would love to use other than the Continentals. They haven’t given you any money for the years that you have kept their army alive. You have given them everything of you, but they gave you nothing in return. If you defect to the right side, I will do everything in my power to give you your own command, something the old fox had never given you. “Too inexperienced” my crippled leg, you have excellent battle skills and strategy, what more does he want?

I know that you will be a turncoat because like Benjamin Tallmadge, you had the chance to kill me, but you didn’t. You have the best aim I had ever seen on a person, so to you to miss me was a sign.

Heed my warning that the Continentals will throw you out as soon as they are done with you, and when they do, you know what to do.

Your Real Brother and Family, 

Benedict Arnold

“He’s insane to even think that you’ll ever defect, you are one of the most loyal Patriots I have ever known!” 

“I know!” I had to stop Ben from ranting because we have a bigger problem at hand, “How do we tell Papa?”

“We don’t, until for now. He’s been through a lot right now, and he doesn’t need more. Besides, it's not like we’ll ever defect.” He was right about everything: Papa is stressed out because one of his fine Generals defected that could catalyze the alliance with France, he lost one of his close friends, confidant, and brother, and Ben and I will never defect because we’re loyal to the cause.

“Let’s just hope that Arnold’s defection won’t cost us so much.” I wondered out loud. I heard Ben humming as if agreeing with me. Let’s just hope.

Death Is Unfair

Despite being the oldest of the four, Benjamin Tallmadge died last.

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It was shocking to say the least that Olivia never got to outlive their dad. It was said that she died of expired poison. They thought that she would be fine because she survived it during the war. But the poison had consumed her frail and weak body that was caused by childbirth, and for not eating and sleeping at the correct times. 

The poison was actually meant for Alexander, but she drank his glass, as she had done over the years. The man who poisoned the glass was Michael John Key, a loyalist.

She sat through the first Cabinet Meeting, about establishing the first U.S. bank for hours. 

Washington, Eliza, Alexander, and himself were the only ones present when she died. Olivia gave Washington the golden locket he gave her after the Schuylkill River Incident, gave Eliza her and John Laurens’ wedding rings, gave Alexander their family’s ring and diary, and gave Ben the sun hair comb and the golden band the Culper Spy Ring had during the war, she told him to give the sapphire bracelet Lafayette gave her back to him.

“I’ll see all you on the other side, John, my love, I’m coming.” were her last words.

Of course, Laurens wasn’t her love, it was Lafayette. She only married him to conceal the rumors and suspicion about John and Alexander in a romantic relationship. The plan was for them to act in love in public, but go to their paramours behind closed doors.

The nation had stopped working for days until the will reading was done. The funeral ceremony was beautiful and lots of people attended. Olivia was given a military funeral because her rank in the army was Madam General and was a big factor in keeping the army alive and well. She was buried in Trinity Church Cemetery under a monument.

Key was later hanged the very next day for assassination of the Vice President.

Alexander was never the same after her death.

She was just 38 or 36 years old, it depends on which birthdate one believed she was born on.

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Alexander died next in the stupidest way possible.

A duel.

Vice President (he doesn’t deserve that title) Aaron Burr was mad at Alexander because he supported Jefferson, a man that he despised since the beginning, just to keep him from winning.

In the end, Alexander aimed his pistol at the sky and Burr shot him in the ribs. He died the next day (47 or 49), Eliza and Angelica by his side. They don’t know his last words because he couldn’t stop talking.

Typical ‘lex.

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Lafayette died next.

He visited America once more.

When he arrived, he immediately went to Olivia and Alexander’s tombstones. Ben helped comfort him and helped Lafayette travel America. He completed the task his sister and first love had given the former Head of Intelligence to give the sapphire bracelet back to Lafayette as a parting gift in person.

They continued writing letters when he left for France until his death in 1834.

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Now on his deathbed, Ben can only think of his family being reunited once more.

We Just Won A Victory, Then This Hanging Happened (Benlivia)

‘Twas was a heavy rainy day later that evening when Colonel Bradford and Sargent Hickey were sent to the gallows to be hanged. They had won the Battle of Monmouth hours earlier against the British.

 “Now we know that you’ve received upwards of 100 pounds from Mr. Mathews, the so-called mayor of New York.” they were inside a wood house in camp with Ben interrogating the two assassins, Caleb off to the side; ready to jump in at any given moment, Olivia keeping one eye on her two childhood friends and the other eye at the traitors, and General Washington’s hiding in the shadows; watching it all go down.

“And Governor Tryon. Your pulse beats high in the Torie’s game, gentlemen.” Caleb chimes in. “Now, tell me, who else in this camp is under British pay?” the Major asked, getting the task back at hand.

 Bradford indirectly answers the question, “So there are others.” Ben concludes. 

 The drums keep bringing Ben back from the flashbacks from the moments before. 

 Caleb is the executioner, he wears a full black uniform, complete with a black mask that covers his face. He quickly adjusts the rope and moves on to Bradford, who was talking to Worthington.

 “The offer is that you hang for counterfeiting, not for treason,” Ben says to Bradford. Hickey intervenes saying that he wants to be hanged for the latter, “To mutiny against you traitors in an act of honor,” was his explanation. The head of intelligence slaps him and explains that his family would be safe if he would be hanged as a forger, if it was for the attempt on Washington’s life, then he can’t-” We aren’t going to hang. You’re going to trade us-” 

 Olivia speaks of the first time, interrupting him, “And why is that?” she scoffed at Bradford, “If you think that we are bluffing, then you are wrong.” The man looked at the Madame General in the eye, “-For Culper,” finishing his sentence.

 The last name alias of Abraham Woodhull hung in the air. Dread filled Ben’s stomach. “Where did you hear that name?” Caleb asked. When Bradford didn’t answer, he settled for violence, harshly pulling the former Colonel by the braid, “Where did you hear that name?!” Olivia didn’t intervene, despite the fact that it was technically her job to keep the two in line.

 Washington stepped out of the shadows, suggesting that Hickey must have overheard it when he was standing guard outside his tent. “The first man to tell me the real name of our Agent Culper will be traded to safety on Saturday. The other man will hang tomorrow,” was the million-dollar question.

 But neither man answered, “They don’t know.” Washington concluded. “A hanging then, I’ll inform everyone,” Olivia told the room, “Since the two of you didn’t answer, tomorrow turned into today.” She pointed at the traitors.

 “The accused...Colonel William Bradford and Sergeant Thomas Hickey having being found guilty on the charge of attempting to pass counterfeit bills-

 “-My aim was to kill Washington, Putman, and other-” Hickey didn’t get to finish his sentence because he was pushed off by Caleb, along with Bradford. His head was quickly decapitated. Bradford’s head was, thankfully not severed, but he struggled against the rope around his neck. 

 Gasps rang everywhere, but a heart-wrenching scream caused Ben to look at his left. Olivia Hamilton. He quickly hugged her and held the Madam General tightly. The Head of Intelligence heard Worthington yell at Caleb and could hear them fighting, but he paid no mind. He then looked at Washington, who signaled an officer to shoot Bradford, ending his life.

 The Major could feel the younger Hamilton and the Marquis’ gaze at him like they wanted to burn a hole in his skull with their eyes. The former wanted to protect his twin sister at all costs, even though it’s supposed to be the other way around. Olivia had expressed this one too many times, about Alexander fighting with the new recruits when they looked at her the wrong way. Ben knew that Lafayette harbored a romantic love for Olivia, he too had one, but it was not one-sided. He knew that the two had to make their relationship a secret because the young aristocrat had a wife in France, it would cause a huge scandal that could cause the American-French alliance to dissipate. Because of this, Ben was determined to make his love for Olivia, a platonic one.

 The Major put the elder Hamilton down on his cot and quickly stripped her down to her smallclothes. He looked at the knife wound Olivia had gotten when someone tried to assassinate their Commander in Chief during the discussion of the Battle of Monmouth. Olivia had quickly pulled Washington out of the assassin’s way and took the knife meant for him. General Arnold knocked him out and Henry Key was hanged the next day.

 “You are not sleeping on the floor, Benji.” Olivia said, loud and clear, “That is a direct order from your General.” With burning cheeks, Ben laid down next to the woman he had first loved.

Olivia and Alexander Reunion

Olivia POV/1st Person

I walked to the edge of the camp looking for a somewhat high-ranking soldier to take me to the commander of the Continental Army.

“Halt! Who goes there?” a blue coat announced loud and clear. Bingo. I was wearing a simple light blue dress with a cloak, the hood covering my face.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he questioned in a commanding voice. “Hello, my name is Olivia Hamilton and I need to see General George Washington,” I answered him.

“Why do you need to see his Excellency?” he asked, now cautious and suspicious. “Please, sir, it is urgent. I can only say it to his presence and no one more.” I pleaded.

“Miss Hamilton, I have been expecting you,” a man said with the same uniform, but with a blue sash and grey potato hair. Seriously what is up with that? He is the only one with potato hair. I looked around and the entire army with their guns out, but thankfully not pointed towards me.

Their expressions however are mixed with shock, confusion, and apprehension. I looked to the right of Potato Hair Man and saw someone that looks almost exactly like me. Vibrant red hair, violet-blue eyes, a little bump on the nose, cream skin with peach blush covering the freckles on each cheek, nose, and ear, and looks about 5’7 frame.

The only difference between us is that I was a few centimeters taller than him, while he had coily curls, I had more soft curls, my hair was longer than his and braided into a plait hanging on my right shoulder, while he was tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon and a single curl that rested on the side of his face.

I took off the hood to show my face, violet-blue met violet-blue.

“Via?” he said in a small voice.

“Xander?” I said in the same tone.

We ran towards each other, not believing that our half was right in front of us. I trapped him in a hug that a mother does to her child. After our own died due to Yellow Fever, I had to take care of him all by myself. He still smelled of mint, ink, and parchment, now accompanied by coffee.

I flicked his forehead, “Ow! Via what was that for?!” he yelled at me, clearly in pain. “Where have you been! I received a letter back in ‘72 that the ship you were in sank and you died! I am your older sister and I demand you to tell me what happened.” I ignored his retort saying I was only older by 30 seconds.

He huffed and stomped his foot on the ground like the child he is, “Fine, I will tell you later.” I examined his face again, not liking the fact that his face was a few shades lighter than mine and the dark circles under his eyes.

“And pray tell, brother dearest,” I said in a cold, chilling voice. He knew that whenever I use this tone, he was done for, “Why is your face paler than usual and why does it look like you haven’t slept in days?”

He fidgeted under my stare and after a while, I got impatient, “Alexander George Hamilton!” said 22-year old stood up straighter at the commanding voice. “All right! I haven’t slept in weeks and not eat a lot in order to do the paperwork for His Excellency!”

I was furious, but also confused. “Hold on, the man who has the potato-like hair is George Washington?” Snorts and muffled laughter were heard from the soldiers, clearly not wanting to anger him. Speaking of him, I ran to him at a fast speed and flipped him over my shoulder. Lucky for him, we were on grass not pavement, and I dragged him by the leg to a nearby tent. I glared at any soldier who was in my way.

In the distance, I heard someone speak. “Should we…” trailed a man with blonde hair and a ridiculous helmet. “No, you should not, because once you make my sister angry, you are done for. But do not worry, she would just yell at him. I hope.” he added the last sentence in a hushed tone, but everyone heard.

Once we were inside, I did exactly what my brother said, yell at him. Once I was satisfied, we got out of the tent, and into the General’s office.

“I believe that you wanted to speak to me, Miss Hamilton?” he asked in a calm, but wary tone. “Yes, I want to be a spy and only you and your most trusted advisors can only know about this. I have already thought of a cover name; Denise Melody. Her background information is that her father and brothers are sick and in order to make money, she needs to become a maid. I will somehow turn my red locks black and speak with a Dutch accent. I will board a ship to England and be hired by the King. There I will write you letters about what I have learned.” He looked intrigued about my plan and asked for more details about it. In the end, he agreed.

But now, I need to force my younger, very stubborn brother to take more care of himself.