A request from @littlestartopaz: Polaris
AU set in the American Revolution?
AHAHAHAHA
YES. This turned into kind of an ode to
Ade North, the woman in command of Polaris, and I have no regrets.
So Polaris is a covert part of the colonial
army, stealing patriots out from under the noses of the redcoats. Ade North—North
for the star, North for the sky, North for freedom—is a grim-eyed escaped
slave, and she knows the risks of what she’s about to do, but she storms
straight into the base outside New York City.
The General—slave-owner, she
diagnoses immediately, at a glance—isn’t the first one she finds, but rather a
hot-tempered red-haired captain who grins at her when she tells him that I just walked through gunfire to get here,
boy, do you think I’m about to run because someone might try and hang me? He vouches for her, and some strings are
pulled, and…well. Her old master is a
Tory. She’s not afraid of taking advantage
of double-standards when they’re held out to her in both hands. And Ade North has never in her life backed
down.
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lathori asked: Darling, dear, love. You've watched Stranger Things. You love Labyrinth. You are free from your internship. Stranger Things/Labyrinth Crossover we discussed. Nancy and Jonathan are my baby monster hunters. Sarah and Nancy meet in college. Go forth <3
LAURENS, your timing is a dream, I just finished the first part of that. It’s going to be a longer thing, because of course it is, and I’m going to post it piecemeal under the tag “Stranger Labyrinth AU” because if people can portmanteau character names into increasingly worrying sexual diseases, I can do that.
It was the
girl’s smile that drew Nancy’s eye, the first time. There was something about it, something
off-kilter and a little familiar—it was the smile of someone laughing at a joke
no one else understood. Harder than pure
humor, somehow, as if looking out at the world and saying you poor oblivious bastards all the while.
There were days
where Nancy lived that smile. She hadn’t gone a day without seeing it on a
face since she was in high school. Her
brother had it, sometimes, her boyfriend, often, she could feel it curve her lips
every time someone suggested a horror movie.
They sort of lost their thrill, when you’d lived one.
So when she saw
the girl sitting alone at a table in the quad, long dark hair swinging loose
and her lovely face turned up toward the sun, Nancy walked over.
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Anonymous asked: So, about this Hamilton Star Wars AU: I have noticed an unacceptable lack of Hamilton/Laurens headcanons and feelings and urge you to inflict these on us at your earliest convenience.
Oh, sorry, friend, it looks like you’ve got a typo, I think you meant hey, Moran, inflict your thoughts on Space Monmouth on us, seeing as Laurens almost died there.
- Washington, by this point, has been SOUNDLY outed as a Bad Code-Breaking Jedi (with a wife, the Council would like to reiterate). So the Congress governing the Continental systems decided that they needed to save face a little and made Washington promote Master Lee to the rank of Major General, because his record as a Jedi is impeccable.
- Um, naturally, way back when they first meet, Lee takes one look at Washington’s padawan and launches into a truly epic lecture about the dangers and crimes of attachment. Laurens poker-faces through the whole thing and Hamilton instantly and deeply loathes Lee, because Laurens starts to retreat again. It’s taken him months to coax Laurens into kissing him, into letting him slip into his bunk and nestle into him sleepily. Laurens has even started being the one to initiate, tugging Hamilton down by the hand and wrapping long arms around him, pressing skin to skin. That changes with Lee standing around, looking judgemental.
- That’s okay, though, because Laurens deeply and sincerely loathes Lee for the dispassionate report that Hamilton died at Schuylkill. Everyone hates Lee, basically.
- Lee actually turns down the command at first because he’s offended at how small it is, never mind that the Continental army is desperately strapped for men and fighters alike. Washington has the best deadpan in the business, which is the only reason that Lee doesn’t know how relieved he is to hand the command over to Lafayette.
- Of course, then Lee comes back and says he’s going to take command after all, and attack the Empire troops as they leave the desert moon Monmouth, where they spent their own winter. Washington still holds up that deadpan, because the only other option is to rest his head on the table and swear like a smuggler.
- So they go to battle, Laurens and Hamilton among the fighters Lee leads down into the atmosphere. The heat from low-atmo combat is so awful a few ships–Continental and Imperial alike–malfunction on the spot and go down in flaming wreckage, all hands dead.
- Here’s the thing. There’s a trend across Laurens and Hamilton’s experience in battle.
- At Brandywine, Laurens almost died, after taking a blaster shot to the shoulder.
- Schuylkill was Schuylkill.
- On the Island, Hamilton broke onto an Imperial ship and stole twenty-one out of twenty-four top-of-the-line fighters, while ignoring heavy strafing fire from a battlecruiser. Hercules, who was there, swears up and down that it gave him grey hair.
- Innumerable other skirmishes have proved that, given the opening, they’re more likely to risk their necks than preserve them.
- They should be used to it, is the thing. And Laurens might be, if he does say so himself, because Hamilton can find a near-lethal fight with any civilian on the street. Hamilton, on the other hand, is not, and when Laurens is shot out of the sky, he doesn’t even try to find the other man’s Force signature before he panics.
- Lee is a coward at heart. He’s not prepared to face the brutal heat, nor the desperation of the Imperial troops, nor the explosion of a Force-hurricane at the combat line. He runs, and when he runs, the ragged Continental line shatters.
- And then the General’s personal fighter, the Vernon, comes screaming in from the edge of the atmosphere with Lafayette’s Marquis on his wing and the hurricane of Hamilton’s power still roaring so that even the soldiers with less Force-sense than a potato can feel it, and the Continentalists rally with a vengeance. It’s not a win, but they’ve proved they can hold their line.
- Laurens is pulled out of his wreckage, almost completely uninjured and drenched in Hamilton’s Force signature. Laurens doesn’t know what happened, and Hamilton isn’t talking.
- Lee starts talking shit, because Lee is terrible.
- Washington takes a minute, thinks about it, and immediately issues an order that Hamilton have nothing to do with Lee, because Hamilton is on the warpath about Laurens’ latest brush with death.
- Unfortunately, he fails to get ahead of Laurens himself, who is finally reaching his breaking point. And who would probably jump off a space deck without a suit if Hamilton wanted him to.
- LIGHTSABER DUELS. HAMILTON DOES NOT LIKE THEM.
- No, seriously, Jedi, Hamilton wants to know why you don’t use blasters like sane people. He really does. Using blasters and the Force together is both convenient and fun. And ranged. Get on his level.
- Hamilton almost has a heart attack when he hears someone scream on the dueling ground, and the organ only resumes normal function when Laurens flicks off his lightsaber and lets Lee drop to the ground, a long cauterized wound to the ex-general’s ribs still smoking.
- Laurens is in trouble (Washington would like to be on record that he’s been encouraging attachment, not rampant violence, and he’s very disappointed), but Hamilton…oh, Hamilton is really in trouble. Because Laurens can call it acting impulsively and ‘a learning experience,’ but Hamilton disobeyed a direct order.
- Washington doesn’t say “I’d send you home but this ship is the only one you have,” but it’s a near thing, and Hamilton looks crushed nonetheless. It’s a bad day for everyone.
- Instead of being sent ‘home,’ Hamilton is sent away from the front lines (away from John, a greedy part of his mind mutters, and holocalls are so interceptible, they won’t even be able to see each other, letters only), to serve as a liaison and bodyguard for their best supply ship.
- The Revelation picks up its new passenger on its next pass. At least he’s old friends with the sisters, Hamilton thinks glumly as he lets Eliza crush him in a hug and ruffles his hand through Peggy’s hair to make her squawk in offence and call for Angelica.
- Still.
- The girls aren’t Laurens.
