sara

hii, my name is sara!

i’m a minor, and i go by he/they/she!

i can speak italian and english, and can read spanish.

main fandoms! ♡

good omens, hannibal, supernatural, our flag means death, killing eve, sherlock holmes and related fandoms, hellaverse, pjsk, link click, voltron, the owl house, ducktales, hilda, the promised neverland, moriarty the patriot, bungo stray dogs, mother mother, mitski, bbno$, heathers, hamilton, epic, six, (really want to know better but) amrev, tbhk, alnst, my missing oscar, hooky, marionetta, everything but your life, vanitas no carte, evangelion, game of gods, five broken blades, green yuri, Ohshc, jujutsu Kaisen, spirited away, oshi no ko, this monster wants to eat me, quintessential quintuplets, ranma 1/2, marauders, the song of Achilles, Circe, the mirror visitor, murder most unladylike, dead poets society, abba, caparezza, heartstopper

uhhh i like to read, write (i love my OCs more than myself lmao) and watching animes??

currently watching!

supernatural, s1 e22

the owl house, s3 e1

shadows and bones, s1 e1

killing eve, s3 e8

hadestown

currently reading!

the lost hero - rick riordan

in memoriam - alice winn

alexander hamilton - ron chernow

five broken blades (again) - mai corland

fav albums!

o my heart - mother mother

ok computer - radiohead

orbit orbit - caparezza

puberty 2 - mitski

hades - melanie martinez

kin list!

ivan - alien stage

hibiki - everything but your life

kana arima - oshi no ko

amity blight - the owl house

stolas goetia - helluva boss

will graham - hannibal

aziraphale - good omens

excited for!!

2nd june because i’ll see my best friend after months :))

pinterest ID: @/gejohlocked

ao3 account: hazel1961

spotify: hazel wong ♡

pjsk ID: 688718203752644612

(wrote this for @lamssummer2026 !!)

First day: First meeting

“Have y’all heard? A new aide-of-camp is arriving here today!” Meade was excited. He was always happy to meet new people, and if that meant that they would have a little help there at Valley Forge, it was even greater. 

“Yes, we do know. We’ve been talking about it for the last month. Where have you been?” the redhead didn’t mean to sound angry. He was just… tired. In the last months Washington was stressing him more than before. The colonies were starting an alliance with France and Hamilton was one of the few men that knew French there. They had told him that the new man knew French. Maybe his work load would decrease. 

“If I recall correctly, he is Henry Laurens’ son. Treat him with respect.” said Tilghman.

Right after he said that, they all saw a blonde man coming towards them on a golden horse. He got off the horse and did a bow. 

“Good morning to all. I’m-“

“Henry Laurens’ son, right?” Meade gave his hand. 

“No. I mean, yes. But my name’s John Laurens.”

Hamilton was silently watching them. He really liked Laurens’ shade of blonde.

“Thanks for coming here. We always need more help here at Valley Forge. Plus, I heard that you know French. Is that right?” Hamilton said. 

“How could I ever refuse to come here? This is where all happens. And the fact that I’m here will be really helpful to my father’s career. And yes, i do know French. Do you?”

“Oui. I’m very glad you’re here. We always have a lot of letters to translate. And only few of us here know French.”

“Thanks. The feeling is mutual.”

“Now, will you allow me to introduce you to your room?”

“Of course. Thanks.” 

Their eyes met. Hamilton’s purple was pouring into Laurens’ ocean blue. Laurens moved his gaze away. Hamilton did the same. 

Once they sat on new Laurens’ bed, Hamilton asked a question. 

“So. Henry Laurens’ son, huh? How is it? I mean, being the son of one of the most popular men of the moment.”

Laurens tried to look at him. He couldn’t. He continued to look at the wall in front of him. He didn’t want to answer that question. Why would he? Henry Laurens’ son, doing whatever a man younger than himself that he had just met wanted? No. No, he said to himself. This was how his dad thought. He didn’t want to be like him. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He promised that to himself in his room, laid on his bed, that night of many years ago, with tears rolling down his face. He wouldn’t hurt people and repeat his father’s mistakes. He started to talk. 

“I don’t know. It is. Just that. I know my life is different from the other’s. But I don’t know how else it could be. My life has always been like this.”

He looked at his left, where Hamilton was.

“I’m not like my father. I despise almost everything he does. I know he’s doing the right things for the revolution. But I just can’t get myself to like him. I’m sorry. Not after how he treats me and my siblings and how he used to treat my mother.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. Why would you be? It doesn’t matter if he’s important for the revolution and that he’s your father. You have all the rights to don’t like him.”

“Sometimes it’s still hard.”

“I know. But, for now, let’s go back from the others, mh?”

Hamilton got up and took Laurens’ hand to do the same with him. They smiled at each other. That was just the beginning.

don’t like it that much but well whatever

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