Thank you to those who sent in prompts! My review box is being a little glitchy right now so I can't respond to each of you personally, but I appreciate it. :)

First up is one suggested by HamiltonAsparagus: I'd love a night with Mullette under the stars, with Hercules Mulligan knowing a lot about stars and Lafayette being in awe…

Lafayette had never seen so many stars in his life before. They shone down over himself and Hercules like a thousand shards of diamond dotting the inky sky. He shifted from his spot lying on the ground, wet grass dampening his t-shirt as he reached over to thread his fingers through Hercules'.

Herc's gentle baritone broke the air. "Pretty cool, huh?".

"It is...tres magnifique, mon cher. You see this view each night?"

"Not anymore. But when I was a kid my mom would take me out stargazing. She loved it, taught me the names of all the constellations we could find. She even bought me a book about it."

"Do you still know them?" Lafayette turned to face his boyfriend. Herc pressed his lips together in thought, scanning the sky.

"Hm...well, that one's Orion," he said, stretching an arm out to point. "See those three stars in a row? Here," he took Laf's hand and guided it upward to where he was looking. "Those mark his belt. And here's the shoulders, and his bow-he's a hunter, and…" he went on, tracing the sky with their joined hands, pointing out shining wonders and specks of light so tiny Laf had no idea how he'd managed to spot them.

"There's Ursa Major, the bear, and Ursa Minor is...there! Those two're my favorites."

It was incredible. Not just the night sky, so vast and endless, but also this, this moment between the two of them. Sharing knowledge. Sharing the stars. Herc let their arms drop and glanced over at him.

"What about you?"

Laf broke out of his reverie. "Pardon?"

"What's your favorite?"

"Hm...I like this one, the...what did you call it? The little ladle?"

Hercules smiled, soft and warm. "Yeah, the dipper. You could see that one almost every clear night back at home." There was a moment of quiet as they both let their gaze slip back up to the sky.

"Merci." Laf whispered, pressing a kiss to Herc's temple. Hercules pulled him closer.

"For what?"

He looked up at the stars, now charted and mapped before him .

"For this."

The next two are from guest reviewer Sora: Peggylaf, coffee shop, flirty

"Alright, and is that all for today?" Peggy asked, reaching over to grab a cup for her customer's order. She uncapped a marker at his nod, eyes quickly flitting over his dark curls and the chipper way he held himself. She'd be lying if she said he wasn't at least a little cute. "And can I get a name?"

"Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette," he rattled off with a grin, laughing at the bewildered way she paused, marker poised over the cup in disbelief. "But you can call me Laf."

"Laf it is," she agreed, breaking into a smile and scribbling down what she hoped was the correct spelling. "Alright, your order should be ready soon."

"Merci!" he slipped into the pick-up line and Peggy felt herself smiling, bouncing on her toes a little even after she helped the next few customers. So he was French. She wondered if he was new, she didn't remember seeing him before-then again, she had only started working a few weeks ago. Part of her hoped he was a regular, and she squashed the thought down. No time for daydreaming!

A shout startled her out of her thoughts and she turned to see him sitting with a few other boys, chatting excitedly about something. His gaze flitted over to her and she winked before she could think about it. He laughed, bright and loud, and Peggy felt herself stifling giggles of her own as she forced herself to get back to work.

Philip/theodosia, theodosia sr.'s funeral, comfort

There weren't any tears left to cry by the time the funeral took place. Theodosia watched as if detached from her body as people gave condolences, shared stories. Her father gave a speech. The pastor gave a speech. Theodosia had one, too, tucked away in a letter in her coat pocket, but the words felt too empty to say. There was nothing to do but look on as her mother's casket was lowered into the ground, eyes dry but heart aching for a different ending.

She was sick for a long time, people said. Now she can find peace.

This didn't seem peaceful, or better, or heavenly. This was jagged, like a rusty nail right through her heart.

A familiar hand wrapped itself hesitantly around her shoulders and she turned. Phillip. He didn't smile, or shake her hand, or try and console her with false promises. He was just there, right there, where she needed him most. Theodosia let herself be wrapped in a warm embrace-his chin resting on her head, one hand buried in her curls-and closed her eyes.

And one I found in an old notebook of mine: lams, passing notes

Don't look now, but Lee's got a black eye.

Alex glanced over to where Charles Lee was slouched in his seat, sneering over something with Seabury and failing miserably at trying to hide his swollen eye with his bangs. Another piece of paper hit his chest and Alex shot a grin at John before unfolding it.

Wish I could've seen the look on his face when he got it.

Alex gave a huff of laughter before scribbling on the back.

Same here-who did?

Dunno. But you know Laf's social network, I'll bet he could tell us.

Five bucks says it was Herc.

John covered his snort with a cough as their teacher sent him a look. He paused, tapping his pen against his cheek, before flicking the note back to Alex.

10 says it was Angie.

Alex had to duck his head to hide his grin as the image of Angelica pummeling Lee into the ground flitted through his mind.

You're on.

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