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[tallmadge-of-honor1776]

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“What did you just call me?”

(P.S. This was inspired by @wordsfailing’s random sentence starters)

I tried to keep these drabble-y but sometimes I got carried away and some are longer than others.

More to come...

Marquis de Lafayette

“Bonsoir Marquis.” You grin as he steps toward you. He smirks, that expression alone sending a pang of nostalgia to your heart. Gathering you into his arms, he pulls you securely against his chest so he can reassure himself that after your latest mission, you are, indeed, in one piece. He sighs. “Bonsoir, mon amour.”  He murmurs, ducking to capture your lips with his own. You falter, frozen by his words and captivated by his kiss. When he pulls back, you’re still in shock.  “What did you call me?” You whisper, the corners of your mouth quirking up in hope. He kisses your cheeks, then your forehead, and finally your lips again.  “You speak French very well, Ma cherie, I think you know.” He teases before wrapping you in his embrace once more.

Caleb Brewster

You’re in Washington’s camp, searching for your wild whaler. Before you find him you’re accosted by a drunk soldier looking for an evening frolic. You shake your head but he won’t leave you alone. “Hands off the lass.” It’s Caleb and he’s thankfully found you. You breathe a sigh of relief.  “I saw the wench first, Brewster.” The soldier shouts, grabbing you. You wrench your arm free and stumble into Caleb’s embrace. He quickly pulls you close, aiming a pistol at the soldier. “She’s my woman, Belhoff.” He warns. “Touch her again and I’ll do worse than just kick your arse.” He says, cocking the hammer of his gun for effect. The soldier grumbles, too drunk to realize the gravity of the situation. You turn to Caleb. “What did you call me?” You grin. You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest when he’d laid his claim to your heart. “My woman, if you’ll have me.” He cups your chin tenderly. You nod, pressing an eager kiss to his salty lips, his beard tickling your skin, reminding you just how wild he was. He chuckles when you pull away, keeping you tucked firmly against his side as the two of you walk back to his tent.  

Robert Townsend

The tavern is empty when you find him. Robert is sitting at a table, staring intently at the glass of liquid in front of him. “Robert, is something amiss?” You ask, pulling up a chair to sit beside him. He shakes his head. “Everything.” He replies dejectedly. You cover his hands with your own, coaxing him to continue. “How are we to know what is wrong and what is right?” He asks. You shrug. “We can’t, we can only try to do right.” You say, rubbing the top of his hand with your thumb. He sighs. “Robert, I know it all seems confusing now, but sometimes leading with your head just won’t cut it.” You tell him, cupping the side of his face for good measure. He looks up, finally meeting your eyes. You smile, trying to show him compassion. He seems receptive and leans toward you. “You think I should lead with my heart?” He asks as you rest your hand at the base of his neck and nod in reply. “Sometimes. In this case, yes.” You say, referring to the earlier conflict he was battling within himself. “And what about us?” He asks, rubbing an errant lock of your hair between his fingers, focusing on the strands twirling rather than your inquisitive gaze. “Well, what does your heart tell you?” You ask, smiling softly as you lean forward. He meets you in the middle, pressing his forehead tenderly against your own. “It tells me that you are the light of my life and to never let you go.” He says. You pull back abruptly, your heart soaring.  “What- what did you call me?” You ask, if only to assure yourself that this was not a dream. “You are the light of my life, please never leave me.” He repeats before bringing you toward him and kissing you passionately.  

Benjamin Tallmadge

You are waiting in his tent as you always do when he is away on a mission. Curled up under the covers, you lie awake in fear of all the terrible things that could’ve happened to him. You begin to imagine another scenario in which you might lose your dear Major Tallmadge when the tent flap opens and he steps through into the candle light. “Ben!” You sit up, a smile on your face, which soon falls when you see he has blood on him. “Ben—” “It’s not mine.” He hurries, quickly removing the offending garments until he’s only in his linen pants. He sits down quickly and rubs your arms. “I’m unharmed, look.”  He demonstrates, twisting his body to show you he was unscathed. You nod, still doubting that he was safe in front of you. You reach out and touch him slowly, then eagerly, smoothing your hands over his skin and finally pulling him toward you to crush him in a hug. He kisses the top of your head as you bury your face in his shoulder. You’re pressed against him tightly as he pulls the covers up over the both of you and kisses your forehead. “My love, please don’t worry.” He whispers into your hair. You pull away slightly to look up at him. “What did you call me?” You ask smiling. He smiles back. “I love you.” He replies, drawing you back against his chest so he can kiss you. At first slowly, as if he’s savoring every moment, and then hungrily as if it would be the last time between the two of you. The blood beneath your skin seems to rise in an effort to greet him and goose bumps break out across your body at the joy of being so near to him once again. There would always come another night of worrying, wondering if he’d return or not, but this night would be spent worrying no longer.    

George Washington

You tip toe to his room in the middle of the night. You’re betting he’s awake. You creep inside his room and softly close the door behind you. He’s standing at the window looking out across the river, but he turns when he hears you enter. He smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back. He opens his arms and you eagerly wrap yourself around him, sighing deeply. “Hi.” You whisper against his chest, staring up into his kind eyes. “You are my one truth.” He says suddenly, his chest rumbling as he speaks. “Hm?” You inquire gently. “In a sea of faces, yours is the one I will always turn to.” He continues. “I know that no matter what happens you will always speak the truth.” He explains, pressing his lips against your head to breathe in the sweet scent of your hair. You smile. “My little dove.” He murmurs affectionately. “Your dove?” You chuckle. “You will always bring me peace.” He says before pressing his lips against yours.

[louisianaspell]

Drabbles..

@la-frenchiest-frite

Prompt: “Did you know ducks have two vaginas? So if they don’t like the dude, they can fake them out using the fake vagina and not get pregnant.”

To say that this date was a disaster would be putting it lightly. You had met snakes with better personalities than the man sitting across from you.

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the millionth time since sitting down with Benedict. No matter how hard you tried to steer the conversation towards a different topic, he brought it right back to his favorite subject, himself. He would go on and on about how what a great warrior he is and how Washington and Congress needed to open their eyes to what a great man he is.

“Just you wait, if I can get another command, I’ll prove to them I am worth every penny they owe me and more.” He continued. You smiled and nodded, while you did the calculations in your head for how many drink you need to have in order to trick yourself that you were having a good time.

You swirled the straw in your drink, watching the ice spin around the glass while you waited for him to stop speaking just for a second so that you could make your offer and end this nightmare.

“Did ya know ducks have two vaginas? TWO! S-so, if they don’t like the dude, they can fake them out using the fake vagina and not get pregnant.” You heard a loud drunk man from another table state.

“Lucky them.” You mumbled under your breath.

“God, they just allow anyone in here. What animals.” Benedict responded. There was a break in the conversation here was your chance, “take it before he starts talking again,” you thought to yourself.

“You know, I might know a group of people who would truly appreciate a great man like yourself.” You slid your hand across the small table, placing it on top of Benedict’s. “They are always looking for intelligent individuals to help to put an end to this pointless war.” You leaned forward, watching as Benedict’s gaze drifted down towards your chest. “And I know for a fact they would be incredibly lucky and thankful to have someone like you on their side.” You smiled at him, hoping that he would take the bait.

“But I could never betray my country.” He shook his head, like he was trying to break the trance you were trying to put him in.

“Then don’t think of it as betraying your country, think of it as saving it from destruction and how you’ll be regarded as the brave hero that saved his country.” You watched the torn look on his face, he didn’t immediately shut you down so you knew there was still a chance.

“I’ll tell you what, Benedict. Why don’t we discuss this somewhere more private, and I can show just how much we would appreciate having you on our side. How does that sound?” You flirtatiously offered. You held your breath while you watched as he reached inside his coat pocket, a sense of relief washed over you as he pulled out his wallet and pulled out several bills, placing them on the table.

“Shall we?” He asked, standing up beside you. You stood up, biting your bottom lip as you took his hand in yours and led him out of the bar. You made a mental note that John was going to owe you a lot more than the price two of you had originally agreed upon.

[louisianaspell]

So I know I’m not alone in a world full of vampires

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Warnings: Like one cuss word, mentions of anxiety and loneliness 

Another city, another show. It was becoming increasingly more difficult being on tour all the time. There used to be a time in your life when you used to love being on the road all the time, you found something liberating about living out of a suitcase and playing your music for people all over the world. You had sacrificed so much to get to this point, a point where you could actually consider yourself successful and your family members had stopped telling you to get a real job. If this was your dream life, then why did it hurt so much each time you announced new tour dates?

You sat alone on the bed in some nameless generic hotel room in a city that might as well be light-years away from home, staring at your laptop waiting for Anna to answer your Facetime call. You checked the time on your cell phone, mentally figuring out what time it must be at home. No answer. You shut your laptop, still clutching onto your phone in the hope that maybe she’ll still call you before you fall asleep. As you start to feel your eyelids getting heavier, you try sending her a text message.

To: Annie My Love 💖😘

I miss you.

The next morning, your manager wakes you up early, rambling on about a bunch of interviews that you need to get through before tonight’s show. You can feel your anxiety starting to bubble up as he talks about adding more shows, extending the tour by at least another month. You look down at your phone, hoping to see something from Anna, a text message or a missed call, any sign that she tried to reach out to you. No new messages.

“Yea, that sounds good to me. Make it happen.” You answer with a fake smile on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was to add more shows to the tour, but looking at your manager’s face, you just couldn’t find the courage to say no.

The next few days start to blur together, you stopped noticing where one ended and another began, not that it really mattered since each day consisted of the same shit just in a different city. You started to feel lonely despite rarely ever being alone, but even with everyone’s good intentions you couldn’t help but feel isolated and used. There was a voice in your head telling you that everyone around you wanted something from you, whether it was money, fame, or whatever, you were just a means to an end. It wasn’t helping that you and Anna continued to miss one another, it became an endless game of phone tag that you were so sick of playing. You were tired of the boring hotel rooms, and tired of checking your phone every five seconds looking for any sign from Anna to pop up.

You once again found yourself sitting alone in yet another hotel room, at least this time occasion seemed a little better since you were actually talking to Anna. You were in bed, staring at the ceiling with the little white earbuds in, you were quiet as you listened to her talking about her day and everything you had missed back home. She rambled on about the latest shenanigans that Caleb and Ben tried to pull her into, and her trying her best to talk some sense into them. You smiled as you continued to listen to her talk, her voice made you feel safe and calm, like a safe harbor in the midst of the storm that was raging on inside your head.

“[Y/N]? Are you still there?”

“Yea, I’m still here.”

“You haven’t said anything in awhile. I’m annoying you, aren’t I?” You could hear the insecurity in her voice, being away from home this long was never easy on either of you.

“Hey, listen to me Annie, talking to you is the best part of my day. Whenever I hear your voice, I know I’m not alone in a world full of vampires.”

“God, you are so dramatic.” You could practically hear her rolling her eyes on the other end of the phone.

“Hey now, my dramatic nature pays the bills,” you joke. “Finish your story, what happened with Ben & Caleb?”

Anna continues telling her story until she hears the soft mumbling of you talking in your sleep. She hits the End Call button and decides to send you a quick text before heading to bed.

From: Annie My Love 💖😘

Goodnight and sweet dreams, love.

“How’s our girl?” Selah asks, looking up from his book at Anna as she crawls into bed next to him.

“Ready to come home.”

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