✨┊ 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖. ೄྀ࿐

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗'𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 ... 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝!-"𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕".

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜

" 𝙿𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢" 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎

𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝,

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝙼𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕' 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘

𝙸'𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚋, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢?

𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛

Dolley Todd x James Madison

Elizabeth Sanders x Hercules Muligan

Queen Charlotte x King George III

Mᴀʀᴛʜᴀ Mᴀɴɴɪɴɢ POV

I paced the floor hopelessly, my hands never leaving from behind my back, my fingers fidgeting. "He's supposed to be here my now ..." I mumble to myself quietly.

After one whole candle burned out, I've decided I'd just head to bed. Just as I approach the bedroom, I hear a squeak at my front door.

I bolt down the stairs, seeing my husband standing there, a wide smile on his face and his arms held out. My eyes involuntary had tears in them as I ran toward him.

"Jackie! Jackie ... " I hug him tightly, as more tears began slipping out. I felt him tence up slightly, then he began to relax more. He stroked my hair as he squeezed me back lightly.

"Hey Martie ... " We stood there for a while, hugging, and then I finally pulled away. "What took you so long? I was worried sick y'know?!" I said in a jokingly angry tone, still crying while giggling a bit aswell.

He fiddled with his cravat, slowly untying it. "I know Mar ... But I'm back now, and nothing will ever seperate us ... " I later slid my hands under his jacket, allowing it to fall off. Just before it fell to the floor I catched it and hanged it on the hanger.

He later picked me up, carrying me to our bedroom bridal style. I couldn't stop laughing on the way, it felt like the day when we came back from our wedding.

He later sat me down on our bed, I saw him grip to the side and wince. "Jackie! Are you alright?! What's wrong?" He then waved his hand reassuring me that he is just "fine".

"It's nothing love, just an odd ... pain." I then squinted at him and asked "Be honest with me John, why were you really late?" He scoffed at me in responce ane turned towoard his dresser, flinging his ponytail.

He chuckled and then said "Martha, it was just a small hold up my sweet ... " I sighed and mumbled a small "alright" He spinned back at me and placed his hand on my cheek.

"I would never lie to you, never." I smiled softly and placed my lips against his as he took his other hand cupping my face with both.

I creeped my hands on his shirt and later felt something wrapped around his abdomen. When he realized it he jumped.

"Aha! So you are hiding something from me! Tell me what is it babes, please!" I said pleading him out of curiousity.

He stuttred as he tried to think of an excuse. "Uh ... It's ... " He sighed in defeat and pulled his shirt up revealing a bandage with some blood on it.

My eyes began to widen in shock at the sight. What happened to him and why wasn't I infromed about it?

"Dear Lord ... What happend John?!" He later stroked his thumb on my cheek. "Shh ... I'm just fine ... It is just that ..." He looked down.

"While fighting in the war I was shot ... They held me in a medic tent for about a week or so until they let me out saying I should be alright."

I didn't think twice before embracing him in a hug trying to contain myself from crying not wanting to upset him, like he said he was fine and I've got my husband back now and that's all that mattered.

He clutched my hand in his tenderly as he whispered "We should maybe get to bed now hun ... "

Jᴏʜɴ POV

I layed in my bed with Martha fast asleep beside me. I felt guilty about not letting her know about my wound before but I didn't wan't her to worry about anything especially while she was being left home alone heavily pregnant.

I turned back at her just to simply admire at her beautiful face. I later planted a kiss on her forehead and cuddled her with a smiling forming my face.

Adrienne cuddled to the cold space beside her, expecting Gilbert to be there. Groaning, she lazily picked herself up and grabbed the nearest shirt she could reach. Realizing it was his shirt she grabbed, she inhaled the scent she always loved about him. What happened the night before might explain why both of their clothes were in a storm on the floor.

Adrienne got out of the bedroom and went immediatly to the kitchen, hearing some cooking going on. From behind, she wrapped her arms around Lafayette, who’s intensely focused on his cooking.

“What are you cooking, cherie?” Adrienne asked, nuzzling her face between his shoulder blades.

“Breakfast, mon amour. Last night must have exhausted you.” He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on her temple. His morning voice was just one of the reasons why Adrienne loved waking up.

“Oui. Still amazing though.” Adrienne said, now walking towards the refrigerator. She heared him chuckle again, slightly shaking his head.

“You did phenomenal as well.” He answers. Adrienne walked back to the counter beside him and jumped on it. Watching Gilbert cook made him 10 times hotter than he already is.

“Adri, what are you eating?” He asks, noticing the small plate with a peace of cake in her hand.

“Breakfast.” Adrienne smirked, mocking what he said earlier. She slowly put the spoon with cake in her mouth.

“It’s early morning. That’s bad for your health, mon ange.” He says, glancing back at her, not wanting to ruin his cooking.

“I don’t want you as my nutritionist, Gilbert. Being my boyfriend is enough.” Adrienne smiled, knowing that disobeying him annoys Laf.

“Adrienne.” Gilbert says, showing a stern expression on his face.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Adrienne teased him once again. Lafayette turns off the stove and moved in between her legs. His face dangerously(or not) close to hers. He examines her from head to toe, finally looking back to her eyes with a smirk on his face.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” He whispers, placing his hands on her thighs.

“I don’t care.” Adrienne put her arms around his neck.

“Yeah keep it on. It looks hot on you.” He says, before finally placing a passionate kiss on her lips. Adrienne grabed the nape of his neck and move to the edge of the counter to deepen the already hot kiss. She heared him moan softly making her smirk into the kiss. He places his hands on her back, pulling her closer.

After a few minutes, which only felt like seconds to both of them, he pulled away. He softly placed his forehead on hers.

“Coffee crumble tastes better when it’s on your lips, amour.” He chuckles. Adrienne lightly slaps his shoulder.

“Sweet Jesus, Laf. You’re gross sometimes cherie.” Adrienne pushes him away. He kissed her again, sweeter and less intense than the last.

“And yet you love me.” He winks, continuing his cooking.