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Request: “Hello! I was wondering if you could include George Washington in The Ghosts That We Knew please? Your thing says requests are open-ish so i hope im not bothering you lol”

Words: about 1292

Warnings: Character death (shocker, I know), mentions of blood

A/N: This is unedited and un-beta’ed, so yea. Enjoy some terrible writing. I figured I would post this while I continue work on a couple of other projects. 

Again, if there are any characters you want to see, please feel free to request it!

Tags: @im-way-too-many-fandoms @beautifulfound

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Chapter 2

Warnings: Mentions of death, I think that’s it. If you see anything that needs a warning, please let me know!

Word Count: 2538

A/N: Here ya go, kiddos! This is where my mind went when asked to continue the story. Unfortunately for my Simcoe fans, he is not in this chapter since this is dealing with Caleb and the reader. This is really just building tension and adding fuel to the fire. My ask box is always open if you wanna yell at me about it. 

Special thank you to @allkinds-oftrash for being awesome and beta reading (am I using that right? I’m old and sleepy) this for me.

Tags: @im-way-too-many-fandoms @beautifulfound

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“Caleb?” You ask as he steps further out of the shadows towards you. You’re frozen in place, torn between wanting to take him into your arms or strangle him with your bare hands for what he put you through.

“What is he doing here?” You direct the question to your parents, completely ignoring the man that stands in front you.

“[Y/N], please I just need…” Caleb begins speaking.

“NO!” You shout, interrupting him. “You have absolutely no right to be here. Not what after you did.” You said as you watch your parents slowly make their way out of the room, your mother gives a light squeeze on your shoulder as she passes you.

“It’ll be okay, we’ll be upstairs.” She whispers to you before following your father.

“Please, [Y/N]. I just here to you talk, I promise. I’m worried about you.” He said, reaching out for you, but you pull your hand away from his.

“Oh, wonderful, a promise from Caleb Brewster. Shall I remind you of what happened the last time you promised me something?” You sarcastically ask him. You could feel all the anger and hurt you had buried over the last several years starting to claw their way to the surface, the longer you looked at him, the more intense those feelings became.

“I’m sorry for all of that, I am. I wish I could make it better and I am trying to, that’s part of the reason why I’m here.” He explains.

“You think that showing up here, unannounced in the middle of the night and saying you’re sorry is going to magically fix things? Get out. I don’t want to hear it, it’s too late.” You step aside, clearing his path between Caleb and the front door.

“Come on now, sweat pea, you’re in danger. You need to hear me out.” Caleb argues as he tries to once again reach out for you.

“York City is safer than whatever hole you obviously crawled out of, Mr. Brewster.” You answered with an icy tone.

“[Y/N], please I am beggin’ ya. I know I hurt ya bad in the past, but I need you to listen to me. You are not safe, there is a very dangerous man after you.” He pleads.

“What are you talking about? Why would anyone come after me? I’m not important, I’m just a tavern girl.” You shot back, not believing a word that was coming out of Caleb’s mouth.

Caleb took a large step towards you, holding onto your arm he whispers into your ear, “I’m a lieutenant in the Continental army, on a special assignment under Ben Tallmadge.” He starts to explain, but you can’t help but to roll your eyes at the mention of Ben, if both he and Caleb were involved, God only knows what mess they had gotten themselves into.

“Your name has come up in a few intelligence reports…” He continued.

“Intelligence reports with my name? Why would my name in any sort of report?” You interrupt, shaking your head at his terrible attempt at justifying his appearance.

“Because, sweet pea, there’s a man who has started to show interest in you, hasn’t there?” He questions you, but already knowing the answer.

“So there it is. The real reason you’re here, Caleb. You’ve found out that a man has shown interest in me and you’re here with your fabricated lies to cover for your jealousy.” You answer, pushing Caleb away from you. “You had your chance, Caleb.”

“For Christ’s sake, woman. Will you just let me finish without interruptin’?”

You turn away from Caleb, not wanting to look at him anymore and walk towards the living room. You were becoming not only physically exhausted, but emotionally exhausted as well, seeing Caleb and opening up all of your old scars was taking its toll. All you wanted now was to sleep and not deal with whatever problems Caleb was trying to dump on your doorstep. To say that you had run out of patience would be putting it very lightly.

This was not how you wanted your night to end. Your night had been so promising, you had finally found the courage to ask John about the Rangers he had following you. The encounter afterwards was even better than you had thought, you were confident and held your own with John. He wasn’t as terrible as everyone had claimed, yes his methods could be considered overkill, but he was still kind and respectful towards you.

“No, whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it and I want no part of it. I am perfectly capable of handling myself. The only thing I want from you, Caleb, is to get out of my home and to never speak to me again.” You replied, letting a bit more of your anger out.

“Stop bein’ so damn stubborn and listen to me. I am here because I am worried about ya, alright? I wanna keep you safe.” Caleb answered as he caught up with you.

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head at his statement. His concern for you, you rolled your eyes at the thought. After everything he put you through, for Caleb to march back in, or in this case probably break back into your life feigning concern just when you were starting to feel like you were finally starting to properly move on with your life, it was unfair. You were the one left to deal with the consequences not him, and now he stands before you spouting words about how sorry and concerned he is. You clench your fists; you can feel your nails digging into the flesh of your palms as you attempt to keep yourself together.

“Empty words and empty promises, Caleb. That’s all you’re good for.” You snap at him, walking further into the living room. Sitting down in your father’s armchair, closing your eyes as you rub your temples, trying to ease the headache that this encounter was giving you. You open your eyes to see Caleb standing in front of you, you try looking past him trying to wake up from whatever terrible dream this had to be that would bring Caleb to you.

He kneels in front you, pulling one of your hands away from your face so that he can hold it.

“Sweet Pea, it doesn’t have to be like this between us. Please, just hear me out and then you can scream and holler at me all you want.” He pleads you with.

You shake your head, “fine, if it’ll get you out of my house faster,” you respond as Caleb breathes a sigh of relief.

“Ben received intelligence from one of his operatives inside the city. This operative mentioned that a man named John Simcoe seemed to have taken an interest in you. Is that true? Has he tried courting you?”

“In a way, I suppose. He has shown interest, but I am not sure of his intentions.” You shake your head, catching yourself before you tell Caleb too much. “Why does it matter? We’re not together and I am free to associate with whomever I’d like.”

“It matters because he’s a dangerous man, [Y/N]. He has done terrible things, you need to stay away from him.”

You slowly pull your hand out of Caleb’s, letting it hover near his bearded cheek for a moment.

“No,” you reply. “John may very well be…unconventional in his tactics, but aren’t we in the middle of a war? Wouldn’t the British consider you to be dangerous? Haven’t you done terrible things? Besides, John has only ever been respectful towards me.”

Caleb scoffs as he hears you refer to Simcoe by his given name.

“[Y/N], please be reasonable. I swear I am not sayin’ this out of jealousy, I’m tellin’ you this because I’m worried about your wellbeing, love. That man is nothin’ but trouble, you and your family need to stay far away from him.”

You push Caleb away from you, you watch as he stares up at you from the floor.

“How dare you, you come in here with your lies and have the nerve to tell me how to live my life.”

“Love, I’m not lyin’. I could tell you everything horrible thing he’s done to us, to our home, to…” Caleb starts

“That’s not what I’m talking about, Caleb. Your lies about caring about me.” The tears you had managed to hold back started to fall down your cheeks. You angrily wiped them away, feeling ashamed that you let Caleb get to you like this.

Caleb sat up, confused and unsure of how to continue. He knew he wanted to comfort you that you deserved to be comforted. He wanted to make sure that you were always safe and protected, but now seeing you sit in that old armchair trying to hide your tears from him, Caleb wasn’t sure if he had it in him to do anything, everything he seemed to do just made things worse.

“You left me all alone to deal with the consequences, Caleb. Do you know how cruel people can be? How quickly those who were once considered friends turned their backs on me? Or called me a whore to my face? No, I suppose you don’t, because you were off having adventures off in Greenland or God knows where else.” You said, staring him down as you let all your pent up anger and hurt out.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity I had to take it. I thought you would wait for me, that you’d be there when I came home.” He tried to reason with you.

“Like a loyal dog, waiting for it’s master to return?”

“That’s not what I meant, love, and you know it. Stop being cruel.” Caleb gets up from the floor and sits in the armchair across from you.

“No, Caleb, what is cruel was having to listen to our friends and neighbors whisper behind my back. Or hearing things such as,” You continue speaking in a mocking tone, “’Well, that’s what she gets for laying with the Brewster boy. What a harlot. I thought her parents raised her better than that.’” You return to your normal speaking voice, “But yes, I suppose I was cruel for not waiting for you to come home.”

Caleb just sits across from you, feeling ashamed that his actions you to suffer alone like that. You’re no longer looking at him; instead you stare into the fire watching the flames dance. Caleb opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off continuing your story.

“I honestly don’t know what was worse, their cruel words or their fake sympathy after.”

“What do you mean after?” Caleb asks feeling confused, like he’s missed an important detail of the story.

“After I gave birth, our son…” You voice gets smaller, less angry but far more heartbroken.

“I have a son? Is he upstairs? Can I meet him? I know it’s late, but who knows if I’ll ever get another chance. Wait, why didn’t your parents tell me?” Caleb continues to throw what feels like a thousand questions at you, not allowing you to answer before throwing another one. Caleb bounces to his feet, about to run towards the staircase. You stop him by grabbing his arm, holding him back and putting a stop to the questions.

“Sit down, Caleb. Please.” You ask, looking up at him knowing that you were about to break his heart. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments as you tried to collect your thoughts and tried to form them into words.

“Our son, Gabriel, he only lived for two months.” The tears start to blur your vision, but you can still see Caleb, he sits across from you holding his head in his hands. “Afterwards, people still whispered cruel things about me, but some of them were replaced with forced condolences, or telling me that it was better for me this way. I could live my life without the constant reminder of my shame following me around.”

After you finish speaking, the only sound in the room is the sound of the slowly dying fire, neither of you sure of what to say to each other. You had just broken Caleb, just as he had broken you when he left.

You reach up to the locket around your neck, squeezing it in your left hand as you close your eyes, imagining your little boy and what he would look like today. You had always hoped that he would have Caleb’s dark curls and his bright smile. You picture this little boy, your little angel, running around while you happily chase after him. You smile at this thought, but heartbroken that it will always remain nothing more than a painful daydream.

You wipe the tears from your eyes as you look over at Caleb; he’s slouching in his chair. His normally bright and vibrant personality are gone, the only way you can describe how he looks is to say he looks defeated.

“I know I keep sayin’ it, but I am truly sorry, [Y/N]. I had no idea you went through all of that by yourself. I wish I had known.”

“It’s my fault, Caleb. You were really never one to think of the consequences of your actions, I should have realized it sooner. Maybe all of this could have been avoided if I did.”

Caleb gets out of his chair and once again kneels before you.

“If I had any idea that you were carryin’ my child, I never would have left. I would’ve stayed and made things right.”

“What’s done is done, Caleb. There is no point in living and constantly wondering ‘what if’. That’s no way to live.” You lift his chin so that you can look into each other’s eyes, “we both have to learn to live with our scars and allow them to make us stronger.”

Caleb rests his head in your lap, there was still a part of you that wanted to push him away and never forgive him for all the pain he caused you. Instead, you run your fingers through his dark curls, listening to his quiet cries and whispers of  apologies into your skirts. You had carried the anger and hurt for far too long, it was time to take your own advice and live with your scars.

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Summary: John Graves Simcoe becomes interested in a seemingly normal girl in Townsend’s tavern, he sets out to learn more about her before deciding on his next move.

Characters: John Graves Simcoe, Caleb Brewster, Robert Townsend, James Rivington

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Warnings: mentions of blood, I think that’s it. Let me know if there’s anything else.

Words: About 2100

A/N: It’s been awhile since I last posted something, so here ya go! This was not requested, but I wanted to write a vampire thing and I had this terrible & dumb idea. This was suppose to be a drabble, but I got carried away. Sorta based on True Blood vampires. I’m hoping to have a request posted soon, if I can get the story unstuck.

Tags: @im-way-too-many-fandoms @beautifulfound

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“I can’t do this anymore, Caleb. I can’t surround myself with all this death and bloodshed and act like it’s normal. I want…need my old life back.” You avoided making eye contact with Caleb, fearing the moment you looked into his eyes rather you would give in. The two of you had been arguing for hours and you were emotionally and physically tired of it all.

“Come on, love. Please don’t say that, you know I’ll always keep you safe. Whatever it takes, remember?” Caleb pleaded with you, reaching out for your hand, which you quickly pulled away from him.

“No, you can’t and you can’t possibly promise that. I can’t take looking over my shoulder and wondering if today will be the day that Simcoe and his pack get me and try to use me against you and Ben. I’m tired of it, Caleb. I’m tired of being a pawn in someone else’s game.” You were trying your best not to break down in front of him, you needed to be strong in order to do this but that didn’t keep your voice or heart from breaking.

“Please, [Y/N], we can make this work. We can start over somewhere new, just me and you. We can go wherever you want. Just say you’ll think about it, that’s all I ask. Please.” He begged, you still had yet to look him in eyes but you could hear the pain in his voice.

You looked up to see red tears falling down his face, you felt your heart beginning to crumble. You had never felt so conflicted before, you wanted to comfort him and tell him you were sorry for hurting him, but you wanted him and all the drama that followed him out of your life. You knew you had to end it, you needed to be your own person again.

“I hope you can forgive me for this,” you stepped over to him, kissing his cheek and taking in his scent of woodsmoke and the ocean one last time before walking over to your front door and opening it. “Caleb Brewster, I rescind your invitation into my home.” You finally gave into the tears while you watched an invisible force violently push him out of your home. You shut the door in his face and leaned against it, debating on whether or not to open it again.

“I’ll always love you, [Y/N]. Please remember that.” You could hear his voice on the other side of the door.

Caleb spent the next month sitting at your bedroom window every night, singing to you while you slept and keeping an eye out for Simcoe or his pack before you finally broke and turned to Mary for a protection spell to keep him and all other supernatural creatures away from your home.

Two months in and you still felt the pain of his absence. You tried purging him from your life, you burned all the letters he insisted on writing you and all the photos of you two together. You deleted and blocked every trace of Caleb from your phone and social media. You wanted to it to feel like he never existed in your life but nothing seemed to make the pain go away. Your resolve was beginning to crack, you had constant arguments with yourself on whether or not to go back to him. You were starting to think you’d made the biggest mistake of your life.

Three months in and you finally couldn’t take it anymore, he was gone from your life but the traces of his blood in your veins still brought you dreams of him every night. You couldn’t escape him, no matter how hard you tried. You had managed to help sneak your way into New York City, traveling only during the day and staying in the homes of fellow humans who specialized in helping people like you.

It was just shy of four months later when you finally found a vampire willing to help you, and all he asked for was a feeding, a fair price he claimed for breaking the bond of another vampire and their mate, he was intrigued that Caleb had yet to turn you. He said he usually broke the bonds of makers and progenies, but was more than willing to assist you in breaking your bond to Caleb. His assistant, Abigail, who introduced herself to you as a faerie who would be helping Mr. Andre with severing the bond, welcomed you into the house and led you into a beautifully decorated candle lit office.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. John will be in shortly.” Abigail smiled as she walked out of the room. You were only alone for a few minutes before a handsome man walked into the office and made his way over to you, he took a seat next to you.

He introduced himself and made small talk while doing his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible. Soon enough his charming nature began to work its magic on you as you started to feel at home beside him. He finally cut right to the chase and said he would start with the feeding, to ensure that you were feeding him of your own free will and not while under his influence.

“I promise to be gentle as I can, Miss [Y/N].” John softly whispered into your ear as he tilted your head to the side, allowing him better access to your delicate neck. As his fangs pierced the soft skin of your neck, your mind filled with thoughts of all the times you fed Caleb and the feeling of his beard tickling your neck. You wanted to push John off of you and find Caleb, but you wiped away the tears from your eyes and let John finish feeding. After he finished, he bit into his wrist and allowed you to drink, when you tried to stop, he urged you to drink more.

“Oh, my dear girl, did I hurt you?” He asked as notices a tear falling down your cheek.

“No, not at all. I’m just ready for this to be over, for this constant feeling of my heart breaking to go away and that I’ve made a mistake.” You quietly admitted while you sat up and nervously rubbed the spot where John had bit you.

“My blood will take care of those troublesome dreams of your former paramour, I shall do my part in removing the memories of him and Abigail will use her magic to make sure we properly break the bond.” John reassured you. “Now, what was the name of your mate?”

“Caleb. Caleb Brewster.” You weakly smiled, you never realized how much you had missed having his name on your lips.

“I can see why Mr. Brewster chose you for his mate and why he never turned you, Miss [Y/N]. You are by far the lovliest young lady and with the sweetest blood that I have had in centuries,” you blushed at his compliments, but deep down they only served to remind you of the things Caleb would tell you before and after feeding. “All I need you to do is to listen to the sound of my voice and look into my eyes, and do not look away. There’s no need for you to worry, Abigail and I will take care of the rest and make sure you are returned home safely. I hope we can meet again, under better circumstances of course.” John smiled as he held your hand, kissing your knuckles.

You woke up late the following morning feeling happy, almost like it a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You smiled as you stretched out on the large bed, you felt like you had a new path laid out before you.

It had been more a year since you had spent that evening with John, you could never remember why you were in New York with him in the first place, but a voice in your head would always tell you that life was better with a bit of mystery.

You walked up the steps of Anna and Selah’s house, you had been trying figure out when the last time you had spent time with all of your friends but you couldn’t remember. You rarely left your home, especially at night, but tonight was Anna’s birthday and she always went all out for her birthday so you felt obligated to make an appearance.

Before you had the chance to knock on the door, Selah swung the door open and greeted you, “[Y/N]!” He pulled you for a hug, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in centuries. Annie’s gonna be thrilled you made it.”

“Considering that I am very much a human, I highly doubt that it’s been centuries.” You teased him while he escorted you into the living room where most of the guests were gathered.

You spent most of the party catching up with Mary and Abe and looking at pictures of their children. Finally, after what felt like centuries of listening to Abe ramble on about his new obsession for organic gardening, Anna saved you as she pulled you into the makeshift dance floor, saying it was time for you to have a good time.

You laughed while she tried to teach you some ridiculously old fashioned formal dance, until you noticed a man in the corner of the room staring at you like the sight of you was causing him pain. You tried to push the thought of this stranger out of your mind while you continued dancing with Anna. The rest of the night, the bearded man was always in the corner of whatever room you were in, constantly watching you.

Once the party started to die down as the sunrise was quickly approaching, you found yourself alone in the kitchen helping to clean up the mess left behind.

“Hey.” You heard someone greet you, you turned around to see the bearded man from earlier standing in the doorway. “Were you just gonna to ignore me all night?”

“I’m sorry?” You were confused at his question.

“That’s all you have to say, [Y/N]? You’ve had me so worried,” he tried walking towards you, but you managed to keep the kitchen table between you and this unknown man. “I thought somethin’ terrible happened to you. I tried gettin’ a hold of you for months.”

“I think you may have me confused with someone else.” You were beginning to get scared of the man standing in front of you, but something also felt vaguely familiar about him.

“Stop playing games, [Y/N]. We’ve been through too much together for such childish games.” The anger and frustration in his voice made you want to run, but knowing that most of Anna’s friends were also vampires, you knew wouldn’t even make it to the door before he got to you. You were kicking yourself for not bringing your silver mace.

“Please. You have me confused with someone else, we have never met. Just let me go, I promise I won’t say anything to Anna or Selah.” You pleaded.

“[Y/N]. I’m not gonna hurt you, I would never do that, you know me. I’m sorry I have to do this.” He was next to you before you had the chance to react. He held your head still while he looked into your frightened eyes. “Listen to me, [Y/N]. I’m not going to hurt, you know that, right?” You obediently nodded, he hated he had to use his powers on you but you were worrying him and it was all he had left. He would deal with the guilt of breaking yet another promise to you later, but right now he just wanted to know why you were treating him like he was a stranger.

“Do you know who I am?” Caleb asked, he looked into your glassy eyes while you shook your head no. There was only thing could explain why you couldn’t remember him, and he prayed that you didn’t go with that option.

“Do remember Caleb?” He held out hope that his name was still in there somewhere, you may not remember his face but you had to remember how much you loved each other and everything you had been to be together. Surely there was no way to break that bond, no vampire or witch was powerful enough to sever a bond that strong. You didn’t answer him, just stared at him with a vacant look in your eyes.

“Please answer me, [Y/N]. Do you remember Caleb?”

Warnings: Mentions of death, other than that I don’t think there’s anything.

Word Count: 581

Request: “What waking up with Anna would be like”

A/N: I am so sorry 🙈 this did not go in the direction I wanted it to. I really tried, but my stupid brain said nope. Anyway, this turned into an Anna x fem!reader, I hope that makes up for what you’re about to read. 😬

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You had been awake for awhile now, a small smile on your face as you watched Anna sleeping. The feeling of her soft skin against yours and her legs tangled with yours, it made you feel like your heart was going to burst out of happiness and break out of sadness all at once. But even with your conflicting emotions, all you wanted to do was lie there beside her for the rest of your life and pretend the world outside your bedroom door didn’t exist.

The two of you had been inseparable growing up, but soon life and it’s responsibilities and expectations pulled you away from each other.  That was until the universe brought you back together, and soon it felt like you became each other’s foundations. Anna was there holding your hand, as you buried your husband and child. You comforted her when they dragged Selah off to the Jersey, your home became hers after they nailed the bill of attainder to her front door. You held her together after she thought Selah died on that prison ship. She stood by your side as you felt your heart being ripped out of your chest watching Selah walk up to her and kiss her when Ben and his men invaded during the Battle of Setauket. You watched helplessly as she boarded a boat with after the the battle, and it took everything in you not to jump in the water and swim out to her after Anna jumped off the boat. The two you were only able to finally comfort each other behind the closed doors of your home.

You always knew the little world the two of had created for yourselves was never meant to last, but you convinced yourselves that you could make it last at least until the end of the war. That was until your parents decided it was time for you to remarry, they claimed that they wanted you to marry because they didn’t feel safe having you, a young woman, alone in your home with a war going on. But you knew the truth, you were a young widow with money and land and your parents looked to increase their wealth and standing. It destroyed you when you told Anna and saw how broken she looked and knowing there was nothing you could do to fix her since you were just was as broken as she was.

Now here you were, the day before your wedding, spending the morning in bed in the arms of the woman you loved wishing you could freeze time. You pulled Anna closer to you, pressing a kiss on her forehead, trying your best to hold back your tears. Anna slowly opens her eyes as you softly push a lock of her dark hair off of her face.

“Please don’t cry, [Y/N]. If this is truly going to be our last day together, I won’t have you spending it in tears.” Anna said with a small smile as she wiped a tear away from your eye.