#Monseiur Morning

[chiro-asuta-vulpes]

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[theroyalthornoliachronicles]

Nephew of Madame la Reine to be Married

A surprise announcement came from la famille royale this morning when it was announced le Comte de Montavin is set to marry Mademoiselle Giselle Roux, daughter to the Comte et Comtesse de Gregny.

Nephew to Madame la Reine, le Comte de Montavin is the son to le Marquis and the late Marquise de Montavin. His mother was the elder sister of our Madame la Reine, lost in childbirth, and it is known le Comte was raised not only by his father, but by Madame la Reine as well. While we have not paid much attention to the other matches happening throughout the season, particularly when the interest to follow the exploits of our young Monseigneur are at the forefront of our minds, we cannot help but congratulate le Comte and his future bride.

The announcement further detailed the marriage is to take place on the twenty-seventh of May, a mere five days away! We are certain Madame la Reine has her hands full, not only with the last preparations for the Prix de Thornolie, but for her nephew's upcoming nuptials.

Though, before we can turn our attentions to the wedding, it is best to focus instead on the Prix de Thornolie. Excitement for the event is high, particularly among the lower classes who will have the chance to attend the royal festivities. This will be the first event of the new season which puts la famille royale in such close quarters with the rest of the Thornolian people, something we are told Madame la Reine was adamant about when putting together this première saison. A small procession to the event will be lead by carriages holding la famille royale, followed by the leading noble families of Thornolia. The races will begin shortly after, and all winners will be presented their awards by Monseiur le Roi et Monseigneur L'Épin.

Of course, we must wonder who will be on the arm of our Monseigeur. Will it once more be Mademoiselle Valery, or is he still pursuing other options? Only time will tell.

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[james-cromwell]

Monseiur, how are you this morning? You have a moment to speak?

O.Monet

Quite well, thank you. Of course, come inside Sir. *smiles and opens door for him*

[madame-du-barry]

https://www.tumblr.com/james-cromwell/716429274943504384/monseiur-how-are-you-this-morning-you-have-a?source=share

well watch out for this dude. what a chode

I’ve been called worse. *shrugs* Though, I do need to sell something…

[midautumnnightdream]

For the fifth day of Cosette Appreciation Week, the prompt 'black'.

**

Courfeyrac clucked his tongue, leaning back from the balustrade, where he had been observing Marius and Cosette make their hurried approach across the Luxembourg. "A fine pair you make. Mademoiselle Lanoire and Monsieur Lenoir. And twenty minutes late to boot."

Cosette raised an eyebrow at the unusual greeting, as she handed Courfeyrac her parasol – black – so that she could better adjust her bonnet – black – and the hems of her pelerine – black, albeit exquisitely embroidered with tiny purple flowers.

"Is Monsieur lodging a complaint against my sartorial sensibilities? You didn't seem to mind them yesterday, when you spent all morning trying to decide on a waistcoat pattern."

"Complaint? Oh no not at all." Courfeyrac hurried to assure, shaking his head hard enough to send his curls bouncing in every direction. "Mademoiselle is the very vision of the next year's fashion plates – although the dressmakers of the city will be hard-pressed to find models capable of carrying such colouring with half of her vivacity. As for Monsieur le Baron, I shall refrain from commenting."

‘Monsieur le Baron’ rewarded that aside with a playful scowl. "Courfeyrac will have his little witticisms. Cosette, if you ever wish to know peace again, I suggest you pay him no heed."

"Monsieur wounds me," complained Courfeyrac, settling between his two friends, and offering an arm to each. "My good behaviour is much more easily bought. Walk with me, and satisfy my curiousity. Why black? Are you aspiring to join a religious order, or is that the dogma of a private church, a pact formed between the two of you, which neither shall break, before the other does?"

Cosette laughed. "Nothing so solemn, M'sieur Courfeyrac. It is a bit of a childhood habit I suppose – my Maman was of opinion that if I was going to get dust and mud and grass stains on every dress I wore, they should be made dark enough not to show. And later, when I learned to sew my own dresses, I kept to the colour palette, if not always the choice of cuts and materials." She grinned a bit. "It was a fair war too. Maman will tell you, we had some right rows over what is and isn't suitable for young girl to wear. But it matters not," she continued, twirling the dark handle of her parasol between her fingers. "There's something a bit grand about black dress, isn't there? It's a bit like having a secret that no one else knows."

"Except for Monsieur le Baron, of course," Courfeyrac concluded with a grin. "Now I’m mightily curious about his reasoning." He twisted around, so he could walk backwards, facing the couple. "What do you say, Monseiur l'abbé? What is your excuse?"

"Monsieur le Baron is my father," Marius complained. "And I'm no more an abbé than Cosette is. What? Black is fine and sensible colour, and it's very practical."

"You're wasting your time," Cosette advised. "I've been picking out his fabrics since I was old enough to help Maman."

"Really? Is that so?" If possible, Courfeyrac's grin grew even wider, threatening to spill over the edges. "I beg you, Mademoiselle, because now I really must know –  what is that secret of yours?"

Cosette gave en elegant shrug. "He looks very pretty in black."

[myselfinserts]

Perhaps, if he’d paid attention in class, he wouldn’t have been remembered as such a failure.

The end of the quarter was coming. The break before the summer sessions would be starting soon. As a result, everyone was rushing to get study time in the library. The private rooms were booked out until the end of finals. And Regi was struggling to get his work done in French. 

So when Lisette came by the other day to help with the kittens and asked if he wanted to join her study group, he jumped at the chance. Most of his friends were already in it. At least, he considered them all friends. Henri and Grégory for sure. And Blanche, of course. He still wasn’t certain on where he stood with Allard, but he was sure it wasn’t outright hatred. Massive dislike and reluctant acceptance? At the very least, he was certain the man didn’t hate him nearly as much as he did before the Perun tour.  

Better than nothing, he supposed. 

He’d arrived to class early, prepping the seats with school approved study books for the upcoming assignment, when he’d gotten the notification on his phone. Lisette had sent him a link to the study group’s chat. 

Smiling, he clicked the link.

>  'Grumpy Cat Owner' added 'Reginald Gladstone' to the group.

>  'Vast Queen' changed 'Reginald Gladstone' to 'Otter Child'

Otter Child: Wait. Wait, why am I 'Otter Child'.

Vast Queen: This is why.

Regi felt his ears burning as he saw the image of himself be uploaded to the group chat. He hadn't realized he'd been photographed. His last hair tie had snapped that morning, so his hair was down the entire day yesterday. He'd also happened to be studying. In the quad. After having found a really nice, smooth, perfectly sized rock just the day before. Marianne had talked to him about 'stress stones' and their uses. He thought it'd be a good one for it. And it was.

Until he was photographed using it to run through his hair like a baby otter.

Otter Child: Okay. I think I earned that one.

Étienne Allard: I hope you cleaned that rock before putting it in your hair, Gladstone.

Otter Child: Of course I did!

> 'Vast Queen' changed 'Étienne Allard' to 'Delightful Sunshine'.

Delightful Sunshine: Must you change my name every time I log in.

Gay-zer-Beam: Get used to it Allard.

Otter Child: There's no icons, who is who?

Gay-zer Beam: It's Didier, dumbass.

Otter Child: Seriously?

Gay-zer Beam: I make one mention of liking 'The Incredibles' and this has been my nickname since.

Grumpy Cat Owner: To be fair, Edna Mode is a mood.

Otter Child: A big mood.

Delightful Sunshine: What the hell is an 'Edna Mode'?

Otter Child: EXCUSE ME?! I’m shocked YOU of all people don’t know about Edna!

Vast Queen: Looks like we’ll have to watch it during break.

Delightful Sunshine: Absolutely not. And Gladstone, aren’t you supposed to be in class doing prep work?

Otter Child: You remembered?

Glitter Princess: Who would have guessed.

Handy Man: They shall have a summer wedding.

Vast Queen: Oh, how sweet~

Otter Child: Please don’t.

Gay-zer Beam: Always pictured Gladstone as more of a Winter Wedding man, but Summer makes more sense for Allard.

Delightful Sunshine: I hate all of you.

Otter Child: Please no talks of weddings while I’m having girlfriend trouble. 

Glitter Princess: girlfriend trouble?

Handy Man: Sorry Regi. That’s gotta be tough. 

Delightful Sunshine: Can’t relate. 

Gay-zer Beam: Same. 

Otter Child: The Subject. Change it. Please. 

Glitter Princess: Okay. New Subject: I heard one of your classmates tried to kill Perun. That true?

Otter Child: NO

Delightful Sunshine: Just his assistant. 

Otter Child: THERE WAS NO ATTEMPTED MURDER

Gay-zer Beam: Pity. I heard the guy was a potential drop out and a hopeful for the Perun internship. Double duty failure.

Grumpy Cat Owner: Pretty sad he won’t be remembered much now. Heard he had a pretty nifty Quirk.

Handy Man: Oh how the hopeful fall fast. 

Delightful Sunshine: Perhaps, if he’d paid attention in class, he wouldn’t have been remembered as such a failure.

Otter Child: Pretty sure I’ll be remembering him for more than his class placement. He owes me a pair of glasses.

Delightful Sunshine: As if he would pay for those. 

Gay-zer Beam: Anyway, I gotta go. I have Dolce’s class next. We on for next week, Lydie?

Glitter Princess: Only if you found me a tutor for Japanese like I asked. No tutor, no treats. 

Grumpy Cat Owner: We got you one, don’t worry. 

Otter Child: Wait, is that why you invited me to the group?

Grumpy Cat Owner: No, I also want you to learn better French. No offense, but you suck at it. 

Delightful Sunshine: Finally something we agree on.

Otter Child: Okay, fair. So what are we talking? Just writing or speaking Are you learning common or standard? Particular dialects? I have tons of work books we can look over but it’ll help if I know where we’re starting from.

Glitter Princess: .......

Gay-zer Beam: We’ll show you the worksheets later. I need help too. 

Vast Queen: We’ll send you the date and time for the study session. It’s at the same cafe we usually hit up.

Otter Child: Okay. 

Hearing the door click, Regi sighed, shooting a quick goodbye before putting his phone away as Rosine walked into the classroom. She was rolling in a couple of boxes, all of which he recognized from the office just two days ago. He fought the burning of his ears. 

“Can you place these files to the assigned numbered student please?” Rosine asked. “Last big assignment before the end of term and it’s vital that no one gets missed.”

“Sure thing, Madam.” Regi took one of the boxes, opening one up and smiling as he got to work. “Is this the ‘Two Sides, Same Coin’ assignment?”

Rosine nodded. “Yes. And this year because the pool is so large, this assignment is crucial. So don’t screw up the pass outs.”

“Got it.” He paused. “Mind if I ask who I got? Or do I have to wait for my cake like the rest of the kids?”

She smiled, letting out a small snort. “I gave you Chimera Third. Figured that would be a good challenge for you.” Rosine started writing on the board. “By the way, about last night-”

Regi winced. He’d been trying hard to forget about it. A robbery in progress that he was about to take care of on the clock, and Mary swooped in and not only finished it for him, but did so off the clock, forgetting her permit to operate in Paris back in her hotel room. A room which was no doubt racking up a lot of money. And no doubt the person behind the robbery would use that fact to get the charges dropped. 

How am I going to deal with her? 

“I swear, Madam, I had no idea Mary would-”

“I’ve already sent a complaint to the EHA on behalf of the agency. They said they’ll arrange for Mary to go home by the start of next year.” Rosine’s nose wrinkled. “I was hoping it’d be sooner, but it’ll only be sooner if the Geodes decide she’s worth scouting.”

“I’m sorry,” He muttered. 

“Don’t apologize, Regi. I’m glad you handled the situation as well as you did. You’re rather brave.”

This made him pause. “What’s so brave about telling off my girlfriend for interfering with work?”

Rosine stopped writing, glancing over her shoulder with a soft, forlorn look. “Reginald, speaking up against loved ones can be far harder than speaking up against an enemy. And I’ve seen McMiller. If I were to be honest...you could do better. You should do better.”

This took him aback. “Huh?”

Rosine simply shrugged and turned back to the board. “Sorry, I overstepped. You’re a smart boy. You’ll figure it out.”

Regi said nothing, and continued to pass out the files, struggling to focus long enough to get it done. Mary always had a way of screwing him over it seemed. 

At least I have the study group now. And Meatloaf. And Luci’s visit coming up next week. Yeah. Yeah, I’ll manage. Just one day at a time. 

The students started filing in not long after Regi finished passing out the folders. He made himself comfortable, feeling a slight sense of unease at some of the students’ reactions to the files. No one touched them yet, but they seemed rather stumped. 

After role call, Rosine stood up front. “Before you are files on Heroes who have been well known in international circles for the last fifty years. You will not know who you’ve been assigned until you open your files. Your job is to create an essay on the Hero you’ve been assigned, going over how their involvement in the world of support affected it and vice versa, and then by the last week of the term, I expect them all turned in. Extra credit will be given to those who also do a presentation.” She glanced across the room, taking in the piercing gaze of the students. “As you’ve seen after our little field trip, one of you has already been knocked out of the running. This assignment is crucial to your moving on in my courses specifically. To those who are failing, this essay will bring you up to a passing grade and allow you to move up with any teacher you pick. However-” her eyes narrowed - “only 60% of you will be able to move on to my advanced classes. Even less if you get subpar marks.” Rosine smiled. “But most of you are passing, so there’s no need to worry too much.” 

Regi remained quiet, his mind still wandering away from him slightly after the previous night's patrol. He was too tired to pay attention to anyone else complaining. And there were complaints. He could hear the occasional groan or gasp of disbelief. This was considered one of Rosine’s harder assignments, rather infamous among the school. 

“Alright. Your syllabus is with your files, please take the rest of class to read them over.” With a turn, she headed back to her seat to start in on some paperwork. 

"Madame! Can I switch with someone for this essay?!"

Here we go, Regi thought, flipping open his file. 

"And why," Rosine started, "would I allow that, Monseiur Dosier?"

Dosier held up his hero file. "You gave me some no named D-lister from a little island off the coast of the UK. How the hell am I supposed to do an essay on his support tech escapades?"

This caught Regi's attention.

Rosine gave Dosier a hard stare. "That hero whose profile you hold was the number three on his hero association's leaderboard for a little over a decade and only just recently retired. Not to mention he's relatively respected by the Canadian branches of support design, particularly by Matsumoto Inc. I'd hardly call that a 'no named D-lister'."

Dosier did not seem to want to listen. "But no one even knows how to get any of the info on his tech! This file is just two pages! No contacts, no hero agency, nothing! You're setting me up to fail!"

Right away, Regi knew who he was talking about. And it would be an easy A for him. But he remained quiet. He wanted to actually feel like he earned this grade. 

"If someone is willing to switch with you, then fine. I won't stop you." She turned back to her paperwork. "Just know that who you get in return might end up being tougher on your skills than this one. Though I don't know anyone else brave enough to research the bastard. Probably the most difficult profile I assign when this essay comes about."

"Then why assign it?!"

"I'll take it." 

Much to everyone's surprise, Étienne stood up and walked over to Dosier, taking the file before dropping another, much larger stack of files, on his desk. Regi watched him carefully. He seemed almost excited. A glint in his eye he rarely saw. 

"I'd gotten All Might. Frankly, his foray into the world of support items doesn't interest me. I'd prefer a challenge." Étienne returned to his seat, leaving Dosier gaping like a fish. "Now will you kindly shut the fuck up?"

Regi tried very hard not to snort and turned back to his file, already making notes on some of the topics he’d cover. He’d never really explored much into support design and Beast Power quirks on his own before, but he wanted to. This would be the perfect chance. 

About ten minutes before class wrapped up, Regi got a text. 

> Last I checked, your uncle’s name was supposed to be Elbert Silverson, correct?

> That’s right. He’s technically my half-uncle. He’s my mom’s half sister. 

> Then why the hell do some of these early files have his name listed as Manabu Hirano? 

> Ah. That’s a bit of a long story on the why part, but the short of it is he took his mother’s maiden name when his parents divorced and decided to go by his middle name instead.  

> Stupid decision. Elbert is a stupid sounding name. 

> Better than Reginald tho, right? My grandparents used to call me “Reiji” if you’d prefer to call me that. 

> Fucking stuff it, Gladstone. If I need anything else for this assignment, I’ll message you. 

> Not a problem. Oh, and here’s a photo of Amber from this morning. She’s in a bit of a milk coma. 

> NOT IN CLASS YOU IDIOT!

> Sorry!

Regi winced, but still glanced down at Étienne from his spot in the back. He could just make out the tiniest of smiles. Not enough to be noticed by anyone else in class, but enough that he could distinct it from his usual grimace. 

He resisted the urge to text Étienne further, and turned back to his work. 

[olivia-is-confused]

Crumble Cake Lover

Prompt: The reader works at a bakery and she has a crush on Lafayette, who visits her bakery every day. One day, she has more than desert and a drink to give him.

Pairing: Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette X Reader (Yes I typed that out)

Tagged people: @iputmyselfintothenarrative

      The sunset was shining brightly through the glass windows, illuminating y/n’s y/h/c hair which was pulled into a messy bun. She watched snowflakes fall onto the busy streets, setting a beautiful view. Her dress swayed back and forth as she swept the bakery floor, flour immediately building up on both the floor and her dress. She sighed, what a mess. The bakery would’ve opened in 10 ½ minutes, and y/n was defiantly not ready. Quickly y/n pushed the mess away into a corner which she hoped no one would see. Well, only one person was coming today because she had a special costumer, so she had not much to worry. Tired from work, y/n sat down in the chair behind the counter, and started to hum Isis by Jean-Baptiste Lully; a French song her mother had taught her when she was little. The bell on the door had rang, y/n already knew who. “Bonjour, madame Y/n. Ça fait tellement froid dernièrement. Puis-je avoir un-(Good morning Ms. Y/n, may I have a-) » Y/n grinned. « Un gâteau de crumble, Lafayette monsieur ? Tout de suite ! (Crumble Cake, Lafayette sir ? Coming right up!), y/n said, matching his heavy french accent with her light one. « Comment s'est passée votre journée, monsieur. ? » (How has your day been, sir?). The man looked up, lending a smile which made her heart leap. A blush creeped onto her face, stay calm, just stay calm. «Incroyable. Comment avez-vous été ? (Amazing. How have you been?). «Parfait. » (Perfect.) Y/n fixed her eyes on him while he was staring out the window, he was parfait. She had never found why, but she was very fond of Lafayette. The way the Frenchman’s hair perfectly fluffed, the way he teased you, or the way his skin was tanned but turned a charming shade of velvet when he blushed ; you didn’t know what, but he was breathtaking. The butterflies swole in your stomach, focus on your shoes, focus on your shoes. Y/n took a deep breath. « Terre à y/n, vous là ? (Earth to y/n, you there?). She snapped. « Oh, je suis désol��. Je viens de zoomer. » (Oh, I’m sorry. I just zoomed out.) » Y/n claimed. She wasn’t zooming out, she was just watching him. A blush inched up her cheeks. Had he noticed y/n staring him down ? Oh no, had he noticed ? Y/n’s hands started to tap her fingers and the soles of her feet up and down. « Je reviens tout de suite, monsieur. » (I’ll be right back, sir.) The Frenchman nodded as you slid back into your bathroom, sitting on the floor, breathing deeply. You got this Y/n, you got this. Y/n headed back into the bakery, where Lafayette was waiting. « Vous chartez magnifiquent, ma douce. Encore mieuxen francias, vous saves ? » (You sing beautifully, my sweet. Even better in French, you know?) Y/n was caught like a deer in the headlights. « Merci beaucoup, monseiur ! Attendes, combien de temps tu m'écoutes chanter ? » (Thank you, sir ! Wait, how long were you listening to me sing ? ») Y/n felt her insides melt and butterflies rise. You got this. The man chuckled, his hair bounced a little bit as he did, the Fenchman’s wide smile sending even more butterflies fluttering. «Chérie, je t'entendias chanter d'un pâté de maisons. Vous avez besion de murs plus épais. (Honey, I heard you singing a block away. You need thicker walls. » A blush rose on y/n’s cheeks as she felt her knees weaken. His smile really did lighten the room, y/n thought. « Vraiment? Merde. » (Really ? Crap.) y/n giggled. The sound of trafic filled the air as Lafayette began to speak. « Vous savez, vous pouvez chanter très bien. » (You know, you can sing very beautifully. » Y/n tucked her hair behind her ear, twiddling her thumbs. A rush of butterflies flew quickly through her chest or maybe that was the flour you were breathing in tickling in your stomach. “Voici votre gâteau crumble. J'espère que vous apprécierez!” (Here’s your crumble cake. Hope you enjoy!)

Y/n handed the desert and a small drink he had ordered to the man. As she leant over, a strong scent lead of the Frenchman. Is there anything that wasn’t perfect about him ? Stop it y/n. He doesn’t like you anyways. « Vous pouves rester ici.Vous êtes le dernier client de la journée.Je reviens tout de suite, d'accord?  » (You can stay here. You’re the last customer of the day. I’ll be right back, okay ? » As Laf nodded, y/n walked to the bathroom, fixing her hair and taking a few deep breaths. Was she really going to do this ? She guesses she will now. Exiting the room, y/n saw Lafayette at the counter with money in his hands. Was it just herself or did the Marquis look so very handsome, with the sunset resting perfecting on him, shining through his dark, brown eyes and his hair look fluffier. How was he so perfect ? Handing y/n $2.30, he spoke « Bonne nuit y/n. Rendez-vous demain ? » (Have a great night y/n. See you tomorrow?). Y/n nodded, pulling the Frenchman into a hug. Does Laf notice how flustered she was ? Lafayette headed towards the door, the bell ringing as he left. Lets hope your plan works. Taking a sip from his drink, you saw the man glare at his cup as a grin grew on his face. The plan was worked. In y/n handwritings was « Peut-être que nous pouvons aller au parc demain à une date?, Amour, y/n. » (Maybe we can go to the park tomorrow on a date ?, Love, y/n) Facing her back to the window, y/n heard the shout of « Oui! Bien sûr! » (Yes ! Of course!) from the man as a smile appeared on her face. Y/n already knew what she was going to bring to eat tomorrow, crumble cakes for her crumble cake lover.

[twentyonehamiltrash-blog]

Your Soldier

Pairing: Lafayette x reader

Warnings: like some violence

Prompt: Your best friends John, Alex, Herc, and Lafayette just joined the revolution, when they broke the news to you your heart shattered and felt empty until an idea popped into your head

"Okay just a couple more hair ties and I'll be good" you said staring in the mirror fixing your uniform, you also just joined the revolution to fight along side your best friends, of course you felt terrible wearing a dead mans uniform but the burning fire inside you was growing, you had a hunger to fight for your country

You looked out at the ocean and saw the land you were about to camp out at for 6 weeks it had just hit you...you're actually doing this you are actually going to fight and kill this is completely terrifying to you but this is what you want. You want to defy the odds and show that women can do anything men can

You practiced your "man" walk and talk for weeks before so no one suspects that your a girl, you made contact with your friends a couple times but tried to avoid them knowing that they would suspect something you knew these guys like the back of your hand and they knew you. Once you guys had made it to the camp training started immediately which wasn't much of a problem until the list of people that will be sharing a tent was posted on a tree

You were the first to see it your fingers tracing your name and your new roommate your heart dropped as your mouth did, "Lafayette?" you practically shouted and Laf walked towards you "Oui that's me nice to meet you" he held his hand out and gave you a firm shake, you were used to Lafayette kissing your hand to greet you so this was definitely a weird feeling. You put on your "man" voice ( or best one you could do) "Hello I'm...James?" you stuttered forgetting your fake name for a couple seconds Lafayette smiled and believed you

All day you guys trained and worked so you were drained and just wanted to sleep for the rest of your life, you stumbled into your tent and didn't even bother taking off the very uncomfortable uniform you had on all day. You laid on the cot and stared at the ceiling until you heard your roommate come in "Mon ami" you laughed "You sleep in dirt?" he asked shaking his head referring to how dirty you uniform is.

You look over at him as he's taking his clothes off to change and get into his cot, you couldn't help but stare at his defined muscles and veins ready to burst through his skin you were mesmerized he shot you a confused look you shot him one back remembering your not you your a man. You turned on your side to face away from him and mumbled "I was just about to change" then you remembered ...how are you going to hide your hair? your boobs? you brought a night gown instead of menswear you started to panic "Um Sir Lafayette? I was wondering...do you have any night garments to lend me? I must've taken my sisters" you chuckled awkwardly

Laf laughed loudly "You what?!" he handed you some extra clothes "You silly man..don't worry your secret is safe with me" he laughs again and laid down. You quickly changed the subject and slip into bed "So are you expecting any letter from anyone?" you asked knowing that you told the boys that you would write you looked at Laf he was smiling and biting his lip "Well mon ami I do have someone in mind" you smiled internally wondering who he could be talking about

'Oh? Whos the lucky lady?" you ask teasing him but stopped at a certain point "Ah she's my best friend, and well I love her yet she does not know" he smiled to himself again and sighed "Goodnight". But you couldn't sleep your mind was racing you were a bit mad because Lafayette never told you about a girl especially if she's his best friend and your his...then it clicked

Lafayette is in love with you? no this couldn't be, then you started thinking about all the memories you have and shared with him and couldn't stop smiling you fell for him...hard

One month later:

You're walking back to the tents after having dinner with all the soldiers and having drinks, you couldn't wait to take off the uncomfortable clothes and band you have that's holding your boobs flat. Lafayette said he was going to stay with the guys for a lot longer so you thought you can relax and be comfortable

You thought wrong

You took your clothes, band and let your hair down put on Laf's clothes because your "sister" hasn't shipped yours yet, you finished putting on you shirt when you heart footsteps and you panicked. you heard an extremely familiar laugh...Lafayette??

You quickly pulled your shirt down and tried to get into your cot what you ended up doing was jumping then falling off the cot but by the time you can open your eyes Lafayette was standing over you "(Y/N)" he looked puzzled. Well he looks drunk so maybe I can pull this off? you thought, "No Laf its ... me James" you said in a deep tone and chuckled nervously. "Non mon ami you do not look like James" he was onto you "Monseiur Lafayette its dark I assure you its James" you started to get scared hoping he wouldn't know it was you

"Explain this!" he shouted holding you hair and pointing to your boobs, he started pacing the room while you laid on the floor face palming about how you actually thought you could get away with this

"Comment pourriez-vous le faire?! Vous pourriez etre mort! Etes-vous stupide?!" he said pacing around "Laf I have no idea what your say-hey! wait did you just call me stupid?" you got up and crossed your arms. "(Y/N) WHY DID YOU DO THIS?" he yelled at you and you felt your cheeks get hot you've never heard him yell before "BECAUSE ITS NOT FAIR! Why can't I do what you guys can?" you yelled back realizing you were crying

"AND WHAT IF YOU DIED?" he yelled in your face "I don't know what I would do with myself" his voice broke he wiped the tears off your cheeks gently "I am turning you in mon-" you cut him off "non Lafayette please!" you begged him but he wouldn't budge "I obey General Washington you know this, take your things and leave first tomorrow morning" he said coldly and turning away from you.

You threw everything in your suitcase threw on your uniform and opened the tent door "I HATE YOU" you yelled at him and ran off into the woods crying

Where were you even going? You don't know where you are maybe Lafayette was right? maybe you are stupid and should just go home? "No" you said to yourself, you can't just throw away all your morals because one person said you cant do it. A twig breaking snapped you out of your thoughts and you saw someone in red run by your eyes widened...redcoats you mumbled

You quickly ran back to camp to warn everyone " LAFAYETTE! ALEXANDER! HERC?!" you yelled and everyone started coming out of their tents "We are being attacked! everyone get your guns and suit up" everyone quickly got to work and waited

You got out of your tent and waited Alexander, John and Herc ran up to you hugging and asking a million questions and party yelling at you for being there but stopped when they heard the first gun shot. Everyone got to shooting and fighting, you stood next to a tree, gun in hand and you waited, there was lots of yelling and screaming especially from the British

Lafayette ran up to you and stood by your side "Laf what are you doing?" you asked looking around for anyone to shoot and Laf chuckled "I got your back" he said shooting a soldier

"Nice shot" you laughed trying not to be scared about the situation but you distracted him and he turned around to face you "Thank you" he winked "LAF TURN AROUND" you yelled when you saw the enemy come up to Lafayette aimed his gun at him but you quickly put your gun up and had a clear clean shot at him

"You just saved my life" Lafayette said breathless and everyone who was yelling began to cheer "WE WON" someone yelled, George Washington put down his gun "Not yet". After negotiating the terms of surrender we saw George Washington smile, we could finally go back home. Although you don't have family back home you have your friends waiting and these boys were family you couldn't wait to relax and be yourself again

When you were on your voyage back to New York General Washington found out what you had done he was upset but in return you had to cook for all the soldiers for a couple days.

Once you guys got home the Schuyler sisters were waiting at the docks for you guys, when you came off the boat they smothered you in hugs and "shame on yous" but they still loved you. Eliza greeted Alexander with a kiss, Angelica greeted Herc with a big hug and Peggy tickled John till he couldn't breathe

Lafayette turned to you "Merci" he smiled "For what?" you asked looking up at him "You saved my life" he pulled you into a comfortable hug "It was nothing" you blushed. "It made me realize how much I-" he stopped and bit his lip "how much you what?" you asked staring into his deep brown eyes "How much I love you" he cupped your cheeks and passionately kissed you leaving everyone stunned including you.

"I love you too Laf" you smiled and hugged your soldier.