Guess who's here and queer
God I'm so sorry everything is so long
Seriously u guys so many reads since I posted the last chapters you're all amazing!
Well here's America's Favorite Fighting Frenchman for y'all
Also, at the beginning, John mentions "Colonel Ludington". The thing is, Colonel Ludington's daughter, Sybil, rode 40 miles to warn minutemen of an attack(she was only sixteen, and traveled alone). She rode much farther and for much longer than Paul Revere, and tbh she's my fav Revolutionary War person.
Warnings- Swearing pretty much.
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The relentless rain bore down on your camp, soaking your thin, dirty clothes. You, as a spy and messenger for the American army, had been running errands for the General all day. Exhausted, you flopped down onto your dirt-stained cot.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

You groaned in annoyance. "What now, Alex?"

"Washington needs you for one last job today. Just a quick message."

"Seriously?!" You mumbled, your voice edged with annoyance. "What about the other guys?"

"Sick." John poked his head into the tent. "The rest are on a mission to Colonel Ludington's estate."

"Shit," You mumbled. You pushed yourself to your feet, not caring to smooth out your crumpled shirt. You quickly snatched the crumpled letter from Alex, turning it over in your hands. On the back, curvy letters spelled out a foreign name.

Lafayette

"You're not supposed to read it!" John teased. You flashed him an angry look, sticking your younger out to emphasize your distaste. You stuffed the letter in your pocket, it's papery touch a reminder of your nagging assignment. You nodded goodbye to Alex and John as you slipped out of the tent. The rain had softened, much to your benefit. Riding on the muddy roads was dangerous, as even the smallest slip could send you and your horse crashing towards the jagged ground.

"Hey, sweetie." You held out your hand as you approached your mare, stroking it's white muzzle. Your hands worked to untie the reins, which you proceeded to sling over it's neck. You saddled the horse, wincing at the feel of the cold, wet saddle. Jerking the reins to the side, you led your horse out of camp. As the noise and cries from the army's base subsided, you found yourself immersed in the sounds of the woods. Birds sang heartily in the trees, accompanied by the haunting crescendo of the wind. The rain had grown stronger now, earning muttered curses from your mouth.

Great. You thought bitterly. Just what I need. Heaving a frustrated sigh, you pulled your hat further down your head, a small effort to block the pounding droplets.

"You there!"

Fuuuuuuck-

The heavy clop of British soldiers echoed behind you, sending waves of anxiety through your body. Usually, you were able to deal with the red-coated men, but then again you usually traveled in a dress. This time, however, you donned a man's shirt and breeches, along with a tattered blue coat. A pistol hung at your side, encased in a leather sheath.

"Yes?" You turned your mare so you faced the soldiers. Both faced you with a questionable look, hands flexing around their pistols.

"Sir-Wait..." The younger red coat glanced at you, his face twisting into a look of disgust. "Oh. You're one of those American whores-"

"Hey!" You snapped. "What did you say?"

"You work for the American army." He hissed, cocking his gun.

"What?" You rolled your eyes. "I'm just running an errand for the local news shop." Lying to you was like a second nature, but you could tell that the redcoats had seen through your faux words.

"Likely story." The barrel of the gun was now level with your face. An invisible hand clasped your heart, and your blood seemed to freeze. The soldier's finger fiddled mindlessly with the trigger, taunting  you with the prospect of death.

"Hand over whatever you're carrying." He snarled. "And we'll go easy on-"

BAM!

You waited, heart almost at a standstill, for the bullet to fly through your head. However, no metal shell pierced your skin as far as you could tell. Instead, the hurried sound of hoofs against dirt was the only sound that reached your ears.

"Um, excuse me? Soldier?"

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find a handsome man inches from your face.

"I-it's Y/N." You stuttered. The man nodded, his eyes sweeping over your form. His brown orbs rested on your hand, which was still protectively clutched around your pistol.

"Don't worry, I'm on your side." He laughed. "I was just on my way to meet General Washington."

"Who are you?" You blurted. You expected him to be a taken aback by your bluntness(if this isn't a word then it is now), but instead he smiled.

"I, my dear, am the Marquis de Lafayette." You let a laugh escape your lips as he ended the sentence with a flamboyant bow. A small stint of silence followed, your eyes locked with his.

The letter.

You gasped suddenly, digging in your pocket. Relief flooded your body as your fingers brushed the parchment. Letter clasped in hand, you stuck your arm out towards a confused Lafayette.

"Thank you...?" He took the letter from your hand, letting his touch linger on your fingers. You watched nervously as he ripped the paper, retrieving a small, square note.

"If I told you that I needed to go to New York..." As Lafayette flashed you another smile, you felt the blush start to creep onto your cheeks.

"Would you go with me?"

"Wait, what?" You stammered, shocked at his request. What he was asking of you was nearly impossible. You couldn't just abandon your post at camp, much less run off into the sunset with some romantic Frenchman.

"I will need some company, as traveling alone is not, how you say, the safest thing to do..." He suddenly grabbed your hand, urging you to follow him.

"Marquis-"

"Call me Laf." He turned back towards you. "Don't worry about your job-I can write and tell ze General that I requested your assistance. He'll understand."

I suppose...

"Fine." You sighed, giving in to the Frenchman. "Just promise me that you'll write to Washington-"

Somehow, the pure sight of Laf's horse galloping down the path was enough to spur your mare to follow suit. The sudden lurch forwards stopped the flow of words from your mouth, but you didn't mind. Laughter filled the air between the two of you as you raced Laf through the woods. You had never felt happier in your life-the feeling of unshackling your duties and running free could not be paralleled.  For once in your life, you could let your thoughts roam, running like a bull through the fields of your mind.

Though you still had to wonder,

What was in that letter?

Should I write a part 2? I feel like this needs one, but idk. 🙃🙃