Guns & Ships (Lafayette x Reader)

Chapitre Cinq- Tout

          As you hauled ass back to your rooms, Lafayette sat down on your bed next to you. "You dance very well." He whispered, not wanting to wake up Hercules who had passes out just in front of the door.
          "Yes, thank you. I just wish my anxiety hadn't ruined the moment for us." You laughed at yourself and looked down at your lap.
          "Well... it doesn't have to end. La nuit est encore jeune." He said. Lafayette grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the terrace. (Yes, your room has a balcony. A pretty large one in fact.... A LARGE BAGUETTE!!!!! Ahem excuse me...)
          You were stunned by his actions, but didn't hesitate. You two found yourselves in the same position as you were before. But this time, it was so much better; being out in the fresh air, the stars above you. Not to mention you weren't in that frilly dress anymore. "Lafayette, why are you doing this for me?" You asked. But you wish you hadn't.
          "When I heard that there was to be a new recruit, I was feeling curious. So I asked Washington about you." He confessed.
          "How much did he tell you?" You asked.
          Thee was a long pause, and you both just stood there, holding each other in pure silence. Then Lafayette spoke. "Everything.".
          "So... your only doing this because you feel bad for me? Is that it?" You pulled away from him. "I should have known. That's why I didn't want anyone to know!" Tears pricked the corner of you eyes. "I didn't want people thinking I was too emotionally damaged to fight! On top of the fact that I'm a girl!" You clenched your fists.
           "Mon Ami that's not the-" you interrupted him.
          "But that's all this is to you." You yelled at him. "You only think of me as a weak little girl. So you act sympathetic to make me feel better!". The tears began to fall. "You can't break me. No matter what they tell me. No matter what you tell me."
          You stormed into the room, undressed and laid under your covers weeping.

          Lafayette still stood on the terrace, he looked shocked. He was feeling mixed emotions; sadness, confusion, anger, regret. He regretted that he had been snooping that day. He was angry at himself for making you think of him asa man who thought she was weak, when in reality, he thought you were the strongest person he had ever met.
He just stood out there the entire night, in the cold by himself. He got no sleep. He just sat... and thought... about everything.

A/N PLEASE READ!!!!!
Hey guys. Sorry if this chapter is weird and sad. And for mostly how short it is. I just really need my sleep tonight, and I was having writers block. What I want my stories to have is more serious plot. I don't want to just consistently be writing teen fan girly romantic stuff in this book, and I realized that's what was going to happen if I went with my original idea. I especially didn't want that for a Hamilton book, since it is about an immensely serious time is our history, that's shouldn't be taken lightly. And I know that Hamilton presents some funny and light-hearted scenes, but I like to bring up the side with war and sadness and show how serious the war was and how much it impacted the world. So I hope you all now under stand. Thank you.

-Nightly