Note: THESE ARE NOT ONESHOTS, ITS A STORY WITH ACTUAL CHAPTERS.
Hello! My name is Y/N L/N, and I'm starting my sophomore year. I'm scared, but my father always told me, "Go fight. If you hold back, you'll never know your limits." My father was a gr...
"We know who it is, now we must find out WHAT it was. Aller, mes amies." Lafayette went to the door, pulled it open, and started leaving. Everyone else quickly stood up and followed, except for John, who decided to stay and help watch Y/N with Washington.
Y/N POV
"No... get away! Stop that!" You escaped his grasp and ran, but he was faster. He grabbedyour leg, pullingyou down. You fell to the ground, hard. You got scrapes and bruises all over you now. "Stop! Letme go! Help! Let me-"
"-go!" You'd jolt up, escaping your dream. You'd look around panting heavily. Your room... You'd look at your arms and knees. No scrapes, no bruises. You'd sigh a sigh of relief, relaxing as the stress and panic left you. It soon returned to your door being slammed open, and making you jump. "Y/N! What's wrong?!" You'd look over to your door and see John, panting like he was running. "Nothing is wrong, just a bad dream." You'd sigh. Washington walked up behind John. He'd say something to John before shoo-ing him away. John would leave, and Washington would sit down on your bed. "How are you feeling?" He'd ask. "Still weak. I think I need to eat something." He'd feel your forehead. "You're still pretty warm. I'll call the doctor later and maybe set up an appointment." He'd say, taking his hand away. "What was your nightmare about, Y/N?" He'd ask, his voice turning from caring to more concerned. You'd just shrug and look down. "Your adopting father?" you'd slowly nod. He was right and there was no denying it. "How did you know?" You'd ask quietly, looking up at him. "You were talking in your sleep." He'd say, which made you sigh. You'd put your head in your hands and groan. "This is just getting worse." He'd put his hand on your back, rubbing it, attempting to comfort you. "I know. We'll figure it out, ok?" You'd nod as you lifted your head up and smiled at him. "Good. Now, you change into some clean clothes, and come downstairs. I'll make you some Ramen." You'd nod, smiling excitedly once you heard the word Ramen. He'd smile back at you before leaving. You'd stand up, confused as to why you had to change, until you realized you were covered in sweat. "Definitely need to change..." you'd mumble to yourself as you grabbed a new pair of pajama shorts and a T-shirt from your dresser. You'd change and brush your hair for a few minutes, tidying it up at least, before going downstairs.
You'd get downstairs and Washington would hand you a bowl of Ramen. You'd thank him and sit down with John, who was eating Ramen too. You two would talk for a while as you ate, before you realized how quiet the house was. "Hey, where are the others?" You'd ask as John annoyinglysucked up a noodle. "Oh, they went to hell." You'd sigh. "I'm serious, where are they?" You'd ask, annoyed. "They went to George's house to beat him up, which is literal hell." You'd almost choke on your Ramen. You'd cough before screaming "WHAT?!" John looked at you confused. "What's wrong?" You'd quickly stand up, almost throwing your bowl in the sink, and run up the stairs into your room, John following close behind. "We gotta help them! He is evil, and lord knows what he'll do!" You'd screech, as you grabbed a cardigan from your closet and pulled on your shoes. "Meet me downstairs, get your Saber!" You'd yell to John as he nodded and quickly left. You'd grab your Saber and it's belt, quickly putting it on and running downstairs where you saw John waiting. "I told Washington we were leaving, hurry follow me." He'd say before running out the door, you following close behind.
3rd person POV
Alex, Laf, Herc, and Thomas all walked up to the house. "This is it. Let's go." Alex would say, walking up the sidewalk to the front door of the large, mansion-like house, the others following close behind. Alex would ring the doorbell, and after a minute of waiting, the door opened to George, the pampered shit that he was, in sweatpants and a white t-shirt. "We need to talk." Alex would growl. George would laugh, stepping aside. "Please, do come in." He'd say in his thick, British accent, smiling a cocky smile.
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