So this is basically the title. Y/N is a fiery and passionate daughter of the Virginian general, George Washington. When she meets a charming French man, Lafayette, her world us turned inside out.... So yeah. Cute fanfic of you and Americas favourite fightin' Frenchman!

When y/n is sick of being stuck in a controlling and strict upper class family, y/n changes who they are and runs off to join the revolution, but what happens when your closet comrade finds out who you really are? And what happens when those you're not so keen with find out? Cover image is not mine, artist unknown, Hamilton and characters are not mine

"There's no room for sparks of love in a war." lafayette x fem!oc -- completed -- -- in editing --

The wind blew in a light breeze, the water rushed by the passing ship, the sun high in the sky. The breeze smelled of salt and it felt cold to the touch. Standing proud and tall was a man wearing a magenta trench coat, his big curly hair flew behind him. One hand behind his back while the other gripped tightly on a cane. He's been off in Paris for so long. Yes indeed, Thomas Jefferson was coming home.

As the girlfriend of rap icon Daveed Diggs, things aren't exactly easy for you. Keeping up a good image while living your life takes a toll on you, especially when your private life is available to the entire world. You two vow to tell each other everything to maintain trust. One day, rumors begin to swirl about something Daveed never told you. You try to brush it off but you can't help but wonder... Is he cheating on me? ⚠️WARNING⚠️ This story deals with heavy substance abuse and mental health issues so please read with caution if those subjects are sensitive to you.

Just what it looks like.

|| COMPLETE || Thomas Jefferson came home from France to work for none other than your father. Will your love last through all the ups and downs? What about Hamilton? Or your Dad?

You are a young women in her 20's who wants to help the revolution. While on a visit to your favorite cousins (the Schuyler Sisters), you come across the genral himself without telling him your name or anything you give him the few letters and flee. A few nights later you find yourself at the Winter's Ball, meeting a handsome stranger with a thick accent, you talk, until you are interrupted by the genral, he gives you your commands and into the revolution you go, with love of course ;).

The fighting won't stop. The bleeding won't clot. The voice in my head yelling at me to give up won't be quiet. I want to give in, but I still want to live. I reach out for anyone, yet my fingers only brush against their body and slip out of my grasp before I can capture them. Then again, this is war-a revolution that was caused by a revelation. A raging and disintegrating fire sparked from a single match. The fighting will never end. The wounds will never heal. The voice will always berate me, but my determination will never be concealed. "A woman's place is the kitchen," is what they say, but watch as I stand in an encampment today. Watch as I prove myself by fighting up to the top-unbeatable and chasing after the honor I once sought. Bravey is the place for war. Love is not. ✎cover art by: focsle on tumblr ( focsle.tumblr.com ) begun april eighteenth, twenty seventeen

Being a spy for General Washington isn't easy, especially if your a women. You set out to prove yourself while also trying to keep a low profile at the same time. While trying to stay alive for your twin brother and your family, and also trying to cope with accidentally falling for an angel sent from heaven, also know as Marquis de Lafayette.