John Laurens x Reader: Love of the Century

You are the beautiful daughter of a very wealthy merchant. Y/N L/N was your name. One day, your father asked you to help him with work down at the market. You, being the great daughter you are, obliged.

After a few hours of trading, selling, and negotiating, you see a familiar man and a few of his soldiers. That man was none other General George Washington with group of his soldiers. The General asks your father for supplies, but to you astonishment, your father denies and walks off, telling you to take care of the booth while his goes to get some items.

After seeing the look of sadness on the soldiers faces, you decided to give them supplies. General Washington thanked you, the short gentlemen that seemed to be Mr. Washington's right hand man kissed your hand, the fighting French man kissed booth your cheeks, the buff man gave you a delicate handkerchief with beautiful, well stitched elegant designs.

But you noticed someone's thanks a little better that the rest. A handsome, adorably freckled man kissed both your hands and your cheek.

And from that day, you knew that you'd be more than the merchants daughter.