"The gentlemen of England. They honored me with a bullet."
THÉODORE PELLERIN as GILBERT DU MOTIER THE MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE
EVERY LAFAYETTE SCENE, 13/? ✧ 1x03, FRANKLIN (2024)

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"The gentlemen of England. They honored me with a bullet."
THÉODORE PELLERIN as GILBERT DU MOTIER THE MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE
EVERY LAFAYETTE SCENE, 13/? ✧ 1x03, FRANKLIN (2024)

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"Américain?" "Yes—oui." "Alors nous serons amis."
THÉODORE PELLERIN as GILBERT DU MOTIER, THE MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE
EVERY LAFAYETTE SCENE, 1/? ✧ 1x01, FRANKLIN (2024)
"We go to America, Ségur, Noailles, Lafayette, and we fight. We fight for Washington. We fight for liberty." "Et pour la gloire." "Sans oublier l'honneur." "Et pour tuer les Anglais!"
THÉODORE PELLERIN as GILBERT DU MOTIER, THE MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE
EVERY LAFAYETTE SCENE, 5/? ✧ 1x01, FRANKLIN (2024)
"Why do you have so many names?" "Comment?" "Names. Joseph, Paul—names." "Oui, oui. Alors. So many before me, they make dead in battle. And so ma mère, she want me have protection of heaven. And so, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier." "What do I call you then?" "Gilbert."
THÉODORE PELLERIN as GILBERT DU MOTIER, THE MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE
EVERY LAFAYETTE SCENE, 2/? ✧ 1x01, FRANKLIN (2024)
Happy 250th Anniversary
On this, the 250th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, I thought I'd remind everyone of a few choice passages.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."
"But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security."
"He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation....."
Just a reminder.

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The Aristocats (1970)
Charleston, South Carolina.
Awh, it's a shame the National Guard Captain was such a minor character in Castlevania Nocturne.
Too bad I can't draw well, or I'd fill my Tumblr with fanart of this beautiful woman. 😭😭😭
Here is my latest draft:
✔️ Lady oscar is so beautiful.
✔️ She can fight.
✔️ She looks damn good in military uniform.
✔️ And she had a tragic death.
All points that qualify her to become my crush - checked. ❤️
✔️ Lady oscar is so beautiful.
✔️ She can fight.
✔️ She looks damn good in military uniform.
✔️ And she had a tragic death.
All points that qualify her to become my crush - checked. ❤️

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Update: FOUND IT and I love it so much I want to cry (very sorry I cannot credit the owner, it was posted years ago in the Turn FB group with no attribution)
Feeling sad.... Mostly anxious.. Why? I don't know. Didn't sleep good. Leg hurts.
@firexfate
Continued from last thread
Sept. 1777 after Brandywine
Hamilton and Laurens both nodded. The ginger squinted his eyes after praying. He thought he saw something but then paid no mind. " I know you dont trust me, but I am still your brother Fel. We have to stick together.. Okay? " speaking lowly, he tried his best to keep from arguing with his little sister.
However, what they didn't know, was that where the boy lay, it had become dark. So, it was hard to see anything. It had become strangely quiet in the tent unexpectedly. A small creak but then nothing after several seconds. A faint whiff of Cologne could be smelt from not even a foot from behind Felicity.....
Felicity almost snorted. “Oh, that is very rich coming from you. You should have thought of that before you decided to abandon me, not once but twice. What makes you think that I can trust you after that?” She sighed, shaking her head. “This is a conversation for another time. We have more important things to focus about. I need to pray for the life of the Marquis.” Ever the devoted Catholic, courtesy of her late, beloved mother, she folded her hands again in prayer, her voice quiet as she submerged herself in the psalm. Of course, even with Felicity’s sharp senses, she was growing weary especially at night. Her forehead rested against her clasped hands as she prayed quietly. She heard the creak, but she did not pay it no mind. It could have been the wind; there was always a draft coming from the tent.
Felicity was very slow to react in the dark, feeling weary, but she shifted against where she was sitting on the floor. She did not turn at first, but eventually, she did, her eyes were bleary, and she looked exhausted herself, what with performing the surgery on Lafayette, and now, her nerves were shattered from worry.
“What in the—”
It was none other than Lafayette himself standing up, wounded and everything, right in front of her. How in the world?!
"What? "
The boy said softly with a small groan, picking Felicity up and placing her in his own bed. Covering her up in his uniform, he said."Sleep.. I'll be alright. " but was obviously in discomfort . He tediously sat in the rocking chair propping his injured leg on a pillow. " you need it more than I do. I'll keep watch.. " Sighing uncomfortably, he smiled weakly at Felicity as he lit a candle.
Felicity was in such a state of shock. “I—“ She was so floored by the sight that she seemed speechless — it was a first for her. “I — Marquis, I thought you died.” She quickly sat up. “How — how is this possible? Did I…?” She gazed down at the wound. Hells, she must have performed the surgery right. A relief laugh escaped her lips. “I… I don’t understand — how on earth? You look… so much better.”
She was trying to understand. Yet— failing. She stood from the bed, moving to his side. “I’ll sleep when I am dead. I would rather… be focused on you. How do you… how do you feel?” She was blinking as though she saw a ghost. She wondered if this was real.
Yes Lafayette was indeed alive but barely. How in the world did he muster that much strength?! " I feel awful in all honesty.. My leg is excruciatingly painful.. But I'm alive, and with the woman I am.. falling in love with. Thank 'ou for.. 'elping me. " The boy gently took Felicity into his lap onto his good leg . Leaning forward, he placed the most sweetest kiss on her lips. "I love.. you Felicity.. " his voice no more than a faint whisper, he winced a couple times but kept himself composed as if never to be injured.
She wasn’t sure what was more shocking — the fact that he was alive, or the fact that he confessed his love for her. She blinked at him, unable to form a proper response. The kiss also took her aback as he took her in his arms, and she let her lips press against his own, unable to fully comprehend that this was truly happening. Her arm slipped around his neck. “Me?” She mouthed, her voice trembling with the weight of her own emotions, desire, and something else deeper and beyond that. “It can’t be possibly me to be the woman you love, can it?” She dared not hope, nor dream that this was happening, that this young man was falling for her, a mere girl, with little to offer to him. She seemed to forget both English and French at the moment as she processed this information. “Marquis,” Her eyes grew soft, her lips twitching in a heartfelt smile of her own. Perhaps, this was the only time that she let her guard down. “You cannot be possibly — I don’t understand.” Yet, there was a flush on her pale face, only noticed by the candlelight that illuminated her dark features.
The wounded Frenchman looked up at her. He was in a bit of a daze due to the pain and was a bit slow to respond to her. "It's.. Fine I don't.. think 'ou believe me right now. " He grunted uncomfortably, the room spinning again. "But I'm not lying.. when i say this. " maybe it was the pain medicine working or making him talk like that. It had to be. He had never spoken like that to her before.
Hamilton raised an eyebrow. " Is he okay? I think he's talking out of his head, Fel. " Her brother said quietly from the doorway. It wasn't in a rude way but more of a concerned tone.
“No,” Felicity spoke vaguely, her tone soft as she regarded Alexander, an unusual moment even for her given her constant issues with the man at hand. “I do not think that he is talking out of his head this time, I think means it.” Her voice softened as she gazed at the man in front of her. “I am just not sure I understand what did I do to earn his affections.” Her final words were too soft to be heard, as though she was talking to herself. She was not sure if Lafayette heard her speak them either, as he was the closest one to her. She sighed softly, gently cupping his face, her eyes becoming soft. “Come, Marquis, you need to lie down and rest. You are lucky that you survived, but now, you need to focus on getting better.” It was a true miracle. Felicity helped him lie down again, settling at his side, where she sat on a chair near him. She turned to her brother. “Perhaps, you should tell the General about this, Alexander,” She added softly. “He was so very worried about him, and I think he would be glad to know that the Marquis lives. It will likely give him hope.” Her eyes were weary, as she settled against her chair, gazing over the Marquis, finally feeling relieved that he was alive, knowing that she could finally rest now.
Neither one of them knew the boy was talking out of head. The pain medicine had made him very loopy and definitely not with it. " I feel dizzy.. " LaFayette muttered, closing his eyes as he rested back on the bed, instead of the chair. His leg hurt ten times worse, now that he had moved a bit. A few soft groans came before silence fell over him.
Hamilton gazed at the boy for some time. "Felicity, you obviously have not seen a wounded Frenchman, doped up like that. Hes not in his head. No boy would come at you like that. You're dating John, not some French noble! " he sounded a bit disappointed with his sister and sighed in annoyance. " I'll go tell the general. I'm sure he would feel relieved to know he made it through the night. I mean LaFayette is his adopted son now. " And with that, he left the hospital tent to inform Washington of the Frenchman's condition.
Felicity looked at him, sending him an annoyed look. “I’m not courting John Laurens. John Laurens just thinks that I am for whatever reason. He has some twisted idea about it,” She shook her head. “He is a friend but no more. Afraid there is. It’s all in his head.” She gazed over at Lafayette. Her heart turned at the very thought, and she touched his forehead tenderly. “Thank God, you are well,” She whispered softly. She didn’t even look as Alexander left to tell the General.
The young man was lucky to be alive, and she was glad for it . She was glad that he was safe, and he would surely be up on his feet in no time. It relieved her. All they could do now was wait until he was a bit better rested.
"You can believe what you wish, but Laurens has already claimed you, Felicity. " Hamilton argued a bit more as a follow up answer came from Laurens. " He is right. You've been my girlfriend for weeks now. I don't know where you're getting this sudden claim that Lafayette has taken you. He's only been here a week. " The two boys had begun to argue with Felicity right after Washington was informed of the boy's condition.
Unfortunately for all three, LaFayette could every bit that was being said, despite how out of it he was. Yet, he remained in silence. He dealt with the pain in anger, wincing some at the continued arguing. "𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.. " he whispered just enough that only Felicity could hear as he weakly stroked her finger.
“Claimed me?” Felicity balked, her eyes sharpening as she whirled to gaze over at Alexander. He was absurd. “I am not some property to be bought and sold at the market, Alex. I am your sister — or have you already forgotten? Oh, that’s right,” Her eyes narrowed bitterly. “I forgot you have little care for me at all. Laurens has no right to me, he has no claim to me. He wouldn’t force my hand to him, and even if he did, I would never be anything of his. Not his lover or his wife. There is no courtship. And as for the Marquis,” Her voice softened. “That is no concern of yours.”
She resumed her position of sitting beside Lafayette, and her heart nearly jumped to her throat as she felt his touch. His words, she caught too. She didn’t know what he meant, but she smiled faintly, as she felt the meaning behind them. Her hand slipped to hold his own. “Don’t worry for me,” She breathed shakily. “Just get better is all I ask.” She punctuated her words by lowering her head pressing her lips against his knuckles, her stray dark curls falling over her eyes as she did so.
Hamilton rolled his eyes, Laurens doing the same thing in unison. " Until this kid returns to duty, if he even is allowed to do so with such an injury. I doubt you'll be lagging around here. You're still my girlfriend until further notice. Ap get it through that pretty head of yours. We don't need his help, Felicity. All he wants is fame. " Laurens retorted in a sarcastic tone.
Just then, Washington reentered the tent with the doctor following. " All of you, out. I don't want anyone in this area until the doctor says so."
Lafayette's breathing had turned labored, which meant that he was in far worse condition than it appeared. The color had drained even more from his body, making him look like death. Something must be wrong... But the doctor kept his mouth shut, sternly mouthing to Felicity to leave as well. " I'm sorry fel, but you must step out for the time being. "
“I am not your courted significant other, Laurens,” Felicity responded coldly. “Not yours nor anyone else’s. And you have some gall to think that I am. Go to hell — both of you,” She added in a low hiss. “You both are disgusting. He doesn’t care for fame. He came here to help. If you can’t see that, you’re as blind as you are foolish. You’re supposed to be smart men.” She didn’t have the energy to speak with them anymore, more preoccupied with Lafayette. She was so worried for him, he looked more and more like death’s door. She only wanted for him to get better. The fact that he was breathing was miraculous. But all the same — she feared for his state.
She rose when she saw the Commander-in-Chief walk in, and she stepped back, lowering Lafayette’s hand. She turned to the doctor, and she sighed out shakily, nodding. She could hardly argue with professionals there. She had to swallow her pride and head to her tent, away from Laurens and Hamilton.
“Of course. I understand. Just — let me know how he is doing and when I can come back in. Please.” Her voice waved as she stepped out, but not before looking at Lafayette. She did step out then, her nerves rattled, heading to her tent.
" I most certainly will..." The doctor hated to tell Felicity to leave.. Letting out a concerned sigh, he turned his attention to the wounded Frenchman. Washington stood quietly near the makeshift cot, which held the boy. "I'm wondering if that musket ball had some sort of connection with Simcoe.. It's a. 69 caliber bullet General. " He opened his palm, revealing the bullet that had been removed from the boy's calf , thirty five minutes earlier.
Washington took the bullet and carefully examined it with his glasses. Frowning, upon further notice he glanced at the doctor. " I'm afraid you're correct. This was premeditated murder.. A pure setup. Someone in the British army must know LaFayette is here... We got to move him to a safer location and hide him.. Joseph go fetch Felicity. " The guard nodded and quickly went to Felicity's tent. "Miss, are you alone? " it was private Martin, LaFayette's close friend and fellow aide who helped him after he had been shot.
Felicity returned to her tent, both seething about Alexander and Lauren’s lack of respect and audacity, and the worry for the Frenchman that she was beginning to feel something for. If only, she could admit that to herself, instead of denying. She just wanted him well, and for Alexander to leave her the hell alone. She was fine without them, anyways. She didn’t really need anyone. She survived this long. Her stomach churned with the weight of her emotions, donning a wool cloak over her frame as it was colder in her tent.
Her thoughts shifted as she heard a voice. Pushing back a few strands of her dark and tangled hair, she caught sight of Private Martins. Her eyes softened marginally upon seeing him, not wanting to let her own emotions consume her. “Private?” Her tone was quiet, curious. “Is everything alright?” Clearly, he needed something, and the young girl’s expression sharpened with alarm.
Martin gently took her by the arm. "No. I have to tell you something but not around anyone. It's urgent.. Come inside. " Guiding Felicity into his own personal tent, he spoke lowly once the two were out of earshot. "It's about LaFayette. He's being targeted by someone in the British army most likely Captain Simcoe. Washington just informed me that in order to keep the boy safe, we must move him tonight to a safe location. He has to remain hidden until danger passes. The British have taken Philadelphia. Do you know anyone close by who can protect the boy for a few weeks, possibly a couple months? "
Felicity’s eyes grew wide, and she swallowed. “I have no family. They’re all dead, and I…” Her eyes darkened as she swore under her breath, pressing a hand over her mouth, and she closed her eyes. “I — there is a rebel family that I know of. They are not far from here, west side of New Jersey. They are good people, I stayed with them while I was on the road trying to get to camp after my brother left me behind.”
The bitterness in her tone lingered.
“He can stay with them. We could write a letter, and he could be well hidden. Simcoe doesnt know that place, not to my knowledge. Besides, he likes to slither back in his hole in Setauket.” She paused quietly. “I can mark it on a map for the General, and the Marquis can rest there.”
Martin thought a second. "I don't know if Gilbert will be able to tolerate riding in a wagon that far... Wait. There's a Quaker family in Bethlehem Pennsylvania. Moravian girls, their mother and father. Great Family. The father used to send Washington some of his vegetables. Simcoe would never find him there. Didn't Gilbert dress like a woman before? Besides... You can go visit him when you want. " He grinned at the idea.
Just then , arguing could be heard not far off. It was Hamilton bickering with the general . Laurens was there as well. " Sir, he isn't going to do us any good. We won't need help from foreign countries to win this war. Send him home, please! "
Felicity nodded, before she let out a huff. “I doubt that I would be allowed to, as much as I would love to,” She whispered quietly. “Not with these two fools.” She gestured at Laurens and Hamilton. Gods, it made her sick with what he had been saying about Lafayette, and the way they made her feel. Hardly they cared for her. Sighing out deeply, she passed her gaze to Martins. “Their nature repels me, including my brother’s.” She paused for a moment, before she softened her gaze.
“But this isn’t about me or my problems with them,” Her voice was quiet. “If they are good people, and General Washington trusts them, then, that is good enough for me.” Her voice turned quieter. “Go, and bring him there. He needs rest, to heal, and recover.” Even if she would suffer with worry and anger because of all Hamilton and Laurens’ actions or lack thereof, she wanted Lafayette to be alright.
Washington huffed in frustration at both officers. " Look, enough is enough! I have enough on my plate and I need to write to Congress, informing them that the Marquis has been badly injured. I will deal with him later. Now please out of my sight! " The angry tone immediately silenced both Hamilton and Laurens . The other officers who stood behind the two, kind of agreed with both the men. But three men went inside to assist in moving LaFayette to Bethlehem.
Martin glanced at Felicity. "Well they're getting the boy ready. Lets go help. "Inside the medical tent, soft groans of discomfort and a few yells came from LaFayette as he was being picked up . " Ahhhh! " one yell though was quite piercing... And it was not a good one.
@firexfate
Continued from last thread
Sept. 1777 after Brandywine
Hamilton and Laurens both nodded. The ginger squinted his eyes after praying. He thought he saw something but then paid no mind. " I know you dont trust me, but I am still your brother Fel. We have to stick together.. Okay? " speaking lowly, he tried his best to keep from arguing with his little sister.
However, what they didn't know, was that where the boy lay, it had become dark. So, it was hard to see anything. It had become strangely quiet in the tent unexpectedly. A small creak but then nothing after several seconds. A faint whiff of Cologne could be smelt from not even a foot from behind Felicity.....
Felicity almost snorted. “Oh, that is very rich coming from you. You should have thought of that before you decided to abandon me, not once but twice. What makes you think that I can trust you after that?” She sighed, shaking her head. “This is a conversation for another time. We have more important things to focus about. I need to pray for the life of the Marquis.” Ever the devoted Catholic, courtesy of her late, beloved mother, she folded her hands again in prayer, her voice quiet as she submerged herself in the psalm. Of course, even with Felicity’s sharp senses, she was growing weary especially at night. Her forehead rested against her clasped hands as she prayed quietly. She heard the creak, but she did not pay it no mind. It could have been the wind; there was always a draft coming from the tent.
Felicity was very slow to react in the dark, feeling weary, but she shifted against where she was sitting on the floor. She did not turn at first, but eventually, she did, her eyes were bleary, and she looked exhausted herself, what with performing the surgery on Lafayette, and now, her nerves were shattered from worry.
“What in the—”
It was none other than Lafayette himself standing up, wounded and everything, right in front of her. How in the world?!
"What? "
The boy said softly with a small groan, picking Felicity up and placing her in his own bed. Covering her up in his uniform, he said."Sleep.. I'll be alright. " but was obviously in discomfort . He tediously sat in the rocking chair propping his injured leg on a pillow. " you need it more than I do. I'll keep watch.. " Sighing uncomfortably, he smiled weakly at Felicity as he lit a candle.
Felicity was in such a state of shock. “I—“ She was so floored by the sight that she seemed speechless — it was a first for her. “I — Marquis, I thought you died.” She quickly sat up. “How — how is this possible? Did I…?” She gazed down at the wound. Hells, she must have performed the surgery right. A relief laugh escaped her lips. “I… I don’t understand — how on earth? You look… so much better.”
She was trying to understand. Yet— failing. She stood from the bed, moving to his side. “I’ll sleep when I am dead. I would rather… be focused on you. How do you… how do you feel?” She was blinking as though she saw a ghost. She wondered if this was real.
Yes Lafayette was indeed alive but barely. How in the world did he muster that much strength?! " I feel awful in all honesty.. My leg is excruciatingly painful.. But I'm alive, and with the woman I am.. falling in love with. Thank 'ou for.. 'elping me. " The boy gently took Felicity into his lap onto his good leg . Leaning forward, he placed the most sweetest kiss on her lips. "I love.. you Felicity.. " his voice no more than a faint whisper, he winced a couple times but kept himself composed as if never to be injured.
She wasn’t sure what was more shocking — the fact that he was alive, or the fact that he confessed his love for her. She blinked at him, unable to form a proper response. The kiss also took her aback as he took her in his arms, and she let her lips press against his own, unable to fully comprehend that this was truly happening. Her arm slipped around his neck. “Me?” She mouthed, her voice trembling with the weight of her own emotions, desire, and something else deeper and beyond that. “It can’t be possibly me to be the woman you love, can it?” She dared not hope, nor dream that this was happening, that this young man was falling for her, a mere girl, with little to offer to him. She seemed to forget both English and French at the moment as she processed this information. “Marquis,” Her eyes grew soft, her lips twitching in a heartfelt smile of her own. Perhaps, this was the only time that she let her guard down. “You cannot be possibly — I don’t understand.” Yet, there was a flush on her pale face, only noticed by the candlelight that illuminated her dark features.
The wounded Frenchman looked up at her. He was in a bit of a daze due to the pain and was a bit slow to respond to her. "It's.. Fine I don't.. think 'ou believe me right now. " He grunted uncomfortably, the room spinning again. "But I'm not lying.. when i say this. " maybe it was the pain medicine working or making him talk like that. It had to be. He had never spoken like that to her before.
Hamilton raised an eyebrow. " Is he okay? I think he's talking out of his head, Fel. " Her brother said quietly from the doorway. It wasn't in a rude way but more of a concerned tone.
“No,” Felicity spoke vaguely, her tone soft as she regarded Alexander, an unusual moment even for her given her constant issues with the man at hand. “I do not think that he is talking out of his head this time, I think means it.” Her voice softened as she gazed at the man in front of her. “I am just not sure I understand what did I do to earn his affections.” Her final words were too soft to be heard, as though she was talking to herself. She was not sure if Lafayette heard her speak them either, as he was the closest one to her. She sighed softly, gently cupping his face, her eyes becoming soft. “Come, Marquis, you need to lie down and rest. You are lucky that you survived, but now, you need to focus on getting better.” It was a true miracle. Felicity helped him lie down again, settling at his side, where she sat on a chair near him. She turned to her brother. “Perhaps, you should tell the General about this, Alexander,” She added softly. “He was so very worried about him, and I think he would be glad to know that the Marquis lives. It will likely give him hope.” Her eyes were weary, as she settled against her chair, gazing over the Marquis, finally feeling relieved that he was alive, knowing that she could finally rest now.
Neither one of them knew the boy was talking out of head. The pain medicine had made him very loopy and definitely not with it. " I feel dizzy.. " LaFayette muttered, closing his eyes as he rested back on the bed, instead of the chair. His leg hurt ten times worse, now that he had moved a bit. A few soft groans came before silence fell over him.
Hamilton gazed at the boy for some time. "Felicity, you obviously have not seen a wounded Frenchman, doped up like that. Hes not in his head. No boy would come at you like that. You're dating John, not some French noble! " he sounded a bit disappointed with his sister and sighed in annoyance. " I'll go tell the general. I'm sure he would feel relieved to know he made it through the night. I mean LaFayette is his adopted son now. " And with that, he left the hospital tent to inform Washington of the Frenchman's condition.
Felicity looked at him, sending him an annoyed look. “I’m not courting John Laurens. John Laurens just thinks that I am for whatever reason. He has some twisted idea about it,” She shook her head. “He is a friend but no more. Afraid there is. It’s all in his head.” She gazed over at Lafayette. Her heart turned at the very thought, and she touched his forehead tenderly. “Thank God, you are well,” She whispered softly. She didn’t even look as Alexander left to tell the General.
The young man was lucky to be alive, and she was glad for it . She was glad that he was safe, and he would surely be up on his feet in no time. It relieved her. All they could do now was wait until he was a bit better rested.
"You can believe what you wish, but Laurens has already claimed you, Felicity. " Hamilton argued a bit more as a follow up answer came from Laurens. " He is right. You've been my girlfriend for weeks now. I don't know where you're getting this sudden claim that Lafayette has taken you. He's only been here a week. " The two boys had begun to argue with Felicity right after Washington was informed of the boy's condition.
Unfortunately for all three, LaFayette could every bit that was being said, despite how out of it he was. Yet, he remained in silence. He dealt with the pain in anger, wincing some at the continued arguing. "𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.. " he whispered just enough that only Felicity could hear as he weakly stroked her finger.
“Claimed me?” Felicity balked, her eyes sharpening as she whirled to gaze over at Alexander. He was absurd. “I am not some property to be bought and sold at the market, Alex. I am your sister — or have you already forgotten? Oh, that’s right,” Her eyes narrowed bitterly. “I forgot you have little care for me at all. Laurens has no right to me, he has no claim to me. He wouldn’t force my hand to him, and even if he did, I would never be anything of his. Not his lover or his wife. There is no courtship. And as for the Marquis,” Her voice softened. “That is no concern of yours.”
She resumed her position of sitting beside Lafayette, and her heart nearly jumped to her throat as she felt his touch. His words, she caught too. She didn’t know what he meant, but she smiled faintly, as she felt the meaning behind them. Her hand slipped to hold his own. “Don’t worry for me,” She breathed shakily. “Just get better is all I ask.” She punctuated her words by lowering her head pressing her lips against his knuckles, her stray dark curls falling over her eyes as she did so.
Hamilton rolled his eyes, Laurens doing the same thing in unison. " Until this kid returns to duty, if he even is allowed to do so with such an injury. I doubt you'll be lagging around here. You're still my girlfriend until further notice. Ap get it through that pretty head of yours. We don't need his help, Felicity. All he wants is fame. " Laurens retorted in a sarcastic tone.
Just then, Washington reentered the tent with the doctor following. " All of you, out. I don't want anyone in this area until the doctor says so."
Lafayette's breathing had turned labored, which meant that he was in far worse condition than it appeared. The color had drained even more from his body, making him look like death. Something must be wrong... But the doctor kept his mouth shut, sternly mouthing to Felicity to leave as well. " I'm sorry fel, but you must step out for the time being. "
“I am not your courted significant other, Laurens,” Felicity responded coldly. “Not yours nor anyone else’s. And you have some gall to think that I am. Go to hell — both of you,” She added in a low hiss. “You both are disgusting. He doesn’t care for fame. He came here to help. If you can’t see that, you’re as blind as you are foolish. You’re supposed to be smart men.” She didn’t have the energy to speak with them anymore, more preoccupied with Lafayette. She was so worried for him, he looked more and more like death’s door. She only wanted for him to get better. The fact that he was breathing was miraculous. But all the same — she feared for his state.
She rose when she saw the Commander-in-Chief walk in, and she stepped back, lowering Lafayette’s hand. She turned to the doctor, and she sighed out shakily, nodding. She could hardly argue with professionals there. She had to swallow her pride and head to her tent, away from Laurens and Hamilton.
“Of course. I understand. Just — let me know how he is doing and when I can come back in. Please.” Her voice waved as she stepped out, but not before looking at Lafayette. She did step out then, her nerves rattled, heading to her tent.
" I most certainly will..." The doctor hated to tell Felicity to leave.. Letting out a concerned sigh, he turned his attention to the wounded Frenchman. Washington stood quietly near the makeshift cot, which held the boy. "I'm wondering if that musket ball had some sort of connection with Simcoe.. It's a. 69 caliber bullet General. " He opened his palm, revealing the bullet that had been removed from the boy's calf , thirty five minutes earlier.
Washington took the bullet and carefully examined it with his glasses. Frowning, upon further notice he glanced at the doctor. " I'm afraid you're correct. This was premeditated murder.. A pure setup. Someone in the British army must know LaFayette is here... We got to move him to a safer location and hide him.. Joseph go fetch Felicity. " The guard nodded and quickly went to Felicity's tent. "Miss, are you alone? " it was private Martin, LaFayette's close friend and fellow aide who helped him after he had been shot.
Felicity returned to her tent, both seething about Alexander and Lauren’s lack of respect and audacity, and the worry for the Frenchman that she was beginning to feel something for. If only, she could admit that to herself, instead of denying. She just wanted him well, and for Alexander to leave her the hell alone. She was fine without them, anyways. She didn’t really need anyone. She survived this long. Her stomach churned with the weight of her emotions, donning a wool cloak over her frame as it was colder in her tent.
Her thoughts shifted as she heard a voice. Pushing back a few strands of her dark and tangled hair, she caught sight of Private Martins. Her eyes softened marginally upon seeing him, not wanting to let her own emotions consume her. “Private?” Her tone was quiet, curious. “Is everything alright?” Clearly, he needed something, and the young girl’s expression sharpened with alarm.
Martin gently took her by the arm. "No. I have to tell you something but not around anyone. It's urgent.. Come inside. " Guiding Felicity into his own personal tent, he spoke lowly once the two were out of earshot. "It's about LaFayette. He's being targeted by someone in the British army most likely Captain Simcoe. Washington just informed me that in order to keep the boy safe, we must move him tonight to a safe location. He has to remain hidden until danger passes. The British have taken Philadelphia. Do you know anyone close by who can protect the boy for a few weeks, possibly a couple months? "
Felicity’s eyes grew wide, and she swallowed. “I have no family. They’re all dead, and I…” Her eyes darkened as she swore under her breath, pressing a hand over her mouth, and she closed her eyes. “I — there is a rebel family that I know of. They are not far from here, west side of New Jersey. They are good people, I stayed with them while I was on the road trying to get to camp after my brother left me behind.”
The bitterness in her tone lingered.
“He can stay with them. We could write a letter, and he could be well hidden. Simcoe doesnt know that place, not to my knowledge. Besides, he likes to slither back in his hole in Setauket.” She paused quietly. “I can mark it on a map for the General, and the Marquis can rest there.”
Martin thought a second. "I don't know if Gilbert will be able to tolerate riding in a wagon that far... Wait. There's a Quaker family in Bethlehem Pennsylvania. Moravian girls, their mother and father. Great Family. The father used to send Washington some of his vegetables. Simcoe would never find him there. Didn't Gilbert dress like a woman before? Besides... You can go visit him when you want. " He grinned at the idea.
Just then , arguing could be heard not far off. It was Hamilton bickering with the general . Laurens was there as well. " Sir, he isn't going to do us any good. We won't need help from foreign countries to win this war. Send him home, please! "
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Continued from last thread
Sept. 1777 after Brandywine
Hamilton and Laurens both nodded. The ginger squinted his eyes after praying. He thought he saw something but then paid no mind. " I know you dont trust me, but I am still your brother Fel. We have to stick together.. Okay? " speaking lowly, he tried his best to keep from arguing with his little sister.
However, what they didn't know, was that where the boy lay, it had become dark. So, it was hard to see anything. It had become strangely quiet in the tent unexpectedly. A small creak but then nothing after several seconds. A faint whiff of Cologne could be smelt from not even a foot from behind Felicity.....
Felicity almost snorted. “Oh, that is very rich coming from you. You should have thought of that before you decided to abandon me, not once but twice. What makes you think that I can trust you after that?” She sighed, shaking her head. “This is a conversation for another time. We have more important things to focus about. I need to pray for the life of the Marquis.” Ever the devoted Catholic, courtesy of her late, beloved mother, she folded her hands again in prayer, her voice quiet as she submerged herself in the psalm. Of course, even with Felicity’s sharp senses, she was growing weary especially at night. Her forehead rested against her clasped hands as she prayed quietly. She heard the creak, but she did not pay it no mind. It could have been the wind; there was always a draft coming from the tent.
Felicity was very slow to react in the dark, feeling weary, but she shifted against where she was sitting on the floor. She did not turn at first, but eventually, she did, her eyes were bleary, and she looked exhausted herself, what with performing the surgery on Lafayette, and now, her nerves were shattered from worry.
“What in the—”
It was none other than Lafayette himself standing up, wounded and everything, right in front of her. How in the world?!
"What? "
The boy said softly with a small groan, picking Felicity up and placing her in his own bed. Covering her up in his uniform, he said."Sleep.. I'll be alright. " but was obviously in discomfort . He tediously sat in the rocking chair propping his injured leg on a pillow. " you need it more than I do. I'll keep watch.. " Sighing uncomfortably, he smiled weakly at Felicity as he lit a candle.
Felicity was in such a state of shock. “I—“ She was so floored by the sight that she seemed speechless — it was a first for her. “I — Marquis, I thought you died.” She quickly sat up. “How — how is this possible? Did I…?” She gazed down at the wound. Hells, she must have performed the surgery right. A relief laugh escaped her lips. “I… I don’t understand — how on earth? You look… so much better.”
She was trying to understand. Yet— failing. She stood from the bed, moving to his side. “I’ll sleep when I am dead. I would rather… be focused on you. How do you… how do you feel?” She was blinking as though she saw a ghost. She wondered if this was real.
Yes Lafayette was indeed alive but barely. How in the world did he muster that much strength?! " I feel awful in all honesty.. My leg is excruciatingly painful.. But I'm alive, and with the woman I am.. falling in love with. Thank 'ou for.. 'elping me. " The boy gently took Felicity into his lap onto his good leg . Leaning forward, he placed the most sweetest kiss on her lips. "I love.. you Felicity.. " his voice no more than a faint whisper, he winced a couple times but kept himself composed as if never to be injured.
She wasn’t sure what was more shocking — the fact that he was alive, or the fact that he confessed his love for her. She blinked at him, unable to form a proper response. The kiss also took her aback as he took her in his arms, and she let her lips press against his own, unable to fully comprehend that this was truly happening. Her arm slipped around his neck. “Me?” She mouthed, her voice trembling with the weight of her own emotions, desire, and something else deeper and beyond that. “It can’t be possibly me to be the woman you love, can it?” She dared not hope, nor dream that this was happening, that this young man was falling for her, a mere girl, with little to offer to him. She seemed to forget both English and French at the moment as she processed this information. “Marquis,” Her eyes grew soft, her lips twitching in a heartfelt smile of her own. Perhaps, this was the only time that she let her guard down. “You cannot be possibly — I don’t understand.” Yet, there was a flush on her pale face, only noticed by the candlelight that illuminated her dark features.
The wounded Frenchman looked up at her. He was in a bit of a daze due to the pain and was a bit slow to respond to her. "It's.. Fine I don't.. think 'ou believe me right now. " He grunted uncomfortably, the room spinning again. "But I'm not lying.. when i say this. " maybe it was the pain medicine working or making him talk like that. It had to be. He had never spoken like that to her before.
Hamilton raised an eyebrow. " Is he okay? I think he's talking out of his head, Fel. " Her brother said quietly from the doorway. It wasn't in a rude way but more of a concerned tone.
“No,” Felicity spoke vaguely, her tone soft as she regarded Alexander, an unusual moment even for her given her constant issues with the man at hand. “I do not think that he is talking out of his head this time, I think means it.” Her voice softened as she gazed at the man in front of her. “I am just not sure I understand what did I do to earn his affections.” Her final words were too soft to be heard, as though she was talking to herself. She was not sure if Lafayette heard her speak them either, as he was the closest one to her. She sighed softly, gently cupping his face, her eyes becoming soft. “Come, Marquis, you need to lie down and rest. You are lucky that you survived, but now, you need to focus on getting better.” It was a true miracle. Felicity helped him lie down again, settling at his side, where she sat on a chair near him. She turned to her brother. “Perhaps, you should tell the General about this, Alexander,” She added softly. “He was so very worried about him, and I think he would be glad to know that the Marquis lives. It will likely give him hope.” Her eyes were weary, as she settled against her chair, gazing over the Marquis, finally feeling relieved that he was alive, knowing that she could finally rest now.
Neither one of them knew the boy was talking out of head. The pain medicine had made him very loopy and definitely not with it. " I feel dizzy.. " LaFayette muttered, closing his eyes as he rested back on the bed, instead of the chair. His leg hurt ten times worse, now that he had moved a bit. A few soft groans came before silence fell over him.
Hamilton gazed at the boy for some time. "Felicity, you obviously have not seen a wounded Frenchman, doped up like that. Hes not in his head. No boy would come at you like that. You're dating John, not some French noble! " he sounded a bit disappointed with his sister and sighed in annoyance. " I'll go tell the general. I'm sure he would feel relieved to know he made it through the night. I mean LaFayette is his adopted son now. " And with that, he left the hospital tent to inform Washington of the Frenchman's condition.
Felicity looked at him, sending him an annoyed look. “I’m not courting John Laurens. John Laurens just thinks that I am for whatever reason. He has some twisted idea about it,” She shook her head. “He is a friend but no more. Afraid there is. It’s all in his head.” She gazed over at Lafayette. Her heart turned at the very thought, and she touched his forehead tenderly. “Thank God, you are well,” She whispered softly. She didn’t even look as Alexander left to tell the General.
The young man was lucky to be alive, and she was glad for it . She was glad that he was safe, and he would surely be up on his feet in no time. It relieved her. All they could do now was wait until he was a bit better rested.
"You can believe what you wish, but Laurens has already claimed you, Felicity. " Hamilton argued a bit more as a follow up answer came from Laurens. " He is right. You've been my girlfriend for weeks now. I don't know where you're getting this sudden claim that Lafayette has taken you. He's only been here a week. " The two boys had begun to argue with Felicity right after Washington was informed of the boy's condition.
Unfortunately for all three, LaFayette could every bit that was being said, despite how out of it he was. Yet, he remained in silence. He dealt with the pain in anger, wincing some at the continued arguing. "𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.. " he whispered just enough that only Felicity could hear as he weakly stroked her finger.
“Claimed me?” Felicity balked, her eyes sharpening as she whirled to gaze over at Alexander. He was absurd. “I am not some property to be bought and sold at the market, Alex. I am your sister — or have you already forgotten? Oh, that’s right,” Her eyes narrowed bitterly. “I forgot you have little care for me at all. Laurens has no right to me, he has no claim to me. He wouldn’t force my hand to him, and even if he did, I would never be anything of his. Not his lover or his wife. There is no courtship. And as for the Marquis,” Her voice softened. “That is no concern of yours.”
She resumed her position of sitting beside Lafayette, and her heart nearly jumped to her throat as she felt his touch. His words, she caught too. She didn’t know what he meant, but she smiled faintly, as she felt the meaning behind them. Her hand slipped to hold his own. “Don’t worry for me,” She breathed shakily. “Just get better is all I ask.” She punctuated her words by lowering her head pressing her lips against his knuckles, her stray dark curls falling over her eyes as she did so.
Hamilton rolled his eyes, Laurens doing the same thing in unison. " Until this kid returns to duty, if he even is allowed to do so with such an injury. I doubt you'll be lagging around here. You're still my girlfriend until further notice. Ap get it through that pretty head of yours. We don't need his help, Felicity. All he wants is fame. " Laurens retorted in a sarcastic tone.
Just then, Washington reentered the tent with the doctor following. " All of you, out. I don't want anyone in this area until the doctor says so."
Lafayette's breathing had turned labored, which meant that he was in far worse condition than it appeared. The color had drained even more from his body, making him look like death. Something must be wrong... But the doctor kept his mouth shut, sternly mouthing to Felicity to leave as well. " I'm sorry fel, but you must step out for the time being. "
“I am not your courted significant other, Laurens,” Felicity responded coldly. “Not yours nor anyone else’s. And you have some gall to think that I am. Go to hell — both of you,” She added in a low hiss. “You both are disgusting. He doesn’t care for fame. He came here to help. If you can’t see that, you’re as blind as you are foolish. You’re supposed to be smart men.” She didn’t have the energy to speak with them anymore, more preoccupied with Lafayette. She was so worried for him, he looked more and more like death’s door. She only wanted for him to get better. The fact that he was breathing was miraculous. But all the same — she feared for his state.
She rose when she saw the Commander-in-Chief walk in, and she stepped back, lowering Lafayette’s hand. She turned to the doctor, and she sighed out shakily, nodding. She could hardly argue with professionals there. She had to swallow her pride and head to her tent, away from Laurens and Hamilton.
“Of course. I understand. Just — let me know how he is doing and when I can come back in. Please.” Her voice waved as she stepped out, but not before looking at Lafayette. She did step out then, her nerves rattled, heading to her tent.
" I most certainly will..." The doctor hated to tell Felicity to leave.. Letting out a concerned sigh, he turned his attention to the wounded Frenchman. Washington stood quietly near the makeshift cot, which held the boy. "I'm wondering if that musket ball had some sort of connection with Simcoe.. It's a. 69 caliber bullet General. " He opened his palm, revealing the bullet that had been removed from the boy's calf , thirty five minutes earlier.
Washington took the bullet and carefully examined it with his glasses. Frowning, upon further notice he glanced at the doctor. " I'm afraid you're correct. This was premeditated murder.. A pure setup. Someone in the British army must know LaFayette is here... We got to move him to a safer location and hide him.. Joseph go fetch Felicity. " The guard nodded and quickly went to Felicity's tent. "Miss, are you alone? " it was private Martin, LaFayette's close friend and fellow aide who helped him after he had been shot.
Felicity returned to her tent, both seething about Alexander and Lauren’s lack of respect and audacity, and the worry for the Frenchman that she was beginning to feel something for. If only, she could admit that to herself, instead of denying. She just wanted him well, and for Alexander to leave her the hell alone. She was fine without them, anyways. She didn’t really need anyone. She survived this long. Her stomach churned with the weight of her emotions, donning a wool cloak over her frame as it was colder in her tent.
Her thoughts shifted as she heard a voice. Pushing back a few strands of her dark and tangled hair, she caught sight of Private Martins. Her eyes softened marginally upon seeing him, not wanting to let her own emotions consume her. “Private?” Her tone was quiet, curious. “Is everything alright?” Clearly, he needed something, and the young girl’s expression sharpened with alarm.
Martin gently took her by the arm. "No. I have to tell you something but not around anyone. It's urgent.. Come inside. " Guiding Felicity into his own personal tent, he spoke lowly once the two were out of earshot. "It's about LaFayette. He's being targeted by someone in the British army most likely Captain Simcoe. Washington just informed me that in order to keep the boy safe, we must move him tonight to a safe location. He has to remain hidden until danger passes. The British have taken Philadelphia. Do you know anyone close by who can protect the boy for a few weeks, possibly a couple months? "

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