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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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9 for Gilbert? It fits him so well 💜💜

9: when it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world >>>

TURN!Marquis de Lafayette x reader

[a/n: glitchhhh of course 💕💕]

Across the room, it’s difficult to keep your eyes on the book in front of you. Every time you look up, he’s staring right back at you, much to the annoyance of those around him. They were trying to work on something, to which the group effort would be explained, but all he keeps mumbling on about has nothing relevant to add.

He can’t help it, especially sitting in such a seat with a perfect line of vision to you.

Tapping the exterior cover of your book, you look down once more, a smile yourself brewing on your lips. It’s hard to not, with the way he looks at you so lovingly, and the more you look away, the harder it becomes to resist the urge to take another sparing glance.

Someone in his group taps him, asking him if he’s alright, to which the Frenchman nods eagerly, finally tearing his gaze from you to shuffle the stack of papers in his grasp.

“…lover boy.”

You hear one of them say, to which you’re caught once more staring at him. As he looks at his own information in front of him, talking, arguing with his group, you are free to watch the passion that comes across his rosy cheeks.

You stifle a laugh, knuckles coming to your lips as someone mentions how they were on a completely unrelated topic.

“Oh? Oh, my apologies, I just wanted to add—“

The giggle you emit does little to help his recovering brain, and when he looks up to meet your eyes, he finds it extremely hard to contain his smile. You even see his teeth come to bite his bottom lip, attempting to suffocate the laugh back into his throat.

It’s futile, so the effort seems, as you watch once more the way the smile breaks over his entire face, and your heart thrums wildly in your chest.

He seemingly recovers, beginning to talk about something relevant, much to his groups satisfaction. Yet he never looses sight of your smile, and your book suddenly doesn’t seem so interesting any more.

The look he gives you, speaks more than any words could.

One more minute, then I am all yours.

You nod, fingers fiddling with a page, yet you never flip it.

When not a minute more passes, his group stands, shaking hands, agreeing on one last thing before departing.

Hurriedly, you turn back to your book, watching their shoes as they leave, counting them and their voices until all that remains is a pair of shoes standing directly in front of you, stealing your heart with a simple set of words.

“All finished. Let us go home, my love.”

His hand comes out, and you close your book, taking his hand as he pulls you to stand.

Nothing could make your day like that smile of his, especially when it was reserved just for you.

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #marquis de lafayette #turn marquis de Lafayette #lafayette x reader #turn lafayette #lafayette headcanons #lafayatte

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lauraroleplayss · 1 year

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Starter for @general-lafayette

A much needed Eloise and Lafayette first meet! //Not that we had done that already once before

It was a quiet evening around the Continental Camp. Eloise strolled amongst the men in breeches and a shirt. Her blue eyes flashed, taking in her surroundings and she laid a hand on her weapon. A long sword that had been a gift from her father two birthdays ago and she had cherished it ever since. It was one of her prize possessions. The other was a stuffed fox currently in her tent. The fox had been a gift from her father long ago when she had been a child. Her blonde hair had been pulled up into a bun. If there was one thing she was vain about it was her hair. She loved her hair and had cut it short once before.

The wind ruffled past. She raised her head and sniffed the air. It smelled like rain and she loved the rain. She nodded to a few men as they passed her. They bowed and she returned the bow. She had learned long ago not to wear dresses in the camp. It had been a painful lesson but Martha had been able to repair the damage done to the skirts of her favorite dress. Eloise had learned then not to wear the fancier ones. Otherwise she would have already gone through them all. In some ways Eloise was the picture of a noble woman well raised by her parents. In others she was different.

Eloise came up to a commotion and she raised her eyebrows. Some of the men had surrounded an unfortunate person. She had forgotten that a young French man would be arriving in the camp. "What is going on?" Her clear and somewhat sharp voice rang through the air. She walked forward. "I highly doubt that you all are bored and must have something better…..o-oh-" Eloise trailed off as she stared up at a very young nobleman. She bowed low.

#lauraroleplayss #eloise washington #turn roleplay #lafayatte #general lafayette

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decisivelyindecisivelibra · 1 year

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The Continued Adventures of Sir Leon the Long Suffering

Portrait of a Woman (Presumed Portrait of the Marquise de Lafayette) by Adélaïde Labille-Guiard. (1793-94).

Reprising his role as a courtier, fleeing to a country, rather than from this time.

#bbc merlin #leon the long suffering #sir leon #lafayatte #marquis de lafayette #Crack #Portrait of a woman (presumed portrait of the Marquis de Lafayette)#Apparently Lafayette was 20 when he fled France

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birdstooth · 1 year

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Reposting all the doodles of the contestants in this poll

YOUR WINNER, LAFAYETTTTTTEEEE

#hamilton musical #hamilton fanart #lafayatte #marquis de lafayette #armerica’s favourite fighting Frenchman #comics and doodles #Hamilton doodles

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goddess-of-magic · 1 year

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*Alexander and John sitting in a hot tub*

Lafayette: Two bros, chilling in the hot tub five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay!

#lin manuel miranda #hamilton #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #alexander hamilshit #john laurens #anthony ramos #lafayatte #marquis de lafayette #daveed diggs #source: vine #two bros chillin in a hot tub #incorrect quotes

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evestub · 2 years

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The Secret I kept

TW: attempted sa, drinking, violence, cussing

Second Person, You POV

You sat on the edge of your bed, forearms resting on knees, and head hanging down in shame. It was eating you from the inside out. Whether it be from the guilt of lying to your friends, the person you love; or simply the fact that you pretend to be an entirely different person, the consequences of your actions were catching up quickly. The 1700’s was cruel to women, and newly disowned, the army seemed like the perfect place to erase the past and safeguard the future. What you didn’t realize would happen is you falling in love. Alexander was his name. He was smarter than a scholar, and had unmatched energy and determination. He was the most beautiful person you’ve ever met. Which is where the problems started. Alexander was friends with military you. The man who appeared weak but was a fast runner. A perfect shot, charming spirit and love for hunting. The other you was a well mannered woman from a middle class family with a passion for literature and the arts, something which your family hate. But the true you was neither of those. Just you. You hoped that Alex would love all of you, whether it be militia man, literate woman or simply a person just trying to enjoy life and the little things. But it was the gender that could cause a riff. Although you never thought to ask, you didn’t know Alexander’s preferred gender, and pretending to be a man when you really weren’t destroyed you. And even though you pretended to it wasn’t there, you and every one of your friends saw how Alexander looked at you, and vice versa. It was never spoken, but the love was their, and you were quite aware of it as well. And it made you feel like shit. And it would destroy him too, if he knew. You knew the truth would be seen as a betrayal to him. Alexander loved a man. And you were not one.

“I thought I’d find you in here,” a voice rang behind you, startling the peace. Hercules was truly the best person you could ask for, after a careless incident, he discovered your truth. He knew everything, who you are and your dilemma with Alexander. And while he never pushed, your constant lies was something he would remind you that the longer it stays in, the worse it’ll get. “He’s acting like a lost puppy without you giving him attention.”

“I think I’ll tell Alexander after the war. Right now,” you paused. Thinking of it was hard, yet talking of it was harder. “Right now just isn’t right.” Hercules gave you a look that chipped even further at your consciousness…

Third Person, Alexanders POV

Alexander felt disgusted with himself. He was a dirty, disgusting, no good son of a whore, and it was his fault. His smile, that pushed his cheeks back in just the right way, teeth slightly showing and lips that were so perfect, even when they were chapped. His eyes, which were deep with swirling colours, that never seemed to be focused on anything that trapped Alexander deeply. His body, personality, hair, attitude, everything made Alexander light up in a million ways, and it disgusted him. It was wrong. It was immoral, unholy, wrong, stupid and absolutely fucking disgusting. He tried to distance himself at first, but he couldn’t stand that look on his face when Alexander gave a half-asses reply or a look of avoidance. It hurt Alexander too much. So he made the mistake of getting too close. Everything he did, Alexander did, if he wasn’t busy with work for General Washington. Every meal, training session, down time and even a tent, them two of them shared. Last winter was so cold, Alexander had to snuggle with him to keep the pair warm. It almost made the wretched winds and bitter cold worth it. Another time at the bar the pair got so piss drunk, they ended up in a back ally. He always claimed that he blacked out, but Alexander remembered the taste of his lips, the feeling of his tongue, his arms so muscular and scarred and his gorgeous hair. After that, Alexander had begun the compliment phase, where Alex praised everything he did. Every perfect shot, every letter, everything he did was perfect. And every time, the other male would shrug it off or reciprocate the compliment in an extremely watered down way that made Alexander feel like shit. It wasn’t that the other didn’t like Alexander, the exact opposite really. But his fear of Alexander knowing the truth caused him to become distant. And it only made the two hate themselves more than they already did. Alexander tried so hard to like other woman. And he did like women. He’s had girlfriends before, and courted whore on drunk occasions. But he never liked someone how liked him. Nothing would ever compare to him. And it was disgusting.

Timeskip and Pov switch to 3rd Person

The last battle left a toll on everyone. Some chose to wallow, and others took it to the bar to drink their traumas away. Alexander and his friends chose the latter. Six beers deep each, the room was swirling and the emotions were happy. Not one of the five were thinking straight, and Lafayette had resorted to his native language. Alexander was twenty minutes deep into a rant, John was dancing with some women in fancy clothes, and Hercules was piss drunk and passed out. Which left last member, deep in drunk regret and wallow. Her thoughts were swirled and confused, room loud, head pounding and a yearning for someone she knew would hate the true him, technically her. She truly hated herself. She was a snake, a liar, a whore, and a disgusting disgrace who deserved to be disowned. And suddenly, an actual whore, who was beautiful and covered in makeup, rans her hands up her back. As this woman rubbed her hands along her spine, each of the other members of the party turned eyes. While two of them found this comedic and exciting, drunk Alexander felt a seething rage deep within him. Alexander met eyes with her, who seemed to be a drunk and confused wreck. Too many things were happening at once, and before she knew it, John had pushed her and the whore to the stairs. She stopped in her tracks to meet eyes with Alexander, as if to ask for permission. Deep down she knew this was a bad idea, yet she didn’t have the sobriety to deny the woman’s service. Their eye contact was quickly broken, as she was dragged away, and Alexander looking at the ground in shame.

She found herself making her way up the crooked and narrow stairs, whether they were actually crooked was dependent on how much alcohol she consumed. The woman led her into a room, that had a simple bed, table and dresser. This usual courting room scene. Why was she here? What was going on? These thoughts consumed her head as she was laid down on a bed, head and shoulders propped up by pillows. This woman, whom she had no idea was, straddled her and began to kiss her neck.

“Oh poor honey, you’re so wasted. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be gentle.” The only thing she could do was just, close her eyes. Arms by here side and her head tilted away from the scene, in a half drunk half uncomfortable way. In the darkness of her eyelids, she saw Alex. His smile, his beautiful brown eyes. She like the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused. She liked how he never gave up. And in all drunkness, she began to imagine that this was Alexander on her. Doings these things to her. She’d stay up late at night imagining a life with Alexander. They’d have a good life, he’d work in congress and she’d write poetry and books. They would split the chores, and he would

make the best food. He always talked about the food they ate back in the country where he was born. And so, here she was, drunk and about to be fucked, thinking of Alex.

“Eyes on me honey,” the woman said was she grabbed her chin to face the woman. The woman used her thumb to lightly rub her face before giving a wet peck on the lips. “You have such a cute face honey, but you must be so hot. Poor baby… let’s take this off you,” The soldier seemed to not quite understand what was happening, and as she started to the ceiling, the woman began to fumble with the buttons of her dirty military issued white shirt. It wasn’t until the third button came undone that the situation finally clicked. Eyes flew open as she looked at what was about to be revealed. Panic raced through her body, and she begun to fight with the woman, trying to push her off.

“Stop it please. Please get off I don’t want it,” the soldier slurred. And although she was extremely uncomfortable with what was happening to her, she was more focused on her shirt. This shirt cannot come off her. If the woman saw the chest bindings, it would all be over. The woman was stubborn, to fucking stubborn, and tried hard to stay on. She didn’t realize her strength, and in a last attempt to protect her secret, she aggressively pushed the woman off the bed, and in so, knocking her out as her head hit the frame. She felt regret for harming the woman, but that would be an issue sober her would deal with. The buttons of her shirt were completely undone, but with no one here to see, she begun the gruelling process to trying to rebutton her shirt, something sober her could finish in seconds. Finally finishing the task, she sighed in relief. Close. Too close. But she had accidentally knocked the harlot out, so her secret was safe. Opening the wooden door with a rusty handle, she stepped outside of the room, only to be greeted with her tall friends, John and Lafayette. They had this look on her face, and she prayed, oh she prayed that they weren’t watching.

“Mon ami, why didn’t you tell us, you know we wouldn’t have cared,” Lafayette said. Still drunk but quickly sobered by the situation. They knew. The world stopped for the female soldier, a pit of rocks filling her stomach and finding herself unable to swallow. But in this moment of absolute dread, something was missing, or someone. Hercules was passed out, and the two were in-front of her so… what was missing.

Alexander.

“Did. Did he see me?” No one needed to speak. Their faces said it all. He saw. The girl pushed past the pair and rushed down the stairs. The room was swirling and her anxiety was severely amplified. Everyone seemed the same, she felt so suffocated, so scared. But she knew Alex. She could recognize him from any crowd. And there he was, leaving the through back door. It was hard to push through the equally drunk crowd, and she could feel tears forming in her eyes. Once she finally made it to the back door, Alexander was already paces ahead of her. She ran, tripped and fell, and got back onto her feet again. She couldn’t lose him. Figuratively and literally. When she finally caught up, she called out to Alexander, who stopped but couldn’t turn around.

“Alexander. I’m. God I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know how to tell you and,” she was quickly cut off by him, as he looked at her in a way she’d never seen before.

“You lied to me. You fucking lied. I have hated myself this whole time, and you were lying? I cannot. Fucking. Believe you.”

“Alex,”

“No. Don’t you fucking start. Do you know what it’s like? To like someone the whole world tells you is wrong. Do you know what that’s like? I thought I was a disgusting freak for liking a man, but in the end you were just lying. To me, to everyone. I have hated myself for the past year all at your expense.” She reached out to try and touch his arm, to try and comfort him. She knew her words wouldn’t do shit, especially when they were both still drunk. “No. Don’t fucking TOUCH ME.” Alexander slapped her mid sentence, which resulted in her falling to the ground. His blind rage was replaced with instant regret, as he hurt the one thing he loved. His hand slightly tingling as he, now she, held her face in pure shock. Tears fell from his eyes as the girl infront of him began to sob, begging Alexander to stay. But he couldn’t. He knew that if he stayed he would hurt her more. So he turned his back and began to walk

“Alexander, come back! Please come back. I’m sorry. I need you, please,” she sobbed as her voice faded into despair and he just faded into the night…

#alexander hamilton #john laurens #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton x reader #lafayatte #hercules mulligan #slight nudity #drinking #cw cussing #con noncon #pining #hurt/no comfort

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lupus-praetor · 1 year

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|Hamilton|

"Raise a glass to freedom Something they can never take away No matter what they tell you Raise a glass to the four of us"

#Hamilton #lin manuel miranda #alexander hamilton #daveed diggs #lafayatte #Okieriete Onaodowan #hercules mulligan #anthony ramos #john laurens

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virgosenterlude · 11 months

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you will always be famous🕊️

#nelsan ellis #lafayatte

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bigashfarm · 1 year

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Had a little glow this evening..... . . #sunset #coloradosunset #clouds #coloradoclouds #boulder #boulderco #bouldercounty #lafayatte #lafayetteco #lafayattecolorado #louisville #louisvilleco #louisvillecolorado #longmont #longmontco #longmontcolorado #bigashfarm #bigashfarmcolorado #farm #farmlife #erie #erieco #eriecolorado #broomfield #broomfieldco #broomfieldcolorado https://www.instagram.com/p/CpMdc3jMleA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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vesseloftherevolution · 1 year

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The French Revolution and The Dissolution of the English Monasteries

So, slightly weird selection of topics to be thinking about in the same sentence, but French Revolution and the Dissolution of the Monasteries do have a surprising amount in common.

Firstly, there is the timescale on which both are operating. Although, as with most major events in history, there was a lot of buildup, and things were influenced for decades afterwards, both the French Revolution and the Dissolution of the Monasteries took at most a decade to run their courses through. The monasteries were dissolved in the decade between 1530 - 1540, and the Revolution was brought to a halt by the Coup of Brumiere in 1799, exactly a decade after it had begun.

Such big changes happening in such a short space must have been dizzying for the people who had grown up under the old system. And although many must have felt exhilarated, it’s unsurprising that many had doubts. When the French Revolution was starting to gather the momentum that would lead it toward the Terror, some of the more moderate reformers, such as the Marquis de Lafayette, thought it impossible that a country could function would a king as head of state, even if that king’s functional power was practically negligible. Later on, when the most Extremist of the Mountain were pushing things towards the declarations that “Terror is the Order of the Day”, the Indulgents were attempting to rein the situation in a bit, which went amazingly well for them all. A similar pattern is visible in the Dissolution: the Henrican Moderate Catholics were unwilling to take part in the reforms that swept the realm on the Accession of the fervently Protestant Edward VI, and there were multiple rebellions in the south and East of England over the dissolution of the monasteries. Moving forwards in time, Mary’s burning of Protestant bishops has an interesting parallel to the CSP and their Law of Suspects.

There is also the psychological effect of the Revolution and the advent of Protestantism to consider. The clarity and feeling that you were in personal commune with either your God, or the way your country was run, must’ve been an exhilarating and addictive sensation. Men like Camille Desmoulins and Thomas Cranmer seem almost bowled over by how sharp and well defined the new order is. However, the mysticism of the older Regimes, and how deeply ingrained into the very fabric of the country’s history, will have made them feel more secure. There were a lot of people willing to reform what was already there, but upending the familiarity of what they had grown up with was a step too far.

It’s always very interesting to consider the similarities and differences that occur in historical events. Not least because it leads one to speculate on what might have happened elsewhere, if events had taken a different turn.

(If there is anything I have somehow overlooked, or got a fact wrong, please do correct me.)

#frev #frev community #dissolution of the monasteries #napoleon #camille desmoulins #thomas cranmer #historical musings #lafayatte #Edward VI #mary i tudor

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