Another EdeLafayette fanfic but this time finished from like a month ago, hope you enjoy :3
Gunshots. Steel clinking against steel. Hooves thumping, horses neighing and men screaming. Utter chaos everywhere around as me and the Marquis arrived, expecting a battle, not... Whatever this was. The redcoats coming from two sides, and the Americans retreating frantically.
We joined Stirling's division, hoping to aid and rally the retreating troops under the British fire, but it didn't last long until I lost sight of Gilbert. As always, too reckless for his own good, charging before thinking. Then again, he'd only recently turned 20 a couple days prior... I shook away the thoughts and instead focused on the situation around me, trying to do my job as I looked around hoping to catch at least a glimpse of the Marquis to catch up to him. I kept riding around and rallying the men, but no sight of Lafayette... Until a glimpse of his uniform flickered in the corner of my vision. I immediately turned around, after making sure there was nothing more to do here, and rode to him. Just as I was about to reach him, the British fired again and I noticed him flinch and grimace. Could it be?... No, no, I needed to stop thinking negatively. He surely wouldn't have been wounded as soon as he arrived, right? Luck wouldn't be that cruel... Still, just for my own sanity, I joined him and tried to aid his rear as we moved with the retreating troops, slowly but surely making it out to the reinforcements to reform at the south of Dilworth, to hold off the British while the rest of the army retreated. All while the sun was setting slowly, which was beautiful in spite of the situation. Perhaps it was even our salvation. After all, the redcoats wouldn't keep pushing after nightfall, would they?
The line was strained, but with the reinforcements and artillery, it seemed to be holding up alright. However, the British kept on firing and attacking, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon... As I was rallying the troops to hold the line, I suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in my thigh and I couldn't help but hiss. I glanced down, breathing through my teeth, only to find a red stain blossoming on the outer thigh of my white breeches. Scheiße. But I couldn't just stop and leave now, could I? Not when the battle was still ongoing, I had to hold on at least until that godforsaken nightfall... I clenched my teeth and quickly wrapped whatever bandage I had with me around the injury, as tight as possible, and continued on with my job.
Eventually, darkness came, and the redcoats stopped pursuing us indeed. I could feel my thigh pulsing with pain, the breeches undoubtedly now mostly a dirty reddish brown. Then, Lafayette barked at me to help him rally and organise the rest of the retreating troops, so I clenched my jaw and obeyed. Wait a second... Was that a wince from him? No, definitely not... My mind must've been playing tricks on me.
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Around midnight, we arrived at Chester. I thought I could hear Gilbert talking to me, but I couldn't understand a thing. Not that I didn't want to, it was just all... Fuzzy. As if muffled. Not to mention my vision was blurry all over the place as well. The adrenaline must've been wearing off...
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I woke up on some table. In what was, presumably, a hospital. I tried to sit up and look around, but my side ached like crazy, so I laid back down on the cold wood, choosing to instead look down at myself, under some sort of makeshift blanket. I had lower smallclothes on, and my thigh appeared to have been tended to already. Good. Then I looked at my chest. It was bare, and there was stitching on my right side— Why? I didn't remember being hurt there... And then I realised. My chest was bare. BARE. With all the evidence I'd hate to come to light, on display if not for that measly blanket. I panicked, looking around for anything to cover up better, but I found nothing. I could only hope that no one would walk in at the wrong time, or that the doctor didn't tell anyone, or that, somehow, Lafayette wouldn't come to visit me and see everything...
—Ah, Henri! You're awake at last!— I heard that familiar French accent from behind. Scheiße. —You gave me quite the scare when you fell off the horse like that, you know? I'd almost thought you'd keeled over.
I fell off my horse? I didn't remember that... I panicked again, unsure what to do. Respond? But how? Turn to him? Yeah, right, and let him see everything and alter his perception of you forever? I heard shuffling and uneven footsteps from behind. Oh no. He was coming closer. What to do, what to do, what to do... I felt a hand on my shoulder and instinctively turned around, the blanket sliding off with the suddenness of the turn. I saw Gilbert's eyes widen and cheeks redden, and I immediately covered up again, burying my face in my hands from shame. He saw. There was no doubt about it. He'd surely hate me now, right? No doubt about it...
—Henri, you're... A woman?— he asked cautiously, confused, but without hostility in his tone.
My eyes snapped open beneath my hands. Maybe not all hope was lost... But how would I explain this to him? I was not a woman, I was sure of that. I shook my head, took a deep breath and slowly looked up at him.
—N-no, I'm not. I mean— I was born as one, but I never felt such, and— I was just born with the wrong body, kind of? Like, um— Physically, I have female characteristics, but I'm actually a man?— Please don't hate me, please don't think less of me, please...— I rambled on. And he only smiled softly, though still looking a little confused.
—So... You're still a man, right?
I nodded. He leaned down and hugged me tight, then looser as I winced.
—Good. Then you're a man to me. Honestly, with eveything we've been through, it'd be harder for me to see you as a woman than as a man, at this point. Body or not, Henri.
I felt myself melting into him, tears welling in my eyes. I'd never felt so accepted in my whole life. So... Seen. So unconditionally, straightforwardly assured. For a while, I couldn't even speak. Only after a few minutes, with tears rolling down my cheeks, I managed a small:
—Thank you.
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Happy pride month y'all and happy pride to my man Henry too ofc!!
Lowk started this only because I had an idea and needed to work through some stress so it's probably historically inaccurate in places
Henry was standing by the window, looking out at the buildings and the coast illuminated by the setting sun. The war was long over, and despite it having been indisputably a good thing, he couldn't shake off that odd feeling of not being necessary anymore. He'd already grown so used to the routine, after all. To the sound of muskets firing and steel clashing against steel. Not to this. To peace, quiet, and the waves crashing in the port. To being able to just sit and contemplate and take a breath without the fear of enemy troops attacking or worrying about rations. He also wasn't used to the seagulls' cries echoing in the skies, and the bustle of people's chatter in the city. But most importantly, he wasn't used to this... Loneliness.
A whole apartment for him. It wasn't the most spacious, sure, barely the size of his shared apartment back in Paris, but it was still much bigger than the tent he was forced to share with Lafayette throughout the war. And now, all this space, all for him. But at what cost? It all felt so empty, so cold, so distant. Without the presence of anyone but Henry himself, and his thoughts.
And just as Henry was wallowing in those reminiscences, a knock came at the door, snapping him out of it. He walked over to the door, surprised. "I wasn't expecting anyone, much less at this hour...", he thought as he pulled the door open.
—Henri, mon ami!— an unmistakable, cheerful, French voice came from the other side of the door. The Frenchman waltzed right in as if he owned the place, and hugged Henry tight, making him gasp.
—Gh- Gilbert?— Henry managed to utter, stunned by his sudden appearance.
—You can't just stay inside all day, Henri! Or you'll end up all wrinkly and grouchy and grumpy like all those old, uptight secretaries and lawyers and whatnot!— Lafayette ranted —You have to experience the city with me, Henri! Go places! Socialize!
Henry corrected his glasses and smoothed his justaucorps out, then tilted his head.
—What's the rush, Gilbert? We could do that tomorrow, not today when it's already getting late... It's not like you're going anywhere tomorrow, right?— he crossed his arms and glanced up at the Frenchman. A flash of guilt flashed over Gilbert's face, and he looked away, as Henry pressed on —Well, if you're going tomorrow, we could stroll overmorrow, I don't exactly have anything planned either way...
Gilbert took a deep breath, took Henry's hands into his, and looked him in the eyes.
—Cher... I'm leaving tomorrow.
Henry blinked a few times, blushing faintly at the sudden gesture.
—Well, for how long? And where? I can wait a week or two if you have to sort some matters in Boston or—
—No, cher. I am leaving tomorrow. For France.— he interrupted Henry gently, then cupped his cheek with one hand, watching as Henry expression twisted through the five stages of grief in a span of a few seconds, only to stop at betrayal and held back tears in his eyes.
—Already?... I thought you said... A month...— Henry whispered, lip trembling as he fought not to cry, thrown off his depth here.
—I know, mon cher Henri, but the plans changed... Life is a cruel mistress...— Gilbert brought one of Henry's hands to his lips and kissed its knuckles before rubbing his thumb over Henry's cheek —I wish I could stay longer, but I cannot. But I will visit you as soon and as often as possible—
—I said those same words to my mother when I was going to study, and look how it all came out!— Henry snapped —How should I know you won't end up like this? How—
—Shhh...— Gilbert shushed him gently and slowly pulled him into his chest as Henry broke down crying, his body trembling in Lafayette's arms —It won't, cher. And I will make sure of that.
Henry's fingers curled into Lafayette's coat.
—You... You knew that you were leaving, you knew we wouldn't see each other for a long time, and that's all that you have to offer me? A promise? A reassurance with no proof? And you wanted to take me out to the city?— Henry blabbered through the tears —You idiot! If I have only a few hours to spend with you, I want to spend them with you only! And not with people around, not with the seagulls trying to snatch our food, not with so many distractions! I want to spend them with only you, I want to become one with you again, perhaps for the very last time! I want to study you, to touch you, to feel you, and only you! I want this to be the only place to remind me of you and torture me with you when you're gone and I'm lonely! Not everywhere I go in the city! I want only this place to be the silent bearer of my grief and our shared goodbyes and love and woes!— Henry snarled into Gilbert's shoulder —And you, you, my self-proclaimed lover, wanted to take me to the city! You, who I thought knew me better than I did! You wish to torture me, is that it? You wanted me to be reminded of the loneliness and longing for you everywhere I looked in the city, no? You draw some sick satisfaction from my grief and yearning and the thought of me thinking of you everywhere?
Gilbert sighed.
—Henri... Calm down at least a little. You're getting psychotic, cher. — he kissed the crown of Henry's head, softly —I merely wanted for us to spend some time together. Whether it be the city, the countryside, the sea, or this room, it does not matter to me, as long as it's you.
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Also just in case Henry doesn't usually act all that snappy and spiraling at stuff, he's more on the melancholic and rather calm side actually unless something REALLY throws him off and sends him into a bit of a spiral right here
I gotta post more EdeLafayette fics to show that better.... EdeLafayette I love you EdeLafayette...
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<recording stops>
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<recording ends>
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<recording cuts off>
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