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Men are the worst - Lafayette X Reader

Prompt: 283. "There are plenty of people out there who love you." "Yeah, like who?" "Like me."
Warnings: cus- do I really need to put a warning on cussing anymore? Oh and kidnapping. Google translate

Changes: THE DOE A DEER SONG EXISTS ALREADY FOR SOME REASON + this time hes staying married + SOMEWHAT MODERN WAY OF SPEAKING + Laf isn't a cute fluffy bun bun this time.

AU: Nah
Era: Old
POV: YOUR POVVV

2k reads?? Whaaaaaa??? I'm so happy??? I'm famous guys???

Banastre Tarleton needs to be recognized more. He was an ass but pretty attractive.
Another looong one :::)))
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Men in the 18th century are literally the worst.
Here's the story.
There's this man by the name of Banastre Tarleton, and he has been after me ever since we made eye contact.

No big deal, it's just a crush... right?

((Donald trump voice))
WRONG!

Banastre is insane.

When that asshat got promoted to a commander, the first thing he does is take me as a prisoner.

He claimed I was "An American spy." And "Needed to be with him at all times."

I was born in England. He knows this!

So there I was, in the midst of a war... as a prisoner... tied up to Banastre's desk.
Like most men, he got bored of me and decided to set me free.

Amazing, right?

((Donald Trump voice))
WRONG!

We're in the middle of a forest on American territory. I have no home to go to.

I leeched off of the camp's resources till someone complained and Banastre told me I had to leave the camp.

However, I managed to flirt my way into staying on the grounds. I still had to find my own food though. I started taking long walks in the forest, looking for anything edible. The food gods were on my side, so everyday I found something that would keep me alive.

A month into staying at the camp, my life changed even more than it already had.

On the particular day where my life changed, I was doing my morning routine of getting food and walking back to the camp with my arms full of whatever.

The Americans thought it would be a great idea to throw the camp a surprise attack this day. I was oblivious to the fact.

The camp was dead silent when I returned. There were signs of struggle– torn up tents and things scattered around– but no corpses or people.

Naïve me, decided it would be a great idea to shout and investigate.

"Hello?! Banastre?! Soldiers?! Anyone?!"

I heard a twig snap in the distance.
The air seemed thick now

It's a deer, Y/N... only a deer.

"Doe, a deer, a female deer..." I sang softly to myself, trying to find some comfort in the situation

"Ray, a drop of golden sun..."