hamilton one shots

sour patch kid

Tw: abuse, self harm, and rape

A/N: not a discussion just something that came to mind

Lafayettes pov

How did i end up here a crying mess under the general how did i end up obaying his every word as he has his fun i grip my sleeves keeping them from moving he cant see what ive done i waisted medical supplies on myself i didnt want to alexander made me i stammer a fake moan to please him as he finished i get left there again no warmth no love no cuddling till i didnt feel the pain just a cold tent alone on the edge of the woods he leaves as usuall no one is awake no one would help even if they were awake i got dressed and looked thu my bag for anything anything to make me feel better i found hercs hoodie he was at a british camp spying i held it close to my chest tears rolling off my cheeks it smelled like sour patch kids and rum (idk shh leave me alone) it smelled like late nights and happyness it smeeled like the man i loved the war is almost over ill get him back soon Alex was at home with his wife John was in south Carolina he comes home tommorow tho Hercules ny Hercules comes home after the final battle i heard the morning trumpet so i walked out hiding the hoody i acted like i usually would fake smile a few orders till i saw a small freckled man run into my chest arms around me tight it hurt but i didnt show it i hugged him back "john" i whispered "sour patch ive missed you so much you look" he cupped my face taking in my features i know i looked horrible i had bruises, scars, i havent slept since they left "broken" i flinched at the word i knew he saw it "Lafayette what happend" "im fine just stress from the war" i reassured him putting my hands on his he pulled away hugging me again i hugged back missing this "welcome back freckles its almost over now" his smile brought back happyness to me