Washington's hand barely ghosted over the bandaged wound in Lafayette's hip, but Lafayette whimpered in pain. Washington quickly moved his hand, and retuned to pressing a wet cloth to Lafayette's to hot forehead. "On fire…" Lafayette whimpered, his breathing becoming quicker.

When Hercules Mulligan walks down a mysterious alley downtown, he doesn't expect to meet the love of his life. -Mullete- Rated T just in case because I'm paranoid and cursing.

After the war is won, Lafayette must return to France, but there's a certain someone that he's having trouble saying goodbye to... *Historical Mullette*

According to Washington, Lafayette had seemed off lately. According to Mrs. Washington, Lafayette was very unwell. But according to Lafayette himself? He was fine. (Sickfic) (Warning: Blood and some angst)

A sample chapter written as a side piece inspired by The Taken, a very well written Hamilton fic.

They all knew the Beast's temper was something to fear. They just never thought he would truly cause them any harm. If only one Enchanted Object hadn't had to suffer to prove them wrong.