Requested?: No
Prompt: 6."I-I'm pregnant." 7. "I'll be here for you, through the dark." 11. "You gotta stop doing that." "Doing what?" "Saying things that make me want to kiss you!"
Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff
Timing: Modern AU
Reader's Relations: John’s Sister
Warnings: None If any of this is triggering, please let me know and I’ll warn for it next time!
Other notes: You live with John
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I sobbed as I hid myself under the covers, forgetting that I hadn’t locked the door to my room.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n), what happened?”
“Hmm.”
“What exactly does ‘Hmm’ mean?” John asked, pulling the covers back so he could see my tear-stained face.
“It means ‘None of your fucking business’. Leave me alone, please,” I muttered, sending him the middle finger.
“(Y/n), I’m your brother. I am not leaving this room until you tell me.”
“I-I’m pregnant,” I spoke in an almost whisper, hoping he hadn’t heard, but when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I knew he had, “I’ll be here for you. Through the dark.”
I smiled slightly and dried my eyes, “T-thank you.”
“Do you know who the father is?”
I shook my head, “All I know is it’s some French guy.”
“Okay. That’s fine with me. I won’t judge you, (Y/n). Anything I can get you?” John asked, his normal cinnamon roll self returning after being concerned about me. I just shook my head, “Not right now, but thank you.”
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“What’s got you so worked up?”
“Nothing,” I replied, looking at my phone for the thousandth time that minute, my leg jittering uncontrollably.
“Something’s wrong. John, we’re your friends, we can tell when you’re bothered by something.”
“Okay fine. I’m worried about (Y/n). She went out this morning and said she’d text me when she was nearly home. I still have not received that text, and I can’t help but think that something has happened,” I answered, wracking my hands through my hair.
“Oh.”
“Really? That’s all you say?”
Before anything else could be said, there was the sound of a door opening and some muttering. Then I heard a familiar voice, “Uncle John! Look what Mumm-” the young girl cut herself off before dashing out the same way she’d come.
YOUR POV
“Mummy! Why didn’t you tell me Uncle John had people over!”
“Huh? What are you talking about, Sweetie?” I asked, bending down to Marié’s level, and wiping the tears from her eyes.
“There’s people sitting in the living room with Uncle John and I don’t know who they are, or that they would be here!”
“It’s okay, Sweetie. We can ask your Uncle about it,” I replied, picking her up and walking into the living room, “John?”
“(Y/n)! I’m so glad you’re alright! Why didn’t you text me?!”
“Phone died,” I replied. I’ll put it on charge when I go upstairs. Sorry.”
“Mon ami, are you going to introduce us to this belle famme here or are we going to have to make assumptions?”
“Oh sorry. This is (Y/n). My little sister. (Y/n), Meet my friends; Alexander, but we all just call him Alex,” John spoke, pointing to a relatively short guy with dark brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, “Hercules,” a taller male with a bandana wrapped around his head, and “And Lafayette. His name is too long, so we all just call hi-” John stopped talking when I let out a small gasp and turned around, running out of the room and up to my bedroom, letting myself slide down the door once inside and muttering to myself.
JOHN’S POV
“Do you have something to say, Laf?”
“Whatever do you mean, Mon ami? I’ve never seen her before.”
“Then why’d she run off the minute she made eye contact with you?” I asked, turning to him, raising an eyebrow, “She knows you.”
I could tell he was trying to wrack his brain, when I felt an arm wrap around my legs, “Uppy!” I bent down and picked Marié up. As the five-year-old started to play with my hair, I continued to stare Laf down. Then it clicked, “Laf, don’t tell me… You don’t happen to be Marié’s father, do you?”
“Mon ami, that is an absurd thought. I told you already I have never met ta souer before. How could that even happen?”
I sighed and sat down on the sofa again, Marié now happily sitting in my lap, “Laf, like how you can tell when something is worrying me, I can tell when you’re lying. (Y/n) knows you.”
Before he could reply, my phone pinged. I picked it up and looked at the message to see it was from (Y/n): “Can you ask Lafayette to come upstairs? He deserves to know…”
“Laf, my sister wants to talk to you. You ‘deserve to know’ something.”
YOUR POV
By the time I sent John a message, I was sitting on my bed, wracking my hands through my hair That’s when I heard a knock on the door, “Excuse moi, may I come in?”
“Yes,” I responded, trying to calm myself down.
“(Y/n)... John thought of something downstairs..”
“Yes. You’re Marié’s father. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you, but I didn’t know I was pregnant until I got back to America, and by that point, it was too late. “C-Could you ever forgive me?” I muttered, my shoulders wracking with the sobs I was letting out.
“Mon ami,” he replied, bending down in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders comfortingly, “I should be the one asking for your forgiveness. I am the one who got you pregnant, and I haven’t done anything to help with the result of it.”
“You didn’t know she existed, Laf,” I muttered, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek, “You’ve got to stop doing that, you know.”
“Doing what?”
“Doing things that make me want to kiss you,” I answered, my face going bright red.
“Y-you want to kiss moi?”
“Y-yeah. Honestly, when we met in France, I fell in love with you, and the night Marié happened, I wasn’t actually that drunk. I’m sorry if this is creeping you out, I mean, I’m just your friend’s sister now. The past is the past, right?” Instead of a response, Laf just removed a hand from my shoulder and placed it on my cheek, “Mon ami, may I kiss you?”
And… my face was bright red again, “Y-you feel the same?” Again, there was no verbal response, only a nod. I nodded back and leaned in, kissing him, soon finding myself lying down on my bed, Laf hovering over me.
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!”
I immediately broke off at the sound of my brother’s voice, as I turned to see his face; red with anger, “LAF THAT IS MY SISTER!”
“Et c'est ma petite amie,” Laf replied, causing me to blush for the third time in ten minutes. Due to my French knowledge, I knew he’d just called me his girlfriend.
“Fine. You hurt her, you’re dead, Laf.”
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“Marié, how would you feel about getting a little sibling?” I asked the now eight-year-old as I fiddled with the ring on my left finger. Her face immediately lit up, “Really?!”
I nodded and she squealed, running off happily, probably to tell her friends. I stood up, however, I could feel eyes boring into me from behind, “Why are you asking Marié that specific question, (Y/n)?”
“Because fuck you, that’s why, John. My love life is none of your business.”
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Finally back to writing Hamilton oneshots hehe.
Baby I’m Yours
m. de lafayette x reader
Warnings: swearing and not proofread writing
REQ: (anonymous) “Can you do one when the reader has something going on with Lafayette(or you can do Thomas idrm) and one night their friend group are all hanging out and the reader walks away to get a drink or smth and ends up flirting with this guy and Laf gets jealous so he confronts you after the event and it turns into a big argument and the group notices the tension so they lock them in a room (or smth like that) so they can makeup (sorry if this doesn’t rlly make sense 😭)”
In which your best friend, the man you’ve been in love with from the start, gets jealous at a bar over you.
Wc: 4.7k
It was obvious that you and Lafayette were madly in love with each other.
Obvious to everyone but you two, that is. Whenever anyone suggested that he liked you back, you’d dismiss it as him being friendly, or having a naturally flirtatious personality. You were just best friends, you’d claim, he didn’t think of you that way.
But everyone in the friend group knew for certain that he was yours and you were his. That’s just how it is.
And it’s not like you’re denying your little crush; the girls know about it. You openly talk to the Schuyler sisters about your infatuation whenever you get the chance. When you’d say you weren’t sure if his feelings were more than friends, they’d roll their eyes and insult your sight. But he was a naturally touchy person, he was like that with everyone! It was so confusing and so thrilling at the same time.
Whenever you hung out with him (which was almost every day), he had his hands lingering somewhere on your body; whether that be holding your hand, his arm wrapped around your shoulder or waist, and sometimes even resting on your knee. He invariably kept contact with you, every single time.
And every time his fingers brushed yours, it sent a jolt of electricity through you, butterflies and hope filling your stomach as if you were a teenager in love. Your cheeks would immediately warm, and oh god if he sent that dazzling smile your way. Instant butterflies.
Your mind raced while you put on a simple black dress and heels. The dress was a little revealing, but you felt pretty so it didn’t matter. As long as you could hold yourself with confidence, and as long as you genuinely loved how you looked, that’s all that’s important. While you did your hair and makeup, you thought of Lafayette and what he’d like. Of course you knew better than to dress up for a man, and you weren’t dressing up for anybody, but you did want to look nice to impress him. Is that really so wrong?
Lafayette promised to pick you up, which made you a little panicky and rushed. A text chimed on your phone, and you picked it up to see that he was five minutes from you.
You inhaled sharply, putting in earrings and wiping off the mascara on your upper eyelid. Finally, a thin layer of gloss tinted your lips, and you were done.
He texted you saying he was here, and with a quick ‘On My Way!’ you raced out your apartment complex. He was waiting outside to walk you safely to the bar. It was a relatively short walk, only about half a mile, and he left his car in the parking garage since he knew better than to drive drunk.
His face lit up at the sight of you, a wide grin spreading across his features as he scanned you up and down.
“Qui est cette belle femme? (Who is this beautiful woman?) You look gorgeous, amour,” he said, holding out his hand for you to take. He twirled you around, giggles escaping both of you in the process.
“Thanks, you don’t look half-bad yourself.” You elbowed his side, reconnoitering his shirt that had the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his chest.
“That’s the best you can give me?” He scoffed. You shrugged as you interlocked fingers and started walking to the bar.
“What do you want me to say? I can’t have your ego getting too inflated.”
“Well, a ‘you look handsome too, Lafayette,’ would’ve been nice,” he grumbled.
“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, “you look handsome too, Lafayette. Happy?”
He dropped the somber look on his face and grinned, nodding eagerly. You chuckled and shook your head, swinging his arm in a back-and-forth rhythm.
With Laf by your side, the fifteen minute walk felt like five. Time just seemed to fly by with him, conversation flowed naturally, and it probably helped that you had a big fat crush on him. Even the slightest squeeze of his hand made your stomach flutter and warmth shooting up to your cheeks.
When you arrived, he regrettably let go of your hand to open the door for you. You missed the comfort in his touch.
“Thank you for your chivalry,” you giggled. He rolled his eyes playfully and rested his hand on your lower back while in search of the rest of the crew.
The whole gang was there, minus Angelica and Peggy who seemed to have been running a bit late. John and Hercules had already started drinking, maybe a little too much. Alexander held back because he didn’t want to be a huge bother for Eliza, who didn’t drink alcohol.
“The lovebirds made it! Sit, sit,” John shouted, raising the glass in his hands.
You huffed, taking a seat from across them while Lafayette took one next to you. “Oh, shut it. How are you already slurring your words?”
“‘M not slurring my words,” he argued, slamming the glass unintentionally. You rolled your eyes.
“Sure you’re not, ami,” Lafayette said, his hand never leaving your back.
You ignored them as they started bickering back and forth, and turned to Eliza and Alex instead. “Hi Eliza, Alex,” you said. They smiled warmly, greeting you back immediately.
“It’s been a while. How’s being a journalist treating you?” Alex asked, taking a sip of his beer.
“Oh, y’know,” you waved your hands around, “pretty mediocre. I haven’t gotten any of the good assignments since I’m the new girl, but I’ll manage.”
“Awh, that sucks. I’m sure they’ll see your talent soon enough.” Eliza reassured sweetly.
“Thanks, Liza. You look beautiful, by the way. Blue has always been your color,” you sighed, glancing down at the simple blue dress she wore. She blushed and thanked you, commenting that you look beautiful as well.
Lafayette’s hand lifted from your back, and you glanced to see why. He had run off with John and Hercules, probably to get a couple more drinks. You frowned lightly, but shifted your gaze from the handsome man to the pretty woman in front of you.
“So, when are you and Laf gonna make it official?” Alex smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. Eliza bit back a grin as well, and smacked Alex’s hand.
“I—he doesn’t—we’re not,” you huffed, cheeks flushing with heat and embarrassment. “He doesn’t see me that way.”
Both of them rolled their eyes at that. “You’re kind of stupid, you know that, right?” Alex commented. Eliza hummed in agreement.
“Wha—Eliza! Don’t agree with him!” You gasped, feigning offense. A sly smile worked its way on her lips as she shrugged innocently.
“If the shoe fits.”
You narrowed your eyes at her. “You little traitor.”
“How am I betraying you? It’s simple observation. He’s been drooling over you for forever, and if you’re too stupid to realize that, it’s not my fault.” She crossed her arms, and her fiancé laughed, patting her back in support.
You muttered swears under your breath. “He would’ve said something by now if that’s how he feels.”
“Be serious,” she snorted, “he literally calls you amour.”
“Yeah, and you should hear the way he talks about you on the phone. He is..wow,” Alex chimes in. You blink, deciding not to ask for any elaboration.
“…So what? He calls everyone names in French.” You defend. “Doesn’t mean shit.”
“Yeah, but only ami. Amour is specifically reserved for you.” Eliza gave you a pointed look.
You opened your mouth to counter her, but no words came out. She was right; you were the only person Lafayette called amour or chèrie. But that didn’t mean anything, right? Even if he did like you in that way, who’s to say he wants a relationship with you? You’ve liked people before but haven’t wanted to date them. Maybe that’s how it is with you.
And that thought alone scared you, because you knew you wanted something with him, and if he didn’t reciprocate those feelings, you wouldn’t know what to do.
“Well…still,” you spoke hesitantly, “if he feels that way, then I’ll wait for him to say something.”
The pair sighed and shared a look. “That’s exactly what he said to me a week ago…” Alex muttered, just barely loud enough for you to hear.
Before you could respond, a pair of arms threw themselves around your shoulders. “Y/n! I haven’t seen you in forever!”
The sound of Peggy’s voice hit your ears, and you instantly smiled, swiveling to face her. Angelica waved to you before greeting her sister in a hug.
“I missed you too, Peggy,” you giggled, hugging her back.
She gave you a toothy grin, backing up from you and taking in your appearance. “You look absolutely hot, by the way. I might have to steal you from Lafayette.” She teased.
“Peggy!” You slapped her arm playfully. The rest of the boys were making their way over, Lafayette’s eyes specifically trained on you.
“The other sisters arrived! Finally, what took y’all so long?” Laurens slurred, his Carolinian accent seeping through his words.
Lafayette moved to your side, bumping arms with you. He gave you a charming grin that you shot back, habitually leaning into his presence. You locked eyes with Eliza who gave you a knowing look, as if to say ‘told you.’
“We just got caught up in traffic,” Peggy responded.
“Liar! Admit that you took two hours to get ready,” Angelica shouted.
The group quickly dissipated into laughter and chatter. While Hercules went on about a horror story from one of his most recent clients, you couldn’t help it that you were only half-listening. Lafayette’s hand on your knee prevented you from thinking clearly—or was it the alcohol?
Whatever reason specifically was irrelevant. All you knew is that he was doing that thing with his thumb where he rubs it back and forth, and he has the audacity to act focused on the conversation. Hell, he wouldn’t even look your way! It’s like what he was doing was completely subconscious. Almost an innate response to being near you.
He must’ve noticed your absence in conversation, because he turned to you with concern etched in his eyebrows.
“You okay, mon amour?” He asked.
Fuck, there’s that stupid nickname again.
“Yeah,” you lied, “just feeling a little nauseous is all.”
He frowned, leaning down so he could whisper in your ear. “If you want to leave, it’s your call.”
“We don’t have to leave,” you swallowed thickly. Was he seriously fine with stopping his evening just to take you home? “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and refresh myself.”
“Okay,” his frown deepens. You excuse yourself from the setting and rush to the bathroom. His eyes lingered on you a moment more before Hercules snapped him out of it.
The bathroom light was broken. It flickered on and off, on and off in a rhythm that drove you insane. You stared into your reflection, a crisis happening in your brain. You knew why he made you feel this way, that was obvious. But you didn’t know why he kept playing with your feelings the way he does. You didn’t know if you drove him as mad as he drives you, if he stays up at night wishing you were next to him.
There was a random girl applying bright red lipstick. She must’ve noticed the distressed state you were in, because she broke the silence in the air.
“Worrying about a man?”
You blinked, mostly in shock that she was talking to you, but also because she was right. She waited patiently for your response, not looking you in the eyes, but instead focused on perfecting her lip combo.
“Uhh…yeah, how’d you know?” You shifted your weight, looking at her now.
“Woman’s intuition,” she replied. “You’ve got stress written all over you. I know a situationship when I see a girl alone in a bar bathroom.”
“What about you then? You’re alone in a bathroom, too,” you countered. Who was she to make these bold assumptions?
“Right, but observe the difference in our postures. Relax, babe. Breathe. Whatever is troubling you probably isn’t worth all the worry.”
“I—you don’t know anything about my situation,” you bit the inside of your cheek.
“Tell me or don’t tell me,” she shrugged. Finally, she turned to face you. You couldn’t deny her beauty; she wore a bold red dress and the exact same shade of lipstick to complement it. Dark curls fell past her shoulders, and she held herself with such confidence that reflected onto you.
“Fine. My best friend is with me, along with the rest of our friend group, and I can’t tell if he genuinely is into me or if he’s just playing some sick game.” You confessed.
She smiled in satisfaction. “Why do you think that?”
“Because he’s always touching me but he’s never actually admitted that he likes me or anything. He also calls me ‘amour’ and I’m the only person he calls that. And just before I left to come here, he asked if I was okay, and when I said I felt sick he offered to take me home.”
“It sounds like he does care about you. I think you’re overthinking the situation, sweetheart,” she crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the wall. The light flickers more. “You should go for it. And whatever happens is meant to happen. It’s your life, you’re able to change it at any moment. Take the first step even if it seems scary.”
“You’re right,” you sigh. “I should probably head back now. Thank you…” you trailed off, realizing that you don’t know her name.
“Maria,” she responds.
“Thank you, Maria.” You smile, “Y/n.”
“You’re welcome, Y/n.” She smiles back, watching you walk out of the dim bathroom.
After confiding in a random lady in a bathroom bar, you felt confident and ready to change your relationship status. You were tired of pretending to not want something with Laf knowing you wanted a real connection. You wanted something deeper, something intimate with the man you called your best friend.
“Y/n?” A familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. You turn, coming face to face with Aaron Burr.
“Aaron? God, how long has it been?” You smile, pulling up beside him. He was alone in the corner of the bar, far enough away to where you wouldn’t have been able to recognize him from where the group was sitting.
“Since sophomore year, I reckon,” he said.
Aaron Burr was one of the first new people you met in college. At one point, you thought that the man was into you, but a while of hanging out helped you realize he actually was just friendly. And he was loyal, too. His heart was set on Theodosia, and he would deny any woman who looked at him with the slightest bit of lust.
He was a reserved, composed man. Extremely stoic, extremely put together, and very polite. Burr seemed to enjoy a quiet life, hence why he chose the farthest spot away from your rowdy group. He also knew everyone somewhat-personally, although he was left on bad terms with Alexander. A little feud involving Thomas Jefferson led to the break of their friendship.
“How are things? D’you ever tell Theodosia how you feel?” You asked, resting your chin in your hands.
He holds up his left hand, the shine of a golden band making you gasp. You grab his wrist to inspect it, admiring the glimmer of love sealed in a single ring.
“Congratulations! Holy shit, Aaron, that’s amazing!”
“Thank you. I finally got the courage to ask her out, and this is where it’s led me,” he beams a true smile. “The wedding is set for a few months from now.”
You awh and rest a hand over your chest, playing with the dainty necklace. “That’s so sweet. I’m so happy for you, Aaron. I know you and Alex aren’t on the best of terms, but do you want to join us? Share a few drinks?” You offer.
“Thanks, but no thanks. Ever since you sat down, Lafayette has been glaring at me this whole time. It looks like he’s about to murder me,” he chuckles. You whip your head around to see Lafayette.
Laf looks away the moment you turn to spy him, pretending like he didn’t just get caught staring at you.
“Ignore him. He’s just protective, he probably doesn’t realize it’s you.” You wave your hand dismissively.
Burr gave you a half-hearted shrug. “I’ll take my chances. I was actually about to head out soon anyway.”
“What? C’mon, don’t let my friend scare you off. Drink with us!” You plead, leaning forward in your stool.
“No, no, seriously. I told myself I wouldn’t stay long, and it’s getting late.” Despite your efforts to convince him to stay, he denies every offer you put forth.
“Alright,” you frown. “It was nice seeing you, Aaron. Tell Theo I said hi! And again, congrats!”
You hop off your barstool, waving goodbye to him. He walks out the back way, probably to avoid confrontation with the guard dog eyeing the entire interaction you had with the man.
When you got back to the table, everyone was immersed in their own chats, not really paying much mind to you or even noticing your arrival. You plopped next to Lafayette again, but he ignored you, taking a long swig of his drink.
“I’m back,” you chirped.
No response.
“Laf? You okay?” You put a hand on his broad shoulder, wincing when you finally notice the scowl on his face. Your hand falls off his shoulder almost instantly.
“Perfectly fine,” he grunts.
“Whoa, what happened?”
“Go ask Burr, maybe he’ll ’ave an answer,” he snaps.
Okay, problem found. He was upset because you were talking to Aaron. Your stomach dropped and you had to stop yourself from saying something nasty.
“Why are you mad? C’mon, Laf, don’t be like this,” you scoff lightly, crossing your arms.
“Don’t be like what?” He mutters, being extra careful to keep his voice low so the rest of the group wouldn’t get suspicious. When his eyes flickered to yours, they didn’t hold the same playful tint like they usually did. Instead, they were darker, filled with jealousy and bitterness. You tensed.
“Like a dick. Seriously, you’re killing the mood,” you lowered your voice as well.
His jaw clenched and the grip on his drink tightened, and he stayed silent. Scarily silent.
“Lafayette! Which is better, the edge piece of brownies or the center? Because Hercules here thinks the center is the best when it’s not,” Laurens called him over, and he shot up, moving over to them.
You stared at him in shock. Is he really mad because you were talking with Aaron Burr?
“What happened? He looks pissed,” Eliza sounded from behind you. You flinched and swiveled around, mouth slightly hung open.
“I don’t know. I think he’s upset because I was talking to an old friend,” you reply.
“Uh-huh. And does this old friend happen to be a man?” She asks, taking a seat next to you.
You bite your lower lip. “Maybe. But it’s not like that! He literally showed me his wedding ring!”
“Does he know that?” She nods to Laf. You let your gaze linger on him a little too long, gripping the edge of your dress.
“…No. He shouldn’t be mad, anyways.”
“He’s not mad, he’s jealous. If he sees another man being touchy with his girl, he’s gonna get jealous,” she said.
Her usage of the words ‘his girl’ made your stomach flutter.
“So what do I do then?” You turn back to her.
“Give him a little bit of time to cool down, then talk to him. He’ll listen to anything you say, and he’ll believe it, too. That man would walk into fire for you. If you say there was nothing between you and the old friend, then there was nothing between you and the old friend.” She replies. “Who was it, anyway?”
“Burr,” you whisper. She nods, pursing her lips.
“I see. Wait, he’s married?”
“Engaged,” you correct.
She forms her mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ and lets out a tiny noise. You inhale sharply and glance back at Lafayette. He had his focus on the conversation before him, nothing else. Eliza gave you a reassuring smile and told you everything will be okay.
Then you thought back to Maria in the bathroom. ‘Take the first step even if it seems scary.’
Her words echoed in your mind. You needed to go for it like she said. But first, liquid courage.
You downed a shot and stood, strutting over to Lafayette and grabbing him by the arm. He gave you a confused look, but didn’t resist when you pulled him away from his friends.
“Could we go back to mine and talk? There’s things I need to tell you,” you bite your lower lip.
“I don’t want to leave yet,” he frowned.
“Okay,” you nodded slowly, “I’m gonna head out then. Goodbye, Lafayette.”
“Wait,” he stopped you from walking off. “I’m not gonna let you walk home by yourself. ‘Ts not safe.”
The urge to smirk tugged on your lips, and you fought it back. You both said your goodbyes to the rest of the group. Laurens shouts out ‘use protection!’ to which you both ignore before walking out.
There’s a tense, thick silence between you. It was almost palpable. The chill of the night air made you shiver, and he just barely pulled you closer to him.
“Lafayette,” you start once you see your apartment complex come into view. “Tell me the real reason why you’re mad.”
“‘M not mad,” he mumbled.
“So then, what is it? You’ve been acting weird since I got back from the bathroom.”
He didn’t reply. You neared closer and closer to the apartment.
“Lafayette?” You called out, impatiently waiting for a response. Anything, something. Even a squeeze of the hand would’ve been nice, but he was unresponsive.
“I just—“ he cut himself short, inhaling sharply. “I just don’t like when you flirt with other guys.”
“Okay, first of all, I wasn’t flirting with him—“
“But you touched him. I saw it,” he countered.
“Because he was showing me his engagement ring. Lafayette, the man is about to get married, I was just excited for him.” You snort. He falls silent once again, processing your words. “And why are you so jealous if I talk to another man? It’s like anytime somebody comes five feet within my vicinity, you become some overprotective b—friend.” You refrained from accidentally referring to him as your boyfriend, as much as you wish you could.
“I wonder, amour, I really do.” He sassed, rolling his eyes. The way he called you the pet name held weight to it, too.
“Stop it,” you growled. Both of you stood outside the building, nothing but the pale moonlight and broken street lamps illuminating you.
“Stop what?”
“Deflecting the fucking conversation! I’m trying to communicate with you here, and you’re not listening!” You finally snap.
He stares at you, wide eyes and shock written on him. It wasn’t often that you truly got pushed to breaking point, and you seldom swore at him. He didn’t know how to react, really. But god, you being mad at him did something to him words couldn’t explain.
“Y/n,” he spoke, voice low and gravely, “I ‘ave tried to make this as obvious as possible.”
“What?” You scrunched your nose in confusion. He wasn’t referring to everything everyone has ever told you, right? That couldn’t possibly be! Was he alluding to the very real feelings that plague his mind every time he’s near you?
“I think you know what I’m talking about,” he swallows hard, taking a step closer to you. The cold air nipped at his nose, making it flushed red.
“No, Lafayette, I don’t. So fucking tell me,” you seethe.
He sighs, murmuring something in French before cupping your face and smashing his lips against yours.
Ah. So that’s what it was.
Without hesitation, you kissed back. Your arms found their way to his neck, and one of his hands stayed on your jaw while the other moved to your lower back, pulling you in closer. Time seemed to have stopped at that moment. All passion and years of yearning were poured into one moment.
He may not have been your first kiss, but he was the first kiss that mattered.
When he pulled off, breathless and now kiss-drunk on top of alcohol-drunk, he looked ethereal. “I’m in love with you, amour, and I have been for so long,” he confessed.
Once again, frozen in time. He stared into your eyes, waiting for a reaction. When you didn’t, you could feel panic seep from him. He loosened his embrace on you and a regretful worry stirred on his features.
“Mon Dieu, I’ve messed everything up now, ‘aven’t I?” He swore, dropping his hands completely from you.
That’s all it took to snap you out of your daze.
“No! No, you haven’t messed anything up. Lafayette, I—“ you grabbed his hands again, pushing closer to him. “I feel the same way. I’ve loved you since the moment we first met, and this whole time I’ve been wondering if you felt the same.”
“Seriously?” He asked.
“Mhm,” you nodded, smile growing wider with every passing second.
“You’re saying we could’ve done this earlier?”
You laughed, shaking your head gently. “Maybe it was meant to happen at this moment.” You leaned in and kissed him sweetly, shorter this time. He smiled into it, and when you pulled off it only seemed to brighten.
“So can we make this official? You’ll be mine?” He asked with a hopeful squeeze of your hands.
“I’ve always been yours, Laf.”
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“We should mess with them,” you said while riding the elevator up to Laurens’ apartment. It had been a week after you and Lafayette officially got together, and you both agreed to keep it on the DL for a while.
“‘Ow so?” He asked, intrigued.
“Well, they always pressured me into confessing to you. Maybe we can pretend like we’re still friends and just be extra touchy with each other,” you shrugged.
He grinned, eyebrows shooting up. “Let’s do it.” He held his hand out and you took it, interlocking fingers as you approached the door.
A few swift knocks for the door swung open, and Hercules greeted you with a loud welcome. “The lovebirds have arrived! Come in, come in,” he opened the door wider and you stepped inside. Everyone else already seemed to be there, laughing, drinking, eating, and having a good time.
Lafayette kept his arms around your waist the whole time, earning you looks from the Schuyler sisters and Alex. None of them knew they were being fucked with, and their reactions to it made it so much better.
While you all sat on the couch, scrolling to find a good horror movie to watch, you sat in between Laf’s legs, him holding you close in a comforting manner. Once again, Eliza shot you a knowing look, and you just shrugged.
Laurens and Hercules finally came to an agreement on watching Get Out, and somewhere in the first ten minutes, you got up to get a refill.
Naturally, Lafayette trailed after you to the kitchen. The moment you were both out of earshot and sight, you burst into fits of giggles. The rest of the group, however, had a more serious reaction.
“So we all agree we need to get them together soon, right?” Laurens spoke quietly. Everyone hummed in agreement.
“It’s agonizing watching them pine for each other,” Alex said.
“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Eliza got up.
“And I’ll talk to him,” Alex said, following her into the next room over where you and Lafayette were.
When they walked in, however, you were wrapped in each others arms in a kiss. They gasped, and you both scrambled off one another, a guilty smile forming on your face.
“What’s going on here?” Alex spoke, breaking the stunned silence.
You shared a look with Lafayette, smiling even wider than before and struggled to contain your laughter.