#Lafayette x reader

[astralaffairs]

hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

[littlesunshine1223]

J.Laurens aesthetic

[multifamdomfan]

Could you do a hamilton boys with a plus sized afab!reader? 🫶

Hamilsquad x plus sized! fem!reader

🫶 right back at'cha babe

Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Let's be honest the boys don't care what you look like

It's what's on the inside that counts (cheesy I know but it's true)

They all think you're beautiful because of your personality

But it does have some perks

They all think you give the best hugs and cuddles

You're their personal pillow

Besides that it doesn't affect the relationship

If you ever get insecure Alexander can and will write you a eighty page document on how amazing you are and how beautiful you are

John will cuddle you and try to love the insecurity away (it's bound to at least help)

Lafayette showers you with compliments and kiss you on the cheek after each one

Hercules will sit down and talk with you if you want if not that's fine too. He will compliment you as well and hugs you ^^

If your insecurity is because someone talks bad about your u or said something to your face they are pissed

Even if you aren't insecure and someone is being a jerk to you they are still pissed

If you don't care that's great, I wish I had your confidence but they care. You're important to them and they are not going to let someone disrespect you

Alex and John will try to fight the person immediately

Herc will push his anger aside and focus on you and what you need

Lafayette will cuss the person out and verbally attack them in both English and French

You are amazing and deserve to be treated with respect and they won't tolerate anything else

[thenasoneshots]

Lafayette Oneshot - Because Fuck You, That's Why!

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.

[lee-fukkacumi]

Omg, how awkward

[froggywritesstuff]

lafayette, thomas jefferson, alexander hamilton, and john laurens with an s/o who stutters

Pairings: Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and John Laurens (seperately) x g/n!reader with a stutter

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of ableism (i think?)

Time: not specified but probably modern

request: anonymous: heyyyy can I request Hamilton headcanons (separately) for Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and John Laurens with a s/o who stutters? 

A/N: idk why this took so long considering they're so short but i hope you like it. also idk if some of this stuff applies to everyone who stutters, but i mainly based some of this around how my stutter is so apologies if you can't relate to some of this stuff

Lafayette

with english being his second language, he isn't always the best at speaking it, so he's super patient and understanding with you. he legitimately doesn't care if he has to listen to you repeat and restart the same sentence ten times until you can finally say that one word you're stuck on.

Thomas Jefferson

to be honest, he's kind of an asshole when he first hears you stuttering. it has nothing to do with you, he's just not very educated about it. but he does do his research and apologises like, a hundred times for making fun of it. from that moment on he doesn't really bring any attention to your stutter whenever he hears it, not wanting to ever make you feel bad about it again if he brought it up. but he will throw hands if he sees someone making fun of your stutter.

Alexander Hamilton

I kid you not, this man will be cursing anyone out if he even thinks they’re judging you for your stutter. he's super patient when it comes to you, and never rushes you when you stutter. if someone else tries to rush you when you're stuttering he just gives them a cold death glare to shut them up, and when you're out of ear shot he'll just verbally murder them.

John Laurens

he's just like. super sweet and understanding about it. if you're ever in public and he can see you're anxious about talking, he knows instantly how to calm you down and ease your nerves. 

buy me a coffee <3

[knowltonsrangers]

provenance

TURN!Marquis de Lafayette x reader

[tw//: mentions of not eating, undefined depression, and anxiety ahead. please read at your own discretion.]

Food pushing was the first sign of distress, so he’s noted.

Lack of appetite always seems to be the reasoning, the simple “I’m not hungry,” can suffice, but for only so long. It carries, the concern, into a day, then heavily when it becomes a little less than a full week.

He can only sit and abide by it for so long, until he’s ready to keel over, watching once more as your fork becomes a stick, picking and poking at dinner.

It’s a frustrating thing to look at, because no matter how much he asks, you never have an answer for him.

His nose twitches in discontent, yet he pushes forth, swallowing the anger that fights its way forward. Anger that he cannot help you. Whatever it is, you’ve made it clear you did not want to talk about it.

“Is it alright if…if I go take a walk? I need to clear my head…”

You ask, still staring down at your full plate. You’re only asking because you know if you just got up and left, Lafayette would be at your heels in a moment, wondering why you’d want to go out in the cold, at a rather late hour.

But somehow, something in that sentence brings a smile to his eyes, and he nods happily, standing from his seat.

“Shall we?”

He’s invited himself, no surprise there, yet, you’d feel like something was missing if you gone without him. You haven’t gotten to do this in a long while, and it would be your mind that would become your enemy if you took this trip alone.

“I know you do not wish to talk about it,”

Lafayette had helped you into your coat, insisting on putting your gloves and scarf on. After, he shrugs his own coat on his broad shoulders, black leather gloves to his hands.

You had begun the walk in silence, yet, Gilbert broke it after a handful of moments.

“And you do not have to. I can talk this entire time, if you would like,”

You barely blink before another sentence leaves his lips.

“However, I am so very troubled by this, y/n. I do not like it that you have not eaten, and that beautiful smile has been gone from your face for too long.”

Your hands come to shove in your coat pockets, when you take notice of Lafayette’s hand, dangling just at the perfect height at your side. It’s a subconscious feeling, and you heed it, taking his hand in yours and giving it a squeeze.

To his surprise, yet, he doesn’t question it. It’s the first move you’ve made on your own, and he would rather die than have you pull your hand away.

“Y’know…when you have those obsessive thoughts. That sometimes everything happens for a reason?”

Your voice is hoarse, unable to find anything to look at besides the sidewalk below.

“Mhm, I do.”

“It’s a mantra that I keep saying over and over, yet, I still don’t know if I believe it. Everything has been thrown in my face, and then some, and I think I’m at my breaking point.”

Gilbert’s heart sinks into his stomach, and he slows his stride just a bit, feet shuffling at your words. It’s the first time you have brought this feeling to him, and many times you have expressed it physically, just by body language, this was the first time you have spoken it, verbally.

“Well, think of it this way,”

You sniffle, eyes watery as they slowly move upwards to catch his gaze. To blatant surprise, he’s staring right at you.

“Sometimes, people walk into your life for a good reason, and walk out of it for a good reason. Same with things, places—you must take the good with the bad,”

He exhales, and a puff of cold air comes as he does so.

“If you are at your breaking point, y/n, then do not hesitate to talk about it. Whatever you need, that is why I am here. A ‘good cry’, as you call it, may suffice as well.”

You nod, pulling his hand tighter so you leaned on the upper part of his arm.

“Promise me we’ll work on that?”

Most people, in times of urgent desperation, would make the decision to allow the other to solve it for themselves, with necessary assistance.

Lafayette says ‘we’. He insists on seeing you through this, together, and it wells something else in your chest as you can’t help the smile that comes to your face.

Still staring at the sidewalk though, you wouldn’t see it, the look Gilbert gives you. His heart actually skips a beat, he thinks, just watching your smile that had disappeared for so long.

It’s a huge relief to see it back, and you have no idea what it does to him.

“Thank you.”

You whisper, picking at your coat buttons with your unoccupied hand. Gilbert shakes his head, and mumbles something about ‘anytime’ before he waves his hand dismissively.

“If it’s alright with you,”

You start warily, eyes finally able to move off the ground.

“I’d like to go back, I’d hate to waste dinner,”

He sends you that award-winning smile, nodding happily as you begin to walk back home.

“Of course,”

There’s a lapse of silence.

“Oh, and one more thing, y/n?”

He asks, just when you reach the steps.

“Mhm?”

“I love you,”

Your lips twitch upwards.

“I love you too.”

[villxinmiixx]

would people be interested if i wrote hamilton ( musical / original broadway cast ) fics 🙊🙊 I cannot contain it no more i wanna write hamilton fics

[moosoobi]

Oops! what’s this? I dropped a snippet of Battle Royale Chapter 2?

“What is this…” he hesitated with his pronunciation “... Courting season that you all speak of?” The French man asked.

Jefferson was the first to speak up. “Swoop a woman off your feet–”

Lafayette cut him off “--That sounds too easy–”

Jefferson continued “--and she may just become your wife.”

“Excuse me?” Lafayette held a confused expression

The other men laughed at his naieveness.

“You can’t be serious. You’re going to be our biggest competitor, and you’re not even aware of the competition?” Hamilton exclaimed.

Lafayette put his hands up in defense. “Don’t blame me! When the President sends you an invitation, you simply can’t refuse!” his snarky smile revoked a bitter reaction from the group.

[astralaffairs]

Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

[moonlit-rose-garden]

Time Princess: Queen Marie

Part 1: Unfolding Destiny

(Note: The image above is a historically accurate version of the day dream set. This version is what Y-n/Marie will be wearing.)

Light filtered in through the window, landing on a sleeping face. "Ugh.." Y-n opened her eyes slightly, lifting an arm up to block the sun. "Your majesty! Please get up now. We mustn't let the king see you in this unkempt state!" Started by the sudden voice, Y-n turned toward the voice. A woman with dark hair and a stern face stood near the foot of the bed, hands neatly crossed in front of her. Y-n slowly started to survey her surroundings. She was in a grand room... and when she looked in the mirror, she didn't recognize the face staring back. 'Could this be the world within the book?' Y-n thought to herself.

The woman suddenly spoke again, shaking her head. "You mustn't make merry into the wee hours of the night like that again, your majesty!" Upon hearing the woman's voice again, a wave of memories and emotions belonging to the owner of this body flood y-n. She is Marie Antoinette, wife of Louis XVI of the House of Bourbon. Everyone views her as a spendthrift who's only interested in dressing up and having fun... She was the queen who got her head cut off during the French Revolution!

'Her?! Why her?! Good heavens!' Y-n thought anxiously. "It's almost time for you to see the King. Please put on these clothes I've prepared for you." The stern woman said.

Y-n mind was in chaos. Her thoughts and Maries were too much. 'I just have to go with it right now.. there's time to panic later.' she thought as she took a deep breath and tried to think as clear as possible. "All right... Help me get changed..." y-n answered, feeling rather surprised hearing this new voice. Subconsciously, she brings a hand to her neck.

After a while of getting situated in the blue and white gown and having her makeup and hair done, Y-n, or rather Marie, was ready to see the King. Physically, she was, mentally, she was not. The woman stepped back from helping "Marie" dress. "I must thank you, your majesty. It's rare for you to cooperate with me when Leonard isn't around." Y-n shook her head, looked at the woman with the mirror, and gave her a tired smile. "I should be the one thanking you, Madame Deniau.." y-n froze as the womans name fell from her lips. It seemed that she was slowly becoming one with Marie Antoinette..

Madame Deniau bowed her head slightly. "I'm only doing my duty." Meeting "Maries" eyes, Madame Deniau continued. "His majesty will be delighted with how you look." The complement caused anxiety to bubble up inside of Y-n. She finally realized she was going to see her.. well, Maries husband.. 'Will he notice anything different about me? It's my first time seeing him.. I must be careful!' Y-n thought to herself.

Thankfully, because of Marie, Y-n knew where to go. The palace is grand and luxuriously decorated... it all seemed so unreal.. There was a strange, familiar feeling even though Y-n had never seen it before.

Y-n's thoughts began to scramble, and a piercing headache began to grow. Her breathing got quick as she began to panic, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She was beginning to feel faint. Suddenly, she stumbled forward after accidentally stepping on the hem of her dress. Unexpectedly, impact never came.

"Careful!" A voice called out. Y-n slowly opened her eyes and blinked. Looking up, she looked to the one who had caught her. Holding her steady was a built man with sharp handsome features. He stood ridged with all the proudness and discipline of a soldier.

"Pardon Me, your majesty. Please  watch your step." He said. Only once he was sure "Marie" could stand by herself,�� did he let go and step away swiftly. Marie's memories told Y-n that he is the Marquis de Lafayette.  He politely bowed with one hand on his chest and the other arm behind him. "Your majesty, as the queen of France, you must uphold the highest standard of decorm."

Y-n's felt embarrassment flow through her as she looked away from him. "I.. I'm just.." "Marie" stumbled over her words. "Even if you are unwell, you must remember: your conduct  affects the royal family's reputation and that of France too." Lafayette looked at "Marie" seemingly emotionless. "I must report to the King now, so I shall take my leave. Please excuse me." Y-n watched him leave.

She took a deep breath and hugged herself. Things were already going bad, and this nightmare had just begun. With Madame Deniaus tone of voice and Lafayettes attitude.. She felt unwelcome. Y-n wasn't sure why he was so cold towards her, but despite that and his lecture, she was grateful she didn't land on her face.

Taking a deep breath, Y-n pulled up her skirt and continued on. The corridor ahead seems incredibly long, and it ends in a huge, ornate door carved with irises.

Y-n stared at the door and swallowed her fear. It was time to change the future...

Part 2:

[littlesunshine1223]

Philip Quote Book Special

(My beloved son 🥹)

- [ ] There’s a banana in my banana pudding

- [ ] Spiders wearing flip flops

- [ ] BBQ sauce in the bed

- [ ] It looks like I’m about to start quacking and eating crackers

- [ ] It’s like having sex with a warm water bed

- [ ] Frog Fight Club

- [ ] David hasslehof is a very expensive man

- [ ] No glocks at lunch time

- [ ] Liar lair dress aflame

- [ ] Welcome to CNN I’m drunk off my ass

- [ ] 14 honey badgers in exchange for a soul

- [ ] *takes bite of peanut butter cookie* I’m going to fucking cry

[dorkszn]

WHAT THE FUCK??? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT???

twelve

m. de lafayette x reader

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[rocketqueen1989x]

Broken home

AxlRoseXreader

warnings : mention of axl’s stepfather and childhood , sadness , dysfunctional household ,fluff and arguments

📍: Lafayette,Indiana

⏰: 10:00pm

1979

***

"I wish them fucking birds would shut up " my boyfriend bill grumpily said as he sat next to me on the park bench smoking away on his cigarette. The big chunks of smoke trialed out of his mouth as he talked

it looked pretty cool to be honest.

Well his real name is William but i call him by his nickname, bill . it’s short for William .

i chuckled looking up at him as my head laid there on his chest . His long pale arm was around my shoulder and my fingers intertwined with his hand that was dangling off my shoulder

"stop being so moody " I nudged him playfully and he huffed out blowing the smoke .i watched as the smoked swirled into the warm night air. it was so quite and peaceful tonight. no breeze at all.

the sounds the cars behind us going past filled my ears and grabbed my attention. i turned watching some cars driving by and I felt a cold hand grab my hand turning my gaze back. my eyes met bill’s and he just looked at me.

I could tell he was thinking about something but I didn’t know what. i reached my hand up to the side of my cheek and I planted a small kiss on his lips. His arm that was around my shoulder brought me closer to his chest now deepening the kiss.

I pulled back just looking into his blue eyes. The look he gave me was different. I knew he wanted to say something but the words weren’t coming out but I didn’t question him on it. I gave him a little smile which he soft returned to me.

His smile brought me so much comfort , love and happiness. I’ve knew bill for around 4 years now and we’ve been dating for 2. my parents know about us but his parents know nothing about us.

A car beeping caught our attention again which made our heads snap to the right. as I looked i noticed the time on my watch on my wrist and it was 10 o'clock .

fuck ,it was way past his curfew. He’s normally supposed to be home at 9. Shit .

"shit it's ten  " I say and bill threw his head back groaning at the words coming from my mouth. He hated going back home. we've been here for hours talking and it doesn't even feel like hours

it honestly felt like a few minutes

"do you think he'll be pissed ? " I asked and Bill looked up at me nodding rolling his eyes at the thought of going home to his ‘father’. well his step father . nor his real father as he found out just a couple of weeks ago. He’s supposed to be staying at his grandmothers right now but he decided to go back to his home.

i don’t know why though. He didn’t tell me .Bill groaned standing up and I stood up with him

"when's he's not pissed ? " Bill rolled his eyes in a annoying way referring to his step father ,Stephen Bailey.

let's just say he was a strict and hot headed prick. i hated him after the stories I've heard and what I've seen.

Me and my boyfriend started to walk down the path and I could see our street not far from us. We lived across from each other which was good.

"I don't wanna go back " bill said sighing and flicking away his cigarette and looked at his shoes as he walked. he watched as he took each step after another.

i grabbed his hand and intertwined our hands and I stroked his knuckles . His hands were so cold. The weather in Lafayette lately has been so shit. We really need some sun.

"well if he acts like an asshole just come to my house for a night or two" I said with a smile but he just shook his head making his ginger hair shake as he did so

"Your parents will be getting sick of seeing me " bill said with a chuckle. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood. but I could tell he did not want to go back to that house. he hated it there. With each step we took bill seemed to get more sad and uncomfortable

"Bill how many times ? My parents don’t mind you sleeping over" I chuckled now stopping just 3 houses away from his house.

I looked past William’s shoulder and I could see that the living room light was on so Stephen must be still up waiting for him. I hated that man with a passion.He’s disgusting

“The lights on ?” Bill knew by my expression the light was on and I just nodded now looking up at him .bill went quite and didn't even look at me now. He was looking again down back at his black shoes. it looked like he was thinking of something

I went on my tip toes and moved his hair from his face . “promise you’ll give me a call in the morning ? “ I smiled and he just nodded with a light smile. i tilted my head and he looked at me for a moment before leaning down giving my lips a peck

"I’ll leave my window open " I whispered his lips and he just gave a nod before kissing my lips again but this time more deeper making me smile. His kisses were always perfect.

we pulled away and stared at each other for a little bit but that’s until we heard a door open then slam. It both startled up and we both whipped our heads to the loud bang. i looked behind him and it was his mother , Sharon walking to her car and getting something out of the trunk.

She must of noticed us because a big smile came to her lips. William definitely had her smile. “Oh ,hi y/n” she gave me a light smile and I nodded with a little wave. I’ve only speak to his mother but I’m the 4 years I’ve known William I’ve never spoke to step father and to be honest. i don’t want to talk to him.

“hi mrs Bailey “ I replied and she just asked a couple questions like how I was , how’s my parents , how school is going for me just things like that. But my mood changed when the front door opened and there stood his step father.

He was tall and a skinny and I could just tell by the way he was stood and looking over at us three he was already pissed off about something. Like William said ,when’s he not pissed off about something.

“William “ was all he said making a come here motion with his finger and William gave me a look and turned away walking Into the house , his mother said her goodbyes to me and I sighed just staring at the house

i hated leaving him and watching him go into that horror house

the door slammed and immediately it went quite. i sighed pulling my hood up on my jacket. Actually it wasn’t mine it was William’s. it began to get a little more breezy out and i before I took a step forward to walk on home I heard shouting.

the voice of his stepfather

"what time do you fucking call this " I heard him shout but it was muffled.

"Fuck off " I mumbled to my self and walked off trying to calm myself down

I knew bill would stick up for himself and say something back. He always did. He told me he never used to because he was scared but now that he’s gotten older he’s found his voice and he’s starting to stick up for himself. i was there to witness it at one point. they both were in each other's faces. 

i made my way home and walked in my front door to be greeted by my dog . He was a British bulldog.He jumped up at me all happily with his tongue sticking out at the side

"hi my baby boy " I bent down stroking his head and down his back

i heard the tv on in the living room and it was blasting this action movie which I didn't even care to look .i just saw the back of my father head. He was asleep and his arm was slumped over the arm of the chair.

i closed the front door quietly and walked off up stairs and my dog followed me. I saw the lights were off in my mothers room and I peeked my head in to see her asleep all snuggled up in bed .i smiled lightly and my dog ran up before jumping on the bed laying at her feet

"goodnight baby " I whispered to dog and he put his head down on the covers. i finally made it to my room and flicked on my light putting down my pack of cigarettes and lighter.

I really need to find a spot for them to hide. God if my parents found out it would be like world war three .i took my shoes and clothes off

i was left in my underwear and I walked around to my dressing table grabbing my tv remote and the movie 'Texas chainsaw massacre' was playing

i loved this movie.such a good movie

i changed my underwear and quickly put shirt on and I just kept my underwear off for tonight. i sighed laying down in my bed .it felt so nice just to lay down and feel warmth for once.

i groaned when I realised I haven't even brushed my teeth , my hair , done my bag for school or even tidied my room like my mom asked me before I went out with William

i could feel my eyes getting heavier and I got even more sleepy. then suddenly my mind flicked away and I thought of my boyfriend came to me for some reason

i just hope he's okay.

I hated when he had to go home to that monster

i wished we lived together. I could see him everyday , kiss him when I want or where I want , hug him in front of whoever and it wouldn't cause any arguments but obviously his father being very strict and religious . he found that type of stuff 'not for his kids to know about ' apparently

bill once told me he remembers being around 10 and he looked at a couple kissing on the tv and he got a slap around the head and yelled yet .

the tv got put in the trash that day .

i just cant wrap my head around that type of stuff. Like why hit your kid and especially when they have done nothing wrong. It will always confuse me. It’s just wrong in my eyes .i remembered that my window was locked . I need to unlock it for bill

sometimes if he's bored , has a bad day or had a big argument with his father to the point we're he's loosing control he comes to my house and climbs through my window. there's been times were I'll be asleep and he will climb through during the night and when I wake up out of my slumber he's there with me sleeping behind me or he's either up just staring up at my ceiling

i lazily got up from out of my now warm double bed and I unlocked the lock on my window , walking over to my door and locking it. i trailed back over to my bed and laid down , turning out my light and grabbed the tv remote and switched it off

i was so tired.

the second my head it the pillow I was asleep.

2 hours later

it's nearly half 1 and i woke up having the urge to pee but something caught my attention . I felt little breaths in my neck and a full body weight on me

My eyes fluttered a little bit trying to realise what was going on and I looked down as I laid on my side and saw a big shadow of hair . I instantly knew it was my bill just by the way he was laid . he was on his side too , my leg was over his torso and his arm was around my waist tightly and protectively holding me close to him .almost like he was too afraid to even let go of me

even in his sleep

i smiled sadly but happily at the same time. I was half happy because I'm glad he's here with me and he trusts me enough the can actually comes here but On the other hand , i was sad because i knew why he was here

his soft little breaths brushed against my skin while his face was buried deeply into the crook of my neck .

i noticed he came through the window because my curtains were opened and a little mangled at the bottom. i felt the sudden urge to pee again . I sighed looking down a little and I tapped bill’s shoulder but nothing . He didn't wake up.

"baby" I whispered and stroked his soft hair . i felt him stir his legs but that's about it

"bill wake up " I rubbed up his back and stroked the back of his head. His hair was so soft and silky.

"mmhm " he mumbled pulling me in more tightly and shuffled his head in my neck a couple times

"I need a pee" I said and I heard him groan out in annoyance still half asleep as I tried to get away from his strong grip that he had around my waist. i eventually got out of his grip ,stood up from the bed and I felt a little slap on my ass as I walked away.

i gasped and turned around and saw bills shadow sitting up a little as he resting on his elbow. I heard his little giggle from the darkness as I walked away .i went into the bathroom and I could still hear the tv on downstairs .

I finished what I had to do and made my way back to my bedroom. My eyes snapped straight to my boyfriend. He was all snuggled in and my bed covers were wrapped around his body. I could hear his little snores making me smile.

the moon light that was slipping through the curtain and it shined on his hair. I could only see his face a little bit.i walked back over  to the bed and slipped back into the warm soft covers and his eyes fluttered open immediately as he felt me next to him.

he opened his eyes and looked up at me giving me a light smile his smile was everything to me. How can anybody hurt him ? Bill wrapped his arm around me ,pulling me to his warm chest. He was so warm and comfy. I was drowning in his body heat.

"you okay ? " I whispered and he nodded slowly putting his head on pillow ,looking down at me. i just stared looking up at him in his eyes and my eyes scanned over his face. his nose was like a button , his eyes were a little puffy from just sleeping , his lips looked so soft and plumped

His cheekbones looked a little sunken in and his fluffy ginger hair was covering his forehead and was just above his eye brows.i smiled as I put my hand gently on his cheek and stroked his skin with the pad of my thumb. I leaned up kissing his lips and he kissed back . this kiss was different. he pulled me closer and depended the kiss like his life was dependent on it.

I just want to keep him safe and with me. he doesn’t deserve all this shit.

[knowltonsrangers]

forget. forgot. forgo.

Lafayette x reader

Every other movement or so, the rusted chains would rattle, and the hinges would creak above you. The saddle seat was extremely uncomfortable, yet, you couldn’t stop your own feet from dragging across the mulch, propelling you forwards, then backwards.

A notion crosses your mind that you probably should start heading back home, the grey clouds rolling overhead, just across the newly darkened horizon.

After a few good deep breaths, you go to stand, when a set of hands overlap yours, engulfing them and forcing them to the cold chain. You gasp, ready to scream, when you catch glimpse of the man above you, teary eyes blinking wildly as your heart finally stops beating so fast.

“I figured I would find you here.”

You heartbeat slows considerably.

“But, I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay, I was just about to head home. I didn’t intend to be out here for so long.”

Gilbert’s hands are warm, and you suddenly realize just how much your own were shaking in his hold.

“Do you mind if I join you? Just for a few moments.”

You pull your gaze away, now fixated on the ground, mumbling a ‘yes’, before the man pulls away, and moves to sit on the swing next to you.

He looks a bit ridiculous, making your lips twitch into a ghost of a smile. Lafayette finally settles on the seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he crosses his ankles.

“I was worried about you, y/n.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I really did lose track of time,“

He sighs.

“None of this is good for you.”

“What’s not good for me?”

“Wanting to be alone when you feel like this.”

“I’m used to it.”

Lafayette sighs once more, a hand coming to pull the sleeve of his jacket down just a bit.

“I am here now. I hope you know that I would listen for hours if you needed it.”

“I do know. Thank you.”

There’s a moment of silence, the only sound is your feet running back over the mulch, and the creaking hinges of the old swing set above you.

“How often do you do this?”

“What, come here?”

“Yes. That, and want to be alone.”

“I come here every so often.”

The chain becomes cold again, losing the warmth that you once held on to. Instead, a shiver ran straight down your spine, but your shoulders shake out the feeling in place.

“Wanting to be alone, that’s…that’s whenever I need to be.”

You sniffle.

“This is my first time being out here with you.”

When you look up, he’s looking straight ahead, gloved hands back holding the chains on either side of him, swinging in place just ever-so-slightly.

“Yeah. Usually you wait for me at the end of the street.”

“I thought maybe this time, you needed more than just someone to walk you home.”

Your eyes blink, once, then twice, pleading with the tears to stop.

“I didn’t mean to hide from you.”

The back of your hand smacks against your cheek as you furiously wipe away tears, silently begging Gilbert to just leave you be. You hated for him to see you in such a state, let alone a mess of tears.

“Don’t cry, y/n.”

As always, it makes you cry harder, now resorting to jumping off the swing and facing away from him. You stand just at the edge of the wooden box, right where the mulch ends and the grass begins.

“I just want to see you happy.”

Suddenly, he’s in front of you, a warmth returning to your cheeks as his hands now hold your cheeks, smushing them together slightly as his thumbs run along your temples.

“I am, I am!”

You insist, hands coming to grab at his arms, just so he stood at arms length.

“That’ll convince nobody. Whom are you trying to? Me, or yourself?”

Lafayette tries once more to hold you, and once more you push him away.

“You think it is easier to do it alone, when that is not true,”

You gulp for air, taking a step back, one that he matches with one forward. Back and forth you both go until you hit the swing with a gentle rattle, collapsing into the seat as Gilbert crouches down in front of you.

“Please, y/n. Let me help.”

He’s begging, pleading with you behind those blue eyes, and you watch as he doesn’t relent, even as your tears begin to cease.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay. I’ll let you help.”

There’s a full minute of pure silence, then the sky opens up and rain begins to pour in buckets full.

“I think it waited for you, y/n.”

“Waited for what?”

You warble, looking up at the sky miserably.

“Waited for you to finally accept that you cannot fight this alone.”

A knuckle runs along your rosy cheek.

“I couldn’t watch a moment longer. I wasn’t leaving until you let me in.”

You gently put your hand over his, feeling that warmth for a third time, yet, it settles right in your chest, alongside your heart.

“Thank you.”

You mouth, the sound of the rain drowning you out.

“Think nothing of it,”

[villxinmiixx]

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 .ᐟ

[ note ;; this masterlist includes a REAL PERSON and the characters they're acting as, at the end of the day this is just a fan writing fake scenarios about them.]

[ all of these are in order on when i wrote them ]

main masterlist link

Ten Rounds series d. diggs.

part i.

What happens if rafael invited forced daveed to come with him to a concert of a well known singer, and he becomes enamoured with her?

A Courtship on The Court series t. jefferson.

part i.

work in progress.

Imperial Intrigue series t. jefferson ( & m. lafayette )

part i.

work in progress.

Imperial Intrigue series m. lafayette ( & t. jefferson )

part i.

work in progress.