Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Timing: Modern AU
Reader's Relations: Laf's sister
Warnings: Google Translated French
Other notes: Reader has only recently moved from France and can only speak very very little English (like a few words), so whenever it's just her and Laf, it's French time. Also, all translations are at the end. In this, Eliza (and ig the other Schuylers) can speak French, cause she taught Philip, so she must have known French to be able to teach him. Also, google auto-translated all the 'you' stuff into the plural/formal you and idk what the equivalent is, so just pretend it is all 'tu' and the endings for that.
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"Non, je ne vais pas sortir avec lui juste parce que vous pensez qu'il a besoin d'une petite amie!" I shouted, about to punch my brother in the face, "Je m'en fiche si vous pensez qu'il en a besoin. J'aurais besoin de mieux le connaître avant de sortir avec lui!"
"Allez, (Y/n)! S'il te plaît? Pour moi. Il a des taches de rousseur," Gilbert replied, leaning his head on my shoulder from behind. I grumbled, annoyed at myself for telling him I was a sucker for guys with freckles, "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a pour moi?"
"Vous pouvez prendre un rendez-vous avec quelqu'un. Et je sais que vous deux, vous le frapperez. S'il te plaît?"
I sighed, "Pas une bonne raison," I replied. Leaving my bedroom, patting my brother on the head. I walked downstairs in time to hear, "Yo, Laf! Are you coming down or should I just go?" I entered the living room to see someone sitting on the sofa, curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail, freckles covering his face, and I knew this was who my brother was trying to get me to go on a date with, "Douce mère de Neptune, Gil, tu ne m'as pas dit qu'il était chaud," I muttered to myself.
"Hello, Miss. You haven't seen Laf anywhere, have you?"
I just blinked in confusion, not knowing what he was saying as he walked over, taking my hand in his and kissing it, "However, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"John, this is ma soeur, (Y/n). (Y/n), c'est John. Vous a dit qu'il était couvert de taches de rousseur. Changer d'avis encore?"
"F-Fine. Une date. Pour vous garder heureux."
"Je savais que tu reviendrais (Y/n)! Maintenant, montez à l'étage et préparez-vous. Nous sortons tous pour le déjeuner!"
I rolled my eyes as my brother hugged me, nearly squishing me to death and turned on my heel, walking off back upstairs.
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"So... John, why didn't you tell us you were dating Laf's sister?"
"Um... well, I-I... We're not dating, Alex."
"This was supposed to be a quadruple date, why bring someone you're not dating?"
I giggled at John's red face, guessing Alex had said something to embarrass him and turned to my brother, "De quoi parlent-ils?" Gilbert explained what the rest of the group was talking about and I nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the fact that my face was heating up when I was told what they were saying.
However I soon started to regret coming along, as the boys were very loud and having the Schuyler sisters there too, didn't make it any better, let alone the fact that I was unable to join any conversations because of the language barrier. It soon got on my nerves how loud they were being, "Voulez-vous réellement taire?!" I shouted, rubbing my temples to try and get rid of the forming headache. Over the noise of the rest of the restaurant I could hear Gilbert saying something to John, "She's telling you to shut up, mon ami."
"Oh yeah? Well then, Laf, tell her that if she wants me to shut up, she can shut me up herself!" was John's reply, but I had to wait for my brother to translate, "John dit de vous dire que si vous voulez qu'il se taigne, vous devez le faire vous-même."
I growled, knowing John knew that I couldn't speak English, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him smirk with a, 'Allez, ferme-moi, je te défie' look on his face. I rolled my eyes and did the first thing that came into my mind; I grabbed the collar of the top he was wearing and pulled him closer, kissing him straight on the lips. I broke off and saw him blinking at me. He opened his mouth and then swiftly closed it, unable to think of anything to say.
"Cela vous a fermé, n'est-ce pas?" I smirked, taking delight at his bright red face, before it dawned on me what I'd just done and I turned red, internally panicking before I stood up and ran out of the restaurant, finding a nearby bench to sit on.
"(Y/n)?"
I looked up to see Eliza and wiped my tears, "Je suis un putain d'idiot."
"Non, tu n'es pas, (Y/n)," Eliza replied, sitting down next to me.
"Je suis cependant! Je ne peux pas croire que je viens de faire ça. Comment suis-je censé lui faire face après l'avoir embrassé du bleu, quand je suis sûr qu'il peut dire que j'étais contre la date pour commencer?" I asked, looking up at her again as she pulled me int a hug. Instead of her giving me a reply, I felt a tap on the shoulder (Y/n), "Je suis venu demander comment vous étiez. Vous avez fait du bon travail en me faisant taire. Je ne m'attendais certainement pas à cela, mais honnêtement, cela ne me dérangerait pas si vous le faisiez à nouveau."
I felt my face heat up, starting to think that he had been able to understand everything I'd said in French the day when Gilbert was pestering me to go on a date with him. I looked John in the eye and smiled. John returned the smile and sat down on my other side, pulling me closer to him. I just giggled and kissed him.
MEANWHILE
"You sure this doesn't make you uncomfortable, Laf? One of your best friends and your sister dating?"
"Non, Mon ami. This was my plan. (Y/n) has never had a boyfriend, it's high time she gets one, and John is a perfect fit. Plus I know she's got a 'thing' for freckles."
"That is too much information."
BACK TO YOU
"Alors, (Y/n) Vous voulez être ma petite amie?"
I nodded and kissed him again, my thumbs gliding along his freckled cheeks, "Les taches de rousseur le font vraiment pour moi ... vous êtes adorable."
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"Freckles, pouvez-vous la venir s'il vous plaît?" I asked, walking into the living room, knowing that the rest of the boys were in there. John nodded and stood up, leaving the room, following me, "Devez-vous m'appeler 'Freckles'? Alex a commencé à me taquiner maintenant!"
"Freckles, vous êtes adorable," I mutterd, leaning up and kissing him, "Mais c'est à part le point. Je voulais te dire quelque chose."
"Eh bien, je suis toutes des oreilles."
I took a deep breath and remembered what my brother had told me, "I-I love you!" I blurted out, hoping I'd said it right. John smiled and wrapped me in a hug, "J'taime aussi, (Y/n)."
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So, this happened.... Remember, requests are open, just bonk em in the comments.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ya5EOaCS-BqNIZ1A47PGYUfRKb643k3JOruVSUuEwnU/edit?usp=sharing
