Anon Request: "Hi! :) Could you maybe write #324 with Laf in a modern setting? Like the reader was defending Laf's beliefs or something and ended up getting punched for it? Thanks!"
*Prompt #324: "Who Gave you that black eye?!"
I had fun with this one! Enjoy Anon!
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You watched the disgusting excuse of a man, Charles Lee, mock your friends from where you sat at the bar.
"I mean, come on! Alexander Hamilton should just give up! It's incredibly difficult to get noticed these days, alone 'make a difference'!" He said the last part in a mocking tone, which made you clench your fists.
"And that Lafayette guy? What's he doing over here? In America! Shouldn't he be where he belongs? In that dump they call France?" He laughed, but you growled. No one, you meant it. No one, made fun of your boyfriend that way.
You walked up to Charles, your (E/C) eyes full of rage. He turned his head to look at you, and he checked you out.
"Well hello there darling, you need something? Someone doing you wrong~?" He purred out sexually.
You slapped him across his smug little face.
Charles' flirty expression turned to one of surprise and anger.
"What did you just do to me, bitch?" He stood up, he was notably taller than you.
"May I ask why you spoke about my friends, and my boyfriend, like that?" You clenched your fists again.
"Hold up, that excuse of an American is your boyfriend?! He has terrible tastes..." He laughed again.
"He is! Now will you please, shut your fucking mouth before you do something you'll regret?" You put a fist up to his face, anger burning like fire in your eyes.
"You wanna go? Please, ladies first!" He smirked, pulling you up by your shirt collar.
You tried throwing a punch, but your current position made it hard to pull off. Charles laughed at you, and he aimed his fist for your face.
"Man, ladies have always been the weak ones throughout history, haven't they? Hold still, this will hurt." His expression turned serious.
The next moment went by like a bullet, as he punched you in your face. He was about to throw another, but two men grabbed him back and threw him out the bar. One of them walked up to you.
"Miss, are you alright?" He asked politely.
"Yes, yes. I'm okay, what happened?" You asked, still confused of what had just occurred.
"You.. have a black eye, Miss." He pointed it out using his front phone camera, you looked at the bruise beginning to form on your eye.
"Oh shit!" You exclaimed in surprise, you quickly grabbed your stuff and left for your apartment. You bumped into your boyfriend, Lafayette on your way.
"(Y/N)! Mon amour! How's my lovely une fleur (flower) doing today?" He smiled, but frowned when he saw the black eye.
"(Y/N), <b>Who Gave you that black eye?<b>" He asked you, tucking the loose hair behind your ears.
"Charles Lee.. he was making fun of you, our friends, and your heritage. I wouldn't stand for it." You told him.
"Where's the triste exuse d'un homme? (sad excuse of a man?) He deserves a good beating for hurting my beautiful une fleur! (flower)" He said in anger, clenching his fists like you did in the bar. You put your hands on his shoulders in comfort.
"No no, it's okay! He was taken care of, I'll be okay. It's just a black eye." You said, looking him in his brown eyes.
"Non! He will not get away with this." He replied.
"Lafayette, amour, please." You pleaded, he sighed.
"Alright, I'm okay. You're okay. I love you, a lot. You're my one and only." He hugged you, and you melted in his embrace.
"I love you too, you're my favorite fighting frenchman." You replied, kissing him. He smiled.
"Now, how about we go back to your place, and maybe cuddle?" He looked at you with puppy eyes.
"Of course love, anything for you." You took his hand in yours, and the two of you walked to your apartment.
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