Hamilton x Reader Oneshots

Lafayette X Reader~What does that mean?

Time: Modern AU

Request/Prompt: No one

TW: French and google translate!

AN: (N/N)=Nick Name, (Y/S/N)= Your ship name

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Y/N POV

"AHHH! L-Laf!! STOP!!!!" I squeal in-between laughs as my best friend for life, Marquis de Lafayette, tickles me.

"Never mon amie! This is your punishment for eating all of the cookies this morning!" He says laughing as well.

"AHH! Laf! S-Stop P-Please?! I'm going to pee myself!" I squeal again while giggling. He finally stops and stands up. He reaches his hand out and I grab it to pull myself up. My face is still bright red from laughing and my (H/C) hair is all messed up.

"Laf! Look what you've done to my precious hair! Now I look horrible!!" I whine to him before falling back down onto the couch.

"Meme si ton cheuveux est tout foiré, je pense que vous êtes toujours belle," ("Even with your hair all messed up, I think you still look beautiful") Lafayette mumbles in french.

"Oh come on Laffy! You know I don't speak french! Just talk in English please?" I complain as he lightly chuckles.

"I said you look like a monster with that hair," He taunts as I throw a pillow at him.

"HEY!" I yell as he dodges the pillow.

"Si tu veux m'attraper, you've gotta catch me!" He says with a smirk before running away. I pout before grabbing another pillow. I chase him around the apartment hitting him with the pillow at times.

"Take that back! I don't look like a monster!" I called out to him as he laughed back tauntingly. I ran faster and almost caught him before I tripped over a book and fell down along with him. I shrieked, expecting to feel the hard ground but instead feel two arms keeping from hitting the ground. I was hovering on top of Lafayette who was blushing, beet red, and using his arms to hold me up instead of falling on him. I felt my (S/C) skin getting hotter as he lowered me down on top of him.

"Umm....H-Hi?" I stutter nervously. I awkwardly try to get up but my socks make me slip back on top of him.

"OW! Merdre," Lafayette yelped in pain rubbing the back of his head. I blushed harder before actually getting off of him.

"I'm so, so, sooo sorry Laf! I didn't mean to! Are you okay?" I exclaimed helping him up. I pulled him up but I pull a little to hard as he is pulled up closer to me than expected. Our bodies have no space in between them and our faces and lips are almost touching. I look up our two eyes meet. His deep brown coloured eyes bore into my (light/dark) (E/C) ones.

"Tu connais ta plus belle personne que j'ai jamais recontré?" ("You know you're the most beautiful person I've ever met?") He said in a soft voice putting his hand on my cheek. I giggle silently.

"What?" I ask him sweetly. His mouth opens to talk when...

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

My phones goes off. Great...

"Sorry, what did you say?" I ask him trying to ignore the buzzing in my pocket.

"Rien de tout, you should probably answer that," He responded in a slightly sadder tone of voice. I frown before awkwardly stepping aside and picking up the phone.

"Hello?" I ask the caller in a irritated voice.

"Geez what's wrong with you (N/N)?" John's voice rings through the phone. I sigh before responding to him.

"Nothing just you kinda ruined a moment," I tell him through gritted teeth. I hear a high pitched gasp from the other line and cock an eyebrow.

"Are you with Alex?" I question as I continuously hear Alex rant.

"Oh my God John! The only other person (Y/N) is with right now is Lafayette! (Y/S/N) was about to sail and you ruined it John! Get off the freaking phone," Alex yells at John before I hear the phone line cut off.

"Um, Ok," I mumble slightly to myself. I see Laf walking in a circle muttering to himself in french again like he always does when he's stressed, annoyed, excited, mad, sad or whoa, he talks in french a lot!

"-tout ma faute! Si je pouvais réagir plus vite! Si seulement j'avais assez de courage pour l'embrasser, nous aurions pu sortir ensemble!" ("-All my fault! If I could've just reacted faster! If only I had enough courage to simply kiss her, than we would already have been going out together!") He scolded as he spoke rapidly in french.

'I kinda wish I had Alex hear so he could translate," I thought to myself as I anxiously tapped his shoulder.

'Laf? Is everything alright," I ask him a concerned voice. He shakes head and runs his hands though his hair.

"NON! Dites-moi, si votre coup de coeur se tenait à moins de deux centimètres près de vous et que tout cela était interrompu par un coup de téléphone, ça irait?" (NO! Tell me, if your crush was less than two centimeters away from you and all of this was interrupted by a phone call would you be alright?!) He exclaims in a harsh voice. I slightly roll my eyes at him.

"I told you Laf, we're not going to get anywhere if you keep rambling in french! I don't know what it means!" I lecture him as in a loud voice.

"It means I LOVE you okay!" He yelled. The room went silent and all you could hear was Laf's heavy breathing. I blinked several times in shock. My mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.

"Y-You l-love me?" I sputtered out, my lip quavering. He sighs loudly before slowly nodding.

"Bien, Tu m'a eu. Je t'aime. Ca va pour toi?" ("Fine, you got me. I love you. Is that good enough for you?") He mocks in an irritated voice while rolling his eyes.

"Laf. What does that mean?" I ask him again, kind of annoyed. He looked at me and smirked. He walked over closer to me and leaned down.

"It still means I love you mon ange,"