Lafayette x Reader
Note: This is a really old request that I finally got around to writing. I love writing Lafayette so much oh gosh I forgot how much I love this french boy. Also Coq au vin is just the first thing that came up when I googled popular french dishes so I have no clue if it’s actually good but it does sound incredible.
Request: Anonymous asked: Something with a homesick Lafayette, please??
Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, bad french.
Word Count: 1,424
Ever since the first moment you met him, Lafayette has always been a positive and vibrant person. After being a part of his life so so long you’ve only seen him angry a handful of times, and he’s been upset even less.
So when you make it home from work one night to find Lafayette sitting in the dark by the window, a beer in hand, you hardly know how to approach him. After dropping your bag down by the door, you tentatively make your way across the room, closer to the Frenchman who still hasn’t moved from his spot.
“Gilbert? Gilbert, what’s the matter?” you keep your voice soft and under control as you carefully sink down to the floor next to him. “Are you okay?” you ask softly, resting a hand on his forearm.
“I miss my home,” he whispers before taking another swig of his beer.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
You can’t help but feel helpless like there is nothing you can do for him no matter how much you want to help. With his free hand, he carefully reaches to cover your hand as he keeps his gaze out the window.
“Non. Thank you, mon amour but there is nothing you can do for me. I suppose this is just something I have to live with,” he admits sadly.