lafayette crosses

  • Burr: ...He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen. Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!
  • Grantaire: ENJOLRAS!!!
  • Burr: ...
  • Company: ...
  • Lafayette: ...
  • Grantaire: ...
  • Grantaire: Sorry... Wrong revolution.
Mon Seul (My Only)

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,592ish
T/W: None! (just gets a little steamy)
A/N: For Anon’s request: “What about a fic where reader is Laf’s daughter and her and Phillip grew up together and he’s a little older than her and they date but hide it from their parents and then everyone finds out?”
Hope it’s okay that I gave the reader a little french accent/speaks French, I mean she’s Laf’s daughter, I thought I was only appropriate. I did make it a little different, so just let moi know if you want something else. I’ll be glad to write it.
Tags: @justfangirlingaround


“Mon beau, Philip,

I am greatly anticipating my return to America. Though it has only been two years since I left, I have been counting the days until I return with my family, we will be staying at my father’s land in New York. France is beautiful this time of the year, everything is in…how would you say, bloom? I often sit in the garden and think about when we were children, how you would always pick the flowers and bring them to me. I do miss those days, just as I miss you. I cannot wait to see you. You are much more interesting (and handsome) than any nobel my father could ever introduce me to. Do not worry mon amour, my heart belongs to you alone. I often lose myself in the thoughts of you lying next to me those Summer nights when you snuck into my room. I only hope we get the chance to revisit those memories this Spring. 

Forever, Y/n”


“Ma moitié, 

I cannot wait for your arrival, I am jealous of every nobel that has gotten to spend time in your presence. I too remember the days when we would play in my father’s garden. I brought you as many flowers as I could, but they all paled in comparison to your beauty, my love. I only wish you hadn’t moved back to France, so I could remind you of that everyday. I know your father is important and needed, but it was painful to say goodbye, I only imagine it will be harder the second time. I too hope to revisit those memories while you are staying in America. My love, I miss every part of your body, and only wish to have it near. My heart beats for you alone.

Always, Philip”

“Are you excited to see your friends again?” your father, Lafayette walked up beside you as you saw America’s shoreline come into view. 

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Chapter Four: Confession Time? Here’s What I Got

Lafayette x Reader

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five 

Note: Do you guys still hate me because of the last chapter? Because if you don’t you probably will now. Does the cute gif of Daveed make up for the sadness of the chapter?

Disclaimer: I don’t speak french more than the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful.

Word Count: 2100

Tagged: @texasprincess3 @chuckisgod @hamiltonsquills @pearltheartist @zoemonster200 @dem-shitposts-n-stuff @hamrevolution

Originally posted by neighborhoodz

“You have to tell him” Eliza hisses at Y/N as she tapes up another box. Y/N throws her a look as Lafayette comes bouncing into the room, a grin on his face.

A week earlier Lafayette had asked Y/N to move in with him and Hercules. At first she had honestly considered declining, simply to avoid the possibility of Lafayette finding her pills before she has a chance to tell him like Eliza had, but after considering it she decided to go for it.

“Is there much left to pack in here?” Lafayette asks, crossing the room to press a kiss to your forehead before picking another box.

“Just enough for two more boxes” she tells him glaring at Eliza, praying that she doesn’t say anything to Lafayette just like she has every time Lafayette and Eliza have been in the same room over the past two weeks

“I’ll take this one down to the car” he says, picking up the box Eliza had tapped up and leaving the room again, the smile never leaving his face.

Y/N sighs, leaning back against the wall. “I know I have to tell him Liza. I know I do but I just… don’t know how. Please just don’t say anything? I’ll tell him soon when I find the right moment”

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sick days

pairing: polyhamilsquad x reader

You had just gotten out of your last class at Colombia. You couldn’t stop coughing and your head was spinning. Clumsily, you reached for your phone in your pocket. You tiredly scrolled through your contacts and finally landed on one.The only boy you knew that would be home would be Lafayette so you called his phone and headed out towards the front of the college.

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| Madame | Lafayette

“You did it again.”

Lafayette blinked, looking at you with wide, confused warm brown eyes. When he realized his mistake, he rubbed the back of his head, smiling nervously.

“Ah, sorry madame-”

“There! Again!”

Lafayette winced as you crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes. Your foot tapped at the floor in irritation.

“Lafayette, how long have we been friends?” You asked, trying to regain your calm. 

He seemed to be attempting to remember the exact amount but eventually just sighed. “Several years.”

“And we have spoken how many times?”

“It is, how you say it, too many to count.”

“So why do you still call me ‘Madame’?”

Lafayette bit his lip, licking over the flesh and causing your gaze to stray there for a second before you regained your focus.

“I am sorry mademoiselle,” He apologized, sincerely. You almost shivered at the deep accent you should have been long accustomed to by now. “But it is a habit.”

“A habit you should be over!” You scowled. 

Lafayette raised his eyes to the ceiling before bringing them back to you. This time there was a mischievous light dancing there, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Ah, excuse me madame,” He mused, ignoring the way you balked at the name yet again. “But why are you so adamant on me not calling you that? It is polite, no?”

The question made you shut up. Why? Because…if you were being honest, the title seemed too formal, too conventional for a man who you wanted to be ever so closer to.

“Well, I mean,” You stuttered. “That is-”

“That is…?” He quirked an eyebrow, and you had the most horrible suspicion in your gut that he had could have already figured it out. 

Before you could even think another word, the comfortable distance between you was closed, and you were suddenly standing nose to his chest. Your breath hitched.

“You would perhaps wish for me to call you something else?” The heat surrounding you was all of a sudden too much. You were too aware of the flush rising up your neck but was powerless to stop it. 

“Yes,” You managed to spit out when you realized he had asked you a question. 

“Hmm,” He mockingly pretended to think, tapping his chin before a hand was gripping your waist, bringing you impossibly closer. 

You jolted. “Lafayette-!”

“Shh Y/N,His lips brushed your ear as he spoke the words, voice digging down into somewhat of a carnal growl. They pressed at a spot just below the lobe, whispering against your skin. “Rendez-vous à moi mon amour.”

You had no idea what he had said, but knew enough of the basic language to decipher the last two words, and that was plenty sufficient to have your legs turn to jelly. Lafayette chuckled, pulling back with a satisfied grin, giving you back your space to allow you to breathe.

He lifted your hand and taking it to those sinful lips, kissed the tips of your knuckles. “Farewell, madame.”  

With that he swept away, light as a feather, gone in an instant just as quickly as he had come. It took you several moments, but once you gathered your melting thoughts together to register what had actually just happened, you recalled his parting words and reddened.



The Fight For Independance(Platonic!Hamilsquad x African American!Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: Living as a woman during the Revolution is hard enough, being African American on top of that makes it 1000 times harder. After being caught up in the street by a racist man, you meet up with Hamilsquad who protects you and makes you feel loved.

Warnings: Racist remarks towards African Americans made by white males, hitting, brief mentions of slavery.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 1352

A/N: Hello! So this was requested over a month ago, but here it is. I’m so sorry for the wait and I hope if you are the one who requested it, this lives up to your expectations. Also, I hope I didn’t offend anyone with this story because that was not my intentions. In case you were wondering, I have two King George III stories coming out soon along with part two of Love and Trust, another Lafayette story, and an angsty Thomas x Reader. I hope you enjoy and have a fabulous day!!

It wasn’t easy being a person with colored skin during the American Revolution. While you were lucky enough to live in New York, where slavery wasn’t as predominant as in the south, you still weren’t treated with the respect you deserved. On top of it all, you were a woman, which meant you received even less respect.

Instead of being enslaved, you worked as a maid for a white family, where you received a small, weekly wage that was just enough to get by on. Of course, the Revolution had reduced the amount of jobs and pay available.

Luckily for you, you had met the four best friends you could ask for: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Gilbert…Marquis de Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan. All of whom disagreed with the idea of slavery, and wanted to achieve freedom for all. John was even working on starting the first black battalion!

You had met your friends one night when you ran into them at the local bar. It had been your place of employment for a while, you were a waitress. One night, you kept serving them round after round, and you overheard their abolitionists ideas. You had agreed with them, introduced yourself, and the rest was history.

Present day, you were walking home from your job and going to meet the boys at the local bar. Eyes focused on the ground, you sped up, careful not to bump into anybody. It was dangerous for you to be walking alone, especially during time of war, but you didn’t want to burden any of the guys. They had more important things to worry about, like how to win independence.

Unfortunately, all had not gone as planned. While you had thought you were being careful to not hit anyone, somehow you had bumped shoulders with a white man. You prayed he would just let you be, but you weren’t that lucky.

“Watch it, you dumb slave girl.” the man spat at you.

Instead of answering, you thought it would be best to look at the ground and keep quiet. For some reason, the man you had bumped into took this as a sign of defiance.

“Hey! I was talking to you.” he growled and gripped your forearm tightly. You struggled as you tried to get the man to release his iron grip on you. “Don’t you have anything to say, or are you so stupid you can’t even speak?”

Although you were struggling, nobody in the streets stopped to help you out, you were all alone. “Let me go, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” you finally spoke, hoping that would satisfy the man enough to let you go.

“Ah, so the piece of filth can talk. Who do you think you are, disrespecting someone like me?” he asked, shaking your arm, gripping it even tighter.

You held back the tears that were forming in your eyes, not wanting to give this man the satisfaction of seeing you look weak. With all the strength you could muster, you confidently spoke. “You don’t scare me.”

“I don’t scare you, eh? You’re lucky you are semi-protected here in New York. If you spoke to me like that anywhere else, I’d have the right to whip you!” the man shouted and you knew your arm would be badly bruised.

Just as you thought he was going to let you go, he brought his hand up and slapped you hard across the cheek. The force of the blow caused you to let out a yelp.

Finally, the man shoved you to the ground and walked away like nothing had happened.

Shakily, you stood up and brushed the dirt from your dress, readjusted your shawl, and took a deep breath. You walked even faster to get to the bar, this time avoided everybody at all costs.

Once you finally reached the entrance, you adjusted your hair so it covered the mark left from the slap. You also pulled you sleeve down enough so it covered the fingerprint marks left from where you were grabbed.

Inside, you quickly spotted Alexander and the rest of your friends. You navigated through the hot, stuffy room and sat down between Hercules and John.

“Hello, (y/n). We thought you would never make it.” Alex laughed as he pushed in your chair.

You laughed nervously. “I apologize, I was let out later today than usual.” you lied.

“It’s alright, mon amie. You are here now and that is all that matters.” Lafayette stated, raising his glass in the air before taking a sip.

The night wore on and you began to forget about what had occurred just hours before. The boys didn’t question or notice your bruises, for which you were thankful.  You got lost in the conversation with your friends, laughing and joking about whatever came to mind.

Eventually, it got so hot in the bar that you subconscienciously rolled up your sleeves and tucked your hair behind your ears. It hadn’t even been a minute since you did those actions when John’s face turned to one of horror.

“(y/n), what happened to your cheek?” he asked in shock, gently touching the delicate area of your face.

You winced and pushed your hair back over your cheek. “It’s, um, nothing.” you said very unconvincingly.

The boys just rolled their eyes because you wouldn’t tell them the truth. John was going to press further when Hercules touched your arm. “What did you do to your arm, (y/n)?” he asked as he looked at the bruises.

“I-I tripped?” you tried telling them, but it came out as more of a question.

“You did not trip, those are fingerprints.” Alex pointed out, a look of anger crossing his face.

“Please, (y/n), tell us what happened.” Lafayette begged, concern crossing his entire face.

Instead of answering, you began to cry as you were ashamed to recount to the boys what happened. At first, they all just stared at you in shock, but eventually, John was the first one to move to comfort you. He gathered you in his arms and stroked your hair in an attempt to comfort you. Soon, the other boys followed suit.

After a few minutes, you regained your composure and took a deep breath before explaining. “On my way home, I bumped into a man I didn’t know. I tried to just leave it be, but he grabbed onto my arm and started shouting at me. He told me I was nothing more than a worthless, piece of filth and tried to threaten me. When I made an attempt to stand up to him, well, he-he hit me.” you trailed off at the end, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lafayette stared at you in shock before he spoke. “(y/n), do not listen to that asshole for one moment. You are the sweetest, most generous person. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “But that is how must people see me so it is not surprising that is how I get treated.” you admitted, looking at the ground.

John’s head snapped towards you. “(y/n), it is not fair how you are treated, so don’t think for a second you deserve it. In fact, I hope you know that I am fighting this war to win you your independence as well as the colonies.” he told you confidently.

Alex was next to speak as he brought you into a comforting hug. “You do not need to worry about that happening again, because from now on I will walk you from work to your home everyday I possibly can.” he promised and kissed your knuckles.

Hercules leaned forwards and kissed your forehead before adding your two cents. “And if that ever happens again, I will make sure that whoever made you cry will pay for it.” he threatened, but gave you a loving smile.

“Thank you.” you murmured, pulling all the boys into a giant group hug.

Although you knew it would be a long journey to gain your independence, you knew it would be alright with your boys at your side.

To the Four of Us (Part Twenty Eight)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
words: 2,723
warnings: mentions of drug use, mentions of death, swearing
all chapters: x
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*pls read!!!!!* a/n: ok so some of you may have missed The Discourse™ last night but TTFOU will be ending on chapter 30 (aka there are two more chapters after tonight, chapter 30 being the epilogue). I feel like it’s run its course and I don’t want to continue it just for the sake of continuing it so I’m at a good place to write the ending and I’m happy with it :-))))) ok pls enjoy !!!! BYE

Hercules and Lafayette sat across the dining hall from Alexander and John, who were talking loudly and laughing at something one of them said. They waved their friends over, but Herc and Laf just smiled and stayed where they were.

“They need to talk,” Hercules muttered.

Lafayette was beaming across the room, revelling in their laughter.

“Why?” he asked through a grin. “Look at how happy they finally are! Let them be, Herc.”

“It won’t last.” Hercules couldn’t help but be skeptical. Alexander and John had gotten back together the previous night and neither he nor Lafayette had any idea what’d changed between them. “They need to deal with their shit.”

“Or,” Lafayette sang, taking a bite of his potato. “They could leave their shit in the past and move on. Like they clearly have.”

“Laf.” Hercules turned to his boyfriend and stared him dead in the eye. “You remember what happened at the funeral. There’s no way they both just got over that. Like I said. They. Need. To. Talk.”

Lafayette rolled his eyes and looked at Hercules. “Let them live.”

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anonymous asked:

138 washette?

(;-; last one!)
At first sight, he was nothing like George had ever experienced in his life. 

“General Washington, I present to you  Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette” a young commander managed to get it all out in one breath. While the commander was catching his breath, George for a moment lost his. He had seen young men come and go in his fleet. He’d seen good men die on the field and some raise up through the ranks. They were all the same, scrappy, faces forged by rebellion and eyes that burned with a kill or be killed fire. This young man, held no sort of flame.

At least not in the forefront of his face. 

He was young, like his aide-de-camp and aspiring soldiers. However his eyes were different they were…softened. Like a child who was always curious, a smile dancing on his lips lazily without much thought. He looked more like man who was on a trip rather than joining a war. He didn’t seem angry or vindictive, he didn’t seem worried or nervous. He took in the campsite, the American soldiers and then looked over George with tenderness no stranger ever showed him before. “A pleasure.” Lafayette crossed towards George, the General had his hand out for him but instead of the routine shake of a hand Laf wrapped his arms around his neck. He placed two soft kisses on either side of George’s face. “I’ve heard so much of your greatness, Sir General.” 

Baffled, Washington blinked dumbly while Hamilton, his aide to his right, poorly stifled his laughter. Warmth swelled on his throat and face, keeping the General mute for a moment. Tenderness was not a common gesture in war…he had almost forgotten what it was like to be touched so kindly in truth. It was a sort of kindness Lafayette wore well. “The pleasure is all mine…” George smiled, trying to peel his thoughts away from Laf. “I’m elated to know we have supporters in France…it will do us will in the Revolution.” 

“When I heard America was fighting for her freedom, I had no choice but to answer her call to arms…she fights for all of us, no?” Lafayette’s eyes seemed to dim in their tenderness. In such a short time, George had gone from awing at Laf’s incredible ability to retain a carefree softness, to watching it fade and now wishing it would return. 

George watched as those eyes that seemed so innocent now seemed to darken. So there was a solider behind the frills of a good looking lad. Of course he was handsome, he had that European air to him. Stood a little too straight, smiled a little too kindly, touched a little too liberally but Washington didn’t seem to mind that all. “Are you cold?” He asked just as an exceptionally chilly wind kicked up the tail ends of their jackets. 

“Oh…oui” Lafayette nodded once, “ a tad” 

“Come, we’ll converse more inside.” He held out his arm and as if this was no more stranger than the breaths George slowly took in to steady his heart, Laf walked over and ducked under the arm. 

“Very well” Laf looked up at the General as his arm protectively whisked the French man to private quarters. 

“Hamilton, get the Roch Marie–” 

“Lafayette will do…” Laf gently corrected the beloved General, taking a spot on a chair, rubbing his hands for warmth. 

Washington looked at him and shook his head a bit, the naivety was refreshing. No one other than his dear aide Alexander spoke to him so freely. It was a welcomed casual tone that reminded him after the war…he was still just a man. “Hamilton will you kindly find Lafayette some throws.” 

and you drive me wild

Howdy, kiddos, and welcome to the first installment of my newest Lams story! It’ll be updated right here on my blog every Wednesday at 8 pm EST, and will be posted to Ao3 in May, when it has been fully posted here. With that, I’m just gonna let the story speak for itself ;) Enjoy!! (The title is adapted from the Tegan and Sara song “Drove Me Wild” )

PART ONE: Laurens’ Family Ford Dealership

“Laf! Laf!” Alex shouted from the living room, excitedly bouncing up and down on the couch. When he got no response he began to shout even louder. “LAFAYETTE!”

He heard a crash from somewhere upstairs and knew Laf had finally heard him. The other boy grumbled as he descended the stairs. The first few times Alex had called him like this, Lafayette had been worried. He’d thought something had happened to his adoptive brother. But now he knew why Alex was calling him and, as endearing as it was at first, it was getting kind of old.

“Mon ami,” Laf said with a sigh. “I thought we went over this.”

“I know but he’s wearing a new shirt this time and it brings out his eyes and goes with his skin tone so well and––”

“Oh my god,” Laf groaned, cutting Alexander off. “You, mon ami, have the worst crush I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh please,” Alex said, pausing the commercial again. “You had the worst crush on Adrienne, and then on Herc.” Alex rolled his eyes.

“They were real people, mon ami,” Laf said flatly. “And besides, it all worked out quite, how you say, fantastically.” He winked at Alex.

“Not everyone ends up in such an ideal poly relationship, Laf. And besides, car boy is a real person. I just haven’t met him yet.”

“You don’t even know his name,” Lafayette said. He crossed his arms and looked down at Alex, who only rolled his eyes again in return.

“Uh, yeah, I do. It’s in the commercial.” Alex rewound the commercial to the start and pressed play.

A man with pale skin and jet black hair–– clearly dyed–– dressed in a navy suit and golden tie was front and center on the screen. His smile was huge and obviously fake. Behind him were various car models, and standing around him were five children.

While they were clearly related, all of the children had much tanner skin, and the oldest boy–– the one Alex had been lusting after for some time now–– and the two girls had smattering of freckles across their faces. All of the children had varying shades of brown curly hair that Alex thought made them look like a group of little angels.

And, well, it was clear who his favorite angel was.

The man in the center of the children was rambling excitedly about the cars for sale at his dealership. “So come on down to Laurens’ Fords today, because––”

At this point, all of the children joined in and shouted the line with him.

“Buying Ford is the American way!”

Sometimes Alex said that line with the kids. Other times, he strained to pick out the oldest boy’s voice. This time, he just sat on the couch looking up at Lafayette with a smug grin.

“His name is Laurens.” He looked like he’d just won some game.

“His first name, mon ami,” Laf clarified.

“Well it’s not like that’s something you’d say in a commercial,” Alex huffed.

Laf’s eyes softened a bit. “All I’m saying is be careful, mon ami. Crushes are fine, but you do not know this boy, and chances are high that you never will.”

Alex flicked the TV off and sprang off the couch, causing Laf to take a few wobbly steps backwards as Alexander got all up in his face.

“I will know him! Just you wait.”

With that, Alexander ran upstairs to his room. He had a lot of planning to do.

Les Mis and Hamilton X-over is canon

Tumblr! Listen up! Did you know that America’s favorite fighting Frenchman was at Maximilien’s funeral, pleaded for calmness there, got super mad at the king for killing the rebellion, and talked trash on the King for the rest of his days. That’s right. I repeat. The crossover is canon.

The Cuddly Hair Salon (Lafayette X Reader)

(@oakdragon253) Would you please do a Lafayette X reader where the reader braids Laf’s hair?
(Anon) Hey! I really love your writing and I was wondering is you could do an Alexander or A Lafayette one where the reader always wears her hair in a bun and he takes it out and it’s super fluffy??? Please and thank you!
Reader Gender: Female
Notes: time ;) ;) to ;) ;) combine ;) ;) requests ;) bc ;) ;) ;) im ;) ;) extra ;) ;) ;) but thank you anon!! and i got to learn about braiding bc i suck at it ^^” also i tried writing an accent. idk i dont really like it but tell me if its good :) this is possibly my first official fluff btw
Warnings: taking the Lord’s name in vain

Modern Day

You finally tied up your bun, and you put in the last bobby pin that kept down a rogue piece of baby hairs from sticking up. You smiled giddily as you tilted your head in different angles, admiring the slick handiwork in the mirror. You lightly nudged the bun around to make sure that it was secure on the corner of your head, because it would be a disaster if a group of stray hairs puffed out.



Spoke too soon.

You groaned out loud and finally walked away from the mirror, not caring that your once extremely slick and perfect updo was now cursed with a flaw. It would only be soon until more pieces started joining the first group into a revolution.

“‘Ello, bien-aimé, I’m home!” A familiar voice chirped up from down the hall. You felt your heart give a small jump as your boyfriend’s voice briefly rang throughout the one-story house. You had the bliss of having a day off from work, whilst your boyfriend got called in to substitute a high school class.

You padded towards the couch where your boyfriend threw himself upon, a pillow on top of his handsome face. You sat down on the other side by his long legs and leaned against the couch, looking out the window that was facing the living room.

“How were the kids? Were they annoying?” you asked, turning slightly towards Lafayette. You could slightly see his face under the pillow, and he groaned.

“They vouldn’t shut up. Literally, only one class did zier work and didn’t mess around.” Lafayette sat up, only to move himself closer to you, lean his head down on top of yours, and to hug your torso close to himself. You involuntarily smiled at how cute your boyfriend was, and leaned your own head on his shoulder.

“Is it the first time you subbed for that class?” you quietly spoke up, talking soothingly for Laf. He loved your voice either way.

“Yes, and hopefully the last time I vill ever go in that classroom. It was my first time at the school too, and the faculty was mean to me during lunch break.” Lafayette pouted. You giggled softly and turned your head, so that your face was covered by his shoulder.

“I’m so tired, (Nickname). Don’t make fun of me.” Lafayette lifted his head from yours, and you looked up. He then proceeded to kiss your forehead, and you closed one eye in protest, sticking your tongue out cutely. Lafayette had to keep in his squeals as he watched your reaction. You were so small and cute compared to him, it sometimes made him feel like a giant.

“I can massage your back if you want or something. I owe you anyways.” Laf nodded and turned around, giving your fingers access to his shoulders.

“Does this mean I have to make dinner, though?” You giggled once more and dug your thumbs hear your boyfriend’s neck.

“Yes, it does.” Concentrating on a particular knot around his shoulder blades, you gave a small kiss behind Laf’s ear.

“But for now, you can just relax and leave it to me.” Lafayette gave a warm smile and leaned into your fingers, your whisper giving him tingles. You gave the best back massages, which made you famous in your friend group.

You worked out the near-top of his shoulders, slowly going up to massage his scalp. You loosened and uncurled the hair tie that kept your boyfriend’s curls in his regular but cute bun, using your fingers to straighten his hair out. Testing out a few strands, you gained a brilliant idea.

“Babe, I’m gonna make you look beautiful.” you spoke up, reaching behind you for the drawer that held your sacred bag of hair things. Lafayette hummed in confusion, mainly because he wasn’t paying attention until your touch left him. You met eyes with Lafayette and shook your magical bag in excitement, the many hair clips and barrettes clinking together. Laf simply gave a tired and amused smile that fit his whole face and turned around, straightening his back.

“Make me as pretty as your French girls, mon amie. I want everyone in the room to be jealous when I walk through zhe doors.” Laf lazily flicked his hair with his hand for dramatic flair, earning an adorable snicker from you. You loved this side of your boyfriend. Usually, he was the loud, passionate man you knew, but sometimes, and only sometimes, he let his soft side come out. He can basically switch from excited and ambitious puppy to lazy and cuddly bear in a matter of minutes.

“Everyone is already jealous of you, especially if I’m in the room.” you playfully bantered back. Handing Lafayette your bag of hair clips, you began to start your masterpiece. You parted several sides of your boyfriend’s hair to mess around with, switching from several different types of braids in each section. Lafayette passed you different colored clips and ties, not going with any general color scheme. You noticed that some of his favorites were the little plastic butterfly and flower barrettes, which you then made a small garden of in the three-strand braid section. You occasionally gave kisses to the back of Lafayette’s neck in rewards for keeping still or to comfort him if you accidentally pulled his hair until it hurt. It might’ve been your imagination, but kissing a particular side of his neck made him quietly whimper. Nice to keep that in mind if you wanted revenge on him for messing around with you.

It took a while, but once you were done, you took a few seconds to take everything in before cracking up into a ball of laughter.

“Is it tat bad?” Laf said, a few chuckles coming out of him as well as he felt around the top of his head. You leaned back a little, forgetting that the edge of the couch existed. You held onto the pillows for your dear life, and laughing more due to your boyfriend’s reaction.

“nO BABE IT’S BEAUTIFUL DON’T WORRY.” you breathed out. Lafayette pulled you up and onto his lap, saving you from your near fall. You caught his lips into a sweet and breathless kiss, breaking it with smile. Lafayette had a dreamy look in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but to hug him tighter around the waist.

“How about I do your hair, then we can both see each other’s masterpieces in the mirror?” Lafayette suggested quietly. You nodded in agreement, and Laf placed more kisses on the bridge of your nose. You giggled, turning and shifting around a little, so that your back was facing your boyfriend, and your legs criss-crossed.

“Lafayette, do you know how to braid?” you meekly asked. Laf began to pull out the hairpins that were the most visible on your head and hummed.

“Well, not exactly, but I’m sure it will all come together in zhe end.” Lafayette replied. You decided to help him out on the many pins, since you nearly used a whole pack to keep everything down.

“Jesus, (Name), how many bobby pins do you have?” Lafayette muttered to himself. You snickered and wiggled a little restlessly in his lap.

“You know that pack of 100 bobby pins that you bought?” you asked. All was quiet and still until Lafayette whispered a soft “Jesus Christ.” You laughed and continued to help your poor boyfriend with your hair. It was a burden that both of you had very voluptuous hair.

It took a while, but soon you deemed your hair bobby pin-free. All of your short hairs were sticking up, and you could tell Lafayette was leaning back a little so the baby hairs wouldn’t get into his mouth.

“Finally.” Lafayette groaned in a joking manner. He began to pull the three hair ties that held what was left of your bun, releasing your massive hair and letting your scalp breathe. The feeling of freedom for the back of your head was amazing, since you tied it very tight. Lafayette was once again silent, and you worried, until you heard a series of kept in giggles which failed to stay inside.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, fixing the hair in front of your face so it didn’t annoy you. You were met with no verbal response, but a cuddly one. Lafayette dug his face into your hair, and you felt his chest heave up in down in laughter.

“Your hair…” Laf said in between gasps. “It’s so… Big. It just… heh.. Poofed up and I just…” You closed your eyes in a playful “mmm boi” expression as Lafayette cuddled you closely, before quickly going back up for air.

“Oh my God, I love you so much (Name).” Lafayette said in a soft, tired voice as he nuzzled into your neck. You felt a random rush of giddiness from the descending crackle from your boyfriend’s remark. You crossed your arms and looked over your shoulder.

“If you were working at a hair salon, then I would immediately send in a complaint about you not doing your job.” you lightheartedly pouted. Laf took this as a chance to lightly turn your chin towards his face, looking into your eyes for a heartbeat before stealing another kiss from you. This one was longer than the others, and you followed his lips as he retracted, letting your back fall into his chest. Lafayette didn’t mind your hair all in your face as he laid his chin on top of your head, and he let the smell of your conditioner to wash away his bad day.

You didn’t actually mind all of the kisses he stole throughout the process of styling your hair, but you did mind him snapping a quick picture of both of your final hairstyles in the mirror.

Sweet Sweet Revenge (Prank Wars, Part Three)

Note: Here’s part 3 to Prank Wars with Laf! I love writing these, they always turn out so cute! :D

Word Count: 866+

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warning: Badly translated french (as always) and language

AU: Modern

Lafayette had been acting weird for the past couple of days. You barely saw him throughout the day, and when you woke up in the mornings, you found that he had already awoken and left the bed you two shared. Every time you two were in the same room, he acted fidgety and a little nervous. You weren’t sure what he was up to, but you were sure it wasn’t good.

It was Day 3 of Lafayette’s weirdness, and you decided that you were finally going to speak up about it. You walked up to him as he sat on the couch on his phone.

“Alright, spill. Why have you been avoiding me?” You asked, throwing your hands out frustratedly.

“I haven’t been avoiding you.” He stated, putting his phone down. His voice was a little softer than usual.

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Very angst Washette headcanon.

Imagine George Washington getting Alzheimer’s Disease.

Washington’s condition had gotten so bad. He cannot recognize Martha, nor can he Hamilton. He does not remember Lafayette.

One day Lafayette crossed the Atlantic to see Washington. Sitting by Washington’s bed, Lafayette took Washington’s hand in his and, with tears in his eyes, said, “General.”

Washington felt a sense of familiarity surging through his heart upon seeing the man who emerged from his door unexpectedly. With a strong hint of doubt, he asked, voice shaky, “Lafayette?”

Lafayette could not help but let the tears in his eyes roam freely down his face upon hearing Washington’s hoarse voice calling out his name. “Yes, General Washington, Lafayette is obediently at your service.” He squeezed Washington’s strong hand lightly, as if to remind him, helplessly, of the countless nights they spent together hand in hand, under the arch of the moon.

Washington pulled Lafayette into a rather unexpected, but nevertheless readily welcomed, embrace. Strong arms wrapped around Lafayette’s slight shoulders in the same way they did years ago, ‘perhaps at Valley Forge’, Washington tried hard to recall, his dark, thick brows furrowed in the effort.

“It is much to my regret that I will not remember this. I must confide my sore regret that I will not remember this, Lafayette. But I wish, while I still have the mind available to do so, that you will accept my sincere apology for forgetting the affections we have for each other.”

Lafayette was, by this time, crying quietly in his General’s arms. He buried his face in Washington’s neck, and Washington could hear clearly his dear boy’s heartbreaking sobs. “Worry not, my General, for I am to forever remember this for both of us.”

It was late fall at Mount Vernon.

When Lafayette left Mount Vernon several days later without saying Farewell to Washington, he left his hat with a neatly folded French flag in it.

Martha helped Washington take out the tricolor flag. As she spread the flag, she saw a piece of paper at the center of the flag. Picking it up and opening it, she read to her husband, who was sitting nearby with an oblivious expression on his weathered face, what would be Lafayette’s last letter to Washington.

“My General: Remember the tricolor flag. I shall see you when summer comes. Your most affectionate, Lafayette.”

Martha did not push when she saw the same blank look on her husband’s face. She forced herself to smile at him and handed him the hat of Lafayette’s.

The next morning, when Martha came into Washington’s room to wake him, Washington was clenching tightly onto Lafayette’s hat, holding it close to his chest as if the hat was Lafayette himself.

By his pillow was a letter to Lafayette, unfolded.

“To my Marquis:”, it read, “I will see you again under the prosperous fig tree. Be assured that my strongest affections will always be for you. Your affectionate, George Washington.”

George Washington died peacefully in his sleep, smiling as if a contented child with candies in hand.

The next summer, Lafayette planted a fig tree in his Paris estate. The seed that he used was said to be from Virginia.

As he stood in the shade of the fig tree years later, he looked up at the clear summer sky and sighed.

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Alex smut?

Alexander Hamilton X Reader- More Then Friends


Warnings-SMUT, drinking, dirty talk, drunk french men, badly translated French

A/N- First time writing smut I promise I will get better at it but I hope this is what you were looking for!!

  You couldn’t even remember why you told these three, this was going to be completely humiliating, the Schuyler sisters were most likely trying to kill you at this point. The three sisters (along with everyone else) had caught onto yours and Alexander Hamilton’s flirtations and that they were quickly growing more intense. The three thought that they would help you blow Alex away tonight, they were dying to see you two together (along with everyone else EVERYONE.) They were currently  forcing you into a pair of stiletto heels and a tight black dress. You could not go out in this, the dress hugged every curve it could find, sticking on like a leech. Alex could probably take it off for you. At that thought you reddened slightly. Maybe you could go out like this, it couldn’t hurt anything. Besides your pride that is.

The time from the home of the sisters, your best friends and to the bar was a loud one, Eliza already taking shots, she was definitely a light weight.

When the car finally came to a stop Angelica smiled charmingly at the driver and placed several dollars in his palm.

You watched her for a moment before Peggy looped your arm with hers and dragged you inside the building, your senses burning at the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

You searched around, bodies against other bodies, screaming. You loved parties and you were a very outgoing person but were terrified of rejection, more specifically terrified of your very best friend (and biggest crush)  rejecting you, You were here. For him. And he was probably off flirting with another girl. You shook that thought away when you heard a voice calling for you.

(Y/N!-) You heard Lafayette and you, followed by Peggy turned several times before you saw the boys sitting in the corner of the room, Alex stared at you, cheeks red. You stared back, he always looked beautifully tired.

Lafayette chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your hair.

“Cette belle femme est ma date! Droite, ma colombe?”(This beautiful woman is my date! right, my dove?) He grinned, he was dangerously drunk but you knew he was no real harm.

You saw Alex’s jaw flicker, and his hands clench. Was he angry? What could he be angry over, Lafayette.? Several thoughts crossed your mind before you let out a sigh and smiled.

“Actually, french fry, Alex invited me so I’m his date tonight.” You purred, patting his head before turning back To Alex, his face dark red causing you to grin and sit on his lap, hugging him.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You smiled, his eyes darkening before he softly pushed you on the seat next to him and ran off, you wanted to throw up. Was he really that turned off by you..? You bit your lip, fighting back tears.

“Petit. Il a seulement peur que vous ne l'aimez pas vraiment comme il vous aime.”

(Small one. He is only scared you don’t really love him like he loves you.)

Lafayette mumbled, he was so drunk but he was always there for you, he always has been.

Your eyes lit up before you stood up with a sigh and followed after Alex. What were you doing? Lafayette was obviously drunk and could have no idea what he was talking about. You were going to tell him. You had to. The rain outside hit your soft skin, the thunder roaring as you searched the streets.

“Alex!” You called for him, holding your arms close to your body for warmth, you scanned the street for him, the rain blurring your vision. It didn’t take long to spot him, his hood over his head.

You practically ran to him, what were you going to say..? Alex looked at you, mouth open. You had to do something before he could. You took in a deep breath before throwing your arms around him and connecting your lips, his eyes were wide for a moment but he sunk into the kiss, your bodies moved in sync, he corned you against the wall as his body pressed against yours. You’d forgotten about the rain. Alex held your hips with one hand, cupping your cheek with the other.

Alex stared you down, his eyes heavy.

“(Y/N)…?” he smiled at you, his grip never loosening. You nodded at him, smiling

“Yeah, Alex?”

“Will you come home with me so I can take you out of this damn dress..?” He purred and your face heated up, you couldn’t respond with more than a giggle and a nod as he dragged you along and into the passenger side of his car, the whole drive you ran your fingers up and down his thigh, his white knuckles clenching the steering wheel.

Alex finally pulled into his house and you both got out, his hands struggling to unlock the door, you slipped inside first, staring up at him with a smirk, your arms wrapping around his neck the man blushed, connecting your lips to his as his hands fumbled to grip your hips, your legs wrapped around his waist when your back was met with the back of the door.

Alex grinded his hips against yours, he caught your bottom lip with his teeth, causing a low moan to escape your throat.

“We should go to an actual bedroom, Alex..” you mumbled lightly, fluttering your eyes at him with a pout.

He nodded, he was so beautiful when he was flustered. The man gripped your wrist and tugged you along, your body following closely behind, you pinned him against the door with a soft giggle.

“You’re driving me absolutely crazy, (Y/N)..” he smirked, and in one swift motion you were cradled in his arms.

“Then do something about it.” you giggled, nibbling at the bottom of his ear lobe.

Alex sat you on the edge of his bed, he slowly pulled your shoes off of your feet, his lips making contact with your ankle, trailing after your knee and thighs before he repeated on the other leg, you felt your body heating up, sucking your lip under your teeth.

Eventually Alex slowly unzipped the back of your dress and it slid to the floor with a soft thud , you groaned lightly, he started kissing your thighs, hips, stomach. As nice as this was you were growing impatient.

You tugged at Alex’s clothes with a pout, he quickly shed the extra clothing, his boxers the only thing left.

You eyed him, smiling brightly. “kiss me.” you mumbled, pulling him closer, his hard torso pressing against your soft skin as his hands glided down your body, tugging at your panties softly, you smirked, slowly tugging them off before reaching to unclasp your bra, his eyes watching your movements hungrily. You slip the material off your shoulders and tossed it aside, when your eyes met back with Alex’s his lips smashed into yours, your hands tugging his shirt off before instantly tugging at his belt.

“(Y/N)..” Alex moaned against your lips before pulling away slightly. “Are you sure you want to do this?…” He asked softly, pressing soft kisses against your throat.

You nodded shakily, releasing a shaky breath.

“You’re so beautiful..” He moaned against your skin before shoving a finger inside of you, your voice hitching.

“A-Alex..” You whimpered, your nails digging into his skin, a low growl leaving his throat. He responded to your moans by shoving another finger between your lips, slowly pumping into you as you squirmed lightly. “Please..” You let out a breath when he pulled his fingers out, his eyes dark as he stared at you, his eyes just as pleading as yours.

Without another word you ran your hand up and down his cock, tightening your fingers several times before he shooed your hand away, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance, he groaned softly.

“You have no idea how badly I have wanted this, (Y/N)..wanted you.” He purred in your ear, making goosebumps crawl over your skin.

In a quick motion Alex was inside of you, your legs wrapped around his hips, his cock hardening the more you tightened around him.

“A-alex..”You whimpered, biting your lip to contain the moans crawling up your throat.

“I want to hear you scream my name..” He growled, his hips moving faster, causing your voice to crack as you moaned loudly, your nails scraping against his back as you pulled him closer.

“(Y/N)..can you come for me?..please..” Alex begged, kissing your neck softly as you nodded, your body relaxing as you came, tightening around your lover, causing him to growl and ride out until he came as well.

Alex laid on you for a moment as the two of you caught your breath, your racing hearts slowing down slightly. Eventually Alex pulled out of you, you pouted at the loss of him but the smile on your face returned when he pulled you into his arms.


The Cutest Thing I've Ever Heard of

Lafayette x Reader
Word Count: 1306
Summary: Lafayette is getting teased because he wrote his girlfriend a love letter, and asked Alexander to proof-read it for him.
A/N: I, ironically, did not proof-read this.

Your eyes ran over the words in front of you, and you couldn’t help but beam; you had the cutest boyfriend in the whole world.

“Lafayette!” You called, skipping your way up the stairs, unable to hold back your giant smile. You had just gotten home from work; the week was nearly over, and it had definitely taken its toll on you. Luckily for you, though, Laf had noticed and has been spoiling you for the past couple of days. Yesterday, he had returned home with a bouquet of flowers for you, along with your favourite meal from McDonalds. It wasn’t a lot, but it meant so much to you that he was thinking of you enough to buy you little gifts.

You peeked your head into the bedroom, checking to see if he was in before entering. He was working at his desk, but looked up at you upon hearing the door open. “Hello, l’ange,” he grinned dopily, making you chuckle.

You held up the note you had found on the kitchen island today, “Did you write me a love note, Lafayette?” You asked, the smile never leaving your face once.

Your boyfriend chuckled, smiling, “Yeah,” he grinned shyly standing from his chair and walking over to you.

Still beaming, you met him halfway, immediately wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his shoulder; “You’re so sweet,” you laughed, hugging him tightly, “Thank you,” you bit your lip gently, before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He looked down at you, his cheeks lightly dusted with a small blush; this made you smile even bigger. “Did you like it?” He asked, bashfully; “I started to write it yesterday when you were having a bad day, but it kind of took longer than I thought it would.”

You leaned up once again, giving him a gentle kiss; “I loved it,” you chuckled, “It’s such a nice thing for you to do…” You said, letting go of his waist, instead grabbing both of his hands and swinging them gently with yours, “You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.”

Lafayette smiled down at you before he bent down to kiss the top of your head, “And the English was very good, no?” He asked, clearly proud of himself, “Even the grammar,” he added, leaning back only enough so he was able to see and gauge your reaction.

You furrowed your brows and looked up at him, “It was pretty impressive,” you agreed, only now realizing how unusually well written his letter was. Of course he was fluent in English and has spoken it for quite a while now, but he still ran into a few issues when writing it…

He looked down at you, still completely full of himself, “Alexander proof-read it for me,” he stated, oddly poised, as if his friends proof reading his love letters was totally normal.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Alexander… Proof-read your love letter?” You asked, giggling.

He nodded his head, “So it would be perfect.”

You giggled, looking down at the note in your hands. Alexander read this. And he edited it. You looked back up at your boyfriend, grinning, and went onto your tippy toes so you could kiss him; he accepted it with a smile.

“Thank you, Lafayette; I’m so lucky to have you.”


“So how’d she like it?” Alexander asked Lafayette smirking.

John quirked a brow, but before he could ask any questions, Hercules did; “How’d who like what?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

Alexanders smirk only grew as he answered, “Lafayette wrote Y/N a love letter, because she was having a shit day,” he explained, “He asked me to edit it for him.”

Both Hercules and John chuckled, “Alexander read your love letter to Y/N?” John asked, smirking.

Lafayette nodded his head, his brows furrowed; “I wanted it to be perfect,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders.

“Naturally,” Hercules simpered, looking at John, who was biting his lip to keep from laughing once again.

Lafayette looked between the three other men, before rolling his eyes; “You are making fun of me,” he stated, totally unamused.

Alexander shook his head, still grinning, as both Hercules and John nodded their heads, laughing.

“Alexander knows what you said to your girlfriend!” John giggled, shaking his head. “Alexander should NOT know what kinda things you say to your girlfriend.”

Lafayette furrowed his eyebrows but before he could retort, you entered the living room and plopped down on the couch, beside your boyfriend.

“What’s going on?” You asked, grinning; you loved it when they got in their giggly moods. They were always so much more entertaining.

“Nothing,” Lafayette muttered, crossing his arms, petulantly.

Alexander smirked, and Hercules grinned, “How’d you like your love letter, Y/N?” Herc asked knowingly.

You looked at Lafayette, who refused to look at you; then, you looked at Alexander, who was also not looking at you. “I loved it,” you answered honestly, “It was adorable.”

Lafayette rolled his eyes, “They’re making fun of me,” he said, clearly annoyed.

You bit your bottom lip gently, to stop yourself from laughing; “Why would they do that?” You asked knowingly, looking at Alexander who was chuckling.

“Why would you ask Alex to read your love letter,” John asked, laughing, “Y/N would be the only one reading it, she wouldn’t care if you fucked up in it,” he continued, looking at you for approval; you just grinned and shrugged your shoulders.

You grabbed Lafayette’s hand and began to fiddle with his fingers, hoping you were comforting him. You loved him with all your heart, and although you found it adorable that he wanted his letter to you to be error-free, you also thought it was a little bit funny.

“I was just making sure it was good!” He defended himself, “And Alexander’s good at writing!”

Alexander nodded his head, “And hey,” he grinned, “It was a fucking adorable letter, despite some comma splices. I would be happy to read and edit all of your love letters, Laf,” he grinned up to his, currently pouting, friend.

You nodded your head, “It was an adorable letter,” you agreed, “And the grammar was nothing short of perfection,” you added, looking to Alexander, now.

He shot you some finger guns and clicked his tongue, “Anytime,” he said, making both John and Hercules burst out in another fit of laughter.

Lafayette rolled his eyes once again, so you held his hand tightly and began to run your thumb other the top of his hand, “I think it’s cute that you asked Alexander to help you,” you said honestly, leaning over so you could kiss his cheek, “It was sweet, Lafayette.”


That afternoon, Lafayette got more than his fair share of teasing from the guys; you joined in a little, until it really began bothering him. Then, you had to come to his defence; you loved his letter, what if he never gave you another one?

Once the guys were finally gone, it was already dark outside. You pulled Lafayette up to bed with you, never letting go of his hand.

You both got all ready for bed; once you crawled into the bed, you snuggled right into Lafayette’s side.

“Did you really like it?” Lafayette asked you after a moment of silence. You couldn’t help but grin.

“I loved it, Laf,” you said earnestly, “It was the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me. And I loved that Alexander edited it for you; that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard of,” you giggled, kissing his neck, gently, as it was conveniently right by your lips. “If I ever have another bad day, will you write me another?” You asked, hopefully.

Lafayette thought for only a moment before nodding his head, “Of course, mon cherie.”

Whoo, vacation porn! Inasmuch as that I am writing this on vacation and this is Washington and Lafayette enjoying a vacation at Mount Vernon post-war. Canon-era, but also 2.5k worth of like straight porn, so shit is glossed over like hella. Anyway, enjoy Lafayette bent over a saddle.

Lafayette is quite sure that he knows Washington entirely before his stay at Mount Vernon, and he is quite wrong. The character of the man is unchanged, but how it is expressed when no longer constrained and weighed down by the cares of war, by the threat of an unknown destiny, that is as different as night and day. Before this trip Lafayette thinks for example, that he knows Washington’s appetites very well. Yet never would he have believed, never would he have dreamed that Washington, the perfect gentlemen, would during their first ride point out an unused stable on his land and suggest they have a look with a smile so knowing that it  makes Lafayette blush to agree.

The stable was left behind by the previous owner after Washington acquired the land, empty of horses, but there’s still enough straw on the floor that it is filled with the summery smell of cut grass rather than decay. Hanging from pegs on the wall are various ropes and bridles, and there is an old saddle, dusty and discarded, left upon a rail. It is, on the whole, rather unremarkable, and hardly worth a stop to look at.

Except that it did have a convenient place to tie the horses up outside and its four walls, no matter that they are ramshackle, do a fine job of shielding them from prying eyes. Having chosen it for just that purpose, Washington comes to stand just behind Lafayette, he plucks Lafayette’s hat from his head and nuzzles his face into his hair.

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Meet the Family (G. Washington x Reader)

Note:…I don’t know where this came from. I have never written Hamilton or an imagine before. I don’t own any of the historical figures or any of Lin’s characters.

Summary: Your boyfriend George invites you over to meet his boys.

You gently smoothed your outfit and take a deep breath as you went to knock on the front door of your boyfriend, George’s, house. The two of you had been dating for a little over a year and you two had decided that it was finally time that you meet his four adopted sons. He had adopted them with his late wife, Martha, and you were both hesitant to introduce a new woman into their lives until you knew it was serious. Children normally liked you, but these four boys were so much more important and you wouldn’t know what to do if they didn’t like you. You gathered your courage and knocked on the door, and within a few moments a young boy who looked about ten answered the door. He was almost up to your shoulders in height and was wearing a beanie that looked homemade, well made but still hand stitched and homemade.

“Hi.” You smiled and waved.

“George!” He called back into the house and you looked around him into the house where your boyfriend was rounding the corner with another boy on his back. The seven or eight year old hanging on George had his curly brown hair tied back in a ponytail which allowed you to see his light eyes and freckle filled face.

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