lafayette restaurant

Hamilton characters as things I've said

Alexander: The rappers only rap about the shorties and this shortie got low

John: Gotta pull out my gayometer beeeep beeeeeeeeeeep oops you broke it

Hercules: hold on mom I gotta change, my outfit doesn’t match that restaurants aesthetic

Lafayette: Vous êtes les pièces de merde
(You guys are pieces of shit)

Aaron: shut your fucking mouth or I’ll rip out your vocal cords and sell them on eBay

Thomas: I almost threw up from looking at you

James: *sneezes* death awaits

King George i wILL SLIT YOUR THROAT WITH MY NAILS

Eliza: sHIT IS HE LOOKING AT ME?! WHAT DO I DO???? *winks and finger guns to him* HES WALKING AWAY NOOOO

Angelica: *crush waves* *waves at crush* hey how are you doin- *crush walks past*

Peggy: Oh my whole family left the house without telling me. ok

Maria: Y'all are some horny motherfuckers

Hamilton: Restaurant AU!

Like, think about it:

The restaurant could be called “The White House” or “The Revolutionaries” or something creative.

Washington is the owner.

Hamilton and Jefferson are the managers.

Burr is the head chef.

Madison is the chef’s “helper”.

Laurens, Mulligan and Lafayette are the waiters. Angelica, Eliza and Peggy are the waitresses.

King George III can be the rival restaurant across town.

When Washington decides “fuck it I’m done with these kids” he leaves the restaurant in the hands of John Adams and everyone fucking hates him. So they have this vote with the customers to see who should be the new owner.

Hamilton is at home because *insert something bad happening to Philip, who he has to babysit on weekends. Also because Maria was like “oh work here instead!” and shit happens*. He hears about Jefferson and Burr competing over who gets to own the place. Obviously, he votes for Jefferson because that’s how it went 200 years ago.

I dunno, I was watching Kitchen Nightmares and this happened.

Valentine (A TTFOU One Shot)

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT connected whatsoever to the current timeline of TTFOU, it’s just a fluffly little drabble to break up the angst and to celebrate Valentine’s Day! And YES I am aware that technically John and Alex are currently not together but hey. whatever. :-) enjoy! (and let me know if i could continue writing these!)

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“Tie or bow tie?” Lafayette mused, holding each up to his chest in turn.

Alexander and John were laying entangled on Lafayette’s bed watching him get ready.

“How about…neither?” Alexander asked, leaving John laughing into the pillow.

“Yeah,” he added. “Stop being lame and stay here to watch movies with us.”

Lafayette stuck out his tongue and threw the tie on the bed, opting for the pale pink bow tie. 

“No way. I’m taking Herc out and there’s nothing you two freaks can do about it. If you want to waste the most romantic day of the year laying in bed and watching movies, go ahead, but I’m not going to do that.”

John and Alexander exchanged a knowing glance and started laughing. “Laf,” Alexander explained, leaning forward over his criss-crossed legs. “We are not going to just be watching movies. Don’t kid yourself, my dear.”

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anonymous asked:

@everyone, would y'all consider going on a triple date? That would be interesting...

Mulligan: I don’t see why we shouldn’t have a triple date!

Lafayette: I’ll pick the restaurant!

Laurens: Er… I don’t know if this is a good ide—

Hamilton: *points at Jefferson and yells at Mulligan* ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT I HAVE TO SIT WITH THAT MONSTER FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF?!

Jefferson: FINE, IT’S NOT LIKE I WANTED TO SIT WITH YOU ANYWAY!!!! *screams in Hamilton’s face*

Madison: *grabs Jefferson’s shoulders and pulls Jefferson closer to him* Come on, Tommy! It might be fun!

Jefferson: *groans* Fiiiiine! I’ll handle myself.

Laurens: *crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at Hamilton* Alex… are you gonna behave yourself?

Hamilton: *groans* I guess…

Happiest Moment of Your Life

Pairing: Marquis de Lafayette X Reader

Requested: Yes! @all-i-have-is-my-honor

Overview: Reader and Lafayette are best friends. They both speak fluent french and everyone ships them, but the only problem is, they have hidden feelings for each other that they haven’t discussed.

Warnings: None :)

Notes: All French phrases are in italics.
Also, POP SOME POPCORN AND BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELTS, KIDDOS, THIS IS GONNA BE LONG


You were sitting at home reading your favorite book when someone knocked on your door. You put your book aside, got up, and approached your front door, curious as to who it could be. You opened it a bit, breaking into a smile to see Lafayette.

Bonjour, mon ami! A quoi je dois le plaisir?” You spoke in french as you kissed each of his cheeks.

Bonjour, y/n!” He replied, returning your light pecks. “I thought I’d stop by and inquire if you would care to come to lunch with me?”

Your knees nearly buckled at the sound of his thick French accent. You had studied the French language and with him being a native of France, you both spoke the language fluently. Lafayette was your best friend, the person you trusted most. But as time went on, you discovered that you had acquired feelings (that you did not exactly hate) for the handsome young man. Still, you remained friends, much to your dismay. Although you did not want to ruin the friendship, sometimes your stronger feelings became overbearing. But, that was not important right now. What was important was that Lafayette was waiting for your answer.

“Oh, um, it would be my pleasure! Come in, make yourself at home.” You opened the door wider and stepped aside, allowing Lafayette to enter your front hall. You directed your friend to the living room (even though he knew this house practically inside-out; you two spent a lot of time together). He took a seat on your large sofa, looking quite relaxed about the whole thing while you were scurrying about, nervous that he was probably watching you. This wasn’t something new to either of you; you were always a bit anxious, and Lafayette’s kind yet curious stare only made it worse. Nonetheless, you hurried upstairs to pick your outfit and do your makeup. You chose one of your favorite casual dresses. You did your makeup to make it look natural. You collected yourself, taking a deep breath, and started your way down the stairs.

Lafayette was still sitting on your couch, looking around the room contently. He seemed to be pleased about something. As he heard your footsteps nearing, he stood up, looking towards the staircase. When he saw you, though, it looked like the wind had been knocked out of him. 

Absolument magnifique,” he whispered under his breath. You gave him a small smile, not knowing exactly what he said, but knowing it must have been good.

“You look wonderful, madame.” He commented. He honestly didn’t think you needed to dress up; you were already so beautiful as it was. Your skin was flawless, your eyes always conveying that you were up for adventure. You were kind, smart, and pretty. What more could any man want? Lafayette was always shocked when he woke up everyday knowing that you were always there for him when he needed you, there to lend a helping hand, a witty joke, or a shoulder to cry on. You were everything he needed and more; which is exactly why he couldn’t believe you were in his life. He offered his hooked elbow out to you, which you linked with your own, and you two headed out towards town for lunch.

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Lunch was filled with jokes and laughter, but also some unexpected spectators. Alexander just so happened to be passing by with Eliza when he spotted you and Lafayette in the restaurant. He turned to his wife.

“Look, Lafayette and y/n are acting like a couple again,” he quipped.

Eliza looked over his shoulder and saw the two of you sitting, half-eaten food strewn about the table. You both looked much more interested in talking to each other than eating. Eliza giggled.

“I see. I don’t understand it, though. Why wouldn’t they just tell each other they like them?”

Alexander wagged a finger in the air humorously. “Tsk, tsk, Eliza. That’s not how it works.”

“Oh? And why not?”

“Lafayette’s nervous. He’s convinced y/n’s too good for him. If he does confess his love, he’ll have to do it in a spontaneous way.”

“Nonsense.” Eliza scoffed. “Y/n loves Lafayette, plain and simple. She’ll love him no matter what he does.”

Alexander just smiled and shook his head. “Tell that to Lafayette.”

“How about you tell him?”

Alexander looked in awe at the woman standing next to him, like she had grown three heads. “You want me to be the middle man?”

Eliza giggled. “Well, I’ll be the middle woman, too.” Alexander looked doubtful. “Oh, c’mon. Please? Just think about how happy they’ll both be.”

Alex turned one more time to look behind him at the pair. You were quite the couple, he had to say.

He sighed, and reluctantly agreed. “Alright. Because I think it’ll make them both happy. And because they’re my friends.”

Eliza gave him the biggest smile. “Thank you, dear.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

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The following week was normal, but you couldn’t help but think that something was going on behind your back. Your suspicions were confirmed when Eliza showed up at your doorstep.

“Hello, Eliza,” you said upon opening the door. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you had time for tea. It’s such a lovely day and I wanted to spend the afternoon with you since we haven’t in a while.”

“Oh, of course,” you stuttered. “P-please, come in.”

Eliza calmly entered your front hall and stood by the side of the door with a knowing smile. You shut the door and gestured for Eliza to follow you. “Come, please. I’ll get the tea started.” You walked into the kitchen and took out your tea pot. Filling it with water, you put the lid on it and set it on the lit stove. You got two cups from your cupboard, along with sugar, milk, and spoons. Once the tea pot started to whistle, you took it off the stove and filled both of your cups. Setting everything down on the table in the dining room, you took a seat across from Eliza.

“How are you?” you asked politely.

“Oh, I’m well. Actually, I just so happened to see you out in town with Lafayette last week.”

You nearly choked on your tea. “O-oh, really?” you stuttered. 

“Mhmm. I must say, you two would make quite the couple.”

“E-e-excuse me?”

“Well, I’m just saying. The way you two are always there for each other is sweet. You’re both good looking, smart, charming. You’d be perfect for each other.” Eliza said in a kind tone as she took another sip from her cup.

“Oh, I-I don’t think he thinks anything like that, I-”

“-But you do?” Eliza asked.

“W-w-well, I mean, h-he’s quite attractive, he’s always s-seemed kind, no doubt he’s i-intelligent-”

“Then go for him!” Eliza blurted. She took a deep breath and started over. “Y/n, I know you care about him. And trust me, if you tell him, you really will feel better.” Eliza gave you a smile.

You looked off to the side nervously, pondering your response. After a moment, you sighed, and turned back to Eliza. “Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely.”

You stared down into your tea cup, wondering what Lafayette’s reaction would be to your sudden outburst of emotion. But, after thinking for a minute… you decided it was worth it.

“Okay,” you agreed. “If you think it’s best.”

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After Eliza had left, she went home to discuss your conversation with Alexander. She discovered that he had gotten almost the same reaction out of Lafayette when he confronted him about the situation. Alex and Eliza shared a look.

“They’re perfect for each other,” they said in union.

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The next day, Eliza came back to your house to “help you get ready”.

“Help me get ready for what?” You asked as she entered your front room.

“You and Lafayette are going to meet up at the top of the hill just outside town. Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

“Wait, what? You never said anything about this yesterday!”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine!” she said as she climbed the stairs to your bedroom. She walked over to the closet and opened it, pushing your dresses to the side one by one. She found a dress and pulled it out. “Hurry, put this on. We’ll do your makeup and then we’ll have to leave straight away!” She thrust the dress into your arms and started rummaging through your jewelry box. 

After you had the dress on, Eliza sat you down at your vanity and did your makeup. She put earrings in your ears and looked at your reflection in the mirror.

“Beautiful,” she said as she admired her work. “Now come on, don’t want to leave him waiting!”

As you two bounded down the stairs and out the door to the awaiting carriage, your mind was racing. 

Please don’t let this end in total disaster, you prayed.

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Your carriage stopped at the path leading up the hill that overlooked the town. Eliza gave your shoulders a squeeze and an excited expression. You smiled nervously at her and opened the door. As you stood at the side of the carriage, you could see Lafayette waiting at the top of the hill, leaning against a tree. You took a deep breath and started your way up the narrow path.

Lafayette saw you coming and started nervously ringing his hands. As you got closer, he pulled away from the tree and smiled.

Bonjour, mon cheri!” He greeted you in French as he lightly kissed both of your cheeks.

Bonjour!” You blushed at the nickname, although he had called you that numerous times before. “Jolie journée, n'est-ce pas?

Absolument,” he agreed, looking out over the town. He the suddenly seemed to remember what you had both come here for and softly cleared his throat.

“Um, I-I have something to confess to you, actually,” he started.

“Oh, r-really?” You stuttered.

“Yes,” he took your hand in his. “You see, you’re an ami extraordinaire, and over the period we have known each other, you’ve lived up to that title more and more. But, as time goes on, I can’t help but feel attracted to you.”

You raised your eyebrows at his statement.

“Y/n, you’re a smart, kind, beautiful woman and I couldn’t imagine live without you. I love you, y/n l/n.”

You felt your heart beat what seemed like a hundred miles an hour. A smile spread across your face as you looked into his eyes and saw the truth and compassion in them. You gripped his hand tighter.

“Lafayette, I feel the same way,” you said as he broke into a grin that spread from ear to ear. “You’re always there for me and are so kind. I love you, too.”

As soon as you had finished your sentence Lafayette swept you up in his arms and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. As you pulled away you both had the biggest smiles on your faces.

Down at the bottom of the hill, the carriage was still sitting with Eliza, and now, Alexander, inside. They watched you both out the window as you laughed, sitting down at the base of the tree, your head on Lafayette’s shoulder.

“I told you this was a good idea,” Eliza said.

“You were right,” Alex admitted. “I’m glad we did it. Now he won’t bother me so much with his worrying about other men sweeping her off her feet,” he grumbled.

“Oh, shut up. You like seeing them happy, too.”

Alex grumbled in response. “Whatever.”

Eliza giggled and went back to watching you two out the window of the carriage. You looked so content, both of you so happy, even from far away.

And, truth be told, up on the top of that hill, Lafayette by your side, knowing he’d always care for you the way you cared for him, you let out a little sigh. You felt his head move as he looked down at you and whispered,

Je t'aime de tout mon coeur, y/n.

Je t'aime aussi, Lafayette.

And it was the happiest moment of your life.


HI! So this was my first imagine, I hope you liked it! I really liked this request which is why it’s so long, sorry about that. Anyway, requests and ships are still open! Thanks, loves!

Dancing in the Rain (Marquis de Lafayette x Reader)

Prompt: “You’re too good for me.” & “Wanna dance?” & “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
In which… Lafayette and the reader are best friends, and they get caught in a thunderstorm after going out to eat.


Anonymous said: A 304, 310, and 394 with Lafayette please?? (Those are all for one story. Do not fret, you don’t have to write 3 different stories) <3
// Not a problem! I need a cheery fic to override the angst of the Hercules fic I posted a few days ago.


Y/N’s head snapped up from her dinner as she heard the familiar rumble of thunder come from above. Lafayette looked up from his own meal to study her attentive E/C eyes, which were focused on the fast-paced gray clouds that were rolling in. A large smile came to the woman’s face, making Lafayette grin, “You like thunderstorms, mon cher (my dear)?” She turned back to him, childish excitement lighting up her features. “Like? More like I love thunderstorms.” The Frenchman laughed at her face, when he noticed a bit of sauce in the corner of her mouth. He took his napkin and gingerly dipped it into his water glass, leaning over to her side. He took the napkin and gently brushed it across the corner of her mouth where the stubborn sauce was, and wiped it away.


He pulled back a second later, Y/N giggling, “Thanks, Laf.” He waved a hand in a dismissive way, a permanent grin on his face. “It’s, as you say, no big deal.” So after finishing their respective dinners, and sharing a piece of cake, the two continued to chat about different things. The skies grew darker as they talked, more rumblings of thunder echoing throughout the empty New York streets. Drinking her final cup of tea, Y/N watched as the rain begin out of the window of the tiny restaurant, Lafayette observing her as he paid the bill at the front desk. “Are you ready to go?” He asked softly, interrupting her reverie. Y/N looked up at the tall man, her coat in his grasp, “The rain is gettin’ bad. Allons-y maintenant (Let’s go now).” She stood up, and brushed off her F/C dress, and turned her back to Lafayette, allowing him to help her put on her coat.


Y/N linked arms with Lafayette as they exited the small establishment, and stood underneath the awning. Y/N and Lafayette looked out at the empty streets of New York, many people running in to various buildings to avoid the weather. Lafayette swiveled his head to Y/N who was already looking at him; they stared at each other for a moment before bursting into peals of laughter. “Y-Y/n, are we really goin’ to do ‘dis?” He questioned her, watching her face warp into an impish appeal. “Oh yes.” She pulled her arm out of their link, and grabbed his hand—she then proceeded to yank him into the rain, the two taking off running down the street. Y/N was laughing as they ran, the rain coming down on them in waterfalls as they sprinted down the New York City streets. After about ten minutes of solid running, they started to slow down, Y/N’s hair drenched and stuck to her face—Lafayette’s hair fell out of his hair tie, and he too had his hair matted down from the water.


She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, raising her hands as she cupped some of the falling water into her hands. Lafayette had been a few feet ahead of her, their hands long since let go as they raced down the sidewalks. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” He snickered, walking back to where she stood. She playfully glared at him, taking the water she had collected in her hands and tossing it into his face. He sputtered, his eyes wide in shock. “Oh, mon cher… ‘Dat was a bad move.” He launched himself at her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she let out shrieks of laughter, Lafayette picking her up and spinning her around, water spraying every which way.


Disorientated and hysterically laughing, Y/N and Lafayette leaned on each other when he had finally put her down. His hands remained on her waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. As their giggles finally died down, she looked at her best friend with a wide smile as an idea came to her head. “Wanna dance?” He quirked a brow at her as he looked down on her figure, watching the gleam in her eye glimmer. He sighed dramatically, flipping his hair out of his eyes, before looking down at his best friend again. “Oui (Yes).” He began to sway, Y/N following his lead. The two danced down the street, Y/N’s skirts swinging water around when Lafayette spun her, a large beam never leaving his face.  The two danced all the way back to Y/N’s apartment, dipping, spinning, and twirling the whole way.


After recovering from their frolicking in the rain, Y/N and Lafayette relaxed on her sofa dressed in new, dry clothes. Since Lafayette stays over so often at Y/N’s, he seemed to have booted her stuff out of a drawer, and dedicated it to his own things. The two lay sprawled out on the couch, Y/N resting on top of Lafayette’s body, her head laid comfortable on his chest. The thrum of his heartbeat was beginning to lull her to sleep, Lafayette already near slumber. “You’re too good for me.” He whispered softly, but Y/N had already fallen asleep. He let out a quiet chuckle, resting the back of his hand on his forehead. “I’ll tell you some day, mon amour (my love).