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


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

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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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).