Hamilton was to me, my dear Sir, more than friend, he was a brother. We were both very young, when associated with our common father; our friendship, formed in days of peril and glory, suffered no diminution from time: with Tilghman and with Laurens, I was upon terms most affectionate; but with Hamilton, my relations were brotherly.
Marquis de Lafayette to George Washington Parke Custiswhen the latter asked Lafayette for his reaction to Hamilton’s death.
The low rumble of the car’s engine lulled Alexander into a slow train of thought, the passing buildings and scenery fading into his mind. He was going to see Lafayette later, and as he fidgeted with his engagement ring, he knew that today was going to mark an enormous change in his life. The stiff suit and tie Hercules had forced him to wear was much more somber than he would have liked, but it didn’t concern him much, what with the main event of today overtaking the parts of his brain that hadn’t been tucked away as to focus on today.
As they passed a park, a particular memory fell into his head. That was the park where Lafayette had taken him on their first date. Alexander had spilled his coffee on the frenchman, and asked what he could do to make it up. Lafayette had jokingly suggested a date, and Alexander had jokingly agreed.
The summer air had been fresh that afternoon, soft winds blowing through their hair as they laughed at each other’s fake over-romanticized flirting. They had joked and Lafayette had teasingly held out his arm with a pen, joking that the only way to get a cute man’s phone number was to have it written on his arm. Alexander had taken the pen despite Lafayette’s giggles and scrawled down his phone number in the glittery ink.
‘Why do you even have a glitter pen?’ He’d asked teasingly, handing it back to Lafayette once he’d written his phone number down on the other man’s dark skin. Lafayette had simply laughed and told him that a good magician must keep some secrets to himself and blown Alexander a kiss before running off.
“You okay, Alex? You seem a little nervous.” John asked, interrupting Alexander’s thoughts with his uneven voice.
“Aren’t I allowed to be nervous?” He’d replied, smiling weakly at John. He was glad that John had offered to drive him to their destination- he didn’t think that he would be able to drive there alone, with all that was on his mind.
“I know, I just don’t want you to do anything stupid, Alex.” John told him, eyes focused on the road.
“I always do stupid shit. That’s why we’re friends, John. And…I won’t do anything stupid. I really don’t want to mess anything up today of all days. You know that, right?”
“I know, Alex.” John replied quietly, dropping the conversation as quickly as possible. He needed to focus on traffic, which was getting pretty bad- and Alexander didn’t want to be late for this. It was essentially the one day he could not, under any circumstances, be late to, or even miss.
Bright sunlight flooded through the car windows, shining into his eyes as they passed another familiar building- it was the shitty apartment complex Lafayette and Alexander had first lived together in. The landlord had been a dick, and the heating was old, but they’d both been recently starting their careers, and it didn’t matter where they lived at the time, so long as they were together. He supposed that was what gave him the best memories of the place.
Cold winter afternoons spent together watching reruns of 90s sitcoms, warm spring mornings spent in bed together, trying to memorize each curve of each other’s bodies before they had to get dressed. He idly wondered if the shag carpeting was still softer in the spots beneath the windows, which had also been the warmest place in the apartment. If the people living there cleared out the living room to dance together, just like he and Lafayette had.
Perhaps it was for the best if he didn’t know that. Opening the window slightly, he felt the breeze flutter through his hair, soft and feather-light. He closed his eyes briefly, only opening them again when the car stopped at a traffic light. His breathing stopped for a moment as he realized where they were.
The ocean was next to them, trapped below nearly twenty feet of a concrete wall. It was the place Lafayette had proposed to him. Alexander had been staring out at the water, only turning to see Lafayette down on one knee when he felt the silence overtake them. There had been crying, and kissing, and muffled “Yes”s as Lafayette slipped the ring onto his finger and they embraced, the evening sky’s stars not nearly as bright as Lafayette’s eyes.
An ocean became a blur as John passed the sight, not able to look Alexander in the eyes even for a passing moment. This would be a hard day for him, but he would get through it-he had to. He had to be able to watch as it happened, and he had to be able to live with it for the rest of his life. He only hoped that he wouldn’t break down halfway through the ceremony.
The car abruptly stopped, pulling up to the parking lot beside the church. Not many cars were there, as they had decided to make this all a rather small event, despite how large it would impact the lives of those who attended. Stepping out of the car, Alexander twisted the engagement ring on his finger, a nervous habit he’d acquired in the time he and Lafayette had spent as each other’s fiancees.
He smiled slightly at the sight of George Washington, who had been hurrying into the church accompanied by his wife, Martha. John turned to him and placed a hand on Alexander’s shoulder.
“You ready for this?” He asked, voice nearly silent, and not making eye contact.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Alexander replied at a similar volume.
Taking in a deep breath, he stepped into the church, and smiled. It wouldn’t do well to cry, even if that was slightly expected of him. Nodding slightly at John, he entered the main area of the chapel, ignoring the stares of everyone in the room.
Hands at his side, he walked down the rows of pews to the front of the church. Lafayette, was there, seemingly waiting for him.
Alexander smiled weakly at him, feeling a single tear fall down his face as he remembered just how much he loved Lafayette. Lafayette looked peaceful, almost, nearly smiling as well.
He let himself cry a little bit more. After all, the man he loved was at the end of the aisle, yes, but he wasn’t standing there waiting.
Lafayette lay in his coffin, silent, with his arms across his chest, protecting the heart that had once loved Alexander.
Request!: Laf flirts with you tirelessly, every day he comes into your book shop like clockwork, asking about books, but mostly you. Finally after weeks of him pestering you, you finally accept his offer on a date, and you have a lot of fun! You begin courting before the revolution, before he goes off to war you say “promise me you’ll come back alive?” And he says “only if you’ll be my wife when I come back?”
Paring: Lafayette X Reader
Triggers: Cursing. MAybe we cursed idk. THE FLUFF IS REAL, a real dick bag guy named Rousseau Rouballsack as I like to call him
A/n- I wish we could have done this is french. THIS IS THE NEW CAMPING AND WE LOVE ITS SO CUTE AND FLUFF. We died about 15 times while writing this. this is the third time ive remade this post. sigh. ENJOY
The owner stopped in front of the desk again, “Merci, Y/n, and if you’re harassed, just send for Rousseau-”
“And what if I’m harassed by Rousseau?” You asked.
The owner smirked, “You can handle Rousseau. Now, I am off, bonne chance, Y/n.” ((good luck))
While looking after the owner, as they left, you saw a tall man standing in the window. He was looking at you. You smiled and busied yourself, with taking a stack of books to the other side of the store. The door chimed as the owner left.
You heard the bell of the door chime again, and then hands were under yours taking the books away from your grasp.
“Let me help you.”
You looked up to see that it was the tall man you saw in the window who took the books.
“Thank you, sir.” You began to study his face. If facial hair was finely cut, and his seemingly really curled hair in a tight bun. He couldn’t be that much older than your age of 22.
“Where?” He said motioning to the books. You prayed that he didn’t see you staring.
Your cheeks heated up, “Oh, sorry, over by the the book shelf by the window.”
Once he set down the stack of books, he turned to you. He took a breath then announced, “I want to buy a book.”
Note: I know, I know, it’s been forever since I’ve posted a fic and I’m sorry. I’ve just been really caught up with AP classes and applying to colleges. Enjoy this long one though. Cough cough, it’s unedited, but oh well.
Request: Hi! Do you know what would be really nice? A Lafayette x Reader where the Hamilsquad goes to an amusement park and like they try to conquer the biggest, scariest roller coaster together, and it’s just a bunch of fluff? Thank you so much!
Word Count: 2621
Pairing: Lafayette x Reader, a little bit of Lams
Warnings: Roller coaster, a lil bit of anxiety, but overall just fluff and hamilsquad banter
“Y/N, hurry up!” You heard Herc yell.
“Coming! Hold on!” You yelled from your room as you unplugged your phone from its charger before running to meet Herc and John in your living room.
“We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes.” John deadpanned as you walked into the room.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing some cash from your counter. “You can’t rush perfection, Laurens, but-” You turned to him and gave him a mocking gasp. “You wouldn’t know that, now would you?”
It was John’s turn to roll his eyes. “Haha, very funny.” He sarcastically drawled.
Hercules snickered from the couch. “He’s just mad because we’re gonna be late to meet his boyfriend.”
You, Hercules, and John were supposed to meet Alexander and Lafayette at an amusement park nearby. You had delayed them because you took your sweet time while getting ready and it made John a little bit frustrated.
“Ha, true.” You stated while walking out the door to Herc’s car with your friends in tow. “I call shotgun! John, you’re in the back.” You stated with a smirk.
bird loaves i am in your city of washington dc do you have any advices for me? should i look for you in dark restaurants? will nicholas cage be here
meet me at the statue in lafayette park that everyone says is of alex hamilton and john laurens holding hands but its actually comte d’estaing and comte de grasse gesturing with their hands vaguely near each other