Ma Bijou ( Lafayette X Reader )
This one took some time but I loved writing it so much. I found this prompt on a list (“You parked in the parking space I always use so I wrote a note and put it on your car and you put one on mine the next day and now we have been writing notes for over a week just tell me your phone number to make this easier”) but, throughout the text, I changed it in some aspects. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
(also, this one goes out for @dannysrands for making me think of Laf x Reader so I wouldn’t let her down. Here ya go, Gabis)
Word Count: 2204 (I’m sorry it’s so big).
You were not in an anywhat good mood that morning. Your little brother had eaten all of your favorite cereal again, you had ran out of eggs, your hair drier was damaged. You would kill whoever got in your way, oh, you just would. You thought it couldn’t get any worse, but, when you got to the school, there was a car on your spot in the parking lot. A fancy car, yes. Red, brand new, clean. There was an American flag on one rearview and a French flag on the other, which allowed you to quickly deduct whose car that was: Lafayette’s.
You didn’t know him, no. Not personally, at least. Gilbert du Mortier, commonly known as Lafayette only, was a loud Frenchman, an exchange student who decided to stay more in America. He was part of the school’s debate team with his friends, Laurens, Hamilton and Mulligan, but also a member of the wrestling team. The students around the campus would call him the school’s favorite fighting Frenchman for a reason, as he was pretty good on what he did. Another thing about him was his accent, which always got a significant number of girls sighing over him. And, for God’s sake, not even you could deny he was one of the most handsome guys you’d ever seen.
Still, that didn’t give him permission to park on your spot.
You would have screamed at him and ranted until he took his car away, but he was nowhere to be seen. The parking lot was actually almost empty, as you were almost late, so you just decided to leave a note on his windshield to tell him how much of a pain in the ass he was being. “Bonjour, French fry. You parked on my spot. I’d be very thankful if you could not do that tomorrow. If you do, however, I don’t care how good of a fighter you are – I will find you and painfully cut your jewels off. Have a nice day. – L/N”, you quickly wrote down, carelessly attaching it to his car before running to the school.