No - Lafayette x Reader

Warnings - Swears, Bad french.

Requested by - @hamilton-noodles

Requests are - Always Open

“Laf, Please.” You begged.

“No Mon amour.” he said as his hands found their way to your waist.

“But Laf i need it for school.” you begged even more wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning on his chest.

“Ok Bien.” he said finally giving in.

“Yay thank you!! thank you!! I love you so much.” you yelled and kissed him.

You had been begging him to teach you french for so long and you needed it for collage


“Okay Lets start with the basics, im going to count to 10 In french after i do you do ok.”

“Okay.” you agreed 

“Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf.” he counted 

“Un deux trois quatre six sept huit neuf.” you repeated 

“Good!.” He said and kissed your cheek.

“Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf” 

“Sept huit Neuf.” 

“okay i think your good in counting.” he said and you smiled.

“Okay i’m going to say a word in french and you are going to say it in english.”

“Got it.” you said.

“Bien.” he asked 

“Fine or Good.” you replied 

“Je t’aime.” he asked

“I love you.” you said and grabbed his hands

“Épouse-moi?” he asked

“Uh… Marry me?” you said realizing what he said

Suddenly he reached into his pocket and grabbed and small box

“Épouse-moi?” he asked again.

“Oui.” you answered 

He slipped the ring on your finger and you guys stood up and he kissed you.

“Are you going to teach me french?” you asked his lips still on yours.

“No.” he replied 

Musicals have ruined counting for me

• One, two, Three, FOur, FIve, SIx, SEVEn, EIGHt, NINEEE! There are Ten Duel commandments
•NUMBER ONE I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry the rich…. NUMBER TWO he’s after me cuz I’m a Schuyler Sister…NUMBER THREE I know my sister like I know my own mind-
•STEP ONE, he’s off to Harvard Law
So, I get in there too. STEP TWO, make Warner reassess. Impress him with my high IQ. STEP THREE, we throw a great big wedding, and invite all of Delta Nu.
•Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf…. One two three four five six seven eight NIIIIINE

La première fois où j'ai ouvert mon coeur j'avais la trouille, j'avais peur mais je l'ai fais quand même. Par texto, certes, mais comment voulez vous ouvrir votre coeur à quelqu'un quand vous ne savez même pas si vous allez le revoir. Je pouvais plus attendre, j'en avais marre. Alors je l'ai envoyé ce foutu message, ce pavé là. J'ai attendu qu'on me réponde, un jour, deux jours, trois jours, une semaine, un mois.. que dalle. Pas de réponses.
Je lui criais que je l'aimais, que y avais que lui, que je ferais n'importe quoi pour que ça fonctionne, pour que ça dure, ça crevais les yeux que j'étais folle amoureuse de lui.
Je l'ai ouvert mon putain de coeur, et il s'est brisé en mille morceaux. C'était terrible. Et depuis c'est le vide, complet. J'ai plus envie d'ouvrir mon coeur, plus autant, et surtout pas la première. J'ai peur, ouai, ouai, j'ai peur que ça recommence, j'ai peur qu'on m'utilise à nouveau, qu'on joue et qu'on me détruise encore. Alors non, j'ai plus envie d'ouvrir mon coeur comme ça, pas maintenant en tout cas.
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Eliza:</b> un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf<p/><b>Phillip:</b> un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf<p/><b>Eliza:</b> good. un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf<p/><b>Phillip:</b> un deux trois quatre cinq six--<p/><b>Hamilton:</b> *smothers Phillip* <i>sept enough</i><p/></p><p/></p>

salutmapoulecestmanu réalise avec effroi qu’elle a oublié de préciser que la comparaison EM/BO lui donne froid dans le dos et que c’est la raison derrière le post qui fait 15 pages.

Just a Few Of My Favorite Hamilton Quotes

Southern motherfucking democratic republicans”

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”

“”When you’re living on your knees, you rise up.”

“I’ma compel him to include women in the sequel!”


“Onarchy,- how you say, how you sa- Anarchy!!”

“I think your pants look hot!”

“As long as I’m alive, Eliza, swear to God you’ll never feel so helpless.”

“I am inimitable, I am an original.”

“You knock me out, I fall apart, and I thought I was so smart.”


“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”


“That was my wife you decided to-” “Whaaaaat?”

“Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes.”

“Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?”

“Doin’ whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello?!”

There’s more but those are the main ones @leanwithitwriting

Hamilton has ruined my life
  • French Teacher: ok today we'll learn how to count to ten
  • French Teacher: un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, sept, huit, neuf...
  • French Teacher: Sophie why are you crying?
  • French Teacher: ....
  • Me: *gross sobbing*

ive never seen hamilton obviously but i feel like ive seen a weird version because in my head i cant help but picture certain stagings, no matter how bizarre.  like i try to stop picturing it but i cant.  I CANT.  i havent slept in weeks


  • ‘what comes next’ opens on king george draped over a comically large throne with a half-eaten tub of ice cream in his lap
  • “un deux trois quatre CINQ!”  *phillip throws both hands in the air like he just scored a touchdown*   “BRAVO!!!”  *hamilton throws both hands in the air like his son just scored a touchdown* 
  • lafayette just…… just  droppin from the fuckin ceiling in his guns and ships entrance
  • “GEOOOORGE WASHINGTON!”  *a million spotlights zoom into a singular focus on a SUDDEN CHRIS JACKSON!! WHEN DID HE GET HERE??* 
  • i will not describe my Say No to This because unlike alexander hamilton i can keep this kind of thing to myself.  also i run a pure and wholesome blog not a starz tv show  
  • in aaron burr, sir, hamilton sitting beside burr and moving progressively closer to him while burr shifts away, hamilton following, until burr says “im getting nervous” 
  • i try not to but the ending of washington on your side makes me picture the three of them snooping around the stage with a magnifying glass like theyre looking for blues clues.


  • what happens to the children between dear theodosia and non-stop.  are they just chucked into the orchestra pit,
  • and i feel like he doesnt, but does burr drive in on a moped in his entrance in the election of 1800  

theres more but im tired