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Request: 67 Laf x reader? -marvelmojito

67: I think I’m pregnant

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warnings: Possible pregnancy, a little anxiety

Word count: 1,058

A/N: This was super fun to write! My requests are currently open, so feel free to send in an ask! You can find the rules here! My prompts list is linked in the post

Y/N sat on the floor of the bathroom, knees drawn to her chest. Her mind raced and her entire body felt cold. There’s no way this could be happening. Her and Lafayette had been careful. Using all sorts of protection and always cleaning up afterwards. Where could they have slipped up? Maybe she was overthinking all of this, maybe she wasn’t pregnant.

She reached up onto the counter and grabbed her phone. She turned it on and was greeted by a picture of her and Laf. It was from their trip to the statue of liberty. Y/N was laughing with her boyfriend as he rested his chin on her head. Y/N couldn’t help but smile slightly at the memory.

You know, she was a gift from the french

Yes Laf, you told me several times

She wanted to call him so badly. For him to calm her down and tell her everything was going to be okay. She wanted to, but couldn’t. What if he didn’t want a baby? What if he was furious? Laf had never gotten angry with Y/N in all the years they’d been together. Even when she’d completely deserved it. Y/N knew this, and yet she still dreaded the thought of telling him.

She entered her contacts and scrolled through them. Who could she trust in this situation? That’s when she saw Eliza’s name come across the screen. She would be understanding, everyone always joked about how she was the “mom friend”. She tapped on the contact and held the phone up to her ear. Y/N bit her lip as the phone rang. Maybe she miscalculated when she was supposed to have her period. Maybe she just had the stomach flu.

“Hey Y/N!” Eliza’s cheery voice cut into her thoughts. Sounds of children’s voices could be heard in the background.

“Hey ‘Liza, is this a bad time?” Y/N asked, realizing that she must be at work.

“No no, it’s fine, just one second” Eliza reassured her. Y/N waited for a moment until the little voices stopped. “I was just leaving work, what’s up?” Y/N felt the knot in her stomach tighten.

“I.. uhm… I need a favor and... you can’t tell Laf ” Y/N mumbled into the phone. Eliza paused.

“Of course honey, what’s wrong?” She asked, immediately picking up on Y/N’s worry.

“Could you… I need you to bring over a pregnancy test” The other line went silent. Y/N wondered if Eliza had hung up for some reason.

“Y/N you shouldn’t be afraid to ask Lafayette to do this. He’s the most understanding man ever” Eliza said.

“No!” Y/N blurted “I...I just want to figure this out before he knows anything”

Eliza sighed. It didn’t sound like she was annoyed, just defeated. She wasn’t going to fight Y/N on this

“Okay, this is for you to decide. I’ll be over in a few minutes” she said.

“Thanks ‘Liza” Y/N whispered and hung up. Just as she pressed the red ‘hang up’ button, her stomach lurched. She threw herself over the toilet and silently begged for Eliza to arrive quicker. Or Lafayette. Or anybody. She just didn’t know how much longer she could take being alone with her thoughts. Several minutes passed and she could hear the front door open.

“Eliza? I’m in here! Do you have it?” Y/N called out down the hall. She heard Laf chuckling down the hall and her heart sank.

“No Eliza here! Just moi!” He called back. Y/N’s eyes darted around, trying to think of something to say, but nothing came.

“Is she coming over?” Laf asked as the front door closed. Y/N remained silent, and Laf seemed to notice.

“Y/N? Cheri?” He called. Still nothing. Y/N could feel herself growing more and more nervous. Her palms were sweating and the color was draining from her face.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Laf asked, sounding a little more worried. Footsteps approached the bathroom and Lafayette appeared in the doorway. Y/N’s eyes widened as they locked onto his. “Y/N, why are you on the floor? What’s wrong?” He asked as her rushed over to her side.

He took her hands in his, patiently waiting for a response. His hands still felt cold from being outside, yet they still felt so inviting. Y/N bit her lip and closed her eyes.

“I think I’m pregnant” She whispered. It felt as though a thousand pound weight had been lifted off her chest. However, she still hadn’t seen Laf’s reaction. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Laf’s face. He looked shocked. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly ajar. Y/N quickly let go of his hands to hide her face.

“I-I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said any-” Y/N stammered until Laf cut her off by cupping her face with her hands. As her face lifted, she could feel tears fall.

“Amour, there is no reason to be sorry. Pregnant or not… I still love you. If you are pregnant, I will love our bebe just the same” He said soothingly.

“Really?”

“Of course”

Y/N smiled and rested her head onto his chest. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a comfortable embrace. They sat there for several minutes before a knock on the door flew down the hallway. Y/N lifted her head from Laf's chest.

“That’s Eliza, I asked her to bring over a pregnancy test” Y/N blushed, feeling embarrassed now. Laf giggled and stood up.

“I’ll go let her in” Laf said gesturing to the door. Y/N nodded and he left. He made his way down the hallway and opened the front door. Sure enough, Eliza stood on the other side, a pink box in her hands. She made eye contact with Laf and quickly fumbled the box behind her back.

“Laf! Hi! Uh, I was just in the area and thought I would… stop by” Eliza spluttered.

“It’s fine Eliza, Y/N told me everything” Lafayette chortled.

A/N: A promise is a promise! Here’s the first drabble of the day!

Request:  41, 46 with Lafayette x reader? Set in Hamiltime? -marvelmojito

41: How could I resist?

46: “I hate you” “love you too”

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warnings: None really, just badly google translated french

Word count: 1,002

Y/N stared out across the water as the ship approached the city. The beautiful New York City. Voices of excitement filled the hot summer air as they got closer. The city, she had never seen anything like it. The anticipation rose in her. She was finally going to see her husband after all these months. He had come to America several months ago, saying he had to escape the king. Though he promised he would come back. He had been writing to Y/N as often as he could, but Y/N was growing restless.

She needed to see him, to know he was safe. So she boarded the next ship leaving France in hopes to see her husband, Gilbert. The ship docked and everyone scrambled to get off. Y/N could hardly contain herself as everyone got off, one by one. She happily raced off the ship, glad to finally be on solid land. Bag in hand, she began to make her way down the bustling streets. The buildings were nothing like she had seen in France, neither were the people. Everyone was so alive, so happy, and new in a certain sense.

She reached into her bag, rustling around until she found the letter. It was an old letter from Gilbert, but it had enough information that Y/N could use to find him. In fact, it was the last letter he had written to her. It was one of the primary reasons she came, as she had received it over a month ago. Gilbert had never waited so long in between letters. She scanned down the swirling lines, all leading up to a very important set of words.

I have met a man named Alexander Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton. If she found this man, she could find Gilbert. She continued down the road, her eyes scanning the people for anyone that could help her. Everyone seemed enveloped in their own conversations. They all looked joyous. Y/N glanced up the street, and noticed a crowd that had formed at a T in the road. Two man stood taller than the rest, standing on a stage of sorts. This sparked her interest, although she didn’t know why.

She made her way into the crowd and looked up at the men. One man, who appeared to be a scholar, could hardly get a word in between the other yelling. The other man didn’t look like anything special. He looked like a man that Y/N would just pass by with little to no thought. Though he looked like there was a fire burning inside of him, something hopeful.

“Don’t modulate the key then not debate with me!” He belittled the scholar. The crowd laughed as he said this. He turned to them to continue speaking “Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?!” He shouted to the people. Y/N smiled. New York had officially lived up to everything Gilbert had written to her about.

“Alexander please!” another man yelled from the crowd. The high tempered man, was then yanked from the stage. Alexander? Y/N pushed her way through the people, her heart racing. Could this be the man she was looking for? She made it to the stage and looked around. The man apparently named Alexander was arguing with another, who looked very embarrassed.

“Burr I’d rather be divisive than indecisive, drop the niceties!” Alexander said, annoyed. Burr? Gilbert had mentioned that name before as well. These had to be the men that could help Y/N. As someone else drew the attention of the crowd, she made her way to the men. She tapped Alexander’s shoulder.

“Excuse me?” She asked, her accent thick. Alexander spun around, fire still in his eyes. Though it burned out as soon as he saw Y/N.

“Oh! Hello ma’am, how may I help you?” He asked, his entire demeanor changing. Y/N rolled her eyes and continued.

“Hello, je m'appelle Y/N Lafayette, I am looking for mon mari Gilbert. Are you Alexander Hamilton?” She asked. She knew english quite well, but it was slipping with her anticipation. Alexander smiled.

“I am, and I have met your husband before. If I am not mistaken, I believe he is somewhere in the crowd” Alexander said, pointing behind Y/N. Y/N whipped around and sure enough, there he was. His back was turned, yet Y/N couldn’t mistake him for anyone else.

“Gilbert!” She shouted, beginning to race towards him. He turned around, only to be enveloped in a hug. He looked down, confused, not yet realizing it was his wife hugging him.

“Y-Y/N! Amour!” He hugged her back and pressed several kisses onto the top of her head. Y/N laughed in response to this, tilting her head up to kiss him back. He gladly leaned in, letting out a little hum.

“Y/N! pourquoi es-tu venu ici?” Gilbert asked, stunned.

“You are here! How could I resist?” Y/N laughed, tears welling up in her eyes.

“But it is not safe here!” Gilbert protested, though failing miserably.

“I know” Y/N smirked. Gilbert stared at her for a moment before falling back into a joyous smile.

“I hate you” Gilbert sighed, letting his own tears fall.

“Love you too” Y/N hummed back. They remained there in each others arms, until another voice broke them apart.

“Hey Laf! You gonna introduce us?” A man said. Y/N turned around to see several men standing behind her. One was Alexander, the other two Y/N had never seen before. She blushed at all the eyes on them. Gilbert chuckled.

A/N: For some reason my brain was like “pssst hey! You want some writers block?” when I was writing this, so sorry if it sounds rushed!

Request:  67 and 17 with Phillip? Hamiltime. -marvelmojito

67: I think I’m pregnant

17: Don’t panic! Because if you panic, then I’m gonna panic!

Pairing: Phillip x Reader

Warnings: Possible pregnancy, historical inaccuracies lol, the sarcasm in this is seething, mentioned sexism i guess?

Word count: 1,297

My fingers wrapped around the soft stem of the daisy below me. I carefully tugged at it, feeling the stem break. I lifted the daisy and stared into it’s pollen filed core. The pristine white petals surrounded it, the color feigning innocence rather than beauty. I felt like leaning in to smell it, before I remembered that daisies held a pungent odor. It was nothing awful, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant. I hear Phillip chuckle softly next to me. I turn my head to him, a playful grin on my face.

“What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. He glared back at me, copying my playful attitude. A smile spread across his face as he gazed at me.

“Nothing, it’s just… there’s more than one daisy in the garden, love” He said matter of factly. He gestured to the flowers that lay on the path in front of us. I scoffed.

“Only you, Philip Hamilton, would suggest that every flower is the same” I say with a sly undertone. We loved to tease each other, since the moment we had met. Getting into petty, sarcastic arguments with one another. It could have been over the simplest of things and we still found a way to throw taunts at one another. Philip let out a laugh as I skipped in front of him.

“Are you suggesting that they aren’t?” He asked, bouncing to keep up with me. I threw my hands behind my back, my basket of flowers still clutched between my fingers.

“Yes. I believe I am suggesting that” I say matter-of-factly. Philip scoffs in fake astonishment. I couldn’t believe that he was actually trying to dig something deeper from my statement.

“Really?” He asks, now sounding genuinely curious. I turn my head to him, actually surprised.

“Yes! Of course! Don’t tell me that you didn’t know that” I laugh. He stares at me for a moment, with a perplexed look in his eyes. I stare back, finding myself getting lost in his chocolate irises. They way his freckles outlined his lower lid and speckling over his cheeks. He wore them proudly, happily even. He would always tell me that a face without freckles is like a night sky without stars. I noticed his eyes drop back into that lively expression. I blink, confused. He burst out into a fit of laughter.

“Oh my god I can’t believe you bought that!” He choked out between giggles. I sneered at him.

“Of course I didn’t! You’re not as funny as you think you are” I say dismissively. I continue walking, leaving Philip to laugh himself silly. I hear his giggles begin to dry into breathless heaves and suddenly it stops.

     “Wait! Y/N!” He calls, rushing up behind me. I ignore him, a grin growing on my face. He grabs my shoulder. I brush his hand off dramatically.

“Nope! I’m mad at you” I say sarcastically. He chuckles lightly.

“Alright, tell me when your done” He sighs, a smile spread across his face. We continue walking in silence. Despite the silence being caused by pettiness alone, I couldn’t help but drift into thought. There was a real reason I had gone with Philip into his gardens. I was pregnant. I was certain of it. I knew I shouldn’t have been so worried, but Philip and I weren’t even married. To everyone around us, we were close friends.

It’s not like I didn’t want to marry him, I really did. I admired everything about him. His face, his kind spirit, his intellect, but more than anything else, he respected me. When I met him, he greeted me like most young men do, with a gross comment. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what he said. All I remember was seeing red when he said it. I whipped around and looked him dead in his eyes.

“You disgust me” I grumbled, my fists clenching next to my dress. Philip had been caught off guard by this. I guess he hadn’t expected me to respond.

“What?” He asked, almost flustered.

“You heard me. I know I may just look like another innocent girl walking down the street, but that doesn’t give you the right to speak to me with such disrespect!” I said, standing my ground. Philip ended up apologizing, which earned his friends a laugh. I hadn’t expected to see him again, but I did.

Eventually, I began to see him everyday, at the same street. He would greet me, and walk me through the town. I knew that I shouldn’t, but I was finding myself become enamoured by his wittiness. He was nothing like I had expected. While Philip continued to be a flirt, he was incredibly smart. Then, one night not too long ago, he invited me to his home.

I thought he was going to introduce me to his family, but he had other plans. One thing led to another, and a month later, I discovered I was pregnant. I was ecstatic. Not only would my family be proud, but I could finally be with Philip. He would finally be my husband. I snapped out of my daze by Philip poking me in the arm.

“Hellooooo? Y/N?” He practically whined into my ear. I turn towards him, a little embarrassed that I had missed whatever he said to me.

“Hm?”

“I was just gonna point you over to the roses” He said, pointing to the beautifully colored roses across the yard. I feel my stomach turn in knots for a second, as I decide now would be the best time to tell him. There was nothing in between us. No sarcasm, no people, nothing else of importance. Just me, him, and the field of flowers.

“Uh, Philip, I was wondering if I could tell you something?” I ask, scratching the back of my head nervously. He turns to me.

“Of course, what is it?” He asks innocently. He sounded as if he was expecting something benign, nothing like what I was about to tell him.

“Alright, but before I tell you, you have to promise something” I pause and look up at Philip, who nods in understanding, “Don’t Panic! Because if you panic, then I’m gonna panic!”. Philip stares at me like I’m joking, but then his face falls.

“Uhm, okay? Y/N what is it? Did you kill someone?” He asked, stunned by my tone.

“What? No! I think I’m pregnant” I state quickly. It takes both of us a moment to process what I just said.

“What?!” Philip yells. I’m taken aback. Now that was not the reaction I was expecting. I turn away from him, almost angry.

“Ugh! You promised not to panic! I knew I shouldn’t have told you”

“Wait, Y/N, no that’s not what I mean! I’m just so, so-”

“So what? Disappointed? Regretful? Upset?”

“Happy” He says breathlessly. My eyes go wide and I turn back to him. Any feeling of anger I had been feeling a moment ago completely gone.

“You are?” I ask timidly. Philip takes my hands in his, his eyes are filled with joy. I even catch a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Of course I am! You can finally be mine!” He cheers, pressing a sudden kiss onto my forehead. I don’t even think, before wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips into his. I can feel his lips spread into a smile, and his arms go around my waist. I pull away and let my own tears fall.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to wait until I was pregnant to ask” I say, looking off to the side.

“Yeah I know, I was just worried you would say no” He mumbles, now embarrassed. I giggle.

“Why would I? You’re perfect”