Hamilton x Reader

Lafayette x Reader

F/n = First Name
L/n = Last name

Enjoy!
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"I swear Mulligan if you don't stop-"
"LET ME BE YOUR FLOWER GIRL DAMN IT!" Mulligan yelled back at you. Oh my lord how did I even get in this mess?
~flashbacks are grape 🍇~
"F/n L/n, mon amour, will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?" Your French boyfriend, Lafayette was currently on his knee, holding a ring. You nodded, tears immediately coming to your eyes.
"I love you." You said as he stood up, pulling you in for a kiss.
"and je t'aime." He said before pressing his lips against yours.
"GET EM LAFAYETTE!" You heard whoops and yells. You pulled away to see Alexander, Mulligan, and Thomas Jefferson smiling, clapping, and laughing.
You looked over at your now fiancé and started laughing seeing his cheeks turn into a slight rosy color. You were quite proud of how he looked when he picked you up at your house. His normally poofy hair was pulled back and slicked. He was wearing a nice military uniform, and looked absolutely handsome. Lafayette walked over to talk to Alexander and Jefferson, and Mulligan walked over to you.
"Heyyy f/n..."
"What do you want?" You said, turning towards him. He froze and chuckled nervously.
"Are you scared of me Mulligan?" You asked amused.
"N-no." He stuttered.
"What do you wish to say then?"
"... this is now embarrassing." He said quietly, wiping his hands on his pants. You came closer to him, putting your hand on his arm, now worried.
"Mulligan, what is wrong?"
"I-I..." he sighed a big breath.
"Can I be your flower girl?" He said quickly. You froze, taking your hand off of him. You started laughing.
"Yo-you can't be serious, right? That's a girls job. The flower GIRL. You really can't be serious." You laughed out. He glared at you.
"Let me be your flower girl."
"No."
"Y/n let me be your flower girl."
"No."
"PLEASE!"
""I swear Mulligan if you don't stop-"
"LET ME BE YOUR FLOWER GIRL DAMN IT!" Mulligan yelled back at you. Oh my lord how did I even get in this mess? Oh yeah.
"Sure Mulligan. You can be the flower girl." You heard Lafayette say. You rolled your eyes.
"You're kidding. Not you too Lafayette!" You groaned.
"Hey I promised him." He held up his hands.
"Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette! You did not just admit to not just promising but planning our wedding without me!" You shouted. His grin fell quickly.
"Oh Lafayette you're in trouble!" Jefferson said.
"I think this is the few times we agree." Alexander said.