A Waltz (Lafayette x Reader)
Request: Can I request a lafxreader where the reader takes lafayette dancing but lafayette is clumsy? Thanks!!
1780. The Winter’s Ball. You winced as the tailor pricked another pin into your arm. They apologized quickly. It was all worth it. You had to look perfect. The highest of classes would be there. Even the reputable Schuyler family.
Then there was him. Marquis de Lafayette. The beautiful Frenchman of the revolution. He’d be at the ball. You’d only spoken to him on several occasions but you were completely smitten. You’d been introduced to him through Alexander Hamilton, one of your friends, a known leader of the revolution.
You couldn’t tell if Lafayette was interested in you the way you were. He was kind to everyone. He spoke to many women, and men. He was social. It was hard to tell. You sighed, fixing your hair. You heard when the carriage pulled up in the front. You smiled in the mirror, hoping it would stick.
When you arrived at the ball, it was already full of life. Tons of people were there, the best of the best. You went in, smiling at the familiar faces. You spotted Alex and nearly ran over but kept your composure. “This is a ball, dammit,” you muttered to yourself.
Alexander waved. “Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted. He was sipping a glass of champagne. “Finally, someone I don’t have to be drunk to be around,” he mumbled. You laughed. “Having fun, I see?” You said sarcastically. He grinned. “Oh, yes,” he said. “The Schuyler Sisters are looking mighty fine tonight, aren’t they?”
You glanced across the room. They were all dressed accordingly, big gowns and stiff hair. “Sure?” You said slowly. “Oh, no,” you sighed, realization setting in. The Schuyler Sisters were the envy of all. Everyone loved them and everyone wanted to be them. You’d once spoken to Angelica briefly, an intense woman but you liked her. Eliza was softer, quieter, and Peggy, well, you didn’t quite know there.
“If you can marry a sister, you’re rich for life,” you muttered. He chuckled, handing you his drink. “Is it a matter of if, or which one?” He said suavely, fixing his coat as he headed across the floor. You rolled your eyes. You set the drink down and sat in the empty seat. You watched as he went across the floor to flirt with the ladies.
“He’s a charmer, that one,” a voice behind you said, chuckling. You turned around. You heart raced. “Sir Lafayette,” you greeted politely. He smiled. “Please, just Lafayette. Or Marquis, whatever you prefer. We’ve spoken enough times,” he said, sitting down next to you. You blushed.
He was stunning, of course. His perfect curls dipped slightly in his deep brown eyes. “Are you enjoying the ball?” He asked. You shrugged. “Honestly, I’ve been to so many, they’re all the same,” you said mindlessly. You winced. Wrong choice of words. “Pardon my manners–” you began quickly. He grinned.
“Please. It’s fine,” he said. He leaned in, his lips just about touching your ear. “I lost track at this point,” he said softly. You laughed, trying not to faint. “So how is it working with Alexander?” You asked. He sighed. “Monsieur Hamilton is, how you say, a character,” he said. You grinned. “To say the least,” you added.
He laughed. “Hamilton is a powerful man and a great friend,” he said. You nodded. “Enough about Hamilton. I want to hear about you,” he said suddenly. You blushed. “There’s not much,” you began, your cheeks growing warm. He shook his head. “I don’t believe that for a second,” he grinned. “You are very attractive. Well-known. Very highly esteemed in this community.”
You laughed. “I’m no Schuyler Sister,” you said, shrugging. He shook his head. “Exactly. You’re you,” he said. You heart skipped and you felt your face turn warm again. A waltz came on at that exact moment. “Would you like to dance?” You asked suddenly. He chuckled nervously. “I’m not so sure–” he began. “Please?” You added.
He stared at you a few seconds, his eyes softening. “Of course,” he said, standing up. He took your hand and led you to the floor. You just about sighed when his hand rested on your waist, gentle yet firm. “I warn you. I’m not a good dancer,” he began. “Then I’ll lead,” you said, grinning. He chuckled.
You began the first few steps when he stepped on your toe. “Sorry!” He exclaimed. You laughed. “It’s fine,” you assured him. You continued on but he looked like a deer standing up for the first time. He’d trip over his own feet and get all flustered. You tried not to laugh as to not seem mean but he looked so cute.
“I told you I’m no good,” he said blushing. You smiled softly. “I think you’re good,” you said. “I think you’re great,” he whispered. Your heart raced. “Wait, do you mean–” you began, trailing off. His lips pressed against yours softly. It suddenly felt like you two were the only people on the floor. His lips were warm and soft, just how they looked.
“What was that?” You whispered. “Something I’ve been meaning to do for a while,” he said softly. You smiled. “Let’s agree I suck at dancing, no?” He asked. You laughed. “Yes,” you said quickly.
