Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide. In literally the first paragraph. You have been warned.
Lafayette
In the end, his plan was quite simple. It involved screaming, a hot make out session and possible solitary confinement.
He shivered at that last part. People went mad in solitary. There used to be a guy who went there, Charles Lee. His records were destroyed.
He was put into a week of solitary for basically being a dickhead all the time.
He hung himself after three days.
People go nuts in solitary. A large empty space, damp and cold, with the extremely intense patients screaming at you day and night and a minimal amount of stale bread and lukewarm water.
Fun.
Pulling this off could result in Lafayette spending a few nights down there.
Still, the inspector had hurt Hercules. His Hercules. That bitch didn't know what was coming.
He grabbed Alex and pulled him aside. John was at therapy and the others were wandering around.
"I need your help with something", Lafayette said, then explained his plan.
Alex's eyes were shining by the end of it. "That", he said. "Is an amazingly good, 100% foolproof plan. Only thing is, it's not."
Lafayette sighed. "Are you with me or what?"
Alex smirked. "Let's go."
The two told nobody else of their plan. John and Hercules would exchange confused looks whenever Lafayette and Alex started giggling together.
"Hey Laf?" Hercules asked, approaching the Frenchman a day before the plan was put into action.
Lafayette jumped about ten feet into the air. "Ah! Bonjour!" he stammered. His accent grew thicker, like it did when he was angry or nervous.
"Hello..? What are you and Alex plotting? You've been giggling with him and randomly disappearing for days now..." Hercules grabbed Lafayette's hand, sending tingles up his arm.
"You don't need to worry, mon ami, everything is fine, I promise", Lafayette smiled. On impulse, he leaned over and kissed Hercules' cheek, giggling as the Irishman stuttered and blushed.
A shrill ringing noise interrupted his stammering.
"Night time", he murmured. "See you in the morning, mon ami!"
Hercules
In the morning, during breakfast, Lafayette was really pale. He refused his food before anyone opened their mouths.
Alex too was fidgety and nervous, eating less than normal. John had to coax his food into him.
Obviously, whatever they were planning was happening today.
Everyone noticed it. Jefferson asked numerous times what was wrong with Lafayette (he couldn't care less about Alex) and even George had caught onto something, but stayed silent.
When the meal was over and the bell rang, Alex and Lafayette leaped up, sprinting out of the room.
Hercules was a little hurt by this, but shrugged it off, although became even more anxious when Lafayette and Alex didn't show up for group therapy.
Lafayette didn't show up for his private session either.
They found out where they went when the lunch bell went off.
Two figures raced past, one of them waving a rainbow flag and whooping, the other throwing rainbow confetti.
Lafayette and Alex ran through the kitchen doors.
Hercules was the first to move and follow them, flinging open the doors. He gasped.
Flags for different sexualities lined the walls; bisexual, pansexual, asexual, queer, etc, and the there was rainbow confetti everywhere.
Alex threw the rainbow flag off of him and grabbed a bisexual flag, wearing it like a cape.
The inspector burst in screaming "What is the meaning of this?!".
"Hercules", Lafayette called. He had stepped up onto a table and was reaching his hand out to the stunned Irishman.
Without thinking, Hercules took it and stepped onto the table in front of him.
Without hesitation, Lafayette grabbed Hercules' shirt collar and closed the small gap between them, bringing their lips together.
Reflexively, Hercules put his arms around the Frenchman's thin waist and pulled him closer, relishing the fireworks that seemed to go off between them.
The kiss was slow and passionate, and everything Hercules had ever dreamed of.
Lafayette, after pulling away briefly for air, stuck his middle finger up at the gawping inspector, before pulling Hercules into him once more.
Hercules felt himself melt into the kiss.
They broke apart as the inspector approached them, gasping for breath.
Lafayette put his forehead against Hercules' and smiled, before the inspector roughly grabbed his arm and pulled him down off the table.
George grabbed Hercules' arm and led him off the table, helping him walk as the boy was still weak at the knees.
He quickly snapped out of his happy high when he saw Lafayette being kicked at by the inspector.
"George", he hissed, trying to pull away.
"I know, Hercules", George whispered sadly, watching Lafayette get beaten on the floor.
Hercules cried out Lafayette's name, but the beating didn't stop until the Frenchman was mottled in bruises.
The inspector grabbed Lafayette by the arm and led him down to solitary confinement with all the crazy patients that can't be treated or are too dangerous.
George kept a grip on Hercules, who spun around and beat weakly at the man's chest.
"Please, George, please let me go after him, he hasn't eaten or slept and he's just been beaten to an inch of his life, please!" Hercules begged, tears filling his vision.
"Hercules, I can't. This place will be shut down if I try and oppose him!" George said miserably.
"He's your son! He's your son and you're letting this happen to him!" Hercules screamed.
"I know!" George yelled back.
Hercules broke down in tears and George pulled him in for a hug.
"I know", George repeated quietly.
Hercules said nothing.
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Nothing /// Mullette Asylum Fic
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: yo I wrote this when I was 12 Also the mental "problems" I assigned to the characters will basically not show up at all because I don't really know how to properly write them and I don't wanna offend people ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Poorly made cover i...
