Mullette POV
It was a beautiful relationship at the start. Lafayette loved Hercules and Hercules loved Lafayette. They were content, happy in their relationship. But there was one problem from Hercules.
He craved Lafayette's body. Sure, Lafayette enjoyed their nights. But it wasn't just nights, it was mornings, afternoons, and so on. But...If Hercules was Happy...Lafayette was happy.
They were together always, knowing each other throughout high school they were known being together and always routing each other. They attended the same college and hooked up the last year of it, they were together ever since. Hercules moved in with Lafayette and they shared a bedroom, of course.
There were ups and downs in this relationships. Cheatings and breakups, just like any other time. Lafayette would cry, and he would tell himself that Hercules didn't love him. But he knew down in his heart that he couldn't be happy without Hercules. As if they were soulmates.
Lafayette looked at the other other, and he looked confused, "Mon amour...? What's going on?" He asked.
John sniffled. "Your boyfriend fucked mine, Laf."
Lafayette looked at Hercules, his face hurt, "...Herc?" he asked
Hercules reached out a hand. "It's.. not as bad as it sounds."
"Is it true?" he turned to John, then looked at his boyfriend again, "Herc...don't lie to me." he whispered.
"Of course it's true! I just walked in on them!" John wailed.
Lafayette stared at the man, then he looked down, not uttering another word then just walking out, not looking at Hercules at all, he wasn't crying in front of a cheater.
Lafayette took care of John. He knew his bestfriend needed someone. And he honestly needed someone also. Some nights he slept alone, others just friendily, cuddling. But alone, he would never get sleep, just staring at the small box in his bedside table, containing a ring, Hercules and his own name carved into the engagement ring. He cried many nights, longing for the love of his life.
He drowned himself in alcohol. Knowing Hercules could care less about John nor himself. He had Alexander. The filthy cheaters, it poisoned his mind, making him depressed, he had to return that ring.
John helped him. Helped him a lot. Once he was back with Hercules, he felt so complete again, until he saw the note. A suicide note.
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Hamilton Fanfictions
FanfictionBasically a collection of my Hamilton fanfictions, they vary from basic one shots to smut, so beware lmao Art not mine, none of the music or art is mine! Various ships /:)