Escape- A Mullaurette Fanfiction

"Anything for you..."

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Lafayette's POV

Lafayette had realized a long time ago that he was happiest around his friends.

He had moved to America when he was fifteen, and since then, he had made many friends.

He also realized that he hated secrets. He was the most open person in the world. He told everyone everything as long as it was appropriate and didn't hurt anyone's feelings.

He hated hurting people's feelings.

He hated hating people.

But he most definitely did hate that immigrant Alexander that broke his best friend's heart.

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"John, mon ami, I am home!" The tall Frenchman called through the apartment.

He had had a very long day, and all he wanted to do was see his friend's freckled face.

"John?" He called again, walking around the apartment, eating a macaron. He had stopped by The Bakery and bought a few.

Lafayette finally found John in his room, asleep and snuggling with his favorite stuffed animal, which surprisingly wasn't a turtle- it was a llama.

He chuckled softly, deciding to leave his friend alone. He was just happy to see him.

As he walked out of the room, he heard a small whimper come from the boy. "Hmm?" He turned back to him.

John was still asleep, but there was a frown on his beautiful face.

This caused Lafayette to have a frown as well.

Why is upset?

John is always happy.

It there something he hasn't been telling me?

Lafayette eventually decided that he would leave John alone for now- and that he needed to take a shower.

The Frenchman took his usual long shower, humming softly to himself as he cleaned his body and hair. He still thought about why John had been frowning.

Bad day?

No. He seemed happy when he had stopped in.

Nightmare?

Maybe. But he usually didn't dream bad dreams- Lafayette knew that because he would sometimes sneakily read John's dream journal that he kept by his bed.

Is he thinking about me? Did I say something wrong?

No. That couldn't be it either. John always seemed to enjoy Lafayette's company.

"Then what is it?" He thought aloud.

After rinsing himself off, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist.

He froze.

A small blade was sitting in the bathroom sink.

I've never seen that before...

He slowly picked it up, examining it. He noticed how sharp it was. "This could really hurt someone," he said aloud.

Why is it in here?

Shrugging, carried the knife to their small kitchen, which could barely fit three people in, and set it behind the knife holder.

"That seems like a good place," he nodded a little before going to change.

Many of his clothes were brought over from France. His favorites, though, were the pieces of clothing that Hercules had made him. They were all so soft and comfortable.

He chose some pajamas that Hercules had made for him and decided to make popcorn, settling down on the couch.

It had become a tradition with him when John had gone out with Alexander. Whenever he felt alone or was alone, he would sit on the couch and curl up in a blanket and watch old Disney movies while eating freshly popped buttered popcorn.

And since John was already asleep, might as well watch a movie.

But wouldn't John enjoy this too? Maybe I should wake him...

He decided against it. John probably had spent the day playing with puppies, which was tiring work.

Listening for the popcorn to be done, he finally got up to get the delicious snack. "This will be delicious," he told himself, pouring the bag of popcorn into a bowl.

He grabbed the remote, his favorite blanket, and settled down on the old couch with his popcorn, turning on a recording of "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves".

About fifteen minutes into the movie, a sleepy John wearing a his favorite giant sweatshirt walked into the room, rubbing eyes sleepily. He looked at Lafayette in surprise.

"When did you get home, Laf?" He asked tiredly.

"Maybe an hour or so?"

He nodded a little and sat by him. "Can... can we share the blanket?" He asked him softly.

"Of course, mon ami."

He had to admit. Sometimes calling him 'mon ami' wasn't enough show how he felt for John.

John made him so happy, and he always felt as if it wasn't just happiness, but also love that he felt.

He'd known John for awhile, and from the moment he saw him he had felt a spark. When John had started dating Alexander, he had given up. But then.... they broke up.

And the emotion was back.

John immediately lifted the blanket up and scooted closer. "Thanks Laf," he yawned, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Anything for you, mon ami."

(W/C: 802)

A/N: Sorry! This one was shorter and there could have been more to it, but there ya go! A little bit of fluff I suppose. And some feels from Laf. Hope you liked it and please leave feedback.