TAKING REQUESTS
This is gonna be a handful. So pretty much the 'prompt' for this is a song, although while I was writing it I sort of strayed away from it. If you've ever heard Sorry by Halsey, then this song is based off of that. If you've never heard of that song then don't worry, you don't really need to know it. Heh, Mk enjoy!
"Lafayette please! I didn't mean anything I said to you! I wasn't thinking, ok? I wasn't! I don't think any of that!" Hercules chased Lafayette around the house.
The day before their little 'fallout' was an amazing day. The couple went out on a date. They went to a park close to their small apartment, and then they went out to eat after. The evening was even better, but that a story for another day.
"No Hercules! You meant what you said! Words come from somewhere, you meant it all! You meant it then as you mean it now! I'm sorry Hercules, mais nous avons fini." (but we are done)
Hercules couldn't do anything. He couldn't move, or breath. Nothing in his mind worked correctly anymore.
That day was rough. From the moment Hercules woke up, he knew that today would not be a good day. He had a mini 'episode' and completed took it out on Laff, without even intending to. He was just so angry that he didn't even think about it, he just said it.
He didn't think about how his words would affect Lafayette and himself, and at the time, he didn't care. He did now that Lafayette was threatening to leave, and Hercules couldn't blame him. The shit that Hercules has put his boyfriend through was unforgivable.
Hercules struggles with bipolar disorder, and he had a tendency of lashing out on people, mainly Lafayette. He would normally sit there and take whatever Hercules gave him, but he had broken.
Hercules would normally rant and rave to Lafayette, but that day was very different. He went off on Lafayette, calling him things that didn't even make sense.
He told him that he was sick of his accent, his hair made him look pathetic, and that he was just a disgusting good for nothing immigrant. (A/N, I myself don't think these things, this is just all I could think of. I'm sorry)
"No Laff, I didn't mean anything that I said! I wasn't thinking, I just started talking!"
Lafayette stopped in his tracks. "So it was a spare of the moment type thing? That's what you're telling me?" Hercules nodded. "Connerie!"
Hercules walked closer to Lafayette, but the French man just ran away.
"Lafayette please, I love you with all that I have to give. Everything that I said is a lie. You are way more then an immigrant, you are a fighter. Your accent is amazing, and it makes you even stronger. It's beautiful just like you. You have been through hell and back, baby."
"Stop it! Stop with the lies, you don't mean any of this! You're just saying it, but you don't mean it!"
Lafayette was crying so hard that he was shaking. As much as it would hurt him to leave, he knew the smartest thing to was to go. It wasn't safe for him to stay any more. One day Hercules would snap even more than he had, and he would hurt either himself or Lafayette.
"No! Please just hear me out, please!" Hercules reached out to grab Lafayette's arm. The grip wasn't tight, so if he wanted to leave he could, but instead he stood there and heard him out.
Possibly for the last time.
"Lafayette, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you more than I love myself, but I can't show it the way that I would like to. You deserve the world, and all that I give you is hell. I know I don't deserve you, Laff. I don't. I never have and I never will, so if you leave me now," Herc paused. "I wouldn't chase you," the breath got caught in Laff's throat. "I wouldn't run after you, or call you, or harass you at all. I would have deserved it. I deserve it for putting you through the shit that I did. I made this relationship a living hell for you, I surrounded you with so much toxicity that,"
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