During the French Revolution, particularly during the Reign of Terror, many radical factions within the revolutionary government, especially the Jacobins, wanted to execute Lafayette due to his perceived moderate stance and attempts to decrease the violence during the revolution, which ultimately led him to flee France and be imprisoned by the Austrians. Although he was not executed, many of his family members were guillotined or hanged, and he was threatened to be hanged right beside them.
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TURN!Lafayette x reader
[a/n: hi glitch! Of course, I hope you are good as well! 💕]
He’s sat in the kitchen, lights off, and his knee can’t stop shaking. Hands clasped in his lap, all he does is stare directly at the clock in front of him, counting the minutes that have passed since you left.
In his mind, he’s decided that he’s giving you until quarter past until he’s going out to look for you. Angry or not, he is not about to let you go and walk around unsafely at two in the morning.
When he’s just about had it, her hears the door knob turn, and the hinges squeak as sniffling sounds come into earshot. Terrified, he stands abruptly, enough that the chair slides back across the floor, slamming into the wall behind him.
“y/n?”
Try as he might, he cannot get that tremble out of his voice.
You, stop dead in your tracks. You were hoping he would have just went to bed, and you could table this for another day, but it seems that it wasn’t going to happen like that.
“I am in the kitchen, i…I wish to talk, if that is possible.”
Blinking away fresh tears, you set your bag down and make your way down the hall to the kitchen. It’s dark, nothing is illuminated, and it’s hard to bite back anything anymore.
You both stand in the kitchen, facing each other, but none willing to speak first.
“I…I owe you an apology.”
Lafayette finally says, and watches your dimly lit features by the window for any chance of an acceptance.
“I was too scared of what you might say, that I did not tell you. Now, I understand how harmful that was, and I now know that you were right.”
“Right about what, exactly?”
Okay, you’ll bite. If he can tell you, then maybe there’s some middle ground to be found here.
“Right about the false intentions, right about the lying—“
“I’m not here to be the bad guy, Laf. I’m not even expecting you to tell me that I was right, because I was far from it. We both were.”
His eyes jump wide, and he waits patiently for your next breath.
“I just…I don’t think this is working. I can’t imagine how much saying sorry and moving on will rectify the deeper issue.”
“What does that mean, y/n?”
When you don’t answer, and begin to turn away, Lafayette takes a brave step forward, breath hitching on his words.
“What does that mean?”
He reaffirms, trying to get your attention.
“Maybe we should just…stop.”
You don’t have the heart to say it, but if he’d catch on, you could save yourself the tears.
“You are not willing to work this out?”
You wouldn’t notice it now, but looking back, Lafayette was silently begging you to stay.
“No. It’s happened before, and times before then. I’m tired of it—“
“Let it go for tonight, we can discuss it further in the morning.”
Lafayette walks past you and into the foyer, no doubt heading straight for the couch.
Neither of you had the heart to say it, but one of you was going to have to.
