AN: Sort Of. You won't be disappointed.

John's phone started vibrating violently. He drew it out of his pocket with a sigh and saw that Lafayette and Hercules were trying to call him at the same time. He answered Hercules, knowing Laf would be in the room, and practically shouted, "What do you want?!"

Hercules thought for a moment. "A well paying job and a nice house,"

"No, idiot, why are you calling me?"

"Can Laf and I come over?"

"You never ask that. What's going on?"

"Just trust me. Can we come over?"

John gulped, then gathered his wits. "Yeah, sure,"

He waited impatiently on the couch. Alex wasn't home; he had gone to get coffee down the street and probably decided to stay and type his paper. It wasn't uncommon, but it still made him a little nervous when he didn't know where Alex was.

Not that he loved him or anything, their relationship was totally no-homo.

Totally.

John heard a polite knock on the door, and stopped to consider whether he should pretend to not be home. Hercules? Knocking? The words didn't belong together in a sentence.

John stood and crept towards the door before opening it slowly.

"What is," John was cut off by Lafayette tackling him and stumbled backwards all the way to the door of his bedroom.

Gasping for breath, he wasn't ready for Hercules to scoop him up and throw him on his bed, along with another unidentifiable bundle. The bundle made muffled noises, and when John glanced over he was shocked to see Alex, bound with his wrists behind his back and gagged.

"Alex?!"

Hercules smiled and slammed the bedroom door shut, locking the pair inside. "Do what you wish, Johnny Boy~"

John's eyes widened and he hastened to undo Alex's wrists. "Alex, I'm so sorry, they're madmen,"

But when John pulled the gag off, Alex was smiling. "Hey, it wasn't so bad. We are, however, locked in this room for who knows how long,"

"My laptop is on the table outside. What do we do now?"

Alex reached up and ruffled John's hair. "Let's play twenty questions. Then I can get to know you while we're stuck here,"

AN: idk if this is actually how twenty questions works, just roll with it y'all.

Alex smiled a little wider. "You go first,"

John relaxed a little. No harm done to Alex. "Favorite color?"

"Green. Favorite band?"

"Fall Out Boy, because I can. Favorite flower?"

"Daisies, because I can." Alex chuckled. "What's your favorite color?"

"Purple. Do you have a crush on anyone?"

Alex almost choked. Shit shit shit shit shit.

John laughed. "What, is it one of our friends?"

Alex smiled weakly and nodded. "Hey, John, there's another game I was hoping to play with you. Tell me if I'm wrong,"

John looked at him curiously but agreed.

Alex sprang forward and pressed his lips against John's for a brief moment before pulling back. John stared at him in disbelief, then Alex said quietly, "Seven minutes in heaven?"

John leaned forward and kissed Alex again, this time gripping his shoulders. Alex responded immediately, taking John's waist in his arms. They stayed in that position until they ran out of breath, but as soon as they had both regained composure, John pressed back up against him.

"That wasn't seven minutes yet," John kissed him again.

They were so wrapped up in their situation that they didn't hear Lafayette crack the door and stick his phone inside. In fact, Lafayette got two solid minutes of the pair kissing passionately, and promptly sent it out on the group chat.

Alex's phone buzzed, and he parted from John to check it. John watched over his shoulder as he opened it up.

Baguette Lafayette: one video attachment

Angie Schuyler: whole shit, guys

Cinnamon Schuyler: my eyes are too innocent

Pegasus Schuyler: ShIP iT

Corset Mulligan: Laffffffff they are gonna kill your ass

Baguette Lafayette: I am French and therefore immortal

Alex switched his phone off and sprinted out the now unlocked door. John counted down on his fingers:

3

2

1

"LAFAYETTE!"

(I'm takin this horse by the reins makin redcoats redder with bloodstains)

"Mom ami!"

"I will shove a knife down your petite throat!"

There was a gasp of indignation. "I have a perfectly normal sized throat!"

Then a dull thud followed by cursing in several different languages. "You're gonna pay for what you did, Frenchie!"

"Bye John, I've got to go!"

John laughed. "Bye, Frenchie,"

Alex stalked back into the room and huffed before crossing his arms. "Damn Frenchman, ruining my perfect no-murder streak,"

"Alex, let it go,"

"I will burn eternally with the bitterness of 1000 suns, thank you very much,"

"Okay, but I'm making spaghetti for dinner, and you'll have to stop burning if you want some,"

"Spaghetti is the exception,"

AN: What? Was? This?

I mean I love it but what the hell.

Anyways, story time:
I was bored last night so I was like, 'what do I ship' and my two best friends came to mind, so I was like yeah I've got nothing better to do. They're dating now. I'm pretty much magical.

Comment and suggest below, my children,

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