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maplecornia · 2 months

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chapter five

word count :: 2.66K

pairing(s) :: taehyung x female!reader | mingi x female!oc | hyunjin x female!oc | jimin x female!oc | jungkook x female!oc

genre :: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | idol au

summary :: “some memories are too painful to bear"

Melody was once hospitalized in a room such as this.

Peeling wallpaper and drafty curtains, random assortments of things tossed about as though that would make it feel more like home. A picture frame there, a small couch here, blankets and pillows scattered on the floor, candles alight to try and chase away the rancid smell of disinfectant and sanitization.

Yes, all of it are things she is familiar with, things she wishes she wouldn't remember even after all this time.

"Your sister better get here soon, or she's going to miss out."

Melody swallows hard at her mother's voice, dropping the picture frame she was holding into the box laid open on her mother's bed. She chooses instead to busy herself with gathering up the carefully folded clothes decorating the bedsheet.

"Well, you know Yen, always late to everything." Melody mutters, intentionally avoiding Jocelynn's stern look her way.

"Melody..."

"What?"

"You know what."

Melody sighs, raising her eyes to her mother and falling defeated beneath her clear instruction. It takes her a moment, but she manages a forced smile, taking her mother's hand.

"Don't worry, Mom. I promise to keep the peace."

Jocelynn returns the smile, squeezing her daughter's hand a bit before she pulls away. Seeing her daughter's fight like this, seeing two once inseparable siblings' relationship strained like this, pains her in a way she doesn't know how to express. She knows that Melody feels betrayed, and she understands why Yen had to do what she had to do, but Jocelynn hates being put in the middle of the two. So for now, perhaps it is easier to ignore the situation entirely.

“I can’t wait to get out of here," She chuckles to herself. "I can’t believe it took this long to get discharged.”

Melody scoffs, rolling her eyes at her blatant ignorance.

"It's your own fault, you know."

"How so?" Jocelynn hums, prompting Melody to turn to her incredulously.

"Seriously?" Melody can't help but laugh at her mother's blank stare when she turns her eyes to hers. Jocelynn grows offended, tossing a stray sock at her daughter's head in retaliation when she doesn't give her a straight answer.

"Yes, seriously!"

Melody laughs, catching the sock midair.

"Oh come on, Mom." The next time Jocelynn throws a sock it catches Melody right in her face and she groans, pulling the sock off before tossing it aside. As she speaks, she tries to hide the smile growing on her face at the sound of Jocelynn's laughter, but Jocelynn spies it clear as day, and her heart grows warm with affection. "You were ready to be discharged a month after your attack, but you refused bed rest and opened your stitches. They wanted to keep you a few weeks after, but you just had to get restless and assist the hospital staff. A fall and two later you’ve slipped on wet tile and have rebroken your ribs and leg.”

Melody smirks as Jocelynn's former smile falls and she turns from her, busying herself with packing her box instead. Melody can tell she's growing embarrassed by the way she fidgets with the items she puts away and the way she avoids her eyes.

“Okay, I take it back, maybe I don’t want to be reminded.”

Melody can't help but chuckle, shaking her head.

“Honestly, I don’t blame them for keeping you an extra month to ensure you got your proper rest after all that.”

Perhaps Jocelynn says something next, perhaps she begins to laugh once more, perhaps she smiles her way, or perhaps she does none of those things and continues to stay silent, feigning ignorance towards the grave she has dug for herself. Melody wouldn't know, for her attention is now solely focused on a picture frame sitting on her mother's nightstand. She pauses, setting down the folded clothes for a moment before picking it up.

It is of the three of them, back when they had first moved to Korea, smiling up at the camera as they stood in front of the house they would soon live and make beautiful memories in. Jocelynn sits on the front steps, holding her daughters tightly to her sides, as she laughs. Melody couldn't be any older than four or five in the photo, her hair a mess as it falls from a carefully tied ponytail, her cheeks rosy as she giggles, leaning back in her mother's arms. Yen, only a year or so older, watches the two of them with soft, quiet eyes, her smile following that of the same nature.

Melody has seen this photo multiple times, and has passed by the table it used to sit on countless times before. On the way to school, when she had just arrived home, storming out of the house after a fight with her sister or her mother, on the way to meet with friends...It was one of many that used to decorate their house, a hobby her mother had picked up to immortalize their new memories, as though that would destroy all of the bad.

She has seen it so many times, she should know every detail, she should have memorized the looks on their faces, and be able to recognize every mark. But in all her years of gazing at this photo, she's never noticed the look in her sister's eyes. Though she's smiling, she seems almost...

Sad.

If you look close enough, you can see the gloss over her eyes as she begins to disassociate, her mind going somewhere else, somewhere dark. Her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, it seems strained, forced. As though she were only smiling for the sake of those beside her, as though she were trying to convince them, convince herself, that she was okay.

The thought sends bile, hot and bitter against Melody's throat. Swallowing hard, she tosses the frame into the box, tearing her eyes away from the past.

“How could she let this happen to you?”

The thought comes out as a whisper, words she had never meant to say. As her mother turns to her, the bile grows more prominent. So much so that she can now taste it clear on her tongue, her heart dropping to her gut in devastation as those familiar green eyes meet hers.

“Hm? What was that sweetheart?”

Melody clears her throat, blinking hard. She shakes her head, equally relieved and yet slightly disappointed that her mother did not hear her. She knows that it would have started a fight, a fight she does not wish to engage in at the moment, but in a way she wishes she could. That they would stop pretending these problems were not there, that they would quit ignoring the massive elephant in the room; that she could finally release all the pent-up frustration and betrayal that has been eating at her heart. No, instead, she chases all those feelings away, bottles them up for a little while longer before she turns to her mother with a smile.

"Nothing. It wasn't important."

As Melody returns to packing, Jocelynn watches her silently in concern.

Ever since they were young, they were close. They did everything together, and couldn't stand being separated from the other. Melody would rely on her sister for everything, to the point where Jocelynn would sometimes wonder if she was actually her mother. But she knew Melody relied on Yen for things she could never rely on her for. Things that she was too embarrassed to say in front of her mother, things she was afraid she would be judged for.

Likewise, Yen protected both Melody and Jocelynn as though her life depended on it. She would watch over Melody closely during school, on every outing, even when she got her first boyfriend. She would take care of her mother just as diligently. Keeping an eye out when she needed her, forcing her to rest when Jocelynn was being stubborn, and taking over household tasks whenever her mother needed her to do so.

Jocelynn knows that if she had to choose between herself, or her family's being, Yen would always choose her family. For the one time she didn't, the one time she chose to prioritize herself, she nearly lost the two people she cherished the most in the world.

The thought pains her heart as much as this tremulous fight does.

Jocelynn knows things cannot be fixed between her daughters so easily, but that doesn't mean she doesn't wish for things to return to the way they were. It doesn't mean that she can't hope for their reconciliation and forgiveness. Which she does, every day she sees the pain and turmoil in each of their eyes.

Watching Melody now, watching the way this is eating her up inside, she ponders whether or not she should say something. But she never gets the chance to find out, for as soon as she opens her mouth, she catches sight of Yen in the doorway.

"Yen."

At the sound of her sister's name, Melody goes still, turning to face her for the first time since she left. She watches with a blank stare as Yen smiles that dorkish, sheepish smile, fidgeting with the cuffs of her sleeves as she steps into the room. She notes how she can barely meet her eyes for two minutes, how every bone and tendon in her body tenses, preparing to run away at the nearest opportunity.

That's what she does best, isn't it?

Running away?

"Hi."

“Hello dear, we were just packing a few things.” Jocelynn smiles softly, opening her arms to welcome the hug that Yen readily gives her upon her arrival.

“I’m sorry I’m late, the session took longer than I anticipated.” As you release your mother, grimacing when she pinches your cheek, you glance towards Melody. She avoids your eyes, focusing on packing the box that sits in front of her. You wish she could look at you, see how happy you are to see her, that you wish you could wrap your arms around her, and envelop her in the hug you had been waiting to give her since she had first arrived.

“Oh that’s right, that was today! How did it go?”

You suppose that is selfish, however. To wish for something you do not deserve.

Turning from her, you smile at your mom, picking up a few empty boxes from their carefully assorted pile on the floor. “It was fine, it was more of an introduction than anything.”

When Melody scoffs, it brings silence to the room once more.

You freeze, your fingers tightening around the cardboard rim as you raise your eyes to her precariously. She's not looking at you, not really, but it is clear that the cynical laugh that erupts from her lips is directed towards you. And this time, when those fierce eyes meet yours, you don't dare look away.

“I’m sorry, no really, I am. It’s just, aren’t you the one who ‘didn’t need therapy’? Now you’re attending sessions?”

You can't help but smile to yourself at her sarcasm, complete even with the air quotes. And though your mother beside you sends Melody a severe warning look, it's hard for you to be mad at her.

At least you got your wish, albeit only partly.

“I was wrong. Turns out I need more help than I let on.” You mutter, turning from her to reach for a lamp on an opposite dresser. You miss the way the smile falls, you miss the way her eyes darken in her overwhelming bitterness.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve been given time to work on yourself, all things considered." Melody hisses between gritted teeth. You turn to her, but the pitiful look in your eyes does nothing to ease her anger, it only fuels it, turning it malicious. "I mean, I’m surprised you can even show your face in public given your situation.”

"Melody!"

Though Jocelynn may berate her, the dagger has already hit the mark as it was intended. Cutting deep and bloody into your back. A precious spot that will soon fester and grow until Melody has managed to inflict the same pain you inflicted on her the minute you turned away.

You choke back the scoff, and swallow the bile that rises in your throat at the mention of your scandal, barely managing to maintain your faltering smile as you raise your eyes to meet hers once more.

And there it is again.

The same look you had in the picture, the same look that you had that night she had begged you to stay. The same glossed eyes, the same false smile, the same mask you always wear to hide what's truly underneath.

Melody can't stand to see those eyes boring into hers any longer.

“You know what? I’m feeling a bit hungry, does anyone want anything?” Melody waits a beat to see if either of you will reply, but when she is met with silence she smirks, rolling her eyes and snatching her wallet off the desk beside her. “Lovely.”

Almost as soon as she steps out of the doorway, you are already defeated, plopping down on Jocelynn's bed, amidst a disarray of clothes and packing supplies. Jocelynn eyes you carefully, as she silently resumes her packing.

"Is it always going to be like this?" you murmur, wondering if the tightness in your chest belongs to that of guilt or melancholy. You sigh deeply, leaning on the box Jocelynn is working on. Shaking her head at your dramatics, she swats you away.

“Can you blame her?”

“Well, no.” Letting out another disgruntled groan, you flop on your back from your previously upright posture, causing the bed to shake and the boxes to jump a bit in its wake. You hold your arms over your eyes, as though that would erase every ounce of guilt, or at least hide you from your transgressions if only for a short while. “But that’s what makes it worse.”

Rolling her eyes, Jocelynn reaches for a book directly underneath your head and yanks it out from underneath you. You let out a yelp at the surprise, but pout when you see it was just your mother trying to grab your attention.

"It won't always be like this." She smiles down at you, taking a seat beside you and tucking your hair behind your ear affectionately. You give in to her touch, adjusting yourself so that your head is on her lap, and she is stroking your hair much like you were a child again who had just woken up from a nightmare. "She’s your sister, sweetheart, she’s going to forgive you. She just needs a little time.”

“I find that kind of hard to believe.” You can't help but mutter, unable to even meet your mother's eyes as she regards you in sympathy.

There have been many times in the past where you may have believed that to be true. Like the time you accidentally dropped Melody in the deep end when you were children or the time you forgot to walk home with her from school, but this time...

Not once has Melody ever let you down. She's always been there when you needed her, showed up when you asked her to, stayed by your side when there was no one else but her to do so. And yet, the one time she asks the same of you, the one time she begs you to stay, you leave her behind, not even daring to look back.

After years upon years of promising her you'd never leave, that's exactly what you did.

Is that level of selfishness so easily forgiven?

That is the same question Melody asks herself from where she had been listening at the door, barely managing to choke down the tears that begin to grow as she turns away from the room and the sister she once thought she knew.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 months

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Fun fact! Leo x Echo is my favorite noncanon ship, they would've been much better than Caleo tbh -Danny Words: 2,148 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Cloud 9' -by Paravi

VI: I Can't Beat the Simping Allegations

"Who did you see in Nemesis, Ara?"

The question is so straightforward it catches her off guard. Leo is allowed to ask that kind of stuff, but at the same time, he should shut up and mind his business.

"Aunt Rosa was the one who kicked you out, right?" Ara asks back.

Leo makes a face. "Yeah..." he moves on to Hazel so Ara can't keep asking about Aunt Rosa. "What Nemesis said about your brother..."

"Nico," Hazel's voice cracks. "He found me in the Underworld. He brought me back to the mortal world and convinced the Romans at Camp Jupiter to accept me. I owe him for my second chance at life. If Nemesis is right, and Nico's in danger... I have to help him."

Ara wants to help Nico, even if they have a complicated history. She doesn't hate the boy like that. "He probably never mentioned me..."

"I think he did," Hazel replies. "Sometimes he'd talk about people he met throughout the years, he'd mention this girl a lot... Lily Saggio. He said she's Italian too."

"That's our best friend," Ara responds. "She understands your brother better than anyone else."

"You're Birdy, right? That's how he calls you," Hazel gives her a sympathetic smile. "He respects you."

"What? Really?" She frowns.

Is Ara the only one holding onto the past? Or was Nico keeping things hidden because he couldn't give the context to Hazel? The truth is, she avoided him for a whole year thinking it was the only way to keep a civil relationship, and now she doesn't really know him.

If they rescue him, maybe they should talk without getting defensive, maybe he'll surprise her in a good way.

"Ara, stop threatening to hit Nico with your book!"

"Then tell him to stay on his side!" I whine. "His stupid jacket is too big..."

I glare at Nico. We found him in this weird farm that's placed above a labyrinth's entrance, and for some reason, everyone thought it was a good idea to sit me next to this jerk.

We're trying to ignore each other, but at some point, he starts to squirm and insists he has important business to attend to with the owner of this dumpster, Geryon.

"He's good at making clothes? Is he going to cut your jacket in half so you stop looking like a dwarf?" I taunt him. "Can't even see your hands in that..."

"I'm not talking to you," he clenches his jaw.

"Lily's worried about you. You left without saying a word, and she's your friend."

"She thinks my father will kill her if I get hurt," he corrects me.

I frown. "So she deserves to fear for her life because of your tantrum?"

"My sister dying is not reason enough to be mad?" He turns to me with angry dark eyes.

"I didn't say that. I'm just telling you how Lily feels. It'd be nice if you went back to camp, but you can stay here and die for all I care."

"Ara!" Percy looks at me in shock from his cart. "Don't say that!"

I look away and sink into my seat, sulking.

Nico's voice is a little quieter this time. "You're still training?"

"Obviously," I glance at him with disdain. "You're still a shitty swordsman?"

His face turns red. "The labyrinth is above your skills, but if you die, you and Percy will get what you both deserve."

"Nico!" Annabeth gasps.

"You're a crybaby and an idiot who follows the ill advice of dead men!" I bark.

Everyone's looking at us from their carts unable to stop our argument. Nico and I continue to fight each other all the way to Geryon's place.

Ara sees some boulders ahead. "There, let's take a look..."

She reaches the top easily, Hazel climbs after her and Leo is the last one to go up, but he slips and both girls reach out simultaneously, leaving them in an awkward position with Leo's face only a few inches apart from theirs.

"Um, thanks."

He lets go of Hazel's hand first and uses Ara's to steady himself. That should give her some reassurance, but it only increases her torment, because she can feel the anxiety coming from him. They cannot stay there huddled together without risking one of them slipping again, so she slips forward.

"I'll check the other side."

"Wait, you don't know—"

"It's my job," she says, eyes darting away so she doesn't have to look at him.

Ara's so distracted by her feelings that she doesn't see the young girl beside her, even though the girl makes a huge effort to be noticed. It's only until Hazel and Leo start talking again that Ara realizes she's there.

"...Cursed boy she mentioned." Utters a voice beside her.

Ara draws Almighty out of instinct. When she points it in the direction of the voice, she finds a young girl, wide-eyed and petrified. "Who are you?" She points the sword at the girl's chest. "Step back!"

"Step back," the girl raises her hands in surrender and stumbles backward.

"Ara? What is it?" Hazel tries to focus her gaze. "Wait, is that a person?"

"A person," the girl shakes her head miserably.

"Are you the cursed kid Nemesis mentioned?" Leo's brow furrows. "But you're a girl."

"You're a girl."

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse me."

"You're Echo," Ara studies the girl. "You came back! So you can't be a nymph, right? Nymphs don't have souls—Was I wrong to believe you were—?"

"Ara, she can't answer you," Leo slips down the boulder to join them, and Hazel follows suit. "You can't, can you?"

"Can you," the girl shakes her head again.

"What are you doing here?" Ara continues with the interrogatory anyway. "Nemesis's cursed boy... Is it him?"

"Him," Echo's eyes glisten with longing.

"Oh." Ara turns to the others with newfound energy. "I know who's guarding the celestial bronze."

Nymphs are always fighting over a random dude.

"Alright, ladies, make room!" Ara uses charmspeak. "The faster we do our job, the faster you can go back to staring..." her voice quivers when she spots him. "At your man."

Leo sneaks his way through and whistles lowly. "Dang."

"He's gorgeous," Hazel breathes out.

"I am," the young man in front of them sighs dreamily. "I am so gorgeous."

"To die for," Ara hums in agreement, but she's looking at him like he's a mythical creature, which he kind of is. "Is he glowing?"

She realizes too late that's his soul light, therefore the others can't see what she's seeing, but they don't get confused with her ask anyway, because they're too distracted by the man's looks.

"It's the reflection of that thing," Leo scowls at the celestial bronze in the water.

Ara crouches next to the young man like she's dealing with an endangered species: Mister Universe, the last of his kind.

"How is your hair shiny yet not greasy?" She asks quietly, mostly to herself. "I'm sure you haven't bathed in centuries but you don't smell so bad—And don't get me started on your skin! That jawline—"

"Ara, you know who this guy is?" Hazel interrupts her.

"Narcissus," Ara's eyes are fixed on him. "He's what some of my siblings wish they were." She grins, and her expression only means trouble. "Watch this..."

The girl dips her finger in the water distorting the surface. Narcissus tries to push her away, but he misses and only grazes her shoulder, too desperate to find his reflection again. Ara laughs and reaches out again, but Hazel stops her.

"Wait—What's going on here? Why did Echo bring us here?"

"Echo was a nymph like us," one of the fangirls replies with contempt. "A long time ago, but she was a total chatterbox! Gossiping, blah, blah, blah, all the time."

"A nymph?" Ara frowns. "So was I wrong to assume—"

"Ara, focus," Hazel prevents her from derailing.

Ara dusts off her hands, gets up, and looks around trying to find a solution. She can tell this crowd won't make it easy, they want the cute guy to stay. Leo takes her place next to Narcissus while the nymphs keep arguing with each other.

"So, Narcissus. What's up?"

"Could you move?" The young man says without looking up. "You're ruining the view."

Leo turns to Ara as if asking Can you believe this guy? then leans forward to inspect the celestial bronze lying at the bottom of the pond. Ara can't help but compare the young men: Next to Narcissus, her boyfriend is a run-of-the-mill dude, Narcissus's features are masculine and chiseled, while Leo's are ordinary and childish.

However, to her, Leo's are familiar and more human. The sunshine bounces off the water's surface and hits his face in a way that reminds her of their soul light, his curls are a mix of copper red and golden that resemble the colors of a campfire. Even while standing beside Narcissus, Leo still holds all of Ara's attention.

It doesn't take away from the fact that he's not placing boundaries on Hazel, so realizing how deeply in love she is, is only frightening her even more.

"Right, great view," Leo looks back at Narcissus. "Happy to move, but if you're not using it, could I just take that sheet of bronze?"

"No. I love him. He's so gorgeous."

Leo looks back at Ara and her only reply is a shrug. This is the bronze they ought to take, and the sun is already setting.

"Man," the boy tries again, this time annoyed. "You do realize that you're looking at yourself in the water, right?"

"I am so great," he reaches down to touch his reflection, then decides against it. "No, I can't make ripples. That ruins the image. Wow... I am so great."

"Yeah," Leo says through gritted teeth. "But if I took the bronze, you could still see yourself in the water. Or here..." he pulls out a little mirror from his tool belt. "I'll trade you."

"Hernán Cortés would be so proud of you," Ara murmurs.

The boy looks up in outrage. "Ara, don't ever say that to me."

"Even you carry a picture of me?" Narcissus glances at the mirror before going back to the pond. "I don't blame you. I am gorgeous. Thank you." He grabs the small item and puts it aside. "But I already have a much better image. The color flatters me, don't you think?"

"I'm starting to suspect Narcissus isn't the brightest flower in the pond," Ara says sarcastically.

Echo sits beside the young man, hopelessly trying to make him look away for just a moment. Hazel pulls Leo and Ara for a private talk, and they gather away from the nymphs. Echo joins them sadly.

"Can't you just charmspeak him into giving us the piece?"

"Narcissus is too in love with himself to fall for my words. And the nymphs want him to stay, they won't listen to reason. But I got a sword and I know how to knock people unconscious?" Ara offers.

"Maybe that's our best bet. Nemesis was right," Hazel replies, almost as upset as Leo was a few minutes ago. "Some demigods can't change their nature. Narcissus is going to stay there until he dies again."

"No," Leo says with surprising determination.

"No," Echo repeats earnestly.

"We need that bronze," he presses. "If we take it away, it might give Narcissus a reason to snap out of it. Echo could have a chance to save him."

"A chance to save him," the nymph nods keenly.

"It could also make several dozen nymphs very angry with us," Hazel points out. "And Narcissus might still know how to shoot his bow."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Ara responds. "His arrows are brittle, and the string of his bow won't work properly, it's too old."

"How do you know that?" Hazel asks with surprise.

"Because I have eyes," she raises a brow. "And my friend Lily is an archer, I know how bows and arrows are supposed to look like when they're in good condition."

"Hazel," Leo continues, his eyes brightening. "Your power with precious metal—Can you just detect it, or can you actually summon it to you?"

"Sometimes I can summon it. I've never tried with a piece of Celestial bronze that big before," Hazel ponders. "I might be able to draw it to me through the earth, but I'd have to be fairly close. It would take a lot of concentration, and it wouldn't be fast."

"Be fast," Echo says excitedly.

Leo curses under his breath. He's got the broadest repertoire of bad words Ara has ever heard, and Michael tended to use pretty strong language on the daily.

"All right. We'll have to try something risky. Hazel, how about you try to summon the bronze from right here? Make it sink through the sand and tunnel over to you, then grab it and run for the ship."

"But Narcissus is looking at it all the time!"

"All the time," Echo pouts.

"That'll be my job," Leo makes a face. "Echo, Ara, and I will cause a distraction."

"Distraction?" Echo repeats.

"I'll explain," he assures her. "Are you willing?"

"Willing," the nymph nods.

"Doll?" He asks Ara making use of his cute puppy eyes.

It's not fair that he's got her wrapped around his finger like this. Usually, she's the one who makes others do stuff for her by pouting and being cute.

"Just tell us your plan," she sighs in defeat.

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napkinscrawls · 1 year

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.Weird/Silly shared habits. ."No one understands me like you do".

Aether & ghoul!oc | 656 words | allusions to chronic illness & dissociation | spoon based harassment (pos)

Inspired by this post.

Aether understands spoons (kinda), he shares this knowledge. AO3

Aether hands Nimo a small silver spoon. It's certainly a very nice spoon: fancy handle, swoopy lines, moulded casting, filigree. But why he has given them it & why he looked so accomplished after doing so has Nimo reeling. They begin to panic about some obscure ancient ghoul rituals they'd not been prepped on. Luckily, Aether answers for them.

"You looked like you had no spoons." His elbow nudges them as if the sentence made sense.

"...I didn't have any on me, no." Nimo agrees tentatively.

"Don't you worry! See, I learnt about this human need for spoons, it's like an effigy thing for them, right?" He doesn't wait for a response "Which is where I come in." He pulls his hand out of his back pocket to reveal a handful of more spoons, each unique & clearly taken from different places. He grins conspiratorially & waggles the fist full of cutlery.

Nimo blinks "That is very… thoughtful… of you." Still lost, but locked into a situation they have no bearings for they err on the safest path of no resistance. Aether claps a hand on their shoulder. "If you need more, just ask." Hearing a whistle down the hall Aether slaps Nimo on the back once more & trots off.

Standing there holding a spoon in an empty hallway Nimo decides this is a joke at their expense & buries it deep in a pocket to be disposed of once they finish Sister Imperator's endless errands.

Throughout the next month, as soon as Nimo felt the fog descending, Aether would pop out of the ether brandishing a new spoon. Everytime he'd pass it to them with a brisk nod & a by-your-leave. They began to assume teleportation is a Quintessence skill & stopped flinching at his arrival. The ghoul had gained a small army of utensils back in their room; consistently too tired to make the journey to the main kitchen where they assumed the majority of these are being lifted from. Reasoning it would be more efficient to wait for the hazing to end so they'd only need one trip.

By the 3 week mark they had resigned themself to being complicit in this spoon laundering scheme:

When Imperator had Nimo stood outside her office, their shoulders sagging in the heat. They shifted their feet in hopes of keeping from locking up & sure enough, turning the corner was Aether, flagging them down with a wave, a toothy smile & a vintage spoon.

When they leant against the garden wall & watched the clouds, on a rare 5 minute break that they spent pretending their head wasn't trying to float away. A shiny spoon pops into view & contrasts the luminous blue sky with a reflection of their mask, warped into a sad frown by the concave surface. Looking to the base of the outstretched arm was of course Aether, who then booped Nimo's nose with the offending spoon & grinned.

When they watched the gaggle of ghouls tear up the field during their scheduled 'enrichment time'. Their louds screams & yelps carrying on the breeze as they chased each other around. The ghouls simultaneously were trying to catch & escape the small red stuffed toy they were tossing around, the rules either draconian or nonexistent. Instead all Nimo heard was a phantom scoff at the damage being done to the property 'only for the fleeting joys of ghouls' echo in their mind. Nimo felt their tail curl around their leg but it wasn't apart of them. Conversely: spoon.

Only later when Custos Eulogy caught them putting the now excessive amount of spoons into the appropriate kitchenette drawer did she explain Aether's misunderstanding of the colloquial term. She didn't tell them to keep the spoons, only that they weren't from the ministry & would no doubt cause some sort of unknowable inventory meltdown if Nimo did try to sneak them in. Regardless Nimo felt compelled to hold on to them, feeling just a little bit more prepared with one in their pocket.

#the band ghost #mushy may #nameless ghoul oc

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ethereousdelirious · 1 month

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Can I request the full list of asks? or at least all the ones you feel like doing?

Sure!

Ask game here

🌟 - What illness symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger do you have the most fun portraying or reading?

Hmmm... I think delirium. Or maybe fainting. Or sudden agony. Anything that makes other characters in a scene go "Oh, fuck!"

👤 - Describe your current favorite character (including OCs)

I'm currently fixating on one of my OCs! I've reworked him a little bit so he has all of my favorite traits in a sickie: stoic, etiquette-conscious, and very shy about voicing his wants and needs. He's French of African descent, his neutral expression is veeeery pouty, and he wears his hair in locs. I'm still working on worldbuilding, so hobbies and ambitions will follow once I figure that out.

🖋 - What is your favorite media that you have made? (Illustrations, writing of any kind, WAVs, manips, etc).

OH DANG. I wasn't prepared for this question and I'm the idiot who wrote it 😝 I'm very fond of this appendicitis fic I wrote for one of my more obscure Pokémon blorbos! I don't remember what I titled it

💓 - What is your favorite thing about this community?

The diversity! I love how we have a few things in common and so much more not in common! For every person who loves stoic whumpees just as much as I do, there's another person who loves it when they whine and cry. And ofc everybody is so nice and respectful 🥰

🤩 - Is there any symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger that you haven’t portrayed or seen yet that you’d like to try?

Honestly just a BUNCH of whump tropes. Like. All the whump tropes actually. Also I'd eventually like to be brave enough to write REAL h0rny s3xy sneeze stuff for all my snzfvcker friends

📖 - Recommend some media that has a good i&i/whump/snz scene

The book I had in mind when I wrote this question was J.ohannes C.abal the N.ecromancer. It's not a lot or anything, but there is a scene where he catches a cold. It's more of a tease than anything, because it's almost immediately cured (due to pocket dimension fuckery), but sometimes a tease is almost as good as the real thing because it lets the imagination run wild *dreamy sigh*

🌡 - Giving your character a fever: yea or nay

YEA, I SAY! *banging my fancy dandy fashion cane on the table legs* YEA! YEA!

🐑 - What scenario are you currently thinking about before bed?

Beating the hell out of my aforementioned OC. He has a little bit of family trauma atm and I imagine he didn't even realize how upset he was feeling until he caught such a nasty fever that even his internal walls came down. And now he's mumbling half-coherently to his friends about how he misses his sister and collapsing every time he tries to sit up and they are so terribly worried about him 🥰

👃🏼 - What would you like to do with your blorbo’s nose? (Break it? Tickle it with a feather? Wipe it with tissues? The possibilities are endless!)

Alas, I'm currently in the mood to leave it alone. Maybe not quiiite break it? Just put a big cut and a bruise right on the bridge. Maybe from falling/fainting.

🖥 - What is the first website where you started engaging with i&i/whump/snz? (Or was it irl? A webring? Zines?)

I think it was either LiveJournal or else random fandom websites where people would post their old snz fic or host other people's snz fic.

🤧 - Do you prefer stoic characters or characters who complain?

My entire brand is breaking the stoic character! I want him bearing everything with dignity and a stiff upper lip until he shatters like glass

🆎️ - Have you ever made a scenario post that uses “A” and “B” as stand-ins for character names? Would you?

Just once, I think! They're not really my style, especially when they get extremely dialogue-heavy. But I do appreciate them!

#wow that was a lot #thank you anon!#ethereous answers

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emily-the-fae · 3 years

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Sound of a Heartbeat

Part 4. Negotiations, Exortions and Stories of the Past

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6

Surprisingly, this story continues to move further for me.

Back to the characters where we left them in the previous part - with some heated arguments and intimate talks.

Pairing: Dracula x OC

Warnings: none, apart from lung diseases, wounds and Adrian being a total sweetheart

Next morning Shari woke up to sounds of footsteps and hushed speech. Straight away she knew the upcoming conversation will have to be one hell of a diplomatic achievement – how do you explain your sudden desire to leave to a group of half vampire, speaker and a vampire hunter who were most probably fighting for your life during the last three days. Trevor would be completely furious. Better stand next to Sypha when presenting the decision, just in case he suddenly has the wish to use his whip. You never know how the Belmont reacts, though possibly Shari could still drag it through without making a big fuss – Lisa was definitely right about one thing: she has made a habit of negotiating her way with people, especially the ones that were apprehensive or disliked her. Truth to say, nine out of ten were either of the two.

- And don't forget, you are our healer, how are we...!?

- So far I wasn't so much required, you guys can carry on perfectly well without me.

- I'm still not sure if it is a good idea, Shari, if you want to get some rest by leaving... It may only be more dangerous for you, - Sypha argued.

- Don’t you even think of supporting her! She took a few years off our lifespans with this incident! We can’t just let you…

- No, wait, you don't get it, I...

- Shari!

- Stop bossing me around, Trevor, I am not a child! I have not finished.

- Trevor, please calm down, she is neither under your command, nor your sibling. If she wants to leave, it is her choice, - Adrian stepped in, clearly annoyed with the three.

- See? I can perfectly… - Shari tried to pick up.

- Shari, - Adrian interrupted. – Can I speak with you privately?

The healer was genuinely startled for a moment. She turned to look Adrian in the eyes – probably for the first time since the incident – trying to estimate his emotions and plan her defense strategy. She was never scared of him – or at least she never showed that he scared her sometimes, because surely being sane and realistic she could not ignore the obvious danger presented by those sharp fangs and golden eyes. Still Shari was used to considering him a friend, his malevolent side almost unable to turn against her.

Now she was startled and – honestly – slightly scared. For a moment she thought she saw it in his eyes that he looked right through her: that he perhaps watched her and Lisa or sensed her thoughts or some other vampire telepathy kind of thing. That maybe he thought she was a traitor.

Then he smiled warmly and nodded his head to the side, gesturing for her to follow him away from Trevor and Sypha – and Shari straight away knew whatever it was, he was ready to be on her side.

- Are you sure you need this resting? I mean clearly you do, you are paler than father when he wakes up, but still… Sari, I know you are stronger than you look, but a witch traveling alone during such a time doesn’t seem the brightest idea to me, - Adrian spoke quickly and quietly, for others not to hear their discussion. Shari felt ashamed for how it continued to surprise her that he sounded genuinely concerned.

- Adrian, I’ll be fine. I swear. I just… I don’t feel well…for, let’s say, various reasons, not only the attack. It just suddenly occurred to me that since your father seems to be watching and purposefully slowing you down, it may be a good decision for me to…

- To not stick around and lower the risk of encountering him or strong specifically directed demons? – she nodded in response. – Well, I can get that… And Shari, - he suddenly took her hand, his tone turning uncharacteristically warm. – I’m sorry.

- You don’t have to. We already spoke about…

- Not about that. About your disease. I’m so sorry. If only I knew how to help you – I could have known the way, you know, I once had the access to knowledge that could have… I’m so sorry for you.

They stood in silence for a few moments. Shari found herself unable to look into his eyes, staring at the ground.

- For how long have you known? – she rasped, barely recognizing her own quiet voice.

- Almost as soon as we met… Shari, I…

- Don’t. It’s alright, Adrian, I just didn’t realize you knew and this struck me a little…

- Do you know where you will be heading? – if she ever was grateful to him for anything – though she was grateful for plenty of things to be fair – it was his ability to catch onto the atmosphere and change the topic when it is very much needed.

- I… yeah sure, of course I do, I have a rough plan of what to do. Thanks, - she coughed dryly a few times, still refusing to lookup and meet his gaze.

- Shari?

- Yes.

- Promise me you will be fine. Not to be dramatic, but I… have gotten used to you quite a lot.

Shari chuckled.

- Will do my best, - she finally looked up at him and saw the half-vampire smile broadly. – I’ve gotten pretty used to you too, you overgrown puppy, - they stood in silence for some time.

- Almost forgot, one last thing before we face the storm of unacceptance named Trevor, - he blurted out, when she moved tostep away and turn back to the campsite.

- Yes?

Adrian did not say a word – he simply opened his arms and Shari fell into the embrace without even thinking. She felt utterly childish for being this familiar with him. She also felt it was nice to have someone to turn to when feeling torn and exhausted without having to explain the whirlwind of emotion in your head.

Shari shouldn’t have been surprised that it was Adrian who let her go with such ease. He knew he could trust her decisions, he always did. She was somewhat flattered by the way he treated her as an advisor and assistant even though she was no way as knowledgeable as him; the half-vampire always showed that he believed she had an own analyzed perspective of things, that she wouldn’t be reckless. This time though his trust in her rationality might have failed him. Any way it was, he openly supported her decision and expressed the hope that she would be able to catch up with them in some time.

Shari knew Trevor thought Dracula hypnotized her into surrender and laughed at it to herself. If only he had a clue that it was the human Dracula's wife who controlled her.

In the end of that emotionally exhausting morning they finally parted ways: the trio went in the direction of the closest town, hesitant to leave their friend, but unwillingly agreeing it should be done for greater good; Shari stayed at the campsite with Rodo for a bit longer, motivating it with the need of rest. Adrian threw a concerned glance in her direction, but said nothing. The vampire felt there was something wrong, but decided to let it slide, since he had already supported her decision; if she said she needed rest, then so be it.

In fact, although Shari did tell him she had a rough plan of further action, in reality she had little to no ideas in which direction to move and absolutely no wish of discussing it with thin air in front of her disbelieving friends: they would definitely not see Lisa and they would definitely think she was hallucinating after the attack. To be fair, she could never herself be sure if that wasn't exactly the case. Maybe she was talking to an imaginary friend. However, since she had already decided to believe in the ghost's existence, she had to play along that assumption.

Lisa didn’t leave her waiting and appeared as soon as they were left alone, Shari sitting by the campfire a little lost and a little tired; a victorious smile played on the ghost's lips, as she sat by the fire next to the girl. Rodo made no sign of noticing their guest, only slightly shaking his furry head and letting out a jawn.

- What? - asked Shari, annoyed by the constant attention of the ghost. She took the cattle off the fire and set it aside to cool down a bit. She needed something warm to drink if she wanted to keep her blood and lungs inside her body.

- We have to move out, - Lisa smiled, now more gently, watching the human's movements.

- It would be nice if I knew where we went, - replied Shari, slowly looking around, taking in the little amount of her personal belongings lying about - there wouldn't be much packing when she would have finally decided to pick herself off the ground.

- I'll guide you.

- What if you disappear?

- I won't.

- What if I don't want to go? What if you only tell me that you are leading me to the castle, while in reality you will lead me to Dracula? That is actually most probably what is going to happen, - Shari finally expressed her greatest worry and doubt. She could not just trust Lisa, she wanted to, but couldn't bring herself to do so. The woman was most probably still here because of them - Dracula and Adrian - so her greatest concern would be to stop their fight in any way possible in order to finally peacefully leave them, not care about some girl getting hurt in the process.

- I believe you will just have to trust me. I have told you already, I only want to stop this war with as little blood as possible, especially when it comes to Adrian’s or Vlad-I meant Dracula’s blood. You will be of very little help to me if I simply spend time leading you to your death. Besides, I shall remind you, that your illness is not exactly leading you to a happy life, so you decided trusting me on that one, - Lisa winked at her and stood up; Shari clenched her teeth: well, that was a very good point, but definitely a blow-below-the-waist strategy. - We should move out, the sooner we start - the quicker we'll be there.

- You know, you're like an older sister that I never wished to have, - Shari huffed in annoyance, but finished her tea quickly and proceeded to pack. The fact that she was annoyed didn't cancel the fact that Lisa was right. She had to move out.

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The day trip was completely uneventful. The few villages they had passed didn't show any signs of having been attacked, but Lisa still made Shari keep away from them - maybe it was for the best, people were very unsafe these days, the fear made them aggressive to any newcomers. Especially to ones possessing magical powers and followed by black wolf-demons. Going alone to such a village could be suicidal.

It was only at the age of ten, that Shari found out she had it in her. That one trait that made people wish your head on a pike no matter how you behave. Animals weren't just "friendly" with her, no-no, friendly is one understandable thing, especially with a little child. However, "friendly" is definitely not the most accurate description of the behaviour of the large black wolf that almost attacked her one day on the edge of the woods, stopping in mid-jump as the girl turned to face it - next picture: the wolf rolling on the ground before her like and ordinary dog demanding bellyrubs. The animals would not simply like her, they would obey her as if she spoke to them directly. She had no idea where the power came from and so preferred to think she was born into her witchcraft. Her mother insisted upon it too, saying that poor old gramma was the same odd thing in her youth. At least that was what Shari remembered her saying when they did discuss her little problem. That was until she turned sixteen – until she suddenly was separate from her family and out on her own. Until the first time the people wanted to get her burned. First of many more to come.She had learned to control herself and make use of herself, never expressing anything people would see as dark wizardry, nothing even seemingly malevolent, working for the local healer, helping out as much as she could and learning some things here or there by herself about herbs and illnesses - not a study, barely a child's curiosity.

Then it was a year of particularly poor crops after an awfully dry summer, Shari sensed it was coming before she ever knew why it was so - the villagers had no other way of dealing with such misfortunes. They placed all the blame on the odd girl who learned to cure wounds and diseases and spoke to the wild animals as she pleased. Burning witches was a very common sacrifice, after all.

The night before the burning was the night she ran. She knew they would come for her, so she escaped before they could get her, left her home to set to travel into unknown. And never truly stopped running ever since.

Lisa pitied her for that, even though Shari tried to brush it off as nothing. She was a witch after all and turned to be quite a good thief, quite some reason for the other humans to hate her already, even though she couldn't say theft pleased her herself - she was surviving the way she could: moving about and healing didn't ever buy her enough bread or material. The longest she ever stayed in a town was three months - then the cycle had to start over.

Lisa understood her reasoning for that quite well. At first she wanted to argue that staying longer might have bought Shari some trust, but held her tongue - she wasn't one to give that sort of advice, not now, not after everything that happened to her exactly for staying a little too long.

When they finally stopped for the night, Shari was almost falling - her legs unwilling to carry her anymore - and bending over in loud wet coughs, feeling the taste of her own blood in her mouth and suffocating in attempts to hold back from even more coughing. The freezing weather and bloodloss, even compensated with Sypha's magic, were not going to make this journey easier for her. Shari felt the feather light caress of the ghost's hand on her back and breathed in deeply, trying to calm her heartrate.

There was pain in her ribs now too - she was scratched quite badly a few days ago by one of the attacking demons. They were fighting off several of the things and one jumped her from behind: neither she nor Rodo had noticed it before. Shari succeeded in turning to face it, making the demon bounce off her and back away as soon as she made eye contact - these things were usually not much harder to control than wolves, especially with Rodo at her side. Unfortunately, before she managed to kick it off completely, the demon had left an unpleasant scratch across her ribcage, making her fall to the ground and lose the mental contact - the beast jumped back on her in a matter of seconds and for a moment Shari thought that would be her end. Only by luck Adrian was swift enough to protect her, fighting the thing away and aiding her to recover later - the sharp claws left three deep gashes on her skin and the girl had to spend a long time tending to herself after the fight, hoping the wound would not get infected with whatever those things could carry on their paws.

The wound had been nicely bandaged before, all was going well, but apparently Dracula's attack had erased that bit of responsibility from her memory and now Shari suddenly faced yet another problem: rebandaging was not only desirable, but very much a necessity by the time she dropped to the ground, settling for the night. The soaked and dried blood on the old bands now scratched and tore at the healing wound, causing her pain.

- ‘T is okay, - she told the ghost, quickly going to sit down on the ground. Removing the band did not take much time as well as putting on a new one-not when she was used to doing it anyways, but removing a part of her clothes let the cold bite her even more in the process, so when she was finished, she was freezing to the bone, so she wrapped herself in whatever warm cloths she had left and pressed closer to Rodo, to keep at least some body heat to herself. They decided to make no fires, as Shari was now mostly defenseless and the girl already felt how much she would regret parting ways with her friends. Lisa's care and Rodo's warm side couldn't do much to keep away the cold and her lungs were almost screaming in protest. She looked at Lisa's pitiful apologetic face and whispered: - I'm already used to it, - no you aren't, this is getting worse by second and you desperately need a fire.

- You have to fall asleep quickly. Tomorrow we'll start off at dusk, - Shari lay between Rodo's back and a large tree trunk; Lisa sat next to her head, looking down at the tired healer.

- I wish it was just as easy for me to move as it is for you, - Shari whispered sleepily.

- Trust me, you don't, - both laughed.

- How much is there left? Of the way?

- If you're lucky - and persistent, we may be there by tomorrow night, - Lisa answered reassuringly.

- Really? That's so fast... Too fast, to be fair. I thought the castle was hard to catch, - she stared back at Lisa.

- Parts of it yes, it moves as a whole. But there are stable parts - that one particular entrance was the one I used when I first found him. It was very hard to track - not many know about it, it's kind of in magically protected grounds or something - nobody has the incentive to go there, - the ghost explained.

- But you had, - Shari smirked.

- Of course I had.

- I wonder how he hadn’t killed you straight away.

- Oh, but he wanted to. He tried to frighten me – told me he would drink my blood, all that classical stuff.

- So what did you do?

- Told him his manners needed repolishing.

Pause. Shari chuckled. Then snorted. Then laughed out loud.

- And he did not murder you for such an offense?

- I believe he wanted to for a moment, but was too startled to act… And then it sort of…happened. I believe it was a big “why not” for both of us, until we suddenly saw something deeper to it, - Lisa smiled to herself, seemingly diving through memories.

- Sounds a little like me meeting Adrian for the first time – God knows I saw those large fangs and yellow eyes straight away, I knew very well what he was, just couldn’t…

- Can’t beware the dark, when it’s choice between stepping in or watching someone suffer?

- Something of the kind. My self-preservation goes way below. I called him in when I saw him bleeding out by the edge of the town – half expected him to drain me as soon as I bandaged him and when he… well, as you can see, didn’t… We just talked. He stayed over for a week gaining strength, not attempting to eat me – I guess that was the first out of the only two occasions when someone I have helped did not try to accuse me of devilish business in one way or another and just accepted the help. Of course he had to be not human.

- The second time that happened was with Rodo, wasn’t it? Humans don’t tend to be overly grateful.

Both chuckled.

- Adrian seems quite attached to you, - Lisa turned to Shari. – Thanks for that. For accepting him. I was always worried that he will have a hard time fitting in…pretty much anywhere, being what he is. So thank you.

- No need to. He is nice, your son. Feels like having a friend for once.

Pause. Shari shrugged and sighed.

- Tomorrow, you said, right? Though I can't say that I'm exactly lucky, so your prediction about the time is probably too optimistic, we are bound to have some struggle tomorrow,- she huffed, turning to her side and snuggling to Rodo's furry back.

- The castle shouldn't be so far away, it is quite close to Tragoviste, shouldn't have taken us long, - Lisa explained. - And you are lucky, sunshine - remember? You survived Dracula's bite. That mark on your neck is your lucky ticket now, - Lisa winked and lay back against the tree trunk. Shari wanted to think of a witty reply, but was interrupted by another violent fit of cough and decided to let it go. The healer cuddled into Rodo’s warm side and fell into uneasy sleep, hoping that the morning would bring at least some relief.

#castlevania #dracula x oc #dracula x reader #adrian tepes #alucard #sypha belnades #trevor belmont #adrian is such a sweetheart #lisa tepes

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walkingdeadfan25 · 6 years

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Our Shot (Back to You)

Fandom: Hamilton

Pairings: Alexander/Oc- Lin-Manuel Miranda

Rating: Mature

**Disclaimer: This was inspired by a fanfic named 'A Winter's Ball' by @1781styles . Go check out the story it's amazing and tugs the heart strings! There are similarities inspired by it and all originality goes to them. I do not own Hamilton. Just my OC. Enjoy! Also sorry for any inaccuracy in timeline.***

Rosanna Elle Schuyler was the second eldest sister at 17. With her long light brown tresses and blue eyes, she was certainly a beautiful woman. She lived in an exciting time in an newfound country. It was a social night as she took in the joyous people around her.

The party around her was in full swing as she watched her older sister Angelica enjoying the moonlight while her younger sisters Eliza and Peggy were getting refreshments. As her eyes danced across the room, Rose spotted a handsome young man who would forever change her lives.

Alexander Hamilton.

As she took in his soulful and passionate eyes and hair pulled back into a small ponytail at his nape her heart flew and she was filled with a feeling of completion. Intrigued by this new comer, she discretely tried to catch his attention. After several failed attempts, she decided to point him out to Angelica but she had noticed him and just knew he'd be cute for her beloved sister Rosanna. "I found this handsome man who I must meet." "I think I finally found you a man." They spoke at the same time. "Which one is he?", Angelica asked.

"This one is mine.", Rosanna smiled shyly as she pointed out Hamilton who was talking with other men. Angelic could see the slight dreamy look in her face. Seeing her beloved sister finally showing interest in the opposite sex spurred her into action and Rosanna looked on in slight panic as Angelica approached him. She watched them interact and became a bit jealous with how easily she interacted with Alexander and how he seemed to enjoy her company. Suddenly, he looked over and caught her eyes and the world slowed down until it felt like they were the only two people in the room as they got helplessly lost in one another's gaze.

Angelica walked him over and introduced them to one another. "Rosanna Schuyler, pleased to meet you."

"Schuyler?", he asked.

Angelica beamed as the two took each other in and just knew they were the one for each other. "My sister."

"Thank you truly for your service in this upcoming revolution. It's about time." "Thank you Miss Schuyler. And if it takes fighting a war for us to meet then it was worth it." As the two converse, Anglica left them to go gossip to their other sisters. "Would you like to dance?", Alexander asked as he offered Rosanna his hand. She placed her hand in his and she knew she would never forget the way his work roughened skin felt against hers. As they danced the rest of the night and Alex introduced her to his other friends, their lives began to intertwine as The Fates threaded them together.

Weeks passed as the two grew close until the day that would test their budding relationship.

"You and Angelica will be going to London to get a proper education. I am not negotiating this matter further, young lady.", Rosanna's father said as she left his office dejected and heartbroken. She ran to her older sister in tears. "Angelica. He won't change his mind. I- I can't leave, especially to London of all places. What if Alexander realizes that he could do so much better?"

Angelica embraced her sister and whispered encouraging words. "He loves you and as more than a friend. I've seen the way he is around you. He looks at you like you are the sun to his moon. He will not let some time apart deter his feelings. And he can never do better Rosanna. Go to him."

Rosanna went to her and Alexander's meet up spot in the park. Her heart was beating erractically as she noticed his approaching figure. As he neared, he could see she had been crying and began to worry. "Rose, why have you been crying, is everything ok?" , he asked as he grasped her hands and kissed them enjoying how soft they felt against his lips and wished to press them to hers but did not want to move too fast and scare her.

Rosanna looked up to him and as her blue gaze met his fiery brown gaze her eyes watered. "I will be leaving for London in a day's time. My father is sending Angelica and I for a better education. I'll be gone for three years. But I don't want to go. I want to stay here with my family a-and with you, Alex."

Alexander's heart tightened as hope fluttered in his chest and it set a flight as he realized Rosanna was expressing her feelings in her own way. "Fret not my Rose. Our time apart will not change a thing. I will be leaving as well for war but I will write you every week. Our time apart will go by so fast." To seal his promise, Alexander lifted her left hand to his face. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand before pressing it to his cheek. Rosanna cupped his face as he pressed a searing and intimate kiss to the inside of her wrist and they smiled.

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My dearest Rose,

As each day goes by your face never leaves my mind. I long for the day we see each other again. As long as I live my heart shall always be yours.

As the time passed his letters grew in passion until they suddenly stopped and so close to when the two Schuyler sisters were to return home. Rosanna did not think too much of it but still read each letter he sent her, she kept them all in a wooden box Alex had gifted to her before she left. She didn't even notice how Angelica had began to distance herself from her. And that was step one in Rosanna's downfall. She was too caught up in love she didn't stop to take in the world surrounding her. Love is a good thing children but you have to mix in reality before it is your undoing.

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"Home. It is good to be back. I can't wait to see mother, father, Peggy, Eliza and Alexander." "Yes, great to be home.", Angelica said as a knot formed in her stomach. She did not know how to tell her beloved sister the dreadful news. As they entered their childhood home everyone rejoiced as the two eldest Schuyler sisters returned. Alexander took in Rosanna. She had gotten even more beautiful, if that was even possible in Alex's mind. Her hair had grown to mid-back and fell around her in unruly curls. Her face had softened and matured as she was now a woman of twenty.

Rosanna pulled away from her mother's embrace and turned to Alexander. He gave her a smile that she noticed didn't quite meet his eyes. She was a bit worried as he did not seem as excited about their reunion as she. He gave her a quick hug and she relished the feel of being in his arms as his musky scent of fresh parchment and something woodsy that was him, filtered through her senses.

They parted much too quick for Rosanna's taste and everyone headed to the dining room for dinner. Once dinner was in full swing, Rosanna couldn't help but to notice the ring on Eliza's ring finger. "Elizabeth Schuyler I believe there is something you have not told me dear sister. Who is the lucky man?" She was happy her sister found happiness like she did with Alexander. She wanted all her sisters to be happy. "Well come on don't be shy Eliza.", she encouraged lightly.

It was silent for several heartbeats as no one wanted to speak. "Alexander."

Rosanna's brain worked to process her answer. Confusion and slight panic filled her expression as she asked, "Alexander who?" "Hamilton." Rosanna felt her heart quiver painfully and tighten in her chest as hurt, anger and betrayal filled her expression. "W-what? W-why?" "Rose-", Alexander began.

"Don't. Y-you are a Bastard! You are a good for nothing bastard and coward! What, did all of you know?" Alexander felt his heart burn in pain and shame as he watched his first love break. Her eyes began to water but the tears refused to fall, magnifying the brilliant blue of her eyes. Everyone's silence gave Rosanna her answer. "Y-you all knew and no one told me? I-I trusted you all. And no one told me. I expected nothing less from papa or Eliza but you Angelica?" Her voice cracked at the end and her bottom lip trembled. Her face fell apart as did her heart. "I hate you all. Especially you two." She ran from the room as her sobs broke free and slammed her door shut.

Alexander followed after her and reached her door as she slammed it shut. He heard her collapse to her floor as her sobs wracked through her small trembling body. Tears filled Alexander's eyes as he heard her fall apart because of him. He rested his hand on her door as he quietly slid to the floor.

That night a family was broken apart for the first time and the threads holding Alexander and Rosanna together slowly fell apart and Rosanna's began to darken and fade.

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As the days passed, Rosanna locked herself away. Her delicate heart was broken beyond repair. In just a few shorts hours she had lost her true love and her family and it was all done by them. Rosanna began to blame herself for not seeing the changes around her. She began to second guess herself and convinced herself the reason he chose Eliza was because she was better in everything than her. It was her worst fear come to life; Alexander realized she wasn't good enough and found better.

Her family tried to talk to her, to get her from her room but Rosanna just sat in her little reading nook at her window staring blankly out of the window. She refused to leave her room not even when her body screamed at her its needs. Everyone feared for her as days passed and no one heard from her. She grew ill as her skin lost its color, her hair fell flat and lifeless and her eyes dulled to a dull lifeless grey.

Her mother called on the doctor once their cries for her to open went unanswered. The doctor came and her door forced open. What they found was heart-wrenchingly sad. The once lively and vibrant Rosanna was reduced to a lifeless empty shell of her former beautiful soul. Eliza left the room in tears as she witnessed what she had helped bring her sister to do to herself.

Rosanna was so far gone and retreated inside her mind that the doctor and Angelica were met with no resistance as they moved her to her bed. Her skin was ice cold and frail as was the rest of her. As the doctor checked her vitals, her mother, father, three sisters and Alexander gathered in the family room to await his assessment. The doctor came down his face grim. "There's nothing I can do. She's lost her will and you can't make the unwilling, willing. I am sorry. Her state has deteriorated quickly and I give her just a couple days. I'd try to make her as comfortable in her last few moments as you can. My condolences."

Alexander never left her side and was with her as she took her last breaths and watched his love leave the world.

As the family went through her things, Alexander came across the cherrywood box with a rose carved into it he gave her, under her bed. He opened it and found every letter he had written her inside some with tear drop stains smearing the ink. Some tears of his own dripped down to mix with Rosanna's as he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his mother's last earthly possession. It was a simple ring with small roses carved into it, roses was his mother's and Rosanna's favorite.

"My mother wanted me to give this to the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with and a piece of my heart will always belong to you my dear Rose.", Alexander whispered as he kissed it and placed it inside the box. He hid the box away and when he met his death, it mysteriously disappeared, but really The Fates had taken possession of it for Alexander and Rosanna's story had yet to complete itself as their faded threads were still connected. They've always said Fate works in mysterious ways.

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It was a normal day as Evelyn Rosa Carter made her way over to her friend Phillipa's. Evelyn had just returned home from an out-of-state college where she got a degree in theatre and was looking to get started in the business. Phillipa was an actress who worked in the theatre arts and was currently working on her part in the upcoming production 'Hamilton.' Phillipa always gushed to her fellow cast mates about Evelyn and convinced Lin to give her a job helping out around the theatre.

Not that it was difficult to ask, since Lin was a friendly guy and was interested in meeting The Evelyn. As the two friends met up they headed to the theatre to begin Evelyn's first day. Everyone was happy to meet her and became fast friends. The minute Evelyn and Lin met though they both felt an instant connection with each other; it felt like they were coming home, as if a part of them they had been missing was finally being returned and they were whole.

Of course they were too shy to push past the comfort of friendship. When they made skin to skin contact by accident they would quickly move away and blush as the connection became strong. It was as if some unseen force was pushing them together.

One day Phillipa and Daveed wanted to get Evelyn out of her shell and convinced her to sing some of the songs with them so she decided to let her hair down and be free.

How does a bastard, orphan son of whore and a scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence and impoverished, in squalor grow up to be a hero and scholar?

Every one was shocked as Evelyn's voice rang out clear and beautiful as she harmonized well with Lin's through the recording they played for her at the end of a night of rehearsal after Lin had to rush off for a meeting of sorts. "Guys we need to get her to sing with Lin! She could be Phillipa's understudy! Not to mention her voice sounds amazing with Lin's, no offense Phillipa.", Daveed said as he came up with a plan. Phillipa took no offense and said she was in as long as they could try and set the two up.

" I think I speak for everyone when I say those two definitely have feelings for each other and they would be so darn cute together." Everyone agreed and a date was set.

"Ok this is the last one we promise. You just do such funny expressions when you sing this that I needed everyone else to see it.", Phillipa said as she convinced Evelyn to sing 'You'll Be Back' in front of everyone. It was no secret Evelyn adored the music and had praised Lin on his work, telling him how catchy the music was. He would get this cute little grin on his face when he would hear her gush about the songs. She was so glad to be a apart of the production and helped anyway she could. She also never went a day without complimenting everyone on their performance that day, making sure to let everyone know they were doing great, to keep spirits high and let them know their hard work was paying off.

Eveeyone had taken a seat and looked to the stage as Evelyn began.

"You say the price of my love's not a price that you're willing pay." As she sang she acted it out, throwing a fake cup of tea as she sang the lines, 'you cry in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by', getting laughs. Her voice paired with her silly actions while singing entertained everyone especially Lin who they told of Evelyn's singing skills and told him she was too shy in front of him when he asked why he'd never seen or heard her.

They had him stand in the back and watch her to surprise her. He enjoyed her little act, impressed in her acting and singing skills. Phillipa stood beside Lin and whispered to him, "This is my favorite part when she sings this song. It sounds so beautiful."

"You say our love is draining and you can't go on." As she hit the notes beautifully Phillipa and everyone watched Lin's expression, he was sold, hook, line and sinker. "You should sing a song with her!" Before he could refuse Phillipa insisted. "Yes! Ooh you both can sing 'Helpless'. We've all wanted to hear you guys harmonize, it sounded nice with the recording but the real thing would be something special. Plus, weren't you going to have her audition for my understudy? Well here is your chance!"

Once Evelyn finished, everyone clapped and Lin walked onto the stage. "That was amazing Evelyn! I never knew you could sing like that. I've been meaning to ask you to do this but Phillipa and everyone has made the opportunity tonight so how would you like to audition for Eliza's understudy?" Evelyn bkushed as Lin complimented her singing and then told her he wanted her to audition for an understudy part.

Before Evelyn could respond, everyone began chanting 'Do it'. Lin's kind soulful eyes burned into her blues as he offered her his hand. "You have no need to be embarrassed or shy. Judge free zone remember?", Evelyn laughed as Lin perfectly read her. She excepted his hand and everyone hooted and hollered. Evelyn smiled as Lin lead her to her start point and moved away to his. When Evelyn heard Helpless,' begin to play she breathed in deep and got into character.

She made sure her voice rang out clear. As she acted out meeting 'Alexander' for the first time it's like she's transported through time as she began seeing the scene as if it were happening in real time. What she didn't know was that she was getting her memories back. The cast watched as the two created undeniable chemistry on stage and were enthralled. What they didn't know was that the two were the reincarnations of Alexander Hamilton and Rosanna Schuyler being brought back together. Historians never talked about Rosanna due to no one knowing about how her death occurred so she was left out and Eliza got part of her story.

As the two begin to make the song a more intimate setting line two people finally finding each other, everyone left to give them their moment. As the song came to an end, Evelyn and Lin came closer together till their faces were inches apart. Their memories faded around them. Lin looked at Evelyn with a love so dazziling it was almost tangible. He clapsed her face in his hands. "My dear Rose. It is you."

She put her hands over his as tears began to fill her eyes, "My Alexander. I've missed you so much." Lin placed his forehead to hers. "I am so sorry my love. I never meant to hurt you. I can't explain myself nor do I expect you to forgive me."

"Oh Alexander. I had time to forgive you. I believe we have been given a second chance and I want nothing more than to spend this life with you. You may be Lin and I Evelyn in this life but we will always be Alexander Hamilton and Rosanna Schuyler."

"I want this with you as well my Rose."

He leaned down and connected their lips in a loving kiss. After over two centuries, Alexander and Rosanna finally got their chance at their true love and it was the most beautiful thing. Lin deepened the kiss as he buried his hand in her soft hair. Evelyn moved hers to his hair as well and they pressed close together. Needing air, they pulled away but kept their foreheads pressed together. As they looked into each other's eyes a golden light shimmered around them and as soon as it appeared it was gone and at their feet was a cherrywood box with a rose carved on it at their feet.

"That's where it went. The Fates sure work in mysterious ways.", Lin said as he bent down and picked up the box. He opened the box and Evelyn gasped. "I found it under your bed when you....I kept it because a part me has always loved you and I don't know why I asked for your father's blessing for Eliza's hand. I put this in there for you. I was going to give it to you before you left for London so long ago but I couldn't get enough courage to." Lin pulled out the ring. Evelyn's heart began to beat fast. "Lin-"

"It was mother's when I was Alexander. She wanted me to give it to the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with and I couldn't give it to Eliza, it never felt right so I put it in here for you. It was always yours." Evelyn let her tears fall down her cheeks as happiness filled her being. Lin slid it on her finger and he promised that this time around he would be everything to her if she would be his.

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