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[beefnullington]

Mirror, Mirror in the Walls

I don’t remember how long I’ve been stuck here in this prison of brown walls and brown flooring, in this wooden box that reeked of rot. A cr

i had to copy and paste from my pdf into a google doc and fiddle with the formatting. there may be some lingering issues with that. there are some pieces that have italics on the original pdf that don't here because i got lazy haha

[heart-motif-moved]

maybe i can F/O a little Haida... as a treat.. (blaming @noellojello for bullying me about him in my DMs /j)

More about them! On mobile so I can't put a read more sadly :((

(reblogs appreciated, i wrote this whole post like 4 times because it kept bugging 💔💔)

(tag list: @selfshipsheep @nanonami-loves @micktoonz @cozyships @nougatships :33c no pressure 2 read this!! ik its Long smh 😔)

🍄 This is my Aggretsuko S/I, a little fox who goes by August online (their real name is, of course, Sam). Their real name isn't impossible to find, but only an extremely dedicated fan could dig it up - only their first name is findable, too. 🍄

🍁 Fan of what, you ask? August is an artist! They do paintings and a few other forms of art, but they're most well known for street art. There are no pictures of them anywhere, aside from their art (mostly featured in magazines or other media), and many wonder what they look like. 🍁

✨ The most common theory is a chameleon, with most other theories also falling under creatures with natural camouflage. Due to their signature, there has been speculation of them being a fox - however, this theory isn't often believed. ✨

🧣 Speaking of signature! All of August's work is marked with a distinct foxglove plant! Some have tried to copy it, but they've always been debunked - August uses a particular blend to paint said plant.🧣

🍄 Their home life isn't nearly as exciting - they have a small job with a small social media presence, and they live in an equally small apartment in an equally small city. 🍄

🍁 After a particularly bad slump in their art as well as their life, they end up moving to Japan! They get another apartment (not a particular upgrade from their last), in a bigger city, and end up getting a job as an assistant-slash-secretary. It's a nice change, but they still don't feel particularly inspired. 🍁

✨ Then they meet Haida! It's a crush at first sight, for the both of them (though, of course, they are oblivious to eachother's feelings). August's art (though not her street art) starts to show up online more often once again, with a new fondness for love related things. ✨

🧣Unbeknownst to Sam, Haida is a huge fan of August's work!! There's not really any street art where he lives, and he finds them and their work very, very cool. He knows August's supposed real name, and of the fox theory, but doesn't really connect it to Sam - he doesn't believe that theory anyways. 🧣

🍄 The truth only comes out months later, when Sam is feeling under the weather and Haida visits their apartment to check up on them. They're mostly fine, although loopy, and end up accidentally spilling their lesser known identity - afterwards trusting Haida with proof of themself. 🍄

✨ After a... long conversation, Sam jokes that "Maybe you should tell me a secret now, for fairness," and the already-flustered Haida completely misses her joking tone and ends up admitting his feelings. ✨

[my--little-lion]

@phocion wanted angst where Alexander dies and John sees him and I hope I delivered well.

Yorktown, Virginia, 1781

Alexanders chest pressed against my back as I fell forward into the trodden dirt.

“Careful mon Cheri, it’d be such a waste for you to be hurt,” he smiled, his red hair falling in his face.

His smile enthralled me, making me almost forget where we were until a cannonball hit the dirt behind us.

“Right back at you.” I smiled, kissing his cheek as we stood. “I gotta get this to General Knox. stay safe my lion.” I grinned, his hands slipping from mine. He grabbed them again, pulling me into the dirt again to kiss me.

“Be careful.” He murmured, kissing me again, his lips moulding against mine perfectly, like puzzle pieces, made to be together.

“I will if you are.”

“Of course.”

That’s the last thing he said to me.

As I ran back to the general's tent, giving another letter before hopefully returning back to battle, I heard it, a man called “Duck!” as bullets hailed us down.

I saw Alexander, I saw fear flash over his features, I saw the pain overtake him I saw the blood, so much blood, redder than his hair, redder than the brightest rose or any fire. So red.

The letter was lost, trampled underfoot I don’t care I ran to him. Dirt coated my already stained white breeches as I skidded in the dirt to be beside him.

“Alex!”

Men ran past, continuing the fighting, but the world slowed to a halt.

“Alex, Alex please.” I sobbed holding him against me.

“Hi,” he whispered, trying to force a smile.

“Fuck Alex you’re bleeding so fucking much holy shit fuck, Alex.” I rambled grabbing the fabric of my coat and pressing it into the wound desperately as he held my hands gently.

“Hey I’m okay I swear.” he rasped, lifting up a hand to lead my face down towards his.

“Hold on to my neck please I’ll get you to a medic.” I rambled lifting his arms to wrap around my neck.

“I love you Jack,” he murmured, his eyelids drooping.

“No fuck no I’m not letting you go please Alex.” I lifted him up and ran, past soldiers and dead bodies, back to a medic back to safety.

I kept a hand on his neck, following his pulse, it was fast, mine was too, I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest and fuck there was so much blood.

He nuzzled my neck comfortingly, he didn’t cry, he didn’t say a word about the wound in his chest, he just kept telling me it would be okay.

His pulse slowed as I reached the medics tent.

Slower as I walked in.

Barely noticeable as doctors came to aid him.

Slower… Slower.. Slower.

Gone.

A doctor I didn’t know put a hand on my shoulder, trying desperately to make it hurt less.

A hand couldn’t stop the stinging on my knees from falling onto them next to his bed, trying so hard to find any semblance of a pulse.

A hand couldn’t stop my lips from bleeding from biting them to stop from crying

A hand couldn’t bring back my dearest friend.

We won the battle, General Cornwallis surrendered, that opened discussions for a treaty.

I helped negotiate the terms of the treaty, pretty cool, huh?

Elizabeth Hamilton became a friend of mine, we became closer after Alexanders death.

Frances moved down to live with me, I lived a widower with Elizabeth until my death in 1824.

I became a lawyer like Alex wanted to be, I fought for the rights of the unprivileged, released slaves, poor women, sodomites.

In my spare time before President Washington was elected, I studied economics, Elizabeth helped me learn as much as I could to do what Alexander wanted.

Eliza opened the first private orphanage in New York City, I helped raise funds for it.

Every single thing I did I did for him, I hope I did as much as I could.

America isn’t perfect, I never got slavery abolished, or got more rights for women, but America could never be perfect without Alexander in it.

Maybe I’ll see him again in heaven.

I miss him.

I can’t wait.