Lyria Eclair Graham De Vanily Aesthetic

F-the French!

3rd Person POV

Alexander Hamilton was ranting about the French soldiers being so prideful, disrespectful, egotistical, and so French to his older twin sister (by 30 seconds), Olivia, in their shared tent. “You know what! F-the French!”

Speaking of Olivia, she earned the French soldier’s respect from her performance on the battlefield. Though, she hated the fact that they talked bad about General Washington, whom she considered as a father and often called him ‘Papa’. So she agreed with her brother, “Yeah! F-the French!”

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The next morning, Olivia and Alexander were in their tent once more, doing their paperwork. Or more like Olivia helping Alexander with his paperwork because she didn’t have any and was very bored. While doing their work (Alexander’s), they were talking about the French, again.

“Hey, Xander, guess who I hooked up with last night?” The second Olivia finished her question, Alexander jumped from his seat and yelled, “WHO?!” Olivia, used to hearing her brother yell from a near distance, wasn't bothered at all about the loud yell, but oh Lord help those who were in a 3-mile radius because they were temporarily deaf.

Olivia took out a hat and put it on her red hair, “Marquis de Lafayette,” she stated proudly. Her twin, however, was shocked, to say the least, and now was picturing her and Lafayette doi-stop it, Alexander. “WHAT?!” he asked (yelled). The older twin was now confused, “You said f-the French-oh you didn’t mean literally…” she now realized.

Alexander’s face was now the same shade as their hair, fiery and vibrant from embarrassment, anger, and the mental pictures. “No! I didn’t mean literally,” he finally said, his voice now full of exasperation.

Little does he know that Olivia didn’t regret it, not one bit, and neither did Lafayette, who was willing to oblige to Olivia’s wishes last night. Better not tell Alexander.

I drew this after seeing Yuzuru perform history maker next to Dean Fujioka singing 🦅

Burn-Apollo Version

Apollo was back on Olympus and in his temple, immortal and godly of course. He was remembering everything his so-called family giving him half-apologies and excuses when he became a God once again. He remembered that after Dionysus, he was the one most punished by his father. Not even his twin sister; Artemis, or the kind Hestia spoke up to Zeus when he cast Apollo down to the mortal world.

I remember every word you told me 

Apollo really did remember everything his family said to him, from his birth to the present time, he would always remember.

From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine

Apollo remembered the first time he went was on Olympus. He remembered looking at his father, his uncle, his aunts, his stepmother, his half-brothers, his half-sisters.

You said you were mine

I thought you were mine

Then, he remembered all those punishments Zeus gave him. Or when Artemis kept on insulting, screaming, and yelling at him. 

Do you know what Mother said

When I first became an Olympian?

She said

"Be careful with those, love

They will do what it takes to survive"

Apollo remembered the day he got turned into a mortal again. No one spoke up for him. Not a single one.

You and your words flooded my senses

Your sentences left me defenseless

You built me palaces out of paragraphs

You built cathedrals

He really, actually thought that his family loved him. But it was all a big lie. They didn’t love him.

I'm re-remembering the things you told me

I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line

For some kind of sign, and when you were mine

Apollo thought of all the moments he had with his family. All 4,000 plus years. He needed to remember if they really loved him or if they were all lying to him.

The world seemed to burn

Burn

I published the book about everything you told me

Apollo wrote a book called “I Was There For Them In Their Darkest Times, I Was There For Them In Their Darkest Times, But I Wonder Where They Were When I Was At My Lowest On My Knees.” It was about his adventures, but using different names for the other Gods: Zeus as John, Hera as Anastasia, Poseidon as Joe, Demeter as Anna, Ares as Marcus, Athena as Phoebe, himself as Fred, Artemis as Zoe, Hephaestus as Charles, Aphrodite as Callista, Hermes as Luke, Dionysus as Timothy, Hades as George, Iris as Luna, Hypnos as James, Nemesis as Natalie, Nike as Victoria, Hebe as Maya, Tyche as Elizabeth, Hecate as Ginevra, and Hestia as Celestia. These are the names they use when they go to the mortal world. As for the demigods, he used their middle names: Jason as Alexander, Percy as August, Annabeth as Susan, Will as Andrew, etc. 

I told the whole world how you punished me for one single mistake

After the battle against Gaea, Zeus punished him for not only encouraging Octavian to follow his dangerous path but also for revealing the prophecy much too soon. 

In clearing your name, you have ruined my life

Apollo remembered Jason and those whose blood was on his hands. He remembered all those nightmares he had about his children dying in the most painful way, Jason blaming him for his death, his family lying straight to his face about loving him.

Do you know what Mother said

When she found out what you'd done?

She said

"Our family’s an Icarus

They have flown too close to the sun"

Leto tried to multiple times persuade Zeus into bringing Apollo back to Olympus, but to no avail.

You and your words, obsessed with your reputation

That’s all the Gods and Goddesses do; maintaining their reputation.

Your sentences border on senseless

And you are paranoid in every paragraph

How they perceive you

You, you, you

By now, Apollo grabbed the painting he made of his family after the Second Titan War as a way to cope with the loss of his children. 

I'm erasing myself from the narrative

Let future historians wonder how Apollo reacted when you broke his heart

You have torn it all apart, I'm watching it

Burn

Watching it burn

Apollo broke the painting into pieces and threw it in the fire he made.

The world has no right to my heart

The world has no place in Olympus

They don't get to know what I said

I'm burning the memories

He threw the scrapbook, photo album, paintings, poems, drawings, everything he made and got from his “family”

Burning the things that might have redeemed all of you

You forfeit all rights to my heart

Apollo split his beloved Golden Bow made by Hephaestus and threw it in the fire. He grabbed his sacred quiver of arrows, split them in half, and threw them into the fire.

You forfeit the place in my temples

You sleep in your temples instead

With only the memories of when you were mine

The last thing that reminded Apollo of the other 19 of the Olympian Council was his necklace with their symbols.

I hope that you burn

He threw it in the fire and flashed away to see his mother. Apollo was unaware that the Olympian Council along with everyone in Camp Half-Blood. Camp Jupiter, and the Hunters. Almost everyone was crying, but none more than Hermes, Artemis, and Hestia; all of which were closest to Apollo. They can only hope that the sun god wouldn’t hold a grudge and forgive them in time.

Carrie Ekaterina Brewster, OC of Legume_Shadow on AO3.

Say my name And every color illuminates

commission for @viktorniliforv !

Drawing of Lyanna de Lafayette and Margaery de Grasse. This is their semi-official fanart for my fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32094298/chapters/79508848 and official photos of being in the International Elite Childhood Friends.

Sorry I’ve been MIA, been busy with school work!

Anyways, here’s Thalia Tilghman and Andrew can Orange-Nassau after an Allied Congress Meeting!

Thalia would say “knock it off, Andy, the sooner we go home, the sooner we get sleep!”

I had inspiration from sully-s!

They frozen in ice or why they taking so long to come back