MonRosalee's Playlist Chapter 10: People Like Us (MG), a grimm fanfic

So I've kinda fallen in love with the idea of Monroe and Rosalee being lovers past lives as well, so there might be more of these.

As always, reviews/suggestions/requests welcome. I have to administer one more exam and grade two sections of short writings and then I am done for the summer! Yay!

I don't own the song, NBC, the show, the characters, or any of that fun stuff. If I did, there would totally be a "MonRosalee Have a Baby" storyline, because I think that would be awesome, hilarious, and sweet.

Kingdom of Germany

We come into this world unknown,

But we are not alone.

They try and knock us down,

But change is coming, our time is now.

Hey, everybody loses it.

Everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes.

And hey, yeah, I know what you're going through.

Don't let it get the best of you, you'll make it out alive.

People like us, we've gotta stick together;

Keep your head up, nothing lasts forever.

Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten,

It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom.

We are all misfits living in a world on fire.

Sing it for the people like us, the people like us.

The Blutbad furrier introduced himself as Wolfram to Rosamunde, the Fuchsbau woman who had followed him. He couldn't be totally sure, but he thought he remembered seeing her working with the town's herbalist; Rosamunde would go into the forests and retrieve the plants. If it was in fact she, she had a fair amount of witchcraft rumors following her, too, which might explain why she was staying with him. They sat, gazing into the fire as the wedding feast continued around them. As the beer and wine started to run dry, the gypsies began to prepare for bed. The fires, so large and warm before, were slowly becoming smaller. Rosamunde took Wolfram's hand and whispered it was time to go. Wolfram didn't say it out loud, but he liked the warmth of her hand in his. Something about her made him want to follow her wherever she would lead him, even to certain death, just to be with her. Could this be what that word "liebe" meant? He had never really experienced it. His parents had been beheaded when he was small, and he had been stolen away by others in the pack, but they treated him like the orphan he was. But in this moment, he felt like he loved her. And the way she was looking and acting, she might love him, too.

Hey, this is not a funeral.

It's a revolution, after all your tears have turned to rage.

Just wait, everything will be okay,

Even when you're feeling like it's going down in flames.

People like us, we've gotta stick together;

Keep your head up, nothing lasts forever.

Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten,

It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom.

We are all misfits living in a world on fire.

Sing it for the people like us, the people like us.

You've just gotta turn it up loud when the flames get higher.

Sing it for the people like us, the people like us.

Rosamunde and Wolfram crept quietly as they could through the camp. Now that the aura of celebration was fading, the camp was getting back to their normal routine. The fugitives stole a pair of full wineskins and were almost clear of the camp when they were spotted by one of the camp dogs. Wolfram slashed its throat for its trouble, but the damage was already done, the camp was coming back to furious, chaotic life. Wolfram and Rosamunde ran from the pandemonium, running for the second time that night with blades and blazes at their backs. Each was urged on only by the desire to see the other survive.

They can't do nothin' to you, they can't do nothin' to me,

This is the life that we choose, this is the life that we bleed.

So throw your fist in the air, come out, come out if you dare.

Tonight we're gonna change forever.

Everybody loses it, everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes.

Fortunately the feast and the drink had the expected effect on the gypsies and they did not give chase very far into the darkness. Wolfram and Rosamunde slowed and tried to get their bearings. They found a cave and hid inside. The running in the predawn hours left them shivering, and they huddled together for warmth.

"That was quite an adventure, mein spatzi, my little sparrow. Are we doomed to always fly while we're together?"

She laughed softly and moved closer as he wrapped his arms around her fully, "I'm not sure, but I'm willing to fly anywhere with you." She looked into his eyes, and he kissed her on the forehead. They soon fell asleep, wrapped in each other's warmth.

People like us, we've gotta stick together;

Keep your head up, nothing lasts forever.

Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten,

It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom.

We are all misfits living in a world on fire.

Sing it for the people like us, the people like us.

You've just gotta turn it up when the flames get higher.

Sing it for the people like us, the people like us…