#ar pink agenda

[nico-di-genova]

Started calling Alex “pink pony boy” like a week ago, and so my brain has been stuck on that.

[wlntrsldler]

bad for business | luke castellan

warnings: loser!luke agenda is strong with this one, insecure!luke because of reader's judgmental siblings but they get over it later on, suggestive content but nothing explicit, luke being happy and in love (we need more of this; i'm pointing the finger at myself, i need to write happy luke fics) aphrodite!reader x luke, in an alternate universe where the betrayal didn't happen

based on bad for business by sabrina carpenter

i. he's good for my heart, but he's bad for business.

"she's probably going to dump him soon, anyway."

"she's just doing it for the tradition, obviously."

"she's too good for him."

sometimes luke just wanted to tell them to shut up, but he's already on thin ice with-- well, everyone at camp. they weren't a fan of the smell of cigarettes that lingered on his clothes, or the ugly scar on his face (this, wasn't his fault though. if anything, they should hate his fucking dad for giving him the quest in the first place), or the fact that he's somehow dating the most popular, gorgeous, and brilliant girl at camp.

you, y/n y/l/n, the favorite daughter of aphrodite. at first luke thought that you'd be just like the rest of the aphrodite girls (he's not one to perpetuate stereotypes, being the victim of it all his life, but the aphrodite kids always turned their noses up at him so he didn't feel too bad dishing it out), but then you smiled at him with your pretty, pink lips and luke knew he was a goner. he didn't stand a chance (not like he fought it too hard anyway)

you made an effort to remember his name, say hello to him when you passed by him, and you even went as far as asking him for his opinion on things.

"what do you think of this strategy, luke?" you asked, staring at him directly. the entire blue team was arguing loudly (luke thought their strategy fucking sucked and was a sure way for the ares cabin to, once again, demolish all of you, but he was going to keep that to himself) before your soft voice broke the noise. everyone stopped in their tracks because why the hell were you talking to him? asking him for his opinion?

he blinked, even looking behind him in case there was some other kid named luke that he didn't know about. when he finally realized that you were talking to him, he managed to stutter out that the plan was fine. you looked at him skeptically, penetrating the persona he put up with everyone, but decided not to push him anymore and simply nodded.

when the red team, led by the ares cabin, of course, handed your asses to you on a silver platter, you found luke at dinner and sat directly in front of him. chris, who was just as starstruck as luke that you were sitting with them, immediately scrambled off his seat and mumbled some half-hearted excuse to leave the two of you alone.

"so, spill," you said, planting your tray of food on the table. "what did you really think of the strategy?"

your conversation went from strategy to your life to his life to everything and anything until you two were the last two people left. he was glad when people finally got tired of gawking at you and him. (many in disbelief, all in jealousy that you decided to sit with him) you didn't seem to mind the stares, though, luke figured it was because you were used to it. it was hard not to stare at you.

luke thought that dinner was just a glitch in the matrix, that it was just some weird anomaly that would never happen again. he was just thankful that it happened; but then the next day, your perfectly manicured hand knocked on the hermes cabin door and you stood in front of luke with a timid smile on your face to ask him to train you in sword fighting.

luke got dressed at record speed. chris woke up after the third time luke hit his head under his bed when he was trying to find a semi-decent shirt to wear to your sparring session (maybe one that didn't smell too much like cigarettes). chris sat up on his bed, eyebrow quirked, with a teasing smile on his face.

as luke was racing out the door, he looked at chris, "don't start.''

chris threw his head back laughing, "i didn't say anything."

luke threw a pillow at chris with an oomph before rushing out to meet you.

the training sessions slowly morphed into sitting next to each other daily during meals, then into hanging out at campfires, until it got to the point when there wouldn't be a second of free time where the two of you wouldn't be together. luke could feel your siblings shooting daggers at him whenever he was alone, like a warning to stay away from you, but it's not like he was the one initiating things.

sure, he would follow you around the ends of the world if you asked (or even if you didn't, let's be honest here) but luke didn't want to test his luck so he just went with the flow. sometimes, he just wanted to talk to your siblings to set the record straight.

"look, i'm just as fucking confused as you are," he would say, "i don't know why she's hanging out with me either."

as much as he enjoyed your moments together, a piece of him still worried that you were just being nice. maybe you were this way with everyone. maybe he just likes you so much that he's making up these scenarios in his head.

he tried to talk to chris about it, but that proved to be the wrong decision because it's not like the boy had any experience either; he was pining over clarisse. the blind leading the blind, truly.

and then one day, while you and luke were sitting beside the water, after a long day of training, you looked over at him with an unreadable expression.

panicked, luke immediately straightened his back and twisted his body to face you. he wanted to reach for your hand to comfort you, but decided against it. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. he cleared his throat, "what's wrong?"

"why haven't you asked me out?"

you would've thought percy summoned a cold wave to crash into luke with the way he was sitting there frozen. luke was looking at you blankly, like his brain was short-circuiting. it was a habit of his to blink and tilt his head to the side whenever he was shocked.

"huh?"

you were frowning now, "do you not like me? i'm sorry, i guess i was just reading the situation wrong."

"woah, pause," luke leaned in closer, inspecting your face to see if there was a punchline about to drop like it was a gotcha! moment and all of your siblings would come out from behind the trees to laugh at him. he found no sign of such a thing. "do you like me?"

"luke, i've been so obvious," there was a hint of embarrassment in your voice and luke wanted to kiss it away. your cheeks were dusted with the lightest shade of red as you chewed on your bottom lip. "i thought maybe you liked me too, but i guess it was all in my head. i'm sorry-- forget i even said anything."

"yeah, i don't want to forget it," luke shook his head, now stumbling over his words. his brain was working again, sort of. "i like you, too. like really like you. sorry, you just caught me off guard for a sec."

"you do?"

"gods, i really really do."

you beamed at him and luke was so thankful that he was sitting because his knees would've buckled at your reaction and humiliated himself by falling face-first in the water if he was standing. he was especially thankful that he was sitting when you climbed onto his lap to make out with him until both of your lips were bruised.

ii. i'm mad for you, it's sad but true, and you know it. you're on my mind, you stole my life and it's showing.

word traveled fast after that. when you walked into breakfast with luke's arm around your waist, the whispers started. luke thought the staring before was bad, but this was on a new level. he felt the other aphrodite kids following his every move, poison in their eyes.

when you sat next to luke, impossibly close to him, chris' eyebrows rose in glee. he motioned to the both of you with his spoon, flicking drops of milk with the motion, "what's going on here?"

"i'm luke's girlfriend now."

luke nearly choked on the apple he was eating when he heard the words leave your lips. yes, he knew that you were dating now (his pathetically hoarse voice saying, "will you be my girlfriend?" after the hours-long makeout session the night before haunted his dreams last night; he wanted to keep his cool so bad, but it just wasn't possible when you were sitting on his lap, all pretty with your thighs on either side of his, lips glossy with his saliva instead of your typical lipgloss), but it was the first time he heard you refer to yourself as his girlfriend. his girlfriend.

"nice," chris raised his hand up for a high-five, which luke was about to complete, but chris pulled his hand away, "not for you, dude."

you giggled and high-fived chris, making luke look between the two of you in bewilderment.

"what the fuck was that?" luke asked. when did you and chris get close?

"this is embarrassing," you started, looking down at your plate of food. you were dragging your spoon across the blob of oatmeal, "but i talked to chris about you last week because i was so sad that you haven't made a move yet. i just wanted to hear his opinion on things in case i was just being stupid."

"why didn't you tell me this?"

"i tried!" chris argued, laughing a bit when luke's face turned red, "plus, i didn't want to tell you that me and y/n had a conversation because i had faith that you'd make a move! i obviously bet on the wrong horse, though, because y/n made the move."

"oh my gods, i'm a loser." luke groaned, tossing the apple on his tray. he lost his appetite. "you mean we could've been together this entire time?"

you placed a hand on his thigh, making him turn his attention to you. you gave him a comforting smile that he quickly reciprocated. you gave his thigh a soft squeeze, "it's okay, luke. we can make up for lost time."

luke smirked at you, "tonight?"

"dude, i'm trying to fucking eat."

luke threw up the middle finger to chris' face before connecting your lips.

to luke's surprise, your relationship didn't really change much after putting a label on it. (the changes that did occur were that now he can kiss you freely, which he was thankful for, and that you were even more touchy with him, which he was extremely thankful for because he loved having you next to him at all times. he was so smitten with you.) he realized then how blind he'd been the entire time because you were so very obvious about your feelings for him, he was just too stuck in his own head to notice it.

he started being outwardly affectionate with you, gaining more confidence while he was on your arm. his favorite thing to do was to wrap his arms around your torso and bury his face into the crook of your neck. he loved hearing you erupt in giggles when his curls tickled your skin. he was drunk on you and you didn't mind one bit.

you even said that you were more attached to him than he was to you (he looked at you like you had three heads because it couldn't have been further from the truth.)

he took you on little picnic dates and made you jewelry that you wore proudly, and you wore his clothes (he would be lying if he said that his heart didn't skip a beat when you walked out of the aphrodite cabin sporting his hermes sweater) but above all, luke loved the way he could talk to you about everything. he told you about his mom, his dad, his doubts and his insecurities, and you listened. you would sit there, hands in his hair, while he laid on your chest. he didn't know the last time he felt safe, but with you, he always did.

iii. all of my friends think i've gone crazy, but they don't know me like my baby.

luke tried to ignore the fact that there were running bets from campers about how long you two would last, but it was getting to him. he'd heard it all; a week, two weeks, three months. he fought the urge to roll his eyes when he heard the jingling of drachmas being passed around when you and him were seen together after someone lost their bet.

it's been two months but people still believed that you two were going to break up soon. the idea of it made luke feel sick. he couldn't imagine a life without being yours anymore. truth be told, he was wholly yours the minute he met you, but after every kiss, every hug, every second with you, he was just falling deeper in love with you.

it was a little scary.

"hiya, baby," you greeted him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

you started calling him the pet name a few days into dating and luke actually whimpered when you did it the first time. you loved getting these reactions from luke and his little sounds (both innocent and not-so-innocent) only spurred you on. when he's with you, luke turned into this mush, always wanting to be held by you or touching you in some way.

"hi," he mumbled, leaning up to place a quick kiss on your lips.

you hummed happily before resting your hands on his back, "baby, you're tense. are you okay?"

"yeah," luke replied, but his furrowed eyebrows said differently.

"no you're not," you walked in front of him, wrapping your arms around his torso, "what's going on?"

luke sighed, "everyone thinks we're gonna break up-- or more specifically, everyone thinks you're gonna break up with me."

"do you believe that i'll break up with you?" you frowned, loosening your hold on him. "did i do something that made you think that?"

"no, no," he said, quickly. he pulled you closer to him, not wanting you to let go of him. "i just-- i dunno. everyone says i'm not good enough for you, and i know i'm not, and it's getting to my head a little bit."

you looked up at him, removing your hands from around him to reach for his face. you brought his face down closer to yours to pepper kisses all over it; his cheeks, his lips, his scar, his jaw. "i think you're perfect."

"you have to say that 'cause you're my girlfriend," he playfully rolled his eyes, but he couldn't stop a goofy smile from forming on his face due to your kisses.

"yeah, i am your girlfriend," you reminded him, placing a longer kiss on his lips now. your lips moved together, making luke's hands wander to your lower back to push you closer to him. you pulled away, breathless, "listen to your girlfriend, baby. i'm not going anywhere so don't worry your pretty little head about it."

there were still moments when the voices of the other campers bounced around in luke's head, but you were always there to quiet them with your reassurance and your love for him.

eventually, people stopped talking about you and luke and accepted that you two weren't breaking up anytime soon (they were about six months too late, in luke's opinion). he even managed to win over your siblings later on (kind of; they still don't talk to him unless they have to but they smile at him now, but luke isn't picky; a win is a win)

luke was happy and in love and it was all thanks to you.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

hey 😘 do you think you could write a percy jackson x sister reader. it's totally up to you and i'm good with anything but angst/annabeth involved with percy. thank you!!

The Curse of Aphrodite

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Jackson!Reader

Warnings: implied in*est, sibling in*est, Aphrodite being petty

Words: 1866

Summary: You should have feared Aphrodite just as much as you feared Ares. She was terrifying, and her revenge might as well have just ruined your life.

(This is an older fic from my A03 but figure it was perfect for this request :>)

Another hectic day of being a demigod. Trying to keep a low profile from monsters and worst of all. . . getting through Valentine’s Day at school. All the pink hearts and cupids that littered the school’s halls was enough to make anyone grow nauseous. You and your brother Percy could only grin and bear it, for any grumpy comments might carry over to the Goddess of Love herself. She already wasn’t too pleased with Poseidon’s twins. Sure she was willing to give you and Percy advice last summer in that hellish junkyard, but it was for her own agenda and you didn’t like that one bit. And of course as all your friends were well aware of, you wore all your emotions on your sleeve. Including your distaste for the love goddess. Aphrodite saw it bright as day. Used to being adored by millions, she didn’t take too well to your disdain. For even though she let you and Percy out of her limo, you caught her once fluttery eyes ice over when she looked at you. You really should have listened to Annabeth and keep a mask on when you interacted with the gods.

Now you were going through one of the worst days of your life, and that's saying a lot. Everything that could go bad, did. And poor Percy was stuck with you for the entire ride.

“Here.” Percy handed you a slightly dampened paper towel.

Grumbling a ‘thank you’, you take it and dab the front of your shirt that was stained with spaghetti sauce. Your face was still red from the humiliation. Everyone had seen in the cafeteria how your tray of spaghetti seemed to explode onto you.

Percy had helped you clear a few noodles that had landed in your hair.

Gritting your teeth, you begin to rub furiously. “It HAS to be her. Of all freaking days!”

“You should have just been nice to her.”

“Not my fault that you were the googly-eyed one in front of her. That’s how her power works because guys don’t think with their brains!”

“Suiting since Ares doesn’t have any brains.” Snidely remarked Percy with a coy smile. Putting himself at risk just to make you smile was enough to make you dryly chuckle. Percy didn’t have it easy either. Him and Ares had been butting heads ever since your first summer at Camp Half-Blood. He should have feared the animosity that Ares possessed toward him. That was certainly one god you didn’t want to mess with.

Finally admitting defeat, you throw away your paper towel and simply sigh. “Can’t we just ditch for the rest of the day?”

As if he had been debating the same thing seconds ago, Percy easily replied “Mom would kill us. We already have a truancy record here anyway. We just have to push through it.”

That was the last thing you wanted to hear. Hearing it out loud made you want to cry out in frustration. Sitting on the dirty hallway floor next to you, Percy throws an arm over your shoulder. “We’ve been through worse days. In comparison, today is just an annoying hiccup.”

“Even fighting monsters I never had to deal with smelling like cafeteria spaghetti.”

You feel Percy begin to sniff you like a dog, prying a giggle out of you. “I don’t know. It’s not such a bad smell. I happen to like cafeteria spaghetti.”

Rolling your eyes, you offer “Want to switch shirts then?”

“No way!” Percy laughs. “I wouldn’t even be able to squeeze into it.”

Simply imagining Percy stretching out your shirt was enough to make you snort. You had always been the one with a temper and prone to dark moods. Percy, without fail, could find a way to make you laugh. He was your twin after all. No one knew you better than Percy did. He knew the inner workings of your mind and the remedies to whatever ailed you. Claiming it was his duty as the older twin to take care of his younger sibling. There was pride in his voice when he told you that.

“Thanks Perc.” you quietly whisper.

“No problem (nickname).”

That made you groan again. “I told you not to call me that in public.”

You help eachother up once the bell rings and sling your backpack over your shoulder. Of course as students swarmed the halls to get to their next class, many stared your way.

Percy squeezes your hand before leaving you for his own class. “Remember, we’ve been through worse than this.”

Nodding, you squeeze back in return. You were a daughter of Poseidon for crying out loud! Aphrodite didn’t scare you one bit. She can go ahead and make your clothes a mess as much as she wanted. You had fought deadlier monsters than the Lady of the Doves.

Glaring at a sparkly cut out of cupide, you internally challenge her.

Children of Poseidon truly did have seaweed for brains. When you thought you had made it through the school day, there was a storm waiting for you on the walk home. Not an actual storm thankfully, but one that would ruin your life regardless.

Outside of school there was hardly any reminder of the hallmark holiday except for a few flower vendors at each busy corner. Bouquets of red, white, and yellow roses were being sold by the dozen. Store window displays were decorated with multiple shades of pink. At least you were almost home where you could safely hide in your room, put the entire day behind you.

At one corner, Percy presses the crosswalk button while bouncing on his heels impatiently. You look across the street, past the zooming cars to see more street vendors selling Valentine’s Day treats and other cheap trinkets for desperate partners.

Crosswalk light alerting you that it was safe, you and Percy make your way to the other side.

Even though you hated the holiday, you enviously eyed the tasty looking treats for sale. Cookies shaped like conversation hearts caught your attention. They were well made and utterly cute.

Percy stops and looks over your shoulder. “You want one?” He picks up a cellophane package that had two of the cookies comfortably inside, tied off with a red ribbon. There’s even a blue one in here!”

Shocking, Percy liked the blue one. It made you smile how he would never change at least in that manner.

You scooch closer to your brother to read the icing on them. The blue cookie was on top, reading: Be Mine. The other one you couldn’t see as it was hiding behind the top.

“You two make such a cute couple.” An older lady with a knitted lilac beanie atop her crazy curls smiles at you and Percy.

Inwardly you vomit. “Actually-”

“We’re not-” Percy’s voice reacted at the same time with your own protest but the older lady just laughs.

“Aw to be young and shy. Because you two are so cute, I’ll give you them for free!”

Both you and Percy are quick to protest but they fall on deaf ears as she pushes the cookies further into Percy’s hands.

“I insist!”

Glancing at Percy you know he was just as exhausted with arguing with her as you were.

“Um, okay. Thank you so much.” Awkwardly, Percy unzips his backpack and places the cookies safely inside.

Grabbing his arm, you start hurrying the both of you away. “Thank you! You’re very generous!”Once you’re out of her hearing range you shudder. “Couldn’t she tell we’re related?”

“Probably not with those big, pink tinted, sunglasses.” Shrugs Percy. “At least we got free cookies out of it!”

“I’m kinda skeptical about them now.” Warily you shift your attention to his backpack. “It doesn’t make sense that she just let us have them for free.”

“Don’t knock on the first good thing that’s happened to you today!”

Exactly. It was too good to be true. If Annabeth were there, she would agree with you.

When you got home however, the smell of the cookies was simply too good for you to ignore.

Percy handed you the one that had been underneath the blue cookie. The icing was yellow, written on it simply: Love.

You inhale the sweet scent before biting into a corner. Percy hadn’t waited around to eat his cookie like you had.

“That has got to be the best cookie ever.” He comments through a semi-full mouth with cookie crumbs dusting the front of his shirt.

They were amazing. So delicious, you wished you had more to munch on.

“We should have gotten one for mom.” You mention while collapsing on the couch, remote in hand. Homework could wait. You needed to de-stress after the day you had. Your brother didn’t answer you as he had ventured to your shared bedroom. Not paying much attention, you flip through the channels. Down the hall you were able to hear Percy shuffling around the room.

And then a gagging noise.

You sit up. “You okay Perc?”

More gagging had you bolting from the couch and into your room where Percy was on his hands and knees. Back arched, his dry heaving continued.

“Per-” Oh no. A nauseous squirming sensation bubbling in your stomach. Incredibly uncomfortable, you brace yourself against the door frame. Your vision was spinning. For some reason, a memory popped into your head. You, sitting in the back of a limo, arms crossed while your brother did everything in his power to resist Aphrodite’s charm.

”Twins are so special.” She had said. “Have you heard the legend behind twins? They say lovers who commit suicide are reincarnated as twins. Isn’t that romantic?”

Just thinking of her voice made a shiver run through you.

Then it just stopped. Nausea gone and head back to normal, you open your eyes to find Percy recovering too. “Those stupid cookies. . .”

“I told you.” You remark with a small smile. Watching as your brother rolled himself into a sitting position, you run your hand over your forehead. Maybe you should call your mom so she could take you to the hospital. There was clearly something in those cookies. Perhaps you would even get sick again later. If you induced vomiting that should be enough to get it out of your system right?

“(y/n). . .” You heard Percy breathe out and you fear he’s about to feel sick again. When you look at him though, he’s staring right back at you with those gentle sea foam eyes of his. They were sparkling, a misty awe to them as your own heart fluttered in your chest. That’s when you felt like you were floating.

Percy blinked, unable to lift whatever spell the both of you were under.

You think back to your own cookie.

Love.

How stupid you had been. Aphrodite. Of course it was Aphrodite, and this was her curse. She must have been in disguise as the vendor. What a naive child you still were; you should have feared her just as you did Ares. Her vengeance was much more evil. For she could warp the sibling love you had for your twin. Warp it into another Greek Tragedy.

[jinxedruby]

Febuwhump Day Twenty-Two: "You weren't meant to be there"

Featuring Legend and Sky. Back to push my "Legend and Sky are buddies" agenda.

Heads up for major injury in this chapter.

AO3

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A heavy blow to his shield sent Legend stumbling back, splinters of pain lodging in his bone. He thrust his sword forward, only for the moblin to deflect it. The tip sank into the dirt before Legend could recover. He tried to yank it out but the moblin attacked again, swinging its club toward his side. He released his sword, twisting to block the blow. The club clipped the edge of his shield and cracked against his ribs, sending him flying. He hit the ground hard, pain bursting in his chest as he rolled. He gasped, the action only making the pain worse, trying to force himself to his feet. Stars danced in his vision and he only made it halfway, collapsing back to his hands and knees.

A shadow fell over him and he rolled, narrowly dodging a lizalfos’s blade. It screeched, lunging after him and striking again while he lay on his back. He blocked the blow with his shield, the impact jarring his already abused arm. The moblin appeared in his peripheral. With a grunt and creaking pain from his fractured ribs, he kicked the lizalfos sharply in its middle. It flinched back, giving him a brief moment to flip onto his stomach and scramble on hands and knees away from the moblin as it bore down on him. The club slammed into the ground just beside him, kicking up dirt. He struggled back to his feet as he moved and nearly ran headlong into a second moblin, one of the massive ones from Sky’s era. It roared and fell forward. He dove out of the way, the monster crashing onto its belly where he’d been moments before. He tried to regain his footing, breath hitching as it felt like his ribs ground against one another. He fell to one knee, staggered back to his feet, head spinning. Bracing his shield, he turned to face the monsters, backpedaling. He turned at the just the right angle for the first moblin’s club to nail him in the stomach.

The moblin threw him backwards, knocking the air from his lungs. His back slammed against the ground. Black spots crashed into his vision as his ribs groaned, sawdust taking up residence between bone and flesh. He gasped like a dying fish, staring up at the sky. Every breath brought more burning dust into his ribs but he had to breathe. He propped himself up on his elbows, tried to, at least. He barely got his shoulders off the ground before pain ripped through his abdomen, sending him back to the ground. Beasts moved in the edges of his vision and he weakly raised his shield. He dug through his pouch with his other hand. His fingers closed around a flat and round metal object. He threw a glance about. He could only see the monsters closing in. Last he saw before being separated, the other heroes were all at the bottom of the hill. Just as the first moblin reached him, looming over him with its club raised, he yanked out the Bombos medallion and fed his magic into it.

Explosions cracked around him, tearing up dirt and grass. The moblin roared as a blast launched it somewhere to his right. Several more monster screeches joined it, before the increasing explosions drowned them out. A lizalfos’s finger streaked overhead, smoke trailing behind it.

Then a human screamed and Legend’s blood went cold.

He struggled to sit up as the spell died out, gritting his teeth against the pain and forcing himself up. He glanced around, heart thudding painfully against his chest. Monster remains lay scattered around him, the smoke that curled upwards from them carrying the scent of burnt flesh. With as deep of a breath as he could manage, he pushed himself up to his knees, rising above the carnage just enough to see over it all. He scanned his surroundings, eyes darting from the bits of pink flesh to the detached limbs and digits. The grass sat blackened in a rough circle around him, flames still clinging to some of the blades. His eyes stretched wide at the mound of white and light green crumpled at the edge of the circle.

He staggered to his feet with a breathless curse that turned into a hiss, arm wrapped around his ribs. He stumbled through the monster remains, barely managing to keep from falling to the ground again as he tripped over the moblin’s club. His heart throbbed in his throat as he drew closer to the white lump, head spinning harder as he made out the blue design on the cloth.

“Shit,” he whispered. He repeated it, quickening his steps. He half-ran, half-tripped over to the body, repeating the curse like a mantra.

“Sky!” he cried in a rough voice. Less of a cry, more of a harsh whisper, ribs protesting the whole way. He circled around in front of the hero, lightheadedness clutching at him and threatening to bring him to the ground. The hero lay curled on his side, face slack. His cape twisted around his torso, speckled with red. Legend crouched beside him with a wince, grabbing the sailcloth with trembling fingers and disentangling it from around Sky. Blood soaked through Sky’s tunic, wreathing his middle and left side. Legend let out a sharp curse, gripping his hair as he took in what he’d done. He didn’t- he didn’t know, he never would’ve-

He forcibly shook off the mounting horror, reaching into his pouch with one hand while grabbing an apparently uninjured portion of Sky’s arm with the other. Sky twitched at the touch, face scrunching up in pain. He let out a soft hiss, eyelids fluttering open. His gaze landed somewhere near Legend’s chest, brow furrowing.

“V…Vet…?” he croaked then winced. He moved to press an arm to his middle but flinched away the moment it made contact, making a sound that was probably supposed to be a yelp.

“D-don’t touch it,” Legend hissed through his teeth, doing his best to ignore the pain lancing through his ribs as he dug through his pouch. “Din’s sake, Sky, what were- what were you doing there?”

“Y-you were… ‘n trouble,” Sky managed, wincing weakly. The blood crawled farther up his tunic.

Legend’s hands froze, eyes widening. Sky was coming to help him. Of course he was, and then Legend- Legend- He clenched his jaw, choking back the horror once more as he resumed his search for a potion. Dammit, why didn’t he have any kind of organization, Warriors was right, he had way too much shit-

Sky let out a quiet sigh and went still. Legend’s head jerked up to stare at him.

“Hey,” he croaked, reaching out and grabbing Sky’s arm again. Droplets of Sky’s blood sank into the grass beneath him. Legend squeezed his arm harder, afraid to shake him and jostle the wounds. “Hey, no, you can’t- y-you can’t do this. Sky. Sky.” The chosen hero didn’t move. The horror roared up Legend’s throat before he could stop it, crashing into him and knocking all the air from his lungs. Sky was coming to help and Legend blew him up, he blew him up. He squeezed Sky’s arm so hard his knuckles went white, frantically searching through his bag with his other hand. No, find something to heal him, worry about waking him up later. If he’s even still- No, no, he was breathing. He had to be. Legend dug both hands into his pouch and began pulling out his items, tossing them haphazardly onto the grass. He had to have something. He had to, he was the collector, he had everything, he had to, it was in there somewhere, he just had to fucking find it-

His hand closed around a bottle and he yanked it out only to chuck it to the ground when only a green liquid sloshed around inside. Useless. Power bracelets. Useless. Boomerang. Useless. Old dungeon map. Why is that even in here, useless. He glanced back at Sky. His breath caught in his throat as he saw just how much of Sky’s tunic had been stained a dark reddish-brown by his blood, the chosen hero’s face white as a sheet. What was the point of having all these items, all this experience when he couldn’t even find one potion to heal his friend, what was the point?

The next bottle he pulled out contained red liquid. He lurched forward, the dust between his ribs and flesh igniting at the movement. A whine built in his throat and he bit his lip, reaching for Sky with one hand, clutching the red potion in the other. Sky didn’t respond to the touch on his arm, horribly still under Legend’s hand. Legend shook him before he could change his mind. Sky’s expression twisted and he groaned, hand moving sluggishly to the injuries hidden under his tunic.

“Sky,” Legend said through the pain, voice tight. “Sky, I’ve got a potion.”

Sky’s eyes opened just a crack, gaze drifting about aimlessly. Legend held the bottle in front of his eyes. Sky’s eyes began to drift closed again and Legend swore. He gently pushed Sky onto his back, gut twisting as the chosen hero whimpered. He shifted closer to Sky and carefully threaded an arm under Sky’s shoulders, lifting him so his head propped up against Legend’s shoulder. He ripped the cork out of the bottle with his teeth and held the glass rim to Sky’s lips. Sky weakly turned his head away from it, eyes still closed.

“Gonna… throw up,” he managed, arms pressed over his stomach.

“Sky, drink the fucking potion!” Legend yelled, despite how it made his ribs burn.

Sky’s eyelids fluttered again, gaze clearing just slightly. His eyes traveled to Legend, noticed the potion that Legend practically shoved against his mouth. He pushed his lips against the rim just slightly and Legend tipped the bottle toward him. Sky screwed his eyes shut as the potion poured into his mouth, throat moving as he swallowed it down. He had to stop once or twice, breathing shallowly through his mouth, face pale. Eventually, he drained the last drop and slumped back against Legend’s arm with a sigh. Legend pitched forward against the sudden weight, throwing out a leg to catch himself. He yelped through his teeth, screwing his eyes shut as sparks of pain shot through his chest.

“Y’re hurt,” Sky slurred, shifting in Legend’s arms.

“Did it work?” Legend gritted out instead of shut up and worry about yourself for once. Sky gingerly prodded at his middle and side, sighing and not flinching from the touch.

“Yeah,” he breathed. He braced his hands on the ground behind him and tried to push himself up but failed, arms trembling violently. When he fell back against Legend’s arm that time, the veteran was ready. “Tired.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when-“ Legend’s words stuttered to a stop. He meant to say ‘that’s what happens when you lose that much blood’ but the horror clawed its way up his throat once again. “S-Sky, I-“ He choked when Sky looked up at him, blinking slowly. “I didn’t- I didn’t know you- you were there, I…”

Sky watched him for a moment, eyelids drooping. He reached up and patted Legend’s hand where it clutched his shoulder. “S’okay.” Then his eyes fell shut and he went limp.

Legend swore, shifting as Sky’s full weight sagged against him. With a pained hiss, he stretched his leg out in front of him to rest his arm on. Every breath felt like tiny knives scraping against the inside of his ribs. He glanced around them, partially to see if any of the others were nearby, partially to make sure no other monsters were coming. He relaxed slightly when he saw no monsters, turning to look back down at Sky’s sleeping face. The slightest hint of pink grew in his cheeks and lips, just enough to tell Legend that he had only passed out and his wounds weren’t bleeding anymore. Legend half-heartedly attempted to stand, only shifting slightly before immediately giving up, pain rocketing inside his chest. He pursed his lips, holding Sky a little tighter. They certainly weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. He could only hope that the others found them before more monsters did.

[zacks-oc-house]

Armallo Masterpost

Armallo Sairo DePaolo (Ar-mall-oh)

Nickname: Armie

The cheerful apprentice intent on figuring out his past...

Zodiac: Cancer 6/22

Patron Arcana: The Fool (an otter)

Favorite food: Laulau

Favorite drink: honey green tea

Favorite flower: white orchid

Favorite color: pale blue

Age: 26

Gender: male (he/him)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Familiar: Neró the gecko

Alignment: neutral good

Personality Type: ENFP

Race: human

Ethnicity: Hawaiian

Voice claim: Moe Keale

Appearance:

Height: 6’-0” (183 cm)

Weight: +400 lbs

Physical: He’s obese with new and old stretchmarks. His fat is soft, has some cellulite. Body moles. He is from a fictional Hawaii, so he has a deep tan complexion. He has curly teal hair that is shoulder length. Most of the times he has it styled in a half down half top knot. He has somft cheeks with dimples, plump lips, and kind eyes that are almost always squinting from smiling. His eye color is a vibrant green.

He wears sleeveless shirts mainly, and shorts/traditional Hawaiian sarongs(skirts). Most of his clothes are adorned with floral patterns. His favorite color is blue, which he wears a lot of.

Personality:

Armie is extremely extroverted. He’s the person to greet the new kid at school, give you his seat, and make you feel welcome and loved. He’s the one to make sure every voice is heard. If someone is trying to speak, he will make sure the others stop so they can. The smile on his face is 100% genuine. He’s consistently putting out good vibes for people to use if needed. He’s your shoulder to cry on, a friend talk to, a teddy bear to cuddle, someone to always lean on. He makes no hesitation to call someone a friend. Can’t afford lunch? Armie’s got you. Need a safe place to live? Armie’s got you. He’s the person you meet and think “Yeah, there’s still good people in the world.” There’s no secret agenda behind him, he just is that nice.

Random Facts:

Armie’s very close with Water. He loves to do water dancing. He also loves singing and dancing in general. He’s the first person out on the dance floor. He rarely feels embarrassed or shamed. He always wears a painted pink kukui bead bracelet in memory of his homeland. He LOVES to go to the coliseum and watch wrestling, getting drunk off beer. Summertime is his absolute favorite, he goes to the beach a lot and lays out.

Family:

Mother: Lahela

Father: Kaimana

Older Brother: Abrec | Wife: Lani | Son: Makaio | Daughter: Makana

Younger sister: Arapha

Aunt: Lekika

Ships:

Nadia, Julian, Asra

Lake @sephet

A whole array of @cinnella’s ocs

@knight-engale’s Morgan

@wildlymish’s Tari

(Open to any oc ships!)

Prologue:

Armie was a gifted magician in his homeland. He inherited the magic shop from his aunt when she decided to retire. He took a boat to Vesuvia, where he met his friend, Roul. After arriving in Vesuvia, he met another of his friends, Awanata. Soon after the main story of the Arcana follows.

Epilogue:

Armie returns to his homeland with his LI to rediscover his lost memories. His family is shocked to find him alive and well. He goes to a special cove and prays to the water spirits there to return his memories.

NSFW Headcannons: MINORS DNI

https://armallo-and-roul.tumblr.com/post/641865000639692800/armallos-nsfw-headcannons

[strwbryjam]

types of people — greek gods + goddesses

tag yourself;

zeus: lives for thunderstorms & dark weather, can be temperamental, piercing eyes, unreliable but powerful, marble staircases, bruised knuckles, usually the leader in group projects

hera: golden feathers, champagne, not to be messed with, the sound of heels on a hard floor, resting b!tch face, golden wreaths and crowns, always puts family first, silk bedsheets

demeter: flower crowns, not afraid to get their hands dirty, stems woven into curly hair, corduroy overalls, protective mom friend, wants to own a little cottage, kind but firm

poseidon: beach waves, has an all-knowing aura, usually barefoot, natural tans, collects and keeps little things, bright eyes, loose clothing, is chill but could beat you up if they wanted

apollo: freckles, golden harps, naturally highlighted hair, painting or drawing with a record playing, seems to heal broken hearts, poetic mind, sunny afternoons, dimpled smiles

artemis: cold skin, stars in their eyes, doesn’t need a soulmate, soft lips and graceful hands, silver hair clips, kind to all animals, gazing up at the moon on a clear night, sharp mind

hermes: nike airs, perfect smile, gold necklace charms, jack of all trades, chaotic good, dangling your feet off a skyscraper, golden-tipped feathers, a stack of unopened letters

athena: earl grey tea, over-analyzes everything, crisp white bedsheets, wide eyes, stacks of books, the one people come to for advice, planners and agendas, quiet contemplation

dionysus: curly hair, leopard print, actually has good taste, romantic walks through vineyards, wine stains, rolling your eyes, the type to be fashionably late, card games and cigarettes

aphrodite: gilded mirrors, dusky pink sunrises, sweet perfume, queen of self love, sea foam, knows how to comfort people, collarbones + jewelry, delicate silk and lace, neck kisses

hephaestus: battlescars, chunky belts and boots, never goes outside, bronze gears and bolts, putting in extra effort, soot covered hands, seems scary but is actually super sweet

hades: circles under their eyes, silver chains, tim burton movies, dusty bookshelves + ancient paintings, never sleeps, black dog fur, acts standoffish but is secretly really lonely

hestia: always needs a sweater or a blanket, the soft crackling of a fire, warm muted colors, peace maker, dozing off to sleep, homebody, the smell of baking bread, blanket forts

ares: fire in their eyes, passionate about certain things, blood splattered on a marble wall, veiny hands, always up for a fight, gets mad too easily, midnight motorcycle rides, leather

[thirstyandbeautiful]

GOOD NEWS LIST: WORK THAT

aka Part 11: Aussies love going to Texas, and they love taking their little cowgirl with them even more plus getting revenge on mick

He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back When I ride him like a rodeo

You excitedly bounced around the hotel room, so happy to be back in Texas for the US Grand Prix with Michael and Dan. This was easily your favorite track and place to visit with the boys, and you knew it was their favorite too. You had only arrived a few hours ago, a few days after the boys had gotten there themselves and were left to unpack and get comfy as the boys ran to the gym to get a work out in.

You had just plugged in your phone to charge when there was a knock at the door. You giggled as you shuffled towards the door. The boys must’ve forgotten their key cards again. When you opened the door, you paused. It was a hotel worker holding a box. 

“Hello, miss. This is a delivery for you.” He offered the box to you, and you took it with a mumbled thanks before he walked off. 

You let the door slam shut behind you as you looked at the circular red box. Michael and Daniel hadn’t mentioned anything, but then again they were quite good at surprising you and always managed to sneak little gifts around you without you noticing. You placed the box on your bed and felt excited to open it. You pulled the top off and pulled the tissue paper out of the box, coming face to face with a baby pink cowgirl hat. 

You pulled the faux felt hat out of the box and stroked the smooth, baby pink color. There was a beautifully braided band of rose gold leather that was woven around the hat as the hatband, and the brim was just slightly turned up on the sides. It looked beautiful, and elegant, and not at all as obnoxious as some of the other hats you’d seen people jokingly wear to this GP in the past. You realized that this was a very precariously made hat and had probably costed a pretty penny. 

You reached in to the box to look for a card, and finally found it a the bottom of the hat box. When you opened it and read it, you laughed. Michael and Daniel were gonna be pissed.

For the best rider - Mick

The door key beeped just as you finished laughing about the note still held in your hand. 

“Hey gorgeous, what you got there?” Michael was the first one in the door, quickly getting to you to kiss your head.

“What’d she get?” you heard Daniel ask.

You put the hat on your head, turning towards both boys.

“Cute, baby, where’d you get that from?” Daniel came up to you and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you and placing little kisses on your cheek. 

“It’s from Mick.” You answered.

Daniel dropped you on to your feet. You looked back and forth between your two lovers, holding out the note to them while trying not to laugh. 

Michael grabbed the note first and read it, a laugh coming from him as well. “What a little shit.” 

“What does it say?” Daniel asked, reaching for it. 

You popped up behind Daniel, waving your hand for Michael to not let Daniel read it. He had to relax this afternoon with quali tomorrow. Stressing Daniel was not on the agenda and your sensitive Cancer would most likely get in his feelings if he saw the teasing note. Even though he had already accepted Mick, that acceptance was sporadic and he still had little jealous tantrums now and then, especially since what happened last time.

Michael stretched his arm over his head, his height on Daniel keeping the note out of his reach. “C’mon mate, you know you can’t read.” 

You laughed out loud at the dig and slapped your hand over your mouth. 

Daniel shot a look of betrayal over his shoulder, completely distracted by it. “Wow, I expect the sass from him, but I don’t expect you to encourage it.”

You looked at Michael as he pocketed the note before calling Daniel’s attention back to him. “Don’t take it personally, it’s just cause I’m her favorite.”

You came up behind Daniel, wrapping your arms around him, “I don’t have favorites.” Daniel twisted to wrap his arms around you, resting his cheek on your head. “Well,” you sighed, “at least, not today.” 

Michael threw his arms up as if to say ‘I told you so’ to Daniel and you let go of Daniel with one arm so you could point a finger at Michael.

“But the day is still young!” You laughed as you tried and failed to sound and look menacing.

Daniel wrapped his arms around you and lifted you, your legs wrapping around him as you kissed all over his face as he carried you towards the bathroom. When you tasted his salty skin you started licking, grossing out Michael.

“The two of you are disgusting.” 

“Oh well, guess we’ll have to shower without you.” Daniel sighed and quickly slammed the door shut, locking it behind you.

You laughed as you heard Michael whine on the other side. 

-

The next day you strolled through the paddock with Michael, Daniel already in a pre-quali meeting with his race engineers.

“Hey you,” Mick stopped in front of you, and smirked when he noticed Michael take two steps closer to you. “Michael, good to see you.” 

Michael nodded at him. “She looks cute, doesn’t she?” He nodded in your direction.

You looked at Mick with a small smile. You did look cute. You were wearing a white, short babydoll dress with little brown sandals with your pink hat to top it off. 

Mick smiled at you. “She’s gorgeous, as usual.” He never looked at Michael, keeping his eyes on you. “Did you use it for any riding yet?” 

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks. “No, but the weekend’s just started.” 

Mick took another step closer, looking like he was about to pass you when he slowed by your side, lowering his voice. “Think of me when you do.” You looked up at him just in time to catch him wink at Michael.

Michael took a few steps forward, motioning for you to follow. He had a tight smile on his face.

“Oh, not you too.” You whined, skipping a bit to get back beside him.

“Not me too what?”

“Not you too are jealous of Mick.”

“Am not,” Michael objected instantly, but dropped his head as he got his elaboration together. “it’s just, you know, he’s not a part of us and sometimes he acts like he is.”

“I love you and Daniel.” You assured him, letting your hand brush against his beside you.

Michael sighed. “I know, I never doubt that. I just hate how he looks at you sometimes, like he knows, which he does...” 

“Do you regret it?” You asked. “Letting him join in?”

Michael shook his head no and laughed. “I regret not dragging his bratty ass to Perth to properly put him in his place. That’s the real problem. Bastard came in you once and now he struts around.”

“Ah, revenge.” You said dramatically. “Now you sound like Daniel.”

“Just cause we both love you.”

“As I love you both too.”

When you arrived in the McLaren garage, you sat on Daniel’s side, wearing your hat, much to everyone’s amusement. 

“You look so cute.” Daniel squeezed your cheeks and kissed your mouth before turning to Michael discreetly. “Fuck, why didn’t we let her ride us with it on last night?” 

Michael sighed and shared a look with you before he lifted his arms, “Cause you always come up with the good ideas too late!” 

“I can wear it tonight.” You shrugged.

“Beauty and brains, my love, you have it all.” Daniel rubbed his nose against yours. 

You looked over at Michael, who looked down as Daniel gave you affection. 

You sighed. You didn’t usually hang out in the garage, you usually hid in Daniel’s room until quali began and then sat with Michael behind the counter in front of the tvs, so you could hold his hand without drawing attention. 

You, Michael and Daniel’s relationship was arguably the paddock’s best kept secret. The paddock respected privacy too much to leak anything about your polyamorous relationship, and no one paid the three of you any mind. But for the cameras, and the older, non-progressive powers at play, you tried to be discrete. Which usually wasn’t a problem, except for when you wanted nothing more to kiss both your boyfriends, one after the other.  

You leaned in against Daniel’s chest, his back to the spying cameras leaning into the garages. You turned your head and psst’d in Michael’s direction. When he looked up and locked eyes with you you smiled at him. 

“I love you, Papi.” you said sweetly. You giggled when a blush spread across Michael’s face. 

“You don’t love Daddy?” Daniel asked, making you and Michael groan.

“No one knows how to ruin a moment like you, mate.” Michael clapped him on the shoulder before walking around him, slowing briefly to brush past him to quickly reassure over Daniel’s shoulder. “I do.” 

Daniel hummed happily and looked down at you. “Still cute, even if it is a present from Mick.”

You rolled your eyes.

-

You and Michael were standing out of your seats, the both of you nervously laughing and smiling as you watched Daniel’s final sector go purple, matching the last two. You two and the whole rest of the garage erupted into cheers as Daniel secured P2 for the starting grid tomorrow. Michael picked you up and spun you around and you clinged to him, the two of you so happy for your lover. Michael walked with you in his arms and dropped you to your feet in front of Daniel’s driver’s room door. 

“See you two in a bit.” You smiled big up at him as he nodded. 

You stood in the corner of the room, bouncing on your heels as you scrolled through twitter, reading all the excited and celebratory tweets that people had written for Daniel. It made you feel even more giddy. 

When the door opened and you saw that familiar big smile, you threw yourself into his arms. You repeatedly told him how happy you were and how much you loved him as he happily giggled and held you to him. When he finally placed you down, Michael came up beside you two and pulled the both of you in towards him, the three of you kissing.

You couldn’t help but moan as you felt all tongue coming from different directions. You whined when suddenly it stopped and you looked up to see Michael and Daniel clinging to each other, their mouths meshing together sloppily. You whimpered loudly and they pulled away.

“Oh, does our little Princess wanna finally put that hat to use?” Daniel teased you as you stood there playing with the ends of your short babydoll dress.

“Reminds me of the first time we did this in here.” Michael was unzipping Dans suit, stroking his abs over the thin material of the shirt he had on underneath.

Daniel grinned at him. “Yeah it does, doesn’t it?” He pecked Michael’s lips with his own. “Let’s head back to the room.” 

You and Michael looked at Daniel in shock as he laughed at you two. “You’ll both get to suck my dick but just in the room. And, I think we should invite someone.” Daniel made a point to look at your hat. 

“Really?” You could feel the shock on your face.

Daniel nodded, “Yeah, Pup escaped his punishment over break but he sure as fuck isn’t now.” 

You and Michael both turned and looked at each other, sharing a cheeky look.

-

When you did get back to the room, Daniel had stripped down, telling you both he had to go shower before you guys got up to anything. He had also reassured the two of you that he had already texted Mick and that he was on his way to the room. You and Michael had looked at each other excitedly and chatted while you waited for your lover to rejoin you. You had kicked off your sandals, laying on the bed next to him before stretching to place your hat on the beside table. 

When Daniel finally got out of the shower, he walked out with shorts on and playfully climbed over Michael to settle in between the two of you. 

“Okay, I want to be ravaged now.” You and Michael laughed at how he had his arms outstretched to each side of him. 

You both moved in towards him, kissing every inch of skin you could. You both licked at his neck and bare chest to give your racer the attention he deserved. Even though it would’ve looked like everyone’s attention was on each other, you could feel the anticipation in the room. Everyone was waiting for Mick.

You were gently sucking on Daniel’s collarbone when you heard the knock. Papi pulled away from you both and climbed off the bed to get the door. Daniel quickly rolled on top of you, making you moan as his hard body pressed yours into the mattress and he licked into your mouth. He still had jeans on, so when he ground his hips down into your center you whined, the rough material brushing harshly into your soft inner thighs. 

He turned your head so he could suck at your neck, making you cry out at the way his teeth scraped your skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist. With your head turned, you could see your cowboy hat resting on the bedside table. You heard a whimper from the other side of the room, but couldn’t turn your head with Daniel in your neck. When Daniel leaned back, he pecked your lips before he leaned back and you both took in the view. 

Mick stood at the corner of the room in the doorway, leaned back against Michael. Michael was whispering in his ear with his hand rubbing on Mick’s pelvis. You had no idea what was going on, but it looked so hot to see Michael taking Mick apart with just words and some petting. 

“Hi Pup,” Daniel called, getting Mick and Michael’s attention. “You didn’t think we’d just let you go, did you?” Daniel slinked off the bed, slowly dragging his bare feet to Mick. 

You leaned over so you could watch how he fisted Mick’s hair and pulled Mick to him, but quickly dodged Mick’s mouth, crashing into Michael’s instead. You exhaled shakily as you saw the way Mick pouted before he quickly steeled his face, trying to act tough. You giggled and he turned his face towards you, Daniel’s grip having turned slack.

“Don’t fucking look at her.” Daniel manhandled Mick to look back at him, making Mick moan as Daniel laughed. “Now you’re remembering who’s in charge.”

Mick looked at Daniel for a moment. “You weren’t in charge when you left her with me.” He sassed. 

Daniel stroked the side of Mick’s face, “Oh, darling. I’m gonna break you just like I broke her.” You remembered the sweet buttery tone from when he was training you. 

You whimpered at the memories, crawled to the end of the bed and held your arms out to Michael as he walked around Mick and Daniel to get to you. He held you up against him on your knees, kissing your cheek and neck as you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your eyes glued on Mick and Daniel. 

“Papi,” you whimpered.

“I know, darling, I know.” Michael wrapped his one arm around your waist and easily lifted you against him as he crawled up the bed to lay you out on it. 

You sighed into the mattress as Michael’s heavy body pressed into yours. You looked over Michael’s shoulder as Daniel pushed Mick to his knees in front of him. You shivered as Michael pulled your dress over your head, and licked at the delicate lace that covered your breasts.  

“Suck it.” 

You heard Daniel say, and looked up just in time to watch Daniel slap his heavy cock on Mick’s tongue. Mick wrapped his lips around the head of Daniel’s dick, and began bobbing his head, taking about half of Daniel’s length. 

You sighed as Michael pulled off your lace bra, and sucked on your breast, your hand coming up to press to the back of his head. You reached down Michael’s back and pulled his shirt off. He let you pull it over his head before he reattached his lips to your tit. You looked down and traced all the crevices and lines of strong muscle that stretched across his shoulders. 

“Fuck, at least you already know how to suck cock good.” Daniel growled. 

You heard Michael whimper into you skin before he pressed his forehead to your belly, pausing for a moment before he kissed his way down to your panty covered center. The thin lacework was basically just decorating your pussy cause you could see right through it. Michael didn’t bother pulling them off and instead licked at you through them. 

You gasped and arched you back. “Papi, please.” You moaned, not even sure what you were asking for. 

“My needy girl.” He mumbled against your hip before ducking down to lick at you.

Daniel looked over at the sound of your voice. You looked to the side of the bed and saw how Daniel pulled his cock from Mick’s mouth, shoved his pants down and kicked them off before he squatted in front of Mick, grabbed the boy’s hair and turning him towards where you and Michael were. You arched your back and whined as you saw the way Daddy and Mick stared you down.

“You see Papi eating her through her panties? That yummy little cunt between her legs, do you see that?” Mick moaned and nodded his head the best he could with Daniel’s grip on him. Daniel harshly smiled at him. “That’s exactly what you’re not getting tonight.”

“Baby, how’s Papi doing?” Daniel called to you. 

You could barely focus from the way your panties felt wetter and wetter from both Michael’s mouth and tongue and your own arousal. You gasped as you felt the hot press of the tip of his tongue drag the hot appendage and the rough lace across your clit.

“So good, Daddy.” You moaned and opened your legs wider as Michael got situated between your legs, hooking his thick arms around your thighs to hold you open and to him. “He,” you shuttered at another generous suck. “He’s sucking on my clit.”

“Does it feel good, baby?” 

“Yes!” You cried out and arched your back as Michael opened his mouth to suck your clit between his teeth, the harshness of it making your body jolt. 

Daniel kept Mick on his knees watching you get eaten out by Michael as he walked around him, pulling his clothes off. When he went to pull Mick’s pants down, he shoved the younger man roughly forward on to his elbows to pull his pants off the rest of his legs. Mick whimpered when his elbows rubbed the carpet and Daniel was over him in a flash, covering his nude body with his own as he pressed his chest to Mick’s back. 

“It’s a shame you’re such a brat, cause you’re so fucking gorgeous. I’d love to take my time with you.” Mick shivered as Daniel dragged a sole finger down his spine before he smacked his ass hard. “But not today.” 

You whined as you watched Daniel force him on to the bed across from your own. “Hey Mike,” Michael pulled his lips from you, his lips swollen and red from all the work he’d been putting in. “reckon she deserves some direct contact?” 

Michael laughed and kissed your covered pussy once before he leaned back and peeled them off of you. You giggled when he threw him to Daniel before you let out a loud whimper as you watched Daniel shove them into Mick’s mouth.

“Keep her panties in your mouth, I’ll take them out when I want to.” 

He kissed Mick’s mouth before he shoved him down flat on the bed and spread his legs in tandem with Michael spreading yours. You moaned and looked up at the ceiling as Michael began licking right into your core, Mick’s muffled moans mingled in the air with yours as Daniel ate him out. 

“Fuck, she’s dripping, so fucking wet, I can’t.” Michael told Daniel as he sat up and turned you over. 

You let out a surprised cry as your ass was pulled up against Michael’s pelvis, his hardness pressed against your lips and he moved his hips, dry humping you as his cock pressed to your sensitive skin. Your collarbones were flat against the bed, and you couldn’t help but circle your hips a bit to get some more friction.

“Impatient fucks.” Daniel muttered. 

You watched him manhandle Mick the same way, until he was on knees the same way you were. When Daniel left the bed, you whimpered. Michael leaned over you and kissed your spine, pressing himself harder down into you. 

“Almost baby, almost. Fuck, look at Mick.” You hadn’t looked away since Michael had turned you over. “God, I wished I’d been there for you, would’ve loved to fuck the fight out of you. See what Daddy did to make you the good little girl you are.”

You whimpered at the words, reaching back to intertwine your fingers with Michael’s on your hip. “I can still be like that for you.” You purred back at him. Michael moaned at your words.

Daniel climbed back on to the bed, drawing everyone’s attention back to him as he poured lube on his condom covered cock. You moaned at the sight as you felt Michael chuckle. Mick moaned as Daniel tapped himself against Mick’s hole. 

“Feel that, stupid slut? It’s a condom so I don’t cum in you.” 

You whimpered at Daniel’s words and looked at Mick who was already looking at you. He winked at you and you giggled. Daniel reached down and pulled your panties from Mick’s mouth, throwing them on the floor. He pushed Mick’s back down so Mick laid flat on the bed, Michael following his lead as he laid you out too. 

You and Mick both shut your eyes, cutting off eye contact as your moans filled the room at Michael and Daniel filling you. Michael softly pushed into you until his lower half rested on yours, his arms on each side of your head holding him up. When you opened your eyes, you wrapped your hands around each wrist, sighing as he rocked into you. 

You looked over to see Daniel the same way, but his head was down, his forehead rested between Mick’s shoulder blades as Mick squirmed underneath his lean body. You recognized the look, it was the same way you got when one or both of your lovers just overwhelmed your body. 

Daniel lifted his head and scraped his teeth on Mick’s shoulder blade, the younger man whimpering below him and he rolled his hips against Mick. 

“Do you get it now, sweet pup?” Daniel said soft against his back. “Do you see who’s in charge?” 

Mick whimpered, but didn’t agree. Daniel’s hips pulled back before he drove them forward, using gravity to slam himself home into Mick. Mick cried out and his eyes opened and looked to you. You were trapped under Michael’s body, the large muscled body having covered yours completely at some point, his hips still rocked into your back, not quite thrusting but reminding you over and over that he was inside you. As if his thickness plugging you wasn’t enough to do that.

Michael turned your face so he could lick into your mouth from the side, and you moaned loud into his mouth as you heard Mick’s cries as Daniel railed him into the bed. It took Michael a minute, but once your lips parted he started driving himself into you, making you cry out as he overwhelmed your nerves. Your body came alive from his thrusts, your body limp underneath him as you took it as good as you got.

Mick was loud, you couldn’t believe it. Your whole body was starting to feel floaty as you listened to his whimpers and cries as Daniel drove into him. When Michael leaned back up on his forearms you could see that Daniel had turned him over and had Mick’s legs around his waist, their foreheads pressed to each other as Daniel muttered against Mick’s lips as Mick struggled to keep quiet. You whimpered, wishing you could hear what Daniel was telling Mick. 

You gasped when pulled you up on to your hands and knees, his hand gripping your hair so the only thing you could see was the ceiling. He snapped his hips forwards, his own groans matching yours as you both got louder than Mick. 

“Fuck, Papi!” You let out a high pitched cry as you felt yourself tighten around Michael’s cock, the sensation made your arms and legs that were supporting you shake. 

“Beg, baby, beg.” Michael muttered, chasing his orgasm after yours. 

“Please, Papi, please.” You cried out, your eyes had begun to water, the overstimulation becoming very real very fast. 

Daniel sat up, not letting up on the way he was hitting Mick’s prostate. “What do you want, baby? Tell Papi or he won’t give it to you.” 

You whimpered and began begging for him to cum in you, to fill you up and make you full. Michael cursed as he hit into you harder, his large hands grabbed your biceps, squeezing your arms to hold you up as your back arched sharply. Your own cries came from the pain of feeling like your arms were going to be pulled out and your back break but the absolute sweetness of him filling you was making you feel like you were going to cum any moment so there wasn’t a fucking chance you were tapping out now. 

“See, pup? Watch him cum in her, and remember what it was like cause it’s never fucking happening again.” Daniel taunted Mick and that was it for Michael and you.

You both came at the same time, Michael collapsing on top of you as both your bodies twitched and shook at the exertion and force of cumming the way you did. You felt Michael’s head turn with yours as you both looked over at Mick and Daniel. They were looking at the two of you while Daniel rocked into Mick much more gentle now. 

“Show him,” Daniel looked at Michael.

Michael kissed your cheek before he rolled on to his side, his arm around you keeping against him. You gasped when Michael pulled your leg up, hooking his arm under your leg so it was bent up towards the ceiling, pulling your pussy open on Michael’s dick. 

“Fuck, this is gonna torture us both.” Michael sighed into your hair as he began gently thrusting into you, dragging his cum covered cock in and out of your spent pussy. 

You closed your eyes and let out a moan as the sensation made you grip him harder, your pussy desperate for a break that wasn’t going to come anytime soon. 

You heard a growl and opened your eyes, seeing Mick gasping against the sheets, his face towards the ceiling as he grit his teeth, his back arching. You looked down his flushed body, the red blush spreading from his face down his chest. Daniel was jerking off Mick’s cock in his hand, staying still inside of him. From the look on Daniel’s face, he was the one who growled and was watching Michael fuck his own cum into you. 

Mick choked on air for a moment as his cock started spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. Daniel moaned as he watched Mick cum, pulling his attention away from you and Michael. Michael sighed into your hair and dropped your leg, curling himself around you and breathing heavily behind you. You wrapped your arms around his around you and sighed, letting your Papi hold you close as he laid boneless behind you. 

You heard a slap and opened your eyes, seeing the shocked and reddened face of Mick’s, Daniel’s hand holding his jaw. “We’re not done.” 

You whimpered against Michael, feeling him kiss your shoulder before he pulled out of you and moved away from you. You cried out and went to turn over, but suddenly Daniel was grabbing your ankle, pulling you the the edge on the side of the bed. He lifted your legs, spreading them and folding them to your sides. He lifted his own left leg and rested it on the bed, his right leg staying on the floor. 

“You thought I’d cum in you?” Daniel asked, his eyes glued on Mick where Mick was a mess on the bed, covered in cum and as you looked at him you realized there were tear tracks too. 

Daniel made a show of pulling the condom off his cock before he gently touched your chin, and kissed your lips. “Can you take me, sweetheart?” 

You nodded and smiled at him. “Always, Daddy.” 

Daniel chuckled as he leaned back and pushed his tip to your entrance before pushing into your cum filled pussy. “Fuck, Papi, you always fill her so much.” Daniel groaned as his long cock easily slid into her slicked up hole. You giggled as the pleasure made you feel dreamy, your nerves fried at this point. 

“What’d I tell you?” Daniel looked at Mick as he struggled to thrust into you, his hips already losing rhythm from the tightened, hot slippery wetness he kept dipping his dick into. “I told you, you stupid pup, we’re the only ones allowed to cum in her and I’d fuck you up if you ever did.” 

Daniel moaned as he began to fill you, you whimpered low from the back of your throat as you felt so full, a moan breaking through your shaky voice as Michael hand reached over you and rubbed at your lower belly, pushing down gently, making you and Daniel cry out as a pulse of cum was forced out around Daniel’s cock. 

Daniel laughed softly and looked down at you and Michael’s confused faces. “Forgot the hat, again.” You whimpered, unable to handle the contractions that were happening inside you as it was, you didn’t want to laugh right now. You stuck your tongue out at Daddy as Michael sighed and shook his head. Daniel took a breath and leaned back, savoring the feeling of being inside you before he looked over at Mick, all business again. 

“Come, pup.” 

Mick let himself slip off the bed, his cock still hard and swollen between his legs as he obediently crawled the few feet between the beds to get to Daniel’s feet. Daniel kneeled up on the bed, hissing loudly as he quickly pulled himself from you. Suddenly Michael was on the other side of you and you watched as your lovers each grabbed a leg and held you open over the edge of the bed, in front of Mick.

“Lick us out of her.”

-

Good News List

Australian Daddy Express plus the new blond kid masterlist

[tomlinswons]

Demorei a postar porque aconteceu uns imprevistos em casa, mas nada de mais. Espero que gostem, e aguardem para mais capítulos! xoxo!

Parte um  ㅤ|ㅤ Parte dois ㅤ|ㅤ Parte três

MY FAVORITE MODEL.

Naquele momento eu queria que o tempo parasse, apenas para que eu pudesse chegar a tempo da reunião. Queria que todas aquelas pessoas abrissem passagem na calçada para que eu não precisasse pedir licença e acabasse esbarrando sem querer nelas. Queria ter um carro, o que me facilitaria andar com todas aquelas pastas. 

Queria que o mundo não estivesse acabando bem acima da minha cabeça.

Meus passos tentavam ao máximo se apressar e não tropeçar um no outro, evitando (sem sucesso) as poças de água que se formavam devido a chuva. Quando avistei o grande prédio onde eu trabalhava pude sentir uma pontinha de felicidade, chegaria com apenas 25 minutos de atraso. Eu passei pela grande porta giratória de forma desengonçada, ignorando qualquer comentário sobre o meu estado atual e me dirigindo à recepção, onde Coraline me olhava com um careta.

— Está procurando um estilo próprio? — ela perguntou quando eu parei em frente ao balcão, fechando o guarda-chuva de qualquer jeito. Eu olhei para as minhas roupas molhadas e grunhi ao perceber que havia colocado um par de botas diferentes e que a jaqueta estava pelo avesso.

— Sem comentários, por favor — pedi, colocando minha bolsa e uma das pastas que eu carregava em cima do balcão. — As correspondências são para o 5º andar, e as papeladas de demissão vão direto para Karl. Não me pergunte quem é Hope e o que ela está fazendo no meio das fotos para o desfile — falei um tanto quanto rápido, não deixando que Coraline comentasse sobre a foto da garota de cabelo rosa. — Estou atrasada, provavelmente essa é a última vez que você vai me ver por aqui, então quero que cuide de Fred para mim.

— Ela já me ligou 7 vezes, num intervalo de 5 minutos. — A loirinha pegou os papéis de dentro das pastas. — Você não está tão ferrada quanto parece.

— Evans. — Ouvi uma voz um pouco distante e meu rosto se contorceu, fazendo Cora segurar o riso, antes de eu me virar com um sorriso nervoso. — Está atrasada.

— Eu sei, senhora Carter, é que... — tentei me desculpar, mas fui interrompida. 

— Ande, sem desculpas. — Melanie deu às costas para mim e foi até o elevador, deixando-me no saguão do prédio. Eu suspirei cansada e Cora me olhou amigavelmente.

— Se você ainda quiser o seu emprego, eu sugiro que leve esse monte de pastas até aquela maldita sala de reuniões — Cora disse empurrando as pastas para mim. Eu suspirei novamente e peguei tudo nos braços. 

A sala de reuniões ficava no 8º andar, o elevador parecia subir mais lento que o normal naquele dia. Meus olhos não saiam da tela onde os números mudavam enquanto meus dedos batucavam sem paciência nas pastas. O barulho feito ao chegar no andar de destino fez meu coração palpitar de expectativa. Ao sair do elevador, Melanie discutia com uma estagiária que estava encolhida com um tablet nas mãos, me fazendo ter quase pena dela.

— Tentarei atualizar a agenda o quanto antes, senhora Carter — a garota disse enquanto se afastava com passos rápidos. Eu respirei fundo e comecei a caminhar até Melanie, que estava olhando as horas no relógio impacientemente antes de perceber minha presença.

— Finalmente, Evans! — Eu deixei minha bolsa no chão e peguei a pasta que Melanie precisava.

— Eu arrumei os gráficos e selecionei os modelos que você pediu. Talvez Steve não seja uma escolha adequada visto que ele não falou bem da revista — falei ao lhe entregar os relatórios que eu havia passado a madrugada fazendo. — Além dos gráficos de desempenho da empresa que consegui com Peter, consegui organizar os melhores horários para ligar para os fotógrafos. — Ela passou os olhos pelas folhas (muito bem organizadas por mim, diga-se de passagem) enquanto eu explicava.

— Irei esquecer esse seu atraso apenas pelo fato de ter trazido tudo o que pedi — Melanie disse sem levantar o olhar. — Você irá participar da reunião comigo. — Dito isso, ela deu às costas e foi para a sala de reuniões, onde já dava para ouvir vozes e risadas que não eram conhecidas por minha pessoa. 

Eu respirei fundo e peguei minha bolsa do chão, a seguindo para a maldita sala de reuniões. Eu gostaria de ter ficado fora daquela reunião no instante seguinte em que eu fechei a porta atrás de mim. 

Todos os olhares se voltaram para mim, inclusive o dele.

— Queiram me desculpar pelo atraso de minha funcionária, acredito que isso não nos prejudicará — Melanie se pôs a falar enquanto eu caminhava para uma poltrona fora da mesa, evitando qualquer contato visual com quem estava presente.

— Ah, eu me senti um tanto prejudicado, Melanie. — A voz que eu menos queria ouvir naquele momento deu o ar da graça. — Que tipo de funcionária você anda contratando para uma revista tão prestigiada?

— A mesma funcionária que quase implorou para que eu o fizesse modelo meses atrás, Styles. — Ela precisava lembrar desse fato, pensei aborrecida. — Se você está aqui agora, deveria ser um pouco grato.

— A propósito, o termos do contrato para o próximo desfile são um tanto quanto absurdos. Gostaria de revisá-los. — Uma outra mulher cortou o clima que começara a pairar no ar. Eu poderia agradecê-la, pois de nada me acrescentaria àquela reunião. 

Eu me mantive quieta durante a reunião, eles falavam sobre assuntos que eu dificilmente conseguia entender, ainda mais por Harry ficar me encarando de hora em hora. Era irritante o fato de ele ainda ter poderes sobre mim, por menor que sejam. 

A reunião havia acabado, e eu praticamente corria para fora daquela sala antes que mais alguém perguntasse sobre o meu desempenho como secretária de Melanie Carter. Coraline havia tirado seu tempo para o almoço e combinara comigo de nos encontrarmos para almoçarmos juntas, no entanto o plano de sair da sala de reuniões sem ser notada desceu por água abaixo. 

Harry Styles estava parado perto do elevador com seus olhos grudados na tela do celular; eu poderia descer pelas escadas e fazer de conta que eu não o havia visto, isso se ele não tivesse desviado o olhar do celular para as minhas botas levemente molhadas. 

— Há um conceito para isso? — ele perguntou, agora olhando para o meu rosto, possivelmente ruborizado.

— Atraso, apenas — respondi, indo em direção ao quadro de botões do elevador. 

— Está me evitando, S/n? — ele disse, se colocando ao meu lado, com um dos ombros encostado à parede. Eu respirei fundo, impaciente. 

— Não, Styles, eu apenas estou com fome. — Apertei o botão do elevador mais uma vez, como se isso agilizasse o processo de ele subir, sem fazer contato visual com o indivíduo ao meu lado.

— Eu posso te levar para almoçar, se quiser. Tem um restaurante logo...

— Não, obrigada, já tenho companhia — o cortei, vendo-o recuar quando o elevador finalmente chegara ao andar. A sensação de novamente vê-lo ali na empresa me deixava um tanto incomodada; eu não sabia o que se passava na cabeça de Styles.

— Olha só, a garota que odiava comer com alguém a olhando agora almoça com uma companhia — debochou, com um sorriso de lado. Eu ignorei seu comentário enquanto adentrava o elevador com ele ao meu encalço. — Estou surpreso, de verdade.

— Poupe sua língua com algo útil, Styles, estou sem tempo para os seus comentários — soltei por fim, vendo as portas do elevador fechar. Enquanto o elevador descia ao andar que eu o havia destinado, meus olhos estavam presos no teto espelhado, enquanto os de Harry estavam presos em mim. 

Aquila era uma situação desconfortável de inúmeras maneiras.

— Achei que você gostava da minha língua, S/n. — O ouvi murmurar, sentindo seus olhar na direção do meu rosto. 

— Isso já faz meses, não sinto nada por você agora — murmurei de volta, sentindo um estranho frio na barriga; impaciente, também, pela demora do elevador chegar ao primeiro andar. Eu teria feito algo de tão ruim para os Deuses me castigarem dessa maneira?

— Qual é, Evans? Vai entrar em estado de negação agora? — ele reclamou. Nesse momento eu o olhei.

— Escuta aqui, Styles, eu não vou falar mais de uma vez; me esquece. Você teve a sua chance e desperdiçou, eu não vou ser feita de trouxa novamente — falei, me aproximando mais do que devia do dito cujo. — Você simplesmente sumiu, me ignorou a semana toda e depois apareceu com aquela pink hair  em todas as capas de revistas e...

— Você está com ciúmes da Hope, S/n? — ele me interrompeu, com o mesmo sorriso presunçoso de sempre. Eu estava levemente ofegante, próxima demais de Harry, dando para sentir seu perfume inconfundível.

Eu estava a um passo de mandá-lo se foder, se não fosse o som tão divino do elevador parando. Eu respirei fundo e dei às costas, deixando o garoto para trás.

Tudo bem estar a fim de um dos modelos mais cobiçados pela as maiores revistas da atualidade meses atrás, mas custava esse modelo ser justamente Harry Styles? O mais egocêntrico e desprezível ser humano que já tenha passado na minha vida? E agora... Bom, ele está de volta. 

Obrigada universo por conspirar contra mim novamente.

[keepswingin]

and the moon above is full...

It’s the way he’s standing that throws her off.

Usually it’s hunched shoulders and standing on the balls of his feet, always ready to run at a moments notice.

Tonight it’s different, and he looks different too.

His smirk is still there - it always is - but there’s no malice behind it, and his eyes, always so guarded, seem brighter under the full moon, more open.

“What are you doing here?” She asks in a whisper, not wanting her nosy neighbors to hear more than they already would.

His smirk grows wider, and there’s a glint in his eyes that she’s unfamiliar with. It seems almost...playful. Daring. Challenging.

Something wells in her stomach, and her mind goes to Zed. He’s never looked at her like that before.

He’s looked at her with dopey smiles and wide grins. He’s greeted her with quick kisses in-between classes when no one else is in the hall, and hand in hand, and a hand on her wrist, cold where she’s warm.

He’s always treated her sweeter than the sun, and he’s never looked at her like that. Treading the line between too far and far enough. Wyatt seems to have mastered it perfect with her and he’s only been in town for three days.

It’s been the longest three days of her life.

“That’s how you greet me?” He says, not bothering to quiet his own voice. He takes a step toward her, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It took me a good hour to get away from the pack, you know.”

“So?” She blurts without thinking, and he goes quiet a moment.

“So, you’re worth it.”

He shrugs his shoulders as he says it, like it’s already a known fact, and glances down at his scuffed boots.

She knows so many words, and yet feels like she can find none as he kicks at a random rock that’s ended up on her doorstep. The pebble goes flying across the yard and lands in the perfectly trimmed grass a few feet away.

When their eyes meet again, she feels herself go still.

“Listen,” he says, taking a step forwards, grabbing at her wrist, and his touch is so gentle that Zed flashes in front of her eyes again, but Wyatt’s so far from Zed that its almost hard to think they’re both flesh-eating creatures at their cores.

Wyatt’s so...

“I know werewolves weren’t on Seabrook’s agenda for this week, but I won’t apologize for it. Because we’re here, and the humans? They’re scared, and just like the zombies, we want something better for us too.”

Her arm feels like it’s on fire, like he’s lighting up something under her skin, and it’s not a bad feeling. He’s not a bad person, at his core. She knows he isn’t. He never was.

He’s almost too honest once you get to know him.

“Did anything really change since that pep rally Addison?” He asks, lowering his voice now, finally, though Ms. Jenson next door already has her head poked out the front door, her hair up in pink curlers and a frown twisting her lips.

“The laws were revoked, and zombies were finally allowed places. Werewolves come to town, and suddenly everything’s back to how it used to be, yet, somehow, worse.” He’s not smiling as he says it, and he sounds sad, forlorn about something she doesn’t understand yet.

He takes a step closer to her, intruding her personal space. She doesn’t mind, never does when it comes to him, and she feels warmer almost immediately.

“All monsters deserve better,” he says, his eyes searching her face, “because we’re not all monsters.”

He moves closer still, his hand sliding up her arm to her cheek, goosebumps prickling her skin.

“I want something better,” he admits in a whisper, his lips inches away from hers, “something I don’t think I deserve.”

He kisses her, slow at first, harder as the clouds part above, as the moon shines bright. Addison’s eyes slip shut and Ms. Jenson next door gasps and slams her front door shut but neither teen plays much attention.

Addison wants to run a hand across his skin, from his shoulder to his neck, maybe cup his cheek, but before she can, he’s pulling back.

When she opens her eyes, there’s a sad smile stretched across his lips. His hands are shoved back into his pockets, and he rocks on the balls on his feet.

“I don’t deserve you, Addison, but I wish one day that I could.”

She blinks, and opens her mouth to object, but by then he’s gone, and the night feels cold once again.

[heartfeltheart]

Alchemy: Magic Vs. Science

Chapters: 15/25 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Series: Part 1 of 9. Summary: Magic and Science, are they the same or are they completely different? It just takes one person to point out all up and downs. Along with breaking the stereotypes that come up with being a wizard, alchemist and most of all being human. Thank you, @amynchan! D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

“English and Edward’s accented voice.” “Amestrian or another foreign language.” “Written notes.” ‘Thoughts.’ First Name: Informal Last Name: Formal (Or used to annoy others)

"BASTARD!"

"SHORTY!"

"WE ARE THE SAME HEIGHT NOW, STOP SAYING THAT!"

"...Really?"

"You barely noticed."

"SHUT UP!"

"MAKE ME!"

Complete and utter chaos is the only way that the Auror's could describe the scene before them. The moment that Colonel Elric stood in front of an inconspicuous looking wall and yelled out 'Colonel Bastard', they wondered if the muggle had lost his mind. Then to their complete and utter shock, someone responded with a scream that they could only describe annoyance and disbelief. A light filled the alleyway and once it went away, the wall was gone, revealing two muggles. One was the fire street performer from earlier and the other one was...half naked and crying.

Colonel Elric walked up to the shorter of the two muggles and they started to argue in a different language. As those two argued, the other man started to blubber, cry and sparkle. If that was some type of magic, they do not want to know...

Soft footsteps reverberated from the entrance of the alleyway, and they turned to see a woman with blonde hair and brown eyes with a dog. The canine kept looking towards their way, occasionally baring its teeth at them warningly. His mistress paid no mind to them as she headed towards the end of the alleyway of the arguing men. She appeared to be completely unperturbed by the scene before her. One of the Auror's called out to her, to remove her from the scene, when the blonde pulled out a small muggle metal object from her person. Only one or two of the Auror's knew what that object was, their eyes went wide when the women pointed her gun at the arguing man. Without warning.... three bangs filled the air.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Elric and Mustang stopped their argument, their eyes wide in complete fear as they saw three bullet holes on a dumpster that was right next to them. Smoke trailed through the bullet holes only seemed to intensify the tense atmosphere. No one spoke as they feared the beauty will turn her weapon on them.

"H-h-he-e-e-l-l-l-o-o, Lei-" Edward cleared his throat with fear clearly evident in his voice. "Lieutenant Hawkeye!"

"It's Captain Hawkeye now, Colonel Elric." Hawkeye stated in English, her voice is extremely lightly accented. It was far better than Elric's by miles.

"Captain?" One of the Auror's asked with a look of befuddlement. "Colonel Elric?"

"What the bloody hell just happened?" The Head Auror yelled out, ignored the previously asked question. He pointed a hand at Hawkeye, who still had her gun out. "You nearly killed them with that-that-that-"

"That's a muggle weapon called a gun..." One of the other Auror's piped up but paid any mind to him.

"You could have missed and killed them!"

Elric and Mustang glanced at each other with wide eyes, looks of complete shock that quickly turned into amusement. They wrapped an arm around each other's shoulders and began to laugh. It appeared whatever anger they had for each other earlier had gone and they actually looked like friends for once.

"Hawkeye missing her target?"

"She never misses! Never!"

"Who do they think they are?"

"I told you that they are idiots."

The Auror's knew that Elric and Mustang were making fun of them, even if they could not understand what was being said. They wanted to yell at them, to tell them what they are blabbering about. However, the fear of being shot by the woman or get mauled by her canine kept them quiet, including using their magic to use a spell to figure out what is being said. The gun was still spewing out smoke...

"OWWWW! What the hell Fullmetal! That was my foot!"

"Stop pulling my hair, Bastard!"

"Stop stepping on me then! You still have your automail!"

"Then move your foot!"

Hawkeye let out a sigh, she knew something like this was going to happen. It was inevitable. This was just a time bomb, ticking away to explode in complete insanity. There was only one cure for such situation...violence, intimidation, and fear.

Bang!

Bang!

The bullet soared through the air, narrowly missing Elric's right arm and Mustang's eye. Both males eyes widen in complete fear. They know that Hawkeye never misses, but that still puts the fear into them. Warning shots... They need to behave properly in front of government officials...fun.

"That's two warning shots. You know what comes next." Hawkeye stated, she casually reloaded her gun to emphasize her point.

"I am sorry, Captain Hawkeye." Edward apologized.

Hawkeye gave Mustang a pointed look and the man apologized for his own behavior.

"I apologize for my behavior." Mustang strained out, he and Elric untangled from each other and stood at an arm's length from each other. A shadow fell over them and both men swore they saw sparkles before they were engulfed in an, oh so familiar Armstrong embrace.

"Oh! Friends making up and being friends, such a glorious day!"

"Get him off from me!"

"Armstrong!"

If the Auror's weren't terrified already, they were most diffidently now.

-.-

"So... Mustang."

"Fullmetal?"

"First off, THE FUCK? Seriously, the Fuck? Why are you here?"

"Well, as per usual, I'm-"

"And SECONDLY, STOP calling me that! Really! Just 'Ed' works, for the millionth time. Are you getting deaf, Old Bastard?"

"You're still a Colone-"

"And you're still a Bastard!"

"Oh? Well, you're still a ShRiMp!"

Hawkeye sighed, sensing another argument approach. She looked pointedly at them, loudly cocking her pistol to make a point. Forget the fact they are currently in the British Ministry of Magic and surrounded by stick-wielding idiots, this was a matter of her losing her sanity. It just took that single click to get Elric and Mustang attention. Both men wrapped an arm around each other's shoulders and shook each other's good hands as a sign of friendship. An extremely forced and terrified friendship. Hawkeye gave them one last look before she continued of forward.

The moment that Hawkeye turned away, Elric and Mustang glared at each other. That went away whenever the brown-eyed blonde turned around, it was all smiles and laughter. The Auror's, Ministry Official's and many bystanders watched the scene before them with different views. Many view the Amestrians as complete idiots, there was no way they are high ranking military officials with that type of attitude. Another group saw this as an opportunity to use in their favor. If this is how they run a country, then everything will be far easier for their own agenda. The last group watched on with hidden mirth. It was amusing to watch, to say the least.

Especially the fact two grown men are terrified of a small dog and said dog's owner.

Then again, it was all fun and games until someone loses an eye or limb. In this case, it might as well be both.

After walking through the sixth corridor, Mustang cleared his throat to get Elric's attention. The Golden Blonde inconspicuously glanced over to see his superior officer giving him a look they needed to discuss something. A discussion that needed to be kept under wraps and no arguing from either of them. With a humph, Elric fell into step with Mustang without forcing their interaction to seem fake.

"Yes?"

"Is there anything else I should know before we enter?"

"Besides the fact no one seems to have common sense, whatever logic they have goes through one ear and into another and I am being honest here...I am surprised I haven't maimed or killed anyone. Or myself for that matter..." Elric rotated his left arm as he spoke, Mustang was "Besides the obvious... if you thought the Military was corrupt from within, you'll have a field day here trying to dig up every conspiracy this place has to offer."

Mustang facepalmed, he did not even bother to hide his annoyance. The last thing he needed is more conspiracies, let alone in a place filled with whackos. "Politics?"

"...I just told you..."

"Fullmetal."

"Tch. Fine. The British Ministry of Magic... What I know mostly deals with the children. I know from what I have heard from my friends here, students, and you get the picture..." Elric reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he caught sight of a woman wearing nothing but a horrid shade of pink. The mere sight of it nearly blinded him and by the looks of it, his military friends had a similar issue with it. "This ministry is controlling every aspect in that school. They are not teaching any subjects that could help them in a... muggle setting... They are ensuring what is taught to them, makes them stay in this idiotic world. With no chances of being able to blend into any other society. This government makes everything seem so loony, but in the background, all that is them controlling everything."

"...Are you correcting it?"

Elric slowly shifted over to look at Mustang with a deadpanned expression. Mustang gave him a slide glace to see the Golden Blonde's own expression, he coughed into his gloved hand and took that as his answer. "Should have known the answer already."

"Well no duh..."

"Here we are..." One of the Auror's said opening large oak doors to reveal a room that had a long table with chairs surrounding it. The walls had paintings, all of whom Elric assumes to be past officials of the Ministry of Magic. Now for the upcoming headaches that only meetings, paperwork and people that have nothing to do with politics could do.

-.-

Severus stared the piece of paper that laid on Edward's desk. It was a clear outline what the Alchemy Teacher expected to be done while in his absence. In this case, Severus was currently subbing for said teacher and was left at a loss. He would have thought being a potion's master would give an edge along with studying Edward's notes. It appeared none of that is helping him at that moment.

In the unspecified amount of time that Severus had known Edward, he had always managed, if only just, to grasp Edward's understanding and logic of the world. Even at Edward's most confused, angry, or seemingly deranged moments, Severus had managed to work out what was needed to maintain at least a basic conversation with the blonde. Today, looking at Edward's notes for his class, he was at a complete at a complete loss. For the first time since his own school days, Severus had zero ideas of what to do.

"Sir?"

Severus glanced over to see one of the Alchemy student's starting at the piece of paper on the desk. Judging from the student's expression, they knew what was written on it. "What?"

"Need help translating it?"

Severus looked at the student, a Hufflepuff, the piece of paper, back to the student and back at the paper. Without saying a single word, he pushed paper towards the Hufflepuff's direction. For his own credit, the Potion's Master did not take away any points. Especially after the student took the paper and went up to the chalkboard and started to write down what was needed to be done. Apparently, Edward had coded the instructions just enough for one of his students to decode it.

The topic of the day is... Noble gases.

"We are to write an essay on one of them of our choosing."

"That's it?"

"Hahaha.... no. Once we are done with that, we must write another report on how the element of our choosing interacts with five other elements on the periodic table. That is where you come in." The Hufflepuff put down the piece of chalk once they finished writing on the chalkboard. They placed the paper back on the desk and pulled out a giant chart from the said desk. The Hufflepuff placed the chart on another chalkboard to reveal a periodic table. "You are to assign each of us those five elements and write it down for Mr. Elric's knowledge."

"And you got all of that...from that?"

"Yes."

"Five points from Hufflepuff."

So close...

-.-

Vigilance. Utmost vigilance. These people were acting like complete idiots, the first moment Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody first saw the Amestrians, his first thoughts were that they have no business being in a military. They are carefree, obnoxious, and completely unbelievable in his eyes. This meeting seemed like a complete waste of time. That train of thought completely when the leader cleared his throat and went from being an idiot to an actual leader. Someone he must keep an eye out on.

What surprised Mad-Eye the most is that he thought the woman, Captain Riza Hawkeye, is the leader of the bunch. No. The supposed moron is the leader and highest ranking officer of the bunch. The way he spoke, his posture, that looks in his eye and everything about that man screams danger. It didn't help how the man used his hands emphasize his points, said hands that created such realistic flames.

"Hem. Hem."

Mustang stopped talking when that same woman from earlier, who is dressed entirely in an atrocious shade of pink and reminded him of a toad, give him a familiar looking smile. The same type of smile he had seen on people that have ulterior motives and hiding something within their own selves. For Truth's sake, he has own version of that smile. "Yes?"

"You stated that your home country of Amesty-"

"Amestris." Elric interrupted, no hint of remorse in his voice. He gave the woman a blank stare while said woman momentarily glared at him for interrupting her. "Get it right."

"Fullmetal..."

"I am not apologizing."

"Colonel Elric."

"..." Elric felt a drop of cold of sweat slide down the back of his neck when he felt Hawkeye give him the 'look'. He looked over at the frog and said an apology.

"As I was saying..." The woman continued, not bothering to acknowledge the apology. "You had stated that your home country, magic is impossible to do? Could you explain how is that even remotely possible?"

"Ah...That questions, I expected one of you to ask us that earlier." Mustang stated, he leaned against his chair and gave the woman a fixed expression. "We suspect it had to do with an event that occurred over four hundred years ago..."

Elric kept his expression transfixed on Mustang as the man spun the tale that caused so many deaths, heartaches, and so many broken promises. Mustang did not mention anything about Father, the homunculus, how deeply rooted the former is in the Military and so on. Only gave enough information to satisfy the Ministry Officials hunger.

Sometime later...

"These sparkles have been passed down the Armstrong family for generations and generations!"

Roy and Edward leaned slide down their respective chairs as they watched Alex go on about the Armstrong family line. One of the wizards couldn't hold back their curiosity about Armstrong's sparkles. Roy had a mental debate on whether to allow any sort of questioning towards his unit. Especially if they are personal, however... it is all going to come out one way or another.

"One question, only ask one question to each of us. Only one, don't waste it. Oh, one more thing...we are not responsible for the after effects."

The first question just had to be about the sparkles...why does it always have to be about the sparkles...

"I asked Winry to marry me...and well... I guess...I have to invite you..."

Roy looked at Edward with a look of shock. His young subordinate is getting married, Edward is getting married and is growing up. He reached over and nudge Edward with his elbow. "Are you sure you were the one that popped the question? It could be Winry that popped the question. Times have changed."

"...In all honesty... I'm waiting for Riza to ask you once Grumman passes the law."

"What law? What law? Fullmetal!"

"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing."

Roy stated at Edward before he let out a frustrated sigh. If anything, he wouldn't mind if Riza does pop the question. The only issue was the anti-fraternization law that were in place, preventing any sorts of relationships to occur between military officers. Maybe one day...maybe one day. "Where is the wedding taking place?"

"Resembool, I don't care really. Wherever Winry wants to get married."

"...Rush Valley?"

Edward paled at the thought of having his wedding at Rush Valley. It did not look pretty, not one single bit. "...Uh...Whatever makes her happy..."

Roy snickered under his breath, he needed to even the ground between them. "How's being a teacher? Killed anyone yet?"

"Ugh......" Edward slid further into his chair in complete despair. "Don't even get me started, now I know how Teacher feels like... I apologize every time I ever acted like a complete brat."

"...Did you just apologize?" Roy nearly jumped out of his seat at the fact Edward just apologized to him. Edward Elric. Apologizing. Nope, nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. What the hell have they done to him?! By the looks of it, Edward looked just as horrified as himself. "To me?"

"This place is messing with me..." Edward's body went entirely slack in shock realization.

-.-

"Go read my files." Elric stated in a bored turn, it was his turn to be asked his single question. The question of the day involved his younger brother, Alphonse. Curse the fact he mentioned his brother and people remember that one thing about his. "You have my files."

"All we have on file is that you have a younger brother by the name of Alphonse Elric and that he is also an alchemist." The hideously dressed toad woman, Umbridge, stated with a clipped voice. She had Elric's files on hand. "Elaborate on ho-"

"I am going to stop you right there." Elric cut her off, raising his hand up to cut Umbridge off. "Only one question, you already asked your question and I answered it."

"No, you did not answer the question."

"Yes, I did."

"No, you did not."

"Yes, I did."

"No. You did not..." The sickly-sweet smile that made Elric look on with hidden disgust. The woman was obviously not to be trusted and reminded him of all thing things he hated. Fake, distrustful, and far too cheerful for his taste.

"Yes, he did." Mustang intervened before the fight escalated anymore than it already has. "You asked about Alphonse Elric, Colonel Elric answered that question by saying for you to read his files."

"I asked how what his brother does for the Amestris Military, what he responded did not coincide with my question." Umbridge said in a sugary tone that hid the poison in her honeyed words. "Colonel Elric had commented that he did his work alongside with his brother, we just wanted to know what is said brother's role."

Elric and Mustang glanced at each other wondering how to make the women understand that they were not going to add any more information on Alphonse. The only connection that connects him through the Military his older brother. That's it, nothing else. What he does vary depending on the situation, Alphonse primary objective is to keep his brother in check or get the brother out of trouble. There's that other thing but that subject is not going to be breach any time soon...

"I already answered your question. Do you understand what we meant by one question? Do you even comprehend what that means?" Elric stated in an authoritative tone that made Mustang's Unit straighten their backs as if they were expecting an order. Mustang grinned at the Golden Blonde's tone of voice, it reminded so much of his own. Dare he say it, that he is looking at Elric with pride. "Do you understand what I am saying to you?"

"You make it seem like they do not comprehend their own language." Mustang commented offhandedly.

"I'm not surprised, they do not teach language at that cesspool. They do not have any type of class that teaches them the common fundamentals that are needed to be taught in any school." Elric muttered under his breath just loud enough for Mustang to hear. "Too bad they don't have a class that teaches them common sense. They all need it...severely."

"Ah...is this what you have been facing since you started teaching at Pigwarts?"

"It's Hogwarts, Colonel Bastard." Elric corrected Mustang with a snort. "Yes, at least you don't have to teach them... I must teach them subjects they should have already knew before even entering the school. No English, Math, Science, or other subjects that are needed to get by in this world."

Mustang expression went blank as he went over what Elric just informed him. The mere thought of it made him pinch the bridge of his nose to hold back his frustration. This assignment seemed to be getting better and better. "This is a complete waste of time."

"The adults in this world are useless, there is still hope for the younger generation that hasn't been tainted by their parent's view of the world." Elric mumbled under his breath.

That perked Mustang's interest, he leaned forward and gave the Ministry officials a charming smile. "Tell me about this school of yours, Pigwarts..."

"Hogwarts." Elric coughed out, elbowing Mustang in the ribs.

Mustang considered himself lucky at the fact Elric's right arm is his actual human arm. If it was still an automail limb, there might have been a broken rib or two. For now, glaring will suffice for a later time. "Hogwarts...public or private?"

-.-

"As I said before, this was a complete waste of time." Roy stated under his breath, downing down on a cup of hot coffee. He did not care for the fact he was burning his tongue in the process. "They have nothing to offer us, they are still recovering from a war that occurred years ago and the government has its grimy hands on everything. It reminds me of Amestris before the Promise Day."

"I warned you, this place has nothing to offer Amestris. The government is interlaced into every crook and crevice of the British Magical World. They make things seem kooky and insane, to hide the fact there are dark intentions behind every move they do." Edward stated in a calm tone, he slowly drank a cup of tea. He sat with his legs crossed, arms crossed and his eyes were closed. Roy was sitting next to him in a similar position and the rest of the unit is sitting around them. "The comparison of rebuilding a government and country, between Amestris and here... it's laughable. As you said, they are recovering from a war that occurred years ago and shows no progress of fixing itself anytime soon. Amestris has already redone the government to ensure what had happened, will not happen again...Colonel Bastard?"

"Yeah, pipsqueak?"

"Does the Military have control off all the schooling system?"

"Mainly in the Academy, they have been pushing schools to teach subjects geared towards alchemy. Beside that...no. There has been talking to rearrange the system to allow the schools to stray away from that and be more creat...I'm getting off topic here... Nope. If a kid wants to go out into the world, we will give them the necessary tools for them to survive. Unlike here!"

"...You really don't like this place, don't you?"Edward asked with a deadpanned expression.

"What makes you think that?" Roy responded dryly.

"Look...I won't blame anyone for not wanting to create a..." Edward waved his free hand around trying to find the word. "Treaty, truce, agreement, whatever the hell you want to call it, between those idiots and the idiots back home. It benefits them more than it will benefit us in the long run."

"Shouldn't you be trying to convince me to think otherwise?" Roy turned his head to see Edward staring at his own reflection in his drink.

"I'm thinking about my students, dumbass." Edward didn't bother to look at Roy as he stood up, he placed his cup of tea on the table. He reached towards his chair to pick up his coat, he swung the coat of his shoulder and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants. "They are the future of this place. If you want to change, you have to start from the beginning."

"Ugh...why do you always make things so complicated..." Roy grumbled under his breath, he watched Ed leave the café they were in and disappear down the street. He glanced down at Edward's drink and stared at it with a blank expression. "...Did he pay for his...?"

"No."

-.-

Amestris.

The Promised Day.

Non-Magical.

Alchemy.

"What the bloody hell should I do?"

Minister Millicent Bagnold sat behind her desk, scanning through many documents that were created for possible peace negotiations between Magical Great Britain and Amestris. She sat in her office as she tried to process what had occurred the last three days. It was constant meetings with Amestris representatives and Prof... Mr..... Colonel Elric. Despite what had occurred in the meeting, the Minister has a feeling that General Mustang played them like fools, and they fell for it. From the information provided for them by the military officers, the Wizarding Community have everything to gain if the negotiations go through.

What would Amestris gain from it all?

Nothing much. By the looks of it, they gain more by making not having to deal with them in the first place. They just went through a civil war almost two years ago, and they made more progress of recovering then themselves in the last couple of years. Self-sufficient. Do they need this to go through? No. Then why are they making the effort of coming here?

Millicent scanned through the files to pull out a particular file. Printed in bold red ink on the front of the file is the name, Edward Elric. This file was given to her by General Mustang's assistant personally and hasn't been seen by anyone else. She slowly opened the file and the first thing she saw is a muggle picture of a young boy that looked eerily like Colonel Elric and another one that is clearly is to be the young man. Scanning through the file, the Minister's eyes widen at the personal achievements of the Former Alchemist.

Millicent sat back on her seat, she rubbed her chin with her free hand as she held up the files for her to read with her other hand. There appeared to be multiple gaps in the story behind the Promised Day, but that is something for her not to worry. That is a personal issue that Amestris needs to hide. For Merlin's sake, the Ministry has so many secrets that it has its own branch for that. Should she consider looking into it? No. She'll leave that alone.

The Minister pulled out her wand and flicked it. The moment she did, her personal aid opened the door to her office and walked in. "Madam?"

"Bring me everything we have on Van Hohenheim."

-.-

"My butt..." Edward grumbled under his breath as he tumbled out of Dumbledore's fireplace. He looked up to see that he was the only one in the office besides Fawkes the Phoenix. The bird stared at the Blonde with curious eyes, said Blonde stuck out his tongue at it. "Class should still be in secession right now."

The Phoenix cooed out, Edward swore it was mocking him.

With a grunt, Edward picked himself up and headed out of the office. He headed towards his class to relieve Severus for subbing his class. Knowing Severus, he could be hitting his head against the wall trying to read his notes. That reminds him...he'll have to ask his Wednesday class about that. At that thought, Edward grinned. Said grin turned into a frown when he saw the Kooky Cat Lady walking towards him.

"Mr. Elric." Minerva stated in a clipped tone, she walked up towards the Alchemy teacher.

"Profezor McGonagall." Edward stated back in a bored tone.

-.-

'Late, late, late. I'm late for class!' A first-year Hufflepuff ran through the hall trying to get to his class. He had lost count of time, took the wrong staircase and had to go back to the Hufflepuff common room for his forgotten books. He stopped running when he heard harsh whispers up ahead of the hall. In a knee-jerk reaction, the Hufflepuff hid and cursed at the fact that he needed to get through that hall to get to class. Taking in a deep breath, he moved forward in hopes of not getting noticed. The closer he got, the whispers got clearer.

"Zere is a difference petveen being harsh and being strict."

Mr. Elric?

"They are children, we should not be treating them like you have been doing so."

Professor McGonagall?

"You cuddle your stutents. I enzure zey are prepared for the vorld outside zeze valls..."

What was said after that caused the Hufflepuff to pale, he retraced his steps and decided to take another route. He did not want to get caught in the middle of that crossfire. Then...there was silence. The Hufflepuff heard stomping heading towards his way and he quickly hid behind a suit of armor. He peeked between the legs of the suit of armor to see Mr. Elric stomping down the hall, all the while cursing Professor McGonagall under his breath.

The first year held his breath hoping to not be seen by the Alchemy teacher. However, his prayers were heard by someone that has a twisted sense of humor. Mr. Elric stopped stomping and cursing, he stopped in the middle of the hallway and slowly turned around. The Alchemy teacher looked at his direction and raised an eyebrow. "Cedric? Vy are you hiting? Should you be in class?"

"Sorry, Mr. Elric!"

-.-

Severus severely regrets having Edward lower the standards for students learning Alchemy. It was obvious this class had no reason, or smarts, to learn Alchemy. The assignment has been given out and he could see how lost they are. The last two classes at least knew what they were doing, or asked their fellow classmates for help.

No.

Not them.

All of them are too proud to ask for help.

Slam!

Everyone in the classroom looked over at the main entrance of the classroom to see that Edward had kicked the door in. His hands were in his pockets, a sour expression, and tension seemed to exude from him. He paused when he took note at how quiet it was in the classroom. Glancing around, Edward wonders why it was so quiet. Friday class is the talkative class. The silence wasn't helping his mood at all.

"Vy so quiet? Did Brofezor Snabe do something? Zefferus, did you do zomething?" Edward asked he closed the door behind himself as he walked into the classroom.

Severus raised an eyebrow at Edward, he took note at how heavily accented Edward's voice is. Judging by that fact, Edward isn't having a good day for far. "They are clueless of the assignment you assigned."

Edward snapped his heads towards his students, said students kept their gazes down on their papers. They do not know whose worse, Professor Snape or Mr. Elric. It doesn't help that the both of them are in the same classroom. They peaked up to see the teachers started to bicker and that caused many of them to turn in their heads in confusion. This type of behavior isn't exactly seen on a day to day basis by each person, it is only shown when both males are in the same place.

"Tonight?"

"Do you want to know what happened?

"...Do I have to continue substituting for you today?"

"Well...you still have another 30 minutes..."

"Mr. Elric..."

"Fine, fine, fine. Go torture some unfortunate soul that isn't me."

"How tempting..."

-.-

Severus sat on the leather armchair in Edward's room. He gulped down a glass of firewhiskey as he took in what Edward just told him. What he was just told made him wonder how the young man in front of him is still standing, let along living. That also included the country of Amestris, just how in Merlin's beard is that place is still existing.

Edward was laying on a love seat that was covered with multiple blankets and pillows. He had one arm laying across his face to cover his eyes and in his other hand, he had a glass of firewhiskey. The Elric's tone was low and precise that only added the seriousness to what he was saying to Severus. "My father... He wanted to sacrifice himself to bring my little brother back. I couldn't allow him to do that. We made a promise you see... to not use a human life for our own needs. In the end...I traded my door to my Alchemy for my brother."

"...You met and beat God?"

"Truth, we call him Truth and he's an ass."

Edward raised his hand and peeked over to see Severus serving himself another glass of firewhiskey. "Too much information?"

"You ended up losing your leg and brother, which resulted with you sacrificing your arm for your brother's soul. Joined the military at the age 12, got caught in so much nonsense and a huge government conspiracy that involved your 400 and something-year-old father...All because you attempted to bring someone back from the dead..."

"People do stupid things for things for their loved ones."

Severus raised his glass in agreement before drowning it down.

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The French Connection - Chapter 3

A HardyxMiller AU

Ellie Miller is left to go on her honeymoon alone after a devastating secret about her fiance comes to light - halfway through the wedding ceremony.  Sitting in St Pancras International in London waiting for her train, she runs into none other than her uni rival/best friend Alec Hardy, on the run from his own recent heartbreak.

They decide to make use of Ellie’s pre-paid trip, rekindling their friendship and escaping real life; yet, it turns out their years at uni are the hardest to outrun. Based on this prompt from @timepetalscollective  

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday and Sunday.  Beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma

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Sorry it’s late; I forgot ☹️ I’m not used to posting on Wednesdays...

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Ellie startled awake at the feel of the mattress shifting, eyes flying open to see a broad back in a tee rising from the bed.

Joe?

He turned then, creeping towards the loo, and she had an out-of-body experience wondering why her uni best frenemy had been in her bed.  It all came rushing back after a moment though, her fiancé’s betrayal straight through to running into Hardy at St. Pancras' and inviting him on her trip.

Too much wine, she chalked her lapse in memory up to, yawning as she looked for a clock.  It was perched on the telly stand, showing an early half six, and she whimpered.  Rolling over she ended up on Hardy’s side of the small bed, burying her face in his pillow.

Inhaling deeply in an attempt to go back to sleep, her senses overloaded with his scent, taking her right back to the morning after graduation so vividly she had to physically pat herself down to ensure she was wearing pajamas this time.

Jerking upright she tried to push those memories away, stronger than they’d been in quite some time, and to her horror, not entirely unwelcome.  Stop it, she told herself firmly, closing her eyes and taking measured breaths, that was four years of tension boiling over.  A one-time thing.  Forget about it!

Climbing out of bed herself, she wrapped herself in her dressing gown and started the Keurig, suspecting tea just wouldn’t cut it that morning.  By the time she hit the ‘start’ button Hardy had exited the loo, pausing in surprise at seeing her.

“You’re up?”

She sniffed at his incredulous tone.  “Yes.”  She had to get past him to get to the loo herself, her curves brushing against his hard angles, and she swallowed harshly at a particular bit of hardness in the vicinity of her thigh.  “I’m just…”

“Yeah.”

All but fleeing into the bathroom, she sternly lectured herself as she shut the door behind her.  You have both just had traumatic breakups.  You are here as friends.  It was one time at uni.  Stop thinking about it.

Splashing her face with cold water helped, and she put any thoughts of graduation night, or a potential repeat, firmly aside.  Straightening her dressing gown and re-belting it, she exited to find the room empty.

Where-

Unusually loud sounds of the city tipped her off, and sure enough, she found him on the rooftop balcony with two mugs of coffee.

“That’s yours,” Hardy gestured to the steaming mug on the tiny table.  He was leaning on the railing, watching the first hints of pink peek above the Ile de la Cite.

“Thanks.”  Cradling it between her palms and letting it warm her, she settled next to him as they watched the sun rise in silence, sipping at their coffee and enjoying the sounds of life in the city.  “I can’t believe I finally got to wake up in Paris,” she eventually murmured, once the coffee and any hint of dawn was gone.  “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Hardy agreed, his voice surprisingly rough, and she glanced up just as his eyes skittered away.

Was he looking at me?  The idea was too absurd to entertain, so she changed the subject.  “What do you want to do today?”

“What’s on your agenda?” he countered, and she blinked innocently.

“Sorry?”

Hardy smirked, gesturing for her to go down the stairs to their room first, then closing the door behind them and locking it.  “Come off it Miller, we both know you’ve got this trip micromanaged down to the minute.  Out with it.”

Ellie couldn’t help the reluctant grin.  After all this time, he still knows me.  That had been evident with her perfectly prepared coffee, but it was nice to know that hadn’t just been a lucky guess.  “Breakfast in the hotel, a few sights on the Ile, then lunch on our way to the Louvre.  Jardin des Tuileries and Place de la Concorde.  Dinner.”

“Sounds good.”

-

Breakfast was easy, their suite including a continental spread every morning, and by eight they were strolling across Pont au Change, the bridge to the Ile right outside the hotel doors.  Given the early hour, the only thing open yet was the Cathedral, and Ellie led him there without saying where they were going, hoping to see his honest reaction to the Cathedral up close.

It was a short walk, one she had carefully sketched out to give the best possible first view of Notre Dame, and they chatted along the way, vaguely discussing their careers to date.  Hardy was mid sentence when they walked onto the square outside the Cathedral, where the bell towers reached to the sky, and they both stopped dead.

“It’s beautiful,” Ellie murmured, amazed that she was finally here, in Paris, seeing sights she’d dreamed of for so long.  “D’you want to go inside?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, a bit breathless himself, and they walked in together.  The first thing that caught Ellie’s attention was the sheer size – the ceiling hundreds of feet up, spectacular arches, and plenty of religious icons and statues.  It was simultaneously awe-inspiring and overwhelming, and she wondered how Hardy’s Scottish Presbyterianism was handling the decorations.

Given the early hour and that the doors had just opened they were practically alone, wandering down the outer aisles and taking in the artwork, from the carvings on the pillars to the stained glass windows.  Reaching the center of the cross-shape they found the aisle, and a view of all three famous rose windows, bright morning sun shining on the altar.

“A bit ostentatious for a place of worship,” Hardy murmured, “but as a historical and architectural sight, nearly unparalleled.”

“Napoleon and Josephine walked up that aisle,” she whispered back.  “Kings and Queens married and coronated here.  Can you imagine?  The pageantry, the beautiful clothing.”

“The smell.”

She elbowed him sharply, only for him to smirk down at her.

“Think about it.  Hundreds of people in here, candles and incense burning, and this is before frequent bathing or things like deodorant.  Would reek worse than the Tube in a heatwave.”  He shuddered violently for effect, making her scowl.

“Why must you always look on the downside?” she wanted to know, crossing her arms as she looked up at him.  “Why can’t you just see the beauty in something?”

Hardy shrugged, expression softening as he glanced around.  “I see the beauty,” he met her eye again, “but I also see what the beauty was meant to mask.  There’s a reason this country has such a violent history, particularly when it came to monarchy, and showmanship.  The things you laud are part of what sparked the Revolution.”

Ellie pursed her lips, turning away.  “I choose to see the good.” She started off back down the aisle.

“As you should.”  He didn’t hurry to catch up with her, but his long legs made easy work of closing the distance anyway.  “That’s why we always worked as partners on projects – we could each see the opposite side.”

“Funny, that’s not how I remember it.  To my recollection, we were horrible as partners, always fighting over the littlest detail.  Sometimes it was a truly terrible experience.”

They burst out into the sunlight at the same time, Ellie starting for the gardens surrounding the Cathedral to see its famed architecture and windows from the outside.

“True,” he agreed readily enough, managing to stroll along and keep pace with her quick steps, “but it made actually working with a partner on the force a breeze, I’ll bet.  How many times did you think ‘this idiot may be bad but at least he’s not Hardy’?  A lot?”

“Shut up.”  It was true, though, and they both knew it.  She’d never had a problem with getting along with anyone after working with him.  Then she realized the opposite must be true as well, and stopped dead. “Hang on, did you think I was difficult to work with?”

Hardy kept walking.  “Come on, Miller, shake a leg.  I dare not mess with your careful schedule.  A place like this, you could actually have my head if you wanted.”

Scowling, she hurried after him.  “You didn’t answer my question. Hardy?  Hardy!”

-

After Notre Dame they visited the Conciergerie, taking a guided tour to learn about the building’s history as first a palace, and later a prison, especially during the revolution.  The small chapel that now existed on the site of Marie Antoinette’s cell sent a shiver down Ellie’s spine.

“All right?” Hardy murmured, guiding her after the tour group with a firm palm between her shoulder blades.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, glancing over her shoulder towards the room, “there’s just something about history like that… women who die like that…”

He nodded in agreement as they caught up to the group.  “I visited the site of Fotheringhay Castle once, as a lad.  I’m not one for ghost stories, but… it felt haunted, even though the castle’s been gone for centuries.”

“‘Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown’”.

Hardy glanced at her in delight.  “Wouldn’t have taken you for a Shakespeare fan, Miller.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she smirked, striding ahead as the tour moved on.  “Keep up.”

-

After lunch at a charming little bistro they entered the Louvre through the iconic glass pyramid, winding their way slowly past thousands of paintings and statues towards the Mona Lisa.

“You have to wait in line?” Ellie asked, incredulous, as they were guided between velvet ropes, the line snaking along the perimeter of the large room.  “For a painting?”

“Gee, Miller, can’t imagine why.  It’s not the reason half the people are in the building,” Hardy rolled his eyes at her, making her stick her tongue out in retaliation.  “Name one other piece of art here. Reading off the wall doesn’t count.”

She sniffled, scowling at his irritating I know more than you smirk.  “Venus de Milo.”

“And?”

“Excuse me,” she said stiffly, arching an eyebrow, “I’m not the one who spent a semester going to art museums to impress the pretty girl in your English class.”

“From what I’ve heard, you might’ve had better luck,” he shot back dryly.  “I enjoyed it as well, reasonably.  There’s more history there than a first glance would tell you.”

“Spare me.”

They shuffled forward in the slowly but continuously moving line, making an effort to admire the otherwise magnificent paintings they passed that had the unfortunate fate of being in the same room as one of the most famous.

Ignoring him, she focused on the rest of the room until it was their turn, getting in front of the Mona Lisa itself and shoulders slumping as she stared at it.  “It’s smaller than I thought.”

“A true work of art,” he murmured next to her, and she wished, not for the first time, to be able to see the world through his eyes.  “Incredible.”

After a moment they continued on, spilling out of the line into a mess of people trying to see the painting without waiting.

“What’s wrong?”

Ellie realized her lower lip was trembling, and she bit it viciously in an attempt to stop it.  “I expected it to be a lot bigger.”

“It is pretty small,” Hardy agreed kindly, “but it’s also a factor of the room.  On a normal-sized wall, it would be very different.  This was a royal palace – it’s enormous, and that changes the scope.”

“Spoken like a bloke who’s had to defend other small things,” she teased, trying for levity.  “Hear that a lot, do you?”

He laughed, shaking his head, and she realized he looked lighter, somehow, than the day before.  “Come on, you, let’s go outside, I know how you love your fresh air.”

“You didn’t answer the question,” she pointed out, letting him guide her out of the museum.

Hardy shot her a supremely cocky smirk, one that seemed almost unnatural on his usually humble face.  “I don’t remember you complaining eight years ago. The opposite, if anything.”

To add insult to injury, the wanker had the audacity to laugh when she walked right into a door frame in her surprise.

“Stop it!”

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Books of 2018

And here is my my annual book round up! This year I bumped my Goodreads challenge up from 70 to 80, and wound up reading 113 (which is a little less than last year, but some of these books were very long). But I once again benefited from my friend group being so dedicated to harassing each other with more books to read (and also the Silent Book Club that meets in Boston which has given me some time to focus on reading).

But as usual, I’ve bolded my top 18 books, and italicized my next 10 honorable mentions. And I’ve put a strike through my bottom 5 books that I managed to finish. This was a little difficult to do because I reread a few books this year (like Harry Potter, and The Princess Diaries) and I’m not including those.That said, the rereads affected my ratings, and I really didn’t find myself blown away by as many books. This is also possibly because a lot of these books were part of series, but ultimately I felt I had a significant majority of books that were either pretty good or meh.

(I would also link to all my monthly posts for these, but I’d read that links will interfere with searching tags on Tumblr (because this website is working overtime to dig its own grave), so you can just search Books of 2018 on my page for yourself.)

Dirty Deeds - HelenKay Dimon

Wishful Drinking - Carrie Fisher

The Magpie Lord (A Charm of Magpies #1) - KJ Charles

Everything is Awful - Matt Bellassai

Foolish Hearts - Emma Mills (OwlCrate)

A Case of Possession (A Charm of Magpies #2) - KJ Charles

The Dead Moms Club - Kate Spencer

First Frost (Waverly Family #2) - Sarah Addison Allen

The Cruel Prince (The Folk of the Air #1) - Holly Black (January 2018 OwlCrate)

Persepolis Riding (The Expanse #7) - James SA Corey

Flight of Magpies (A Charm of Magpies #3) - KJ Charles

HeartShip (Full Hearts #1) - Amy Jo Cousins

HeartOn (Fully Hearts #2) - Amy Jo Cousins

The Last of August (Charlotte Holmes #2) - Brittany Cavallaro

They Both Die at the End - Adam Silvera

Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda - Becky Albertalli (reread)

Remedial Rocket Science (Chemistry Lessons #1) - Susannah Nix

The Hazel Wood (The Hazel Wood #1) - Melissa Albert (OwlCrate)

Intermediate Thermodynamics (Chemistry Lessons #2) - Susannah Nix

Boy Toys (Hot Off the Ice #3) - AE Wasp

Skater Boy (Hot Off the Ice #4) - AE Wasp

The Comedy of Errors - William Shakespeare

Opal (The Raven Cycle #4.5) - Maggie Stiefvater

Vicious (Villains #1) - VE Schwab

The Case for Jamie (Charlotte Holmes #3) - Brittany Cavallro

When the Moon Was Ours - Anna-Marie McLemore

Working It (Ringside Romance #1) - Christine d’Abo

Faking It (Ringside Romance #2) - Christine d’Abo

The Color of Magic (Discworld #1) - Terry Pratchett

Making It (Ringside Romance #3) - Christine d’Abo

Losing It (Ringside Romance #4) - Christine d’Abo

Advanced Physical Chemistry (Chemistry Lessons #3) - Susannah Nix

Caraval (Caraval #1) - Stephanie Garber

These Vicious Masks (These Vicious Masks #1) - Tarun Shanker and Kelly Zekas

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (HP #1) - JK Rowling

Carry the Ocean (The Roosevelt #1) - Heidi Cullinan

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (HP #2) - JKR

Squared Away (Out of Uniform #5) - Annabeth Albert

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (HP #3) - JKR

Helping Hand (Housemates #1) - Jay Northcote

Ace of Shades (The Shadow Game #1) - Amanda Foody

Like a Lover (Housemates #2) - Jay Northcote

Practice Makes Perfect (Housemates #3) - Jay Northcote

Watching and Wanting (Housemates #4) - Jay Northcote

Puddin’ (Dumplin’ #2) - Julie Murphy

Starting from Scratch (Housemates $5) - Jay Northcote

Pretty in Pink (Housemates #6) - Jay Northcote

Can’t Help Myself - Meredith Goldstein

The Astonishing Color of After - Emily XR Pan

Adrift (Cruising #1) - LA Witt

How to Marry a Werewolf (Claw and Courtship #1) - Gail Carriger

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (HP #4) - JKR

A Court of Frost and Starlight (ACOTAR #3.1) - Sarah J Maas

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (HP #5) - JKR

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (HP #6) - JKR

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (HP #7) - JKR

City of Ghosts (Cassidy Blake #1) - Victoria Schwab

Leah on the Offbeat (Creekwood #2/Simonverse #3) - Becky Albertalli

Level Up - Annabeth Albert

Ship It - Britta Lundin

Failure is an Option - H Jon Benjamin

From Twinkle, With Love - Sandhya Menon

Daughter of the Siren Queen (DOTPK #2) - Tricia Levenseller

I’ll Be Gone in the Dark - Michelle McNamara

Tight Quarters (Out of Uniform #6) - Annabeth Albert

Summer of Salt - Katrina Leno

The Bear and the Nightingale (Winternight Trilogy #1) - Katherine Arden

And I Darken (The Conqueror’s Saga #1) - Kiersten White

On Duty (Smoke and Bullets #1) - AR Barley

Into the Drowning Deep (Rolling in the Deep #1) - Mira Grant

Broken Protocol (Smoke and Bullets #1) - AR Barley

A Duke in the Night (The Devils of Dover #1) - Kelly Bowen

I’ve Got My Duke to Keep Me Warm (The Lords of Worth #1) - Kelly Bowen

A Good Rogue is Hard to Find (The Lords of Worth #2) - Kelly Bowen

You’re the Earl That I Want (The Lords of Worth #3) - Kelly Bowen

Duke of My Heart (Season for Scandal #1) - Kelly Bowen

From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess (From the Notes of a Middle School Princess #1) - Meg Cabot

Royal Wedding Disaster (From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess #2) - Meg Cabot

A Duke to Remember (Season for Scandal #2) - Kelly Bowen

Uprooted - Naomi Novik

Royal Crush ( From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess #3) - Meg Cabot

The Looking Glass - Janet McNally

Royal Crown (From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess #4) - Meg Cabot

Practical Magic - Alice Hoffman

Princess in Love (The Princess Diaries #3) - Meg Cabot

Competence (The Custard Protocol #3) - Gail Carriger

Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass #5) - Sarah J Maas

Princess in Waiting (The Princess Diaries #4) - Meg Cabot

Girls of Paper and Fire - Natasha Ngan

The Wedding Date - Jasmine Guillory

Muse of Nightmares (Strange the Dreamer #2) - Laini Taylor

Vengeful (Villains #2) - VE Schwab

An Absolutely Remarkable Thing - Hank Green

The Graveyard Book - Neil Gaiman

Syncopation (Twisted Wishes #1) - Anna Zabo

Leo Loves Aries (Signs of Love #1) - Anyta Sunday

Scorpio Hates Virgo (Signs of Love #2) - Anyta Sunday

Gemini Keeps Capricorn (Signs of Love #3) - Anyta Sunday

Before the Devil Breaks You (The Diviners #3) - Libba Bray

The Hating Game - Sally Thorne

Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass #6) - Sarah J Maas

Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass #7) - Sarah J Maas

Pride - Ibi Zoboi

The Final Empire/Mistborn (Mistborn #1) - Brandon Sanderson

The Omega Objection (San Andreas Shifters #2) - GL Carriger

This is Kind of and Epic Love Story - Kheryn Callendar

The Kiss Quotient - Helen Hoang

Strange Practice (Dr. Greta Helsing #1) - Vivian Shaw

Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik

First & Then - Emma Mills

The Bullet Journal Method - Ryder Carroll

What Happens at Christmas - Jay Northcote

Better Not Pout - Annabeth Albert

DNF

The Glass Spare (The Glass Spare #1) - Lauren DeStefano (OwlCrate)

The Taming of the Shrew - William Shakespeare

Running With Lions - Julian Winters

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I posted 1,998 times in 2021

177 posts created (9%)

1821 posts reblogged (91%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 10.3 posts.

I added 428 tags in 2021

#roul - 72 posts

#mine - 55 posts

#asks - 45 posts

#answered - 44 posts

#armie - 42 posts

#ia - 40 posts

#armallo - 38 posts

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#julian - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 89 characters

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Giving digital another try! Deciding on colors is so hard though.

31 notes • Posted 2021-03-02 01:08:12 GMT

#4

Happy Birthday, Julian!!!

Reposting this magician role swap artwork from last year, because it still really makes me smile ÚwÙ

35 notes • Posted 2021-03-12 14:49:54 GMT

#3

Okay I am still trying to understand how to use my new markers and to get them blended. But here’s a colored in Armie from yesterday!

39 notes • Posted 2021-01-12 14:43:09 GMT

#2

The face you make when you go through the McDonald’s drive thru and don’t realize until you’re home that they didn’t give you your sweet n sour sauce @thearcanagame

46 notes • Posted 2021-02-01 03:14:07 GMT

#1

Armallo Masterpost

Armallo Sairo DePaolo (Ar-mall-oh)

Nickname: Armie

The cheerful apprentice intent on figuring out his past...

Zodiac: Cancer 6/22

Patron Arcana: The Fool (an otter)

Favorite food: Laulau

Favorite drink: honey green tea

Favorite flower: white orchid

Favorite color: pale blue

Age: 26

Gender: male (he/him)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Familiar: Neró the gecko

Alignment: neutral good

Personality Type: ENFP

Race: human

Ethnicity: Hawaiian

Voice claim: Moe Keale

Appearance:

Height: 6’-0” (183 cm)

Weight: 320 lbs

Physical: He’s obese, but he still has muscle underneath and can easily do things. He is from a fictional Hawaii, so he has a deep tan complexion. He has curly teal hair that is shoulder length. Most of the times he has it styled in a half down half top knot. He has somft cheeks with dimples, plump lips, and kind eyes that are almost always squinting from smiling. His eye color is a vibrant green.

He wears sleeveless shirts mainly, and shorts/traditional Hawaiian sarongs(skirts). Most of his clothes are adorned with floral patterns. His favorite color is blue, which he wears a lot of.

Personality:

Armie is extremely extroverted. He’s the person to greet the new kid at school, give you his seat, and make you feel welcome and loved. He’s the one to make sure every voice is heard. If someone is trying to speak, he will make sure the others stop so they can. The smile on his face is 100% genuine. He’s consistently putting out good vibes for people to use if needed. He’s your shoulder to cry on, a friend talk to, a teddy bear to cuddle, someone to always lean on. He makes no hesitation to call someone a friend. Can’t afford lunch? Armie’s got you. Need a safe place to live? Armie’s got you. He’s the person you meet and think “Yeah, there’s still good people in the world.” There’s no secret agenda behind him, he just is that nice.

Random Facts:

Armie’s very close with Water. He loves to do water dancing. He also loves singing and dancing in general. He’s the first person out on the dance floor. He rarely feels embarrassed or shamed. He always wears a painted pink kukui bead bracelet in memory of his homeland. He LOVES to go to the coliseum and watch wrestling, getting drunk off beer. Summertime is his absolute favorite, he goes to the beach a lot and lays out.

Family:

Mother: Lahela

Father: Kaimana

Older Brother: Abrec | Wife: Lani | Son: Makaio | Daughter: Makana

Younger sister: Arapha

Aunt: Lekika

Ships:

Nadia, Julian, Asra

Lake @sephet

A whole array of @cinnella’s ocs

(Open to any oc ships!)

Prologue:

Armie was a gifted magician in his homeland. He inherited the magic shop from his aunt when she decided to retire. He took a boat to Vesuvia, where he met his friend, Roul. After arriving in Vesuvia, he met another of his friends, Awanata. Soon after the main story of the Arcana follows.

Epilogue:

Armie returns to his homeland with his LI to rediscover his lost memories. His family is shocked to find him alive and well. He goes to a special cove and prays to the water spirits there to return his memories.

NSFW Headcannons: MINORS DNI

https://armallo-and-roul.tumblr.com/post/641865000639692800/armallos-nsfw-headcannons

52 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 19:22:55 GMT

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