So I was thinking about character theme songs for WWTC, and the Disney genre seemed easiest to choose from, and I'm actually surprised with how well some things work... And most are from The Lion King... CONTAINS SLIGHT SPOILERS~~~
Theo- He Lives in You- The Lion King II (Ed lives in you, Theo~~)
Sarah- We are One-The Lion King II ("Even those who are gone are with us as we go on~")
I Won't Say I'm in Love- Hercules (She denies it~)
TravisxSarah- Belle- Beauty and the Beast (There are so many things with this one... For Sarah: "Little town, it's a quiet village~" And as far as Travis goes "Right from the moment when I met her, saw her, I said she's gorgeous and I fell~ For in town there's only she, who is beautiful as me~)
KainxSarah- Beauty and the Beast (Was that racist...?)
TheoxMaes- Kiss the Girl- The Little Mermaid (Yes, I'm aware of the genericness. "Boy, you'd better do it soon, no time would be better~" It's like 'do it before Roy comes!!')
Kain- Not One of Us- The Lion King II (Just...think about it... "Deception~")
God Help the Outcasts- Hunchback of Notre Dame. (Yus.)
Travis- He's a Tramp- Lady and the Tramp (No explanation needed.)
And Hakuna Matata.... Because... No worries, man...
And then there's Why Should I Worry from Oliver & Company
(If there was a Disney song about ass-whoopin some ninjas, that'd be on here too.)
Felicity- My Lullaby- The Lion King II (I seriously cannot think of anything more perfect for her. It's just like... Feels...)
And Poor Unfortunate Souls. Because yus. You know who Ariel is~~
And Cruella De Vil.
Maes- Honor to Us All- Mulan (I just feel like, as the Fuhrer's daughter, she would have a lot of things pushed on her that she doesn't want to do)
Roy- Be Prepared- Lion King (I kid, I kid. But I wouldn't put planning to kill Grumman past him... He did want to be Fuhrer...)
Clint- When Will My Life Begin?- Tangled ("And then I'll read a book, or maybe two or three~". Yeah. There aren't many Disney songs that can match Clint. Be happy.
Anyway, yeah.
-Demy
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
'Nother Picture...
Another Briar Eddward picture. I meant once or twice that there is a pond out in the woods behind Eddward's house, and he would take Briar out there sometimes, and that what was when he would kiss her. Once again she's wearing a crown of flowers made by Eddward. I think she's making him. At he probably did something to her to make her mad, but Eddward still admires Briar regardless. I think Eddward realizes as great a girl as Briar is, he wouldn't make it very far with a street urchin wife who just didn't abide by societies rules. In my head cannon Eddward wants to be a writer, and that's why he moves to London. This is the era too when people started actually marrying people their own age. Women were still expected to be house wives until WWII started, and women had to join the workforce.
Anyhoo....just getting it all out...
LET IT ALL OUT~~~~
The sun has gone to bed and so much I~~~ (ten points to gryffindor for anyone who knows that)
-Meg
NEW AWESOME GAME~~!!!!
Alright, these are some pictures from the new doll divine game Huldra Maker. So, I basically made a few pictures. (Don't ask about the tails. They don't leave) It's Briar and Edd was teenagers. Edd made a crown for Briar out of rosemary because he alway's calls her Princess. XD
Dietrich and Al. I'm pretty sure these two aren't a pairing, but this is cute all the same. The suspendors.
You can love me later.
Enjolras and Briar. Because HE'S PERFECT. SHE'S PERFECT, SO THEY'RE PERFECT TOGETHER.
So, when I was playing with enjolras, there's a button that says uniforms: so I clicked it and it gave me two options. One being army and the other police. I clicked police.
I didn't know how popular the CoS outfits are, but this looks just like Hughes' outfit.
And yes, it's Kristal...I forgot to give her shoes...and Demy gets why the rain is significant....
Nuff said, beyotches.
-Megara
Omfg
I cannot even describe how awesome that WWII story is. I love it so much! I read it all in like a hour. It's amazing. I about flipped out reading Dee's part with Roy... Like, almost broke my iPod. I was a leeetle upset. JUUUUST a little. Then the end where Kristal and Roy actually meet... AWWWWW!!! It was adorable!!! I'm not only saying that because I couldn't breath, but because it truly was adorable!
Crystal
Crystal
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
VEGGIETALES~~~~
I don't care if I'm in high school. I'm not afraid to admit that I just watched Veggietales with my mom because I wanted to very badly. That is like my childhood, man. And I love it.
A lot of things in it crack me up now that didn't before when I was little. They always throw in some more humor that older people would get, and not kids. It's great...
The trailer for the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything came on and all I could think was "I can't believe someone from Naruto voices someone on there..." Yup. Sasuke's voice actor voices a character in that movie. It slightly frightens me, but I love it.
Does anyone else absolutely love the songs on Veggietales? Especially the Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps. That is one of my favorite songs... "This is a song~ for your pregnant kitty~ She's looking nauseous~ and a week past due~ but if I sing~ to your pregnant kitty~ she will feel better~ in a day or two~~"
I love this show so much... Not to mention, it's actually educational... I wish more people had grown up on this...
-Demy
A lot of things in it crack me up now that didn't before when I was little. They always throw in some more humor that older people would get, and not kids. It's great...
The trailer for the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything came on and all I could think was "I can't believe someone from Naruto voices someone on there..." Yup. Sasuke's voice actor voices a character in that movie. It slightly frightens me, but I love it.
Does anyone else absolutely love the songs on Veggietales? Especially the Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps. That is one of my favorite songs... "This is a song~ for your pregnant kitty~ She's looking nauseous~ and a week past due~ but if I sing~ to your pregnant kitty~ she will feel better~ in a day or two~~"
I love this show so much... Not to mention, it's actually educational... I wish more people had grown up on this...
-Demy
OMG
I LOOKED UP SHOUJO COSETTE. THIS IS ONE OF THE THINGS THAT CAME UP
OMG OMG OMG.
When I picture Briar dressing up like a guy, I picture her hair like this.
Which doesn't make sense because it's in a hat....
-Meg
LES MIS PICTURES
LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT BRIAR. LOOK. LOOK NOW. DO YOU SEE THIS EPICNESS.
When people Genderbend Enjolras...it's really Briar, they just don't know it.
That's awesome....
Enjolras...with a cat...
Alphonse:CAN WE--I, er...Enjolras...I know I'm staying in the room next to yours, so would it be alright if we kept a cat?
FEEELLLLSSS
Y U NO REAL????
This is adorable...
Genderbent Grantaire and Enjolras
YUS, YUS I WILL DO SO
The director needs to start paying more attention to the facial expression his actors. These boys from the ABC Cafe need to realize they aren't on West End and Broadway right now.
Grantaire...per usual...
Briar:*facepalm* I TOLD YOU NOT TO MAKE THIS OUT OF MOTHER F*CKING FURNITURE. WHY MEN ARE SUPPOSEDLY SUPRIOR TO MEN, I'LL NEVER KNOW!! *TAKES DYING ENJOLRAS' GUN (HE'S DYING OF A NOSEBLEED FROM FALLING...OR SO HE SAYS* Alright, let's start this revolution mother f*cker.
HOW AARON TVEIT MAKES ME FEEL.
NEEEOOOOWWWWW
"I WILL BE THERE!~~~~~"
LES MIS: THERE'S A RESPONSE FOR EVERYTHING.
-MEG
WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF
OKAY, SOUL ALCHEMIST 15 DISABLE PMING.
WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?! I HAVE LIKE, ONE HUNDRED CONVOS FROM HER!!! AND I CAN'T PM AND ASK!!!
GYYAAAAAHHHH
Maybe I haven't commented enough on her story...
There's already seven reviews for four chapters, which is really good. Demy, if you've read it, is there spoliers? I just need to know...'cause I wanna read it really bad, too....
I feel horrible. I want to hug her so badly....
Anyway...*sniff* We have to workt the book fair today. I think Nessa's gone, so Christine and I can just head straight up at lunch. Kewls?
Unkay.
Demy, we have rehearsal again. It's an all review.
I don't know any of these dances~~~~~~
I guess I'll leave you with a picture of Aaron Tveit.
Now I feel better....
....
WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?! I HAVE LIKE, ONE HUNDRED CONVOS FROM HER!!! AND I CAN'T PM AND ASK!!!
GYYAAAAAHHHH
Maybe I haven't commented enough on her story...
There's already seven reviews for four chapters, which is really good. Demy, if you've read it, is there spoliers? I just need to know...'cause I wanna read it really bad, too....
I feel horrible. I want to hug her so badly....
Anyway...*sniff* We have to workt the book fair today. I think Nessa's gone, so Christine and I can just head straight up at lunch. Kewls?
Unkay.
Demy, we have rehearsal again. It's an all review.
I don't know any of these dances~~~~~~
I guess I'll leave you with a picture of Aaron Tveit.
Now I feel better....
....
This is one of those moment where I wish catch me if you can had run longer, so that I may gaze upon the naked form of Aaron Tveit live.
THE FRACK IS THIS.
SHE IS WITH EVERY FREAKING GUY I EVER LIKED. WHY.
SHE NEEDS TO BE SHOT. LIKE, REALLY HARD.
*Sniff* He's in his catch me if you can hat....I feel better...
-Meg
Monday, April 8, 2013
GRACELAND
GRACELAND is the TV show that will premier some time this year, with Aaron Tviet as a supporting actor. Apparently it's about SWAT teams...I am interested...his name is Mike Warren~~~~~
The guy that plays Peter on Smash and Cinna in the Hunger Games is the main character I believe. They aren't saying when it starts, just this year, so nothing has been shown yet...I saw a commercial with Aaron and I like, died. And then I was like,"THAT'S THE GUY FROM SMASH."
I completely didn't realize it was Cinna until like, last night. Imma genius. Its cause I hate him so much on Smash....
Anyway, I love Aaron (duh) so I'm excited.
WATCHING THE FULL TRAILER. AARON GRADUATED FROM QUANTICO.
My life is now complete.
Here it is. The Thumbnail is delious. I love Aaron's chest~~~ Mmmm
Aaron...he cracks me up...and makes my ovaries set fire....
BEAUTIFUL MAN.
THE NEW ENJOLRAS IS LIKE WALKIN' PORN~~~
Everyone needs to watch legally blonde. Like when I sing Ella's orgasm from SO MUCH BETTER no one gets it...I just sound weird....
-Meg
The guy that plays Peter on Smash and Cinna in the Hunger Games is the main character I believe. They aren't saying when it starts, just this year, so nothing has been shown yet...I saw a commercial with Aaron and I like, died. And then I was like,"THAT'S THE GUY FROM SMASH."
I completely didn't realize it was Cinna until like, last night. Imma genius. Its cause I hate him so much on Smash....
Anyway, I love Aaron (duh) so I'm excited.
WATCHING THE FULL TRAILER. AARON GRADUATED FROM QUANTICO.
My life is now complete.
Aaron...he cracks me up...and makes my ovaries set fire....
BEAUTIFUL MAN.
THE NEW ENJOLRAS IS LIKE WALKIN' PORN~~~
Everyone needs to watch legally blonde. Like when I sing Ella's orgasm from SO MUCH BETTER no one gets it...I just sound weird....
-Meg
DOLL DIVINE
OMG guys! I love doll divine! I've been busy and I've made some people! Us with our boy. :P Meg, you have your own man. He can be whoever you like. Then I've made a few of us in griffin form. Just because I hit random and that's what came up. Meg, you don't have your own griffin for that. Sorry, hon. But I tried to make the griffin's color our hair color and there was only a limited amount of colors. And Viktor's color is way off, because it's nearly the same as Meg's so I made his yellow cuz I made Meg's before his.
This would be Kaiden and I as Avatar people.
This would be Demy and Viktor.
Meg and her future lover.
Me as a griffin. As I said before, as close to my hair color I could get.
This be Meggie.
This bad-ass motherfucker would be Demy. :P The harness is there to show you're a warrior. You go in fighting with someone and kick someone's ass!
Kaiden. His legs is a sign of the males. You will notice Viktor having these as well.
See, Viktor looks yellow and I'm sorry about that, but I still think he looks okay!
For now that's all I have. I'm probably going to post more of them.
-Crystal
EnjolrasxBriar
Omigerd I lurv what you wrote~~~~~~~~
When I first reading it, I saw a word and I thought you said erection...I freaked out a little....
Dude, it was awesome...Drunk Roy gettin' laid~~~~~ And Hughes, because Hughes never gets any with gettin' paid.
Dude, Briar's part is gonna be creepy....Mainly because Briar is no stranger to penis....
I should probably got get ready for school....
Okay, I know it's totally wrong to ship Enjolras and Briar but it's officially happening. I think Briar probably loved about four people in her life, that being Dee, Alfons, Trisha, and duh, Edd. I think she does care about the Barricade Boys, but she doesn't love them. And while she and Enjolras do have a closer relationship, it's not really one of love but respect. They fit together, and they recognize that, they make they're bond stronger by being together. I think there's a line in Romeo and Juliet when Lady Capulet is talking about Tybalt's relationship to Juliet and she says something along the lines of "Friend...brother...lover..." which about sums up Briar's relationship with Enjolras. Enjolras realizes being in a relationship with his second in command only makes sense, because they do need to be so close, and having anyone else fill that position is distracting, and them being together fills all impossibility for distraction and all focus towards overthrowing Hitler.
So, neither is in love with the other, its just respect, convience, and Friends With Bennifits.
I really wanna do a non-lemon thing talking about Enjolras sleeping with Briar, just because I think they would 'cause they think they're gonna DIE. I think Briar's been scared of men and force and harshness for a while, and I think Enjolras would be really soft and nice to her, and kind of change her opinion on her life again.
Yeah, my hair is still wet and I lack makeup and I need to leave in like, seven minutes.
I'mma look interesting.
So yes, that was take on the EnjolrasxBriar pairing, headcannon straight from my mind.
THERFORE IT IS SO.
-MEG
When I first reading it, I saw a word and I thought you said erection...I freaked out a little....
Dude, it was awesome...Drunk Roy gettin' laid~~~~~ And Hughes, because Hughes never gets any with gettin' paid.
Dude, Briar's part is gonna be creepy....Mainly because Briar is no stranger to penis....
I should probably got get ready for school....
Okay, I know it's totally wrong to ship Enjolras and Briar but it's officially happening. I think Briar probably loved about four people in her life, that being Dee, Alfons, Trisha, and duh, Edd. I think she does care about the Barricade Boys, but she doesn't love them. And while she and Enjolras do have a closer relationship, it's not really one of love but respect. They fit together, and they recognize that, they make they're bond stronger by being together. I think there's a line in Romeo and Juliet when Lady Capulet is talking about Tybalt's relationship to Juliet and she says something along the lines of "Friend...brother...lover..." which about sums up Briar's relationship with Enjolras. Enjolras realizes being in a relationship with his second in command only makes sense, because they do need to be so close, and having anyone else fill that position is distracting, and them being together fills all impossibility for distraction and all focus towards overthrowing Hitler.
So, neither is in love with the other, its just respect, convience, and Friends With Bennifits.
I really wanna do a non-lemon thing talking about Enjolras sleeping with Briar, just because I think they would 'cause they think they're gonna DIE. I think Briar's been scared of men and force and harshness for a while, and I think Enjolras would be really soft and nice to her, and kind of change her opinion on her life again.
Yeah, my hair is still wet and I lack makeup and I need to leave in like, seven minutes.
I'mma look interesting.
So yes, that was take on the EnjolrasxBriar pairing, headcannon straight from my mind.
THERFORE IT IS SO.
-MEG
Sunday, April 7, 2013
MY FEELS!!
1) Sorry I have not typed yet, Meg. I will get right on it.
2) I cannot tell you how many times I've cried today over fictional stuff. First I watched act 2 of Les Mis, then I watched FMA, which didn't have anyone dying or anything, but HAVOC DX!!!!! And then I watched Naruto and absolutely lost it. (It's late at night and I'm probably about to start my period. I'm emotional.) I love Zabuza~ he hurts my feels, though. And I adore Haku. NOW IF EVERYONE COULD STAY ALIVE, THAT WOULD BE WONDERFUL, THANK YOU.
Anyway...yeah.
So my little illiterate brother is signing up to work in the library, despite my protests, because I know he'll hate it. (Whatever. Maybe he'll learn something.) He has to write a paper on why he wants to apply, and he asked me for help. I told him that unless he could name 10 classic books, I wouldn't help him.
Well, he tried "A Tale of Two Tales", "The Colored Letter", Harry Potter(twice), The Hunger Games, and Fredrick. I don't even know what the heck Fredrick is.
As you can see, he's rather stupid.
If he writes the paper himself, there's probably not any way he's getting in.
He even called me twice to ask me how to spell the name of the librarian. Her name is a word. Do you know how easily he could've found that?
I'm surprised his stupid hasn't tainted me...
-Demy
2) I cannot tell you how many times I've cried today over fictional stuff. First I watched act 2 of Les Mis, then I watched FMA, which didn't have anyone dying or anything, but HAVOC DX!!!!! And then I watched Naruto and absolutely lost it. (It's late at night and I'm probably about to start my period. I'm emotional.) I love Zabuza~ he hurts my feels, though. And I adore Haku. NOW IF EVERYONE COULD STAY ALIVE, THAT WOULD BE WONDERFUL, THANK YOU.
Anyway...yeah.
So my little illiterate brother is signing up to work in the library, despite my protests, because I know he'll hate it. (Whatever. Maybe he'll learn something.) He has to write a paper on why he wants to apply, and he asked me for help. I told him that unless he could name 10 classic books, I wouldn't help him.
Well, he tried "A Tale of Two Tales", "The Colored Letter", Harry Potter(twice), The Hunger Games, and Fredrick. I don't even know what the heck Fredrick is.
As you can see, he's rather stupid.
If he writes the paper himself, there's probably not any way he's getting in.
He even called me twice to ask me how to spell the name of the librarian. Her name is a word. Do you know how easily he could've found that?
I'm surprised his stupid hasn't tainted me...
-Demy
Your Father's Son- READ
A/N: Well...I've been thinking of doing something like this for a while, and while I was sick (and very delirous) I got this idea. Theo is deathly scared of Roy, and I've been watching Brotherhood in English recently, and it's just starting to get across to me how much Roy really cares about Ed and Al, maybe Ed moreso? Anyway, even though it seems like Roy hates Ed, he really doesn't and kind of thinks of him as a brother (maybe?...MAYBE??(inside jokes~~)) (or lover for the yaoi fangirls...ehh....this may come across as RoyTheo, and I swear its not. Even though I've come to the conclusion that Theo must be bisexual because I am a female. He just...has to be...(Both Roy and Ed are obviously straight--Welp, Roy may have expiremented in Ishval. I've no doubt he put his pecker in whatever was available)
After getting all the yaoi fangirls happy with my rambling....
Anyway, just trying to get in some Roy and Theo bonding that doesn't involve prositutes and the intoxication of minors, this story came about. Enjoy~~~
Title: Your Father's Son
Summary: Theo is sick, and while Maes is looking after him, she needs sleep too. Who does she ask to cover for her once she collapses? Why, only Popsicle dearest, the Fuhrer of Amestris, and Theo's worst nightmare: Roy Mustang. Even though the sight of him has Theo shaking, the former Colonel may care about the boy more than he lets on....
"Theo...of all times you choose to do this..."
"I'm sor--" I was cut off by my spurt of coughing, wracking my lungs until they screamed with pain, my head throbbing from the convulsion.
"Theo!" Maes cried, bringing back the wet washcloth to my forehead, wiping the sweat from my brow.
"Thanks, sweetie..." I mumbled.
"Don't talk," she urged, black eyes filled with so much concern, it was like she hurt just looking at me.
I hated that look. I hated when she couldn't smile.
"Theo...you're so pale..."
(THERE'S NO LIGHT IN THE CLOSET. Erase this, unlike the Havoc line...or leave it...I think it's funny....up to you....)
I reached up--taking quite a bit of my strength--and touched her cold cheek. "So are you," I whispered. She looked away.
"Theo--"
"No. Maes, you're tired. Please go rest. It's not helping either of us when you're slaving away like this. If you get tired, then you'll get sick like me....Maes, please, please go rest."
Maes black eyes studied me as she pulled back, little hands never leaving the place at my chest where they were balled with stress. Her black messy hair was even rattier than usual, frizzy and falling out of the bun she had pulled it back in when I first got the aches and couldn't leave my bed. That had been days ago.
I hated seeing her like this.
"Maes...please...seeing you happy and relaxed might make me get better faster...."
She nodded slowly, then more feverantly. "You're right," she said decidedly. "I'll go rest...then write another letter to your father--"
"My fath--" I broke into coughs again.
"Y-yes..." Maes whispered distractedly once my fit was over. "I wrote him when you first were bedridden. He's quite upset. I told him not to come...I know how anxious he makes you...Oh, Theo, look at your eyes! I've upset you!!"
Maes buried her fragil head into my chest, but I felt so useless right now. Why couldn't I protect her? Why did she have to protect me? She shouldn't see me like this. How, after all this, could she look up to me? I wanted to marry this girl. Wives should look up to their husbands and be their protectors. We should be strong and she should come to me in danger. Now...now what was I to say? I'm still just as useless as that day in the forest when I ran away with my sister and Clint. The day she killed to protect me. The day he died.
"Maes...p-please don't worry...go rest...."
"I can't just leave you here alone..." she mumbled.
"Go!"
- - - - - - -
The sun was setting by the time I woke up again. I heard my door creak open, and I tensed a little. I didn't have the energy to sit up and reprimand Maes right now. She might've gotten enough sleep anyhow...but I did doubt it.
Rolling over to see her, I groaned, my muscles crying out at the movement.
"Mae--"
I stopped as two black eyes cut me
But not the black eyes I loved.
The Fuhrer King Mustang stood over my bed, glaring at me. Every crying cell in me went on high alert, intensifying my pain ten fold.
"S-sir!" I cried, only to fall into a fit of coughs.
"Calm down, kid," Roy sighed, taking a seat in the chair next to my bed where Maes had been perched for the past few days. "I'm not here to harrass you. I'm here to make sure you don't do anything stupid...I'm only doing it because Maes wouldn't let work until I agreed to watch you...so....shut up and lie down."
I'd never seen the Fuhrer so awkward before, but I turned on the most comfortable side, facing him.
I shut my eyes, but I could still feel his roaming over me, anxiously glancing and putting in effort to read my expression. Right now I could only manage one--pain.
"Do you need anything?" The Fuhrer quickly spit out, causing my heavy eyes to fly back open.
"Er, no...sir."
Roy's black eyes looked concerned. "Blankets...water...anything?"
"N-no, Sir. Nothing," my voice died off, and my body was unable to be comfortable as the sun began to set. Silence engulfed us until he broke it again.
"You know, I've looked after your father in times like this."
My eyes wandered up to his face, and I knew I looked like a child wrapped up in these blankets. "You have?"
He snorted. "Tons of times. Your father was always in the hospital, constantly. Of course I watched over he and Alphonse," he sighed, glancing out the window as the sun dissapeared behind a line of trees,"they were important to me."
I wiggled, uncomfortable. "Father never...never speaks highly of you. You act as if he was your son."
I winced. Horrible word choice, you bumbling idiot? "Or a brother."
Roy laughed regardless, his chest shaking with amusement. My face flushed. "Not a wonder. I was quite rude to your father. Teasing of course...I did my best to protect them, though they were often angry with me for doing so....as for me being like a brother, I don't believe the Elrics would accept me so easily. I do believe Edward saves the right for his brother to be one person, and vice versa for Alphonse. And as for a father," his expression got dreamy, looking sadly out the window,"I hoped I could serve as much. Lt. Hughes did a good job of that, for your mother too," he put his head in his hands,"then he was gone. It was like he left me with everything, dealing with his loss, then those boys came back to Central....How was I supposed to tell them? He'd been so good to those three...."
I swallowed. Lt. Hughes, Maes namesake. I'd heard of him once or twice before through Roy's the first time, and Mother's later. Elicia, who had helped us on our journey, had been his only daughter. He was a good man from what I'd heard, and I'm sure he was important to Father and Mother.
"...Sir? How...how did you tell them?"
Roy laughed darkly, bringing his head from his hands. "I didn't."
"...What?"
"I lied to them. Told them he'd retired. It hadn't been five minutes later they found out the truth...he hated me for it. For a while, I suppose. You wouldn't believe how good your father is at holding grudges," he smiled, then glanced back down at me. "And I look down at you, Theo, and all I see is your father. You're so like him...and yet you're not. Your softer. Kinder." Roy ran a hand awkwardly through his slickbacked hair. "I can't believe I'm saying this...but I'm glad Maes has you. Don't tell your father this, but whatever he's doing with you kids," Roy ran his cold hand through my golden hair,"He's doing it right."
I looked at Mr. Mustang, and I think I was seeing him a bit differently than before.
I just...couldn't believe it. He didn't totally hate me? He liked that Maes was with me? What...(WHAT IS THIS MAGIC. lol, erase.) what does the Fuhrer think I am? I'm not a rich kid, one of higher ranked officier's children, who expect to be married to his daughter. I'm not the child of a military friend or family member. I'm Theo Elric, son of the rude, violent, undermining Fullmetal Alchemist. I grew up in my mother's automail shop with two fighting parents, a dying grandmother, and a whiny little sister. I went to a school house of about eleven children. I walked home everyday with my sister, we'd do homework at a kitchen table with an apple pie on the stove and a dog at our feet. We'd listen to tinking and pages turning and screaming and labored breathing as we fell asleep. We'd fall asleep, one with tears streaming down her face, the other with white-knuckled fists clencing, ripping a blanket. What right did I have to his daughter?
I knew the answer before I even asked the question.
Roy didn't like me because I was my father's son, or because I had good character, or because I wanted to be in the military.
He loved me because when Maes came home from our journey, for the first time in years she was smiling. Her black eyes didn't seem dead and distant. They were soft and shining with emotion as I wrapped my arms around her my living room that night, our hair and faces still both caked with dust and blood. I don't think I'd remembered a time when she'd ever been more beautiful.
There was a knock at the door and Maes entered in her black nightgown, holding a fluttering candle.
"Thank you, Daddy," Maes said, leaning down to kiss her father's cheek. Roy smiled, and rose, kissing his daughter's forehead. "Anytime, sweetie. Don't forget to come to bed later."
"I'll probably just stay here, Dad," she said, coming to take Roy's chair and sitting the candle on the table, already tangling her hands in my hair. She looked so much better after having slept, bathed and ate. Healthier and happier. She beamed at me, hands coming to stroke my face, then returning her attention to dunking the rag in the wash basin before patting my face clean of sweat again.
"Thanks," I whispered to her, using some of my energy to grab her hand. She smiled at me, and I loved the way she smiled in the dark, only the light of the candle showing me her pale face. Smiling, like it was only for me.
I looked back at the Fuhrer, his posture still high and stiff. "Alright..."
But Maes wasn't listening as she pressed her lips--now void of the usual black paint--to my hand.
"Goodnight, children," he sighed, before closing the door and leaving us.
"I love you," Maes whispered, as if it had been us alone all along.
"Love you..." I mumbled, kissing her hand, each of her fingers. Her eyes took on a mischievous look.
"Maes?" I whispered, eyes scanning her.
She popped out of her chair and onto the bed, both of her knees on either side of my hips.
"Mae--" I gasped as her lips found my clavicle, kissing her way up to my juglar and my chin. "Maes, stop--"
She leaned over me, to kiss my lips, but I pushed back on her shoulders.
"Maes, if you kiss me, you might get sick and then you'll just be stuck in a bed like me--"
"Let's see," she said, sitting on my stomach and holding her chin in her hand. "Go to History tutor tomorrow...or be stuck in a bed with my boyfriend?" Her black eyes found mine and her lips tweaked up at the corner.
"I think I'll take my chances."
A/N: Maes kissed him at the end, if we have people wondering. Anyway....
Demy and I are currently having a conversation about how Paninya and Garfiel are both likely our Godparents.
I don't think either one of us are too fond of them....
As far as one-shots go, what's next? Well I can't even give you a hint...but boys, that's a wrap.
Cut, Print, Moving on!
Edit: I wanted to say why I wrote this and other ideas that came before it. I was discussing with Demy about how scared Theo is of Roy, and how they needed to male bond. Originally, my idea (as a joke) was to have Theo say something one day about 'Lovely Ladies' and then Roy yell at him saying,"I told you to tell no one of that!!" For those of you who don't know, 'Lovely Ladies' is a song from one of mine and Demy's favorite musicals, and it's a song about prostitutes. So, I decided to go cleaner and do this...and therefore have Maes molest Theo in the end...isn't that better?
Have a good rest of the week guys!!
-Meg and Demy
After getting all the yaoi fangirls happy with my rambling....
Anyway, just trying to get in some Roy and Theo bonding that doesn't involve prositutes and the intoxication of minors, this story came about. Enjoy~~~
Title: Your Father's Son
Summary: Theo is sick, and while Maes is looking after him, she needs sleep too. Who does she ask to cover for her once she collapses? Why, only Popsicle dearest, the Fuhrer of Amestris, and Theo's worst nightmare: Roy Mustang. Even though the sight of him has Theo shaking, the former Colonel may care about the boy more than he lets on....
"Theo...of all times you choose to do this..."
"I'm sor--" I was cut off by my spurt of coughing, wracking my lungs until they screamed with pain, my head throbbing from the convulsion.
"Theo!" Maes cried, bringing back the wet washcloth to my forehead, wiping the sweat from my brow.
"Thanks, sweetie..." I mumbled.
"Don't talk," she urged, black eyes filled with so much concern, it was like she hurt just looking at me.
I hated that look. I hated when she couldn't smile.
"Theo...you're so pale..."
(THERE'S NO LIGHT IN THE CLOSET. Erase this, unlike the Havoc line...or leave it...I think it's funny....up to you....)
I reached up--taking quite a bit of my strength--and touched her cold cheek. "So are you," I whispered. She looked away.
"Theo--"
"No. Maes, you're tired. Please go rest. It's not helping either of us when you're slaving away like this. If you get tired, then you'll get sick like me....Maes, please, please go rest."
Maes black eyes studied me as she pulled back, little hands never leaving the place at my chest where they were balled with stress. Her black messy hair was even rattier than usual, frizzy and falling out of the bun she had pulled it back in when I first got the aches and couldn't leave my bed. That had been days ago.
I hated seeing her like this.
"Maes...please...seeing you happy and relaxed might make me get better faster...."
She nodded slowly, then more feverantly. "You're right," she said decidedly. "I'll go rest...then write another letter to your father--"
"My fath--" I broke into coughs again.
"Y-yes..." Maes whispered distractedly once my fit was over. "I wrote him when you first were bedridden. He's quite upset. I told him not to come...I know how anxious he makes you...Oh, Theo, look at your eyes! I've upset you!!"
Maes buried her fragil head into my chest, but I felt so useless right now. Why couldn't I protect her? Why did she have to protect me? She shouldn't see me like this. How, after all this, could she look up to me? I wanted to marry this girl. Wives should look up to their husbands and be their protectors. We should be strong and she should come to me in danger. Now...now what was I to say? I'm still just as useless as that day in the forest when I ran away with my sister and Clint. The day she killed to protect me. The day he died.
"Maes...p-please don't worry...go rest...."
"I can't just leave you here alone..." she mumbled.
"Go!"
- - - - - - -
The sun was setting by the time I woke up again. I heard my door creak open, and I tensed a little. I didn't have the energy to sit up and reprimand Maes right now. She might've gotten enough sleep anyhow...but I did doubt it.
Rolling over to see her, I groaned, my muscles crying out at the movement.
"Mae--"
I stopped as two black eyes cut me
But not the black eyes I loved.
The Fuhrer King Mustang stood over my bed, glaring at me. Every crying cell in me went on high alert, intensifying my pain ten fold.
"S-sir!" I cried, only to fall into a fit of coughs.
"Calm down, kid," Roy sighed, taking a seat in the chair next to my bed where Maes had been perched for the past few days. "I'm not here to harrass you. I'm here to make sure you don't do anything stupid...I'm only doing it because Maes wouldn't let work until I agreed to watch you...so....shut up and lie down."
I'd never seen the Fuhrer so awkward before, but I turned on the most comfortable side, facing him.
I shut my eyes, but I could still feel his roaming over me, anxiously glancing and putting in effort to read my expression. Right now I could only manage one--pain.
"Do you need anything?" The Fuhrer quickly spit out, causing my heavy eyes to fly back open.
"Er, no...sir."
Roy's black eyes looked concerned. "Blankets...water...anything?"
"N-no, Sir. Nothing," my voice died off, and my body was unable to be comfortable as the sun began to set. Silence engulfed us until he broke it again.
"You know, I've looked after your father in times like this."
My eyes wandered up to his face, and I knew I looked like a child wrapped up in these blankets. "You have?"
He snorted. "Tons of times. Your father was always in the hospital, constantly. Of course I watched over he and Alphonse," he sighed, glancing out the window as the sun dissapeared behind a line of trees,"they were important to me."
I wiggled, uncomfortable. "Father never...never speaks highly of you. You act as if he was your son."
I winced. Horrible word choice, you bumbling idiot? "Or a brother."
Roy laughed regardless, his chest shaking with amusement. My face flushed. "Not a wonder. I was quite rude to your father. Teasing of course...I did my best to protect them, though they were often angry with me for doing so....as for me being like a brother, I don't believe the Elrics would accept me so easily. I do believe Edward saves the right for his brother to be one person, and vice versa for Alphonse. And as for a father," his expression got dreamy, looking sadly out the window,"I hoped I could serve as much. Lt. Hughes did a good job of that, for your mother too," he put his head in his hands,"then he was gone. It was like he left me with everything, dealing with his loss, then those boys came back to Central....How was I supposed to tell them? He'd been so good to those three...."
I swallowed. Lt. Hughes, Maes namesake. I'd heard of him once or twice before through Roy's the first time, and Mother's later. Elicia, who had helped us on our journey, had been his only daughter. He was a good man from what I'd heard, and I'm sure he was important to Father and Mother.
"...Sir? How...how did you tell them?"
Roy laughed darkly, bringing his head from his hands. "I didn't."
"...What?"
"I lied to them. Told them he'd retired. It hadn't been five minutes later they found out the truth...he hated me for it. For a while, I suppose. You wouldn't believe how good your father is at holding grudges," he smiled, then glanced back down at me. "And I look down at you, Theo, and all I see is your father. You're so like him...and yet you're not. Your softer. Kinder." Roy ran a hand awkwardly through his slickbacked hair. "I can't believe I'm saying this...but I'm glad Maes has you. Don't tell your father this, but whatever he's doing with you kids," Roy ran his cold hand through my golden hair,"He's doing it right."
I looked at Mr. Mustang, and I think I was seeing him a bit differently than before.
I just...couldn't believe it. He didn't totally hate me? He liked that Maes was with me? What...(WHAT IS THIS MAGIC. lol, erase.) what does the Fuhrer think I am? I'm not a rich kid, one of higher ranked officier's children, who expect to be married to his daughter. I'm not the child of a military friend or family member. I'm Theo Elric, son of the rude, violent, undermining Fullmetal Alchemist. I grew up in my mother's automail shop with two fighting parents, a dying grandmother, and a whiny little sister. I went to a school house of about eleven children. I walked home everyday with my sister, we'd do homework at a kitchen table with an apple pie on the stove and a dog at our feet. We'd listen to tinking and pages turning and screaming and labored breathing as we fell asleep. We'd fall asleep, one with tears streaming down her face, the other with white-knuckled fists clencing, ripping a blanket. What right did I have to his daughter?
I knew the answer before I even asked the question.
Roy didn't like me because I was my father's son, or because I had good character, or because I wanted to be in the military.
He loved me because when Maes came home from our journey, for the first time in years she was smiling. Her black eyes didn't seem dead and distant. They were soft and shining with emotion as I wrapped my arms around her my living room that night, our hair and faces still both caked with dust and blood. I don't think I'd remembered a time when she'd ever been more beautiful.
There was a knock at the door and Maes entered in her black nightgown, holding a fluttering candle.
"Thank you, Daddy," Maes said, leaning down to kiss her father's cheek. Roy smiled, and rose, kissing his daughter's forehead. "Anytime, sweetie. Don't forget to come to bed later."
"I'll probably just stay here, Dad," she said, coming to take Roy's chair and sitting the candle on the table, already tangling her hands in my hair. She looked so much better after having slept, bathed and ate. Healthier and happier. She beamed at me, hands coming to stroke my face, then returning her attention to dunking the rag in the wash basin before patting my face clean of sweat again.
"Thanks," I whispered to her, using some of my energy to grab her hand. She smiled at me, and I loved the way she smiled in the dark, only the light of the candle showing me her pale face. Smiling, like it was only for me.
I looked back at the Fuhrer, his posture still high and stiff. "Alright..."
But Maes wasn't listening as she pressed her lips--now void of the usual black paint--to my hand.
"Goodnight, children," he sighed, before closing the door and leaving us.
"I love you," Maes whispered, as if it had been us alone all along.
"Love you..." I mumbled, kissing her hand, each of her fingers. Her eyes took on a mischievous look.
"Maes?" I whispered, eyes scanning her.
She popped out of her chair and onto the bed, both of her knees on either side of my hips.
"Mae--" I gasped as her lips found my clavicle, kissing her way up to my juglar and my chin. "Maes, stop--"
She leaned over me, to kiss my lips, but I pushed back on her shoulders.
"Maes, if you kiss me, you might get sick and then you'll just be stuck in a bed like me--"
"Let's see," she said, sitting on my stomach and holding her chin in her hand. "Go to History tutor tomorrow...or be stuck in a bed with my boyfriend?" Her black eyes found mine and her lips tweaked up at the corner.
"I think I'll take my chances."
A/N: Maes kissed him at the end, if we have people wondering. Anyway....
Demy and I are currently having a conversation about how Paninya and Garfiel are both likely our Godparents.
I don't think either one of us are too fond of them....
As far as one-shots go, what's next? Well I can't even give you a hint...but boys, that's a wrap.
Cut, Print, Moving on!
Edit: I wanted to say why I wrote this and other ideas that came before it. I was discussing with Demy about how scared Theo is of Roy, and how they needed to male bond. Originally, my idea (as a joke) was to have Theo say something one day about 'Lovely Ladies' and then Roy yell at him saying,"I told you to tell no one of that!!" For those of you who don't know, 'Lovely Ladies' is a song from one of mine and Demy's favorite musicals, and it's a song about prostitutes. So, I decided to go cleaner and do this...and therefore have Maes molest Theo in the end...isn't that better?
Have a good rest of the week guys!!
-Meg and Demy
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