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d-joana-a-shippadora · 6 years

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Enchanted Love

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY, @ineslopesgomes (ok, this isn’t tagging her, damn).

Anyway, this fanfic was better on my head. I swear to God. The end is meh, but still good. Not as good I wished... BUT I INCLUDED THE PROMPT, @aph--portugay , I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!

Oh well, this is an AU “there are magical beings in our society, but we don’t know” (ok, this could be our reality, we never know--- I’m quite a believer, actually.) Witch!England x Enchanted Moor!Portugal (EXCUSE YOU, BUT I LOVE THE IDEA PORTUGAL BEING AN ENCHANTED MOOR!)

Have a good reading! <3

The scents of the plants were notorious in that little florist, at the corner of that street that, coincidentally, had "flower" in its name.

Afonso thought this was funny; the owner of this florist, founded by his deceased grandmother, had a quiet life, with nothing abnormal. It had a definite and simple routine, without anything intriguing. He woke up early, thanks to his roster, Eusébio, who did the honours of waking him personally; that is, he would enter the house and sing (screaming) in Afonso's ear. Then, in a state of drowsiness, he went to bathe and then his breakfast (often accompanied by Eusébio, who watched him from the window; actually, once the neighbour's cat also kept him company and Afonso only noticed him when the cat scratched his leg. He called him Tareco, but his real name was Tavares, what a weird name to give to a cat...). He treated the plants and animals at home while he listened to the radio and humming the music that was playing. Then he go down the stairs of the building and was in the florist; he prepared everything to open on time (but the boy wasn't punctual at all).

Anyway, it was a normal routine.

Or so he thought.

From time to time, a group of three people came in late Friday to buy rare and hard-to-find herbs; fortunately, Afonso had them in his grandmother's old garden, though they weren't for sale at first. However, the supposed leader of the trio, a blond boy with funny eyebrows, made such a lovely face when the Portuguese commented about the garden that the brunet didn't resist.

He didn't have to be too smart to suspect the trio was plotting, but he wouldn't meddle.

At least that's what he wanted.

Since then, the supposed leader has been coming every Friday to buy such plants. This made Afonso start to interest him and wanted to know more about him.

His name was Arthur, born in London, and his best friends were Lukas and Andrei, the other members of the trio. He believed in mystical beings, and every time he talked about it, his green eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. The same wasn't true about his family; he problaby have family problems, but Afonso wouldn't ask about it.

It wasn't Friday, but the blond was in the florist, dressed in a term. Very professional and formal, since he usually wore casual clothes. Afonso had to admit; he liked to see Arthur dressed in this way.

"G-Good afternoon!"

"Good afternoon," said Afonso, with his smile. The blond blushed.

"Ah..." the blond began rummaging in his briefcase, taking out a small sack of pale pink cloth with a green bow. "T-Take it!"

The florist looked curiously at the sack and picked it up.

"Can I ask..."

"I-It's nothing!" Said the blond, moving his hand frantically. "It's to thank the plants ... I-I know they aren't easy to find, nor are they for sale..."

"Oh... You didn't have to."

The Englishman didn't know what to say; he said goodbye as fast as he could and left. Afonso smiled, finding it incredibly lovely.

After closing the florist, the brunet went up the stairs to home and, in the kitchen, peered at the contents of the bag, excited to see what was there.

It was biscuits that were burned, which shocked him - he thought the other was "perfect," so he would never have imagined it. But there was clearly a sweet smell impregnated in them.

He smiled again and looked at Eusébio, sitting on the window sill.

"Funny that he doesn't think it strange that I have magical herbs in the garden, don't you think, Eusébio?"

"King Eusébio for you, Fonz," complained the bird in his thick voice. "And it's not like you're a wizard like your paternal grandmother. You're like your maternal grandfather."

"I know, King," he laughed and fiddled with the green lace. "But I also know that he has put something to make me fall in love with him."

Eusébio said nothing; simply nested. It wasn't necessary, he began to think, you are already in love with him. But I promised your grandmother I would protect you...

From the beginning, Arthur knew that it would be difficult to make Afonso fall in love with him. When he met him, he felt the famous butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks turning red; how could there be such a man?

Arthur knew he was in love, so he wanted to conquer Afonso. He talked to him, tried to get to know him more and more, tried to show himself a little, not in a convinced way, but to make Afonso interested in him.

But it was difficult. Especially when there was someone else in Afonso's life.

He didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Afonso, only that he lived with him. He was a young man with light brown hair and green eyes; he was shorter than the Portuguese, and if he heard correctly, his name was Li. Although the name was Eastern, he was Caucasian.

Not knowing the nature of their relationship, Arthur saw him as his rival.

But nothing seemed to indicate that he had made progress. Desperate, he had made spellbound cookies and gave it to him.

But that shattered him; heavens, what a coward, how stupid; to bewitch someone to love him? This was terrible, it was the worst of the worst. Afonso would never really love him that way. Just the thought of seeing him made his stomach turn; the sense of guilt strangled him, tightened his mind until his soul was destroyed and heavy.

He stopped going to the florist; instead, it was Lukas who was buying the herbs.

He knew very well that Lukas wouldn't say anything about him to Afonso, which left him placid.

Arthur couldn't stop thinking about Afonso; he needed to get something to distract him. He soon realized that he hadn't drawn in a long time.

Decided, he picked up his drawing material and headed for the nearest park. As he drew, he felt freer and more relaxed. It was his father who had taught him to draw; despite their controversial relationship. He didn't like to think of his father very much, but he had to admit that sometimes he had been a good father... Only sometimes, unfortunately.

"That's the one, isn't it?!"

"King, don't do this!"

Someone approached Arthur abruptly, and he looked up; he had never seen the tallest man with brown hair and brown eyes and tanned skin, but he recognized. the one who accompanied him as Li.

The tall one had a furious expression; Arthur was afraid.

"You!" He exclaimed, clearly irritated. "How dare you give something bewitched to Fonz and disappear shortly afterwards like a coward?!"

Arthur was shocked, of course; how did he know that? Heavens, would Afonso have noticed and told to Li...?

"D-Don't be like that, King Eusébio!" Li asked, half frightened.

"Shut up, you idiot lynx!"

"Fonz will be annoyed if he finds out you're being mean to Arthur!"

Eusébio sulked at that and crossed his arms.

"Who..." Arthur began hesitantly. "Who are you?"

"I'm Li and he's Eusébio," Li replied, pointing his thumb at the other. "And we are Fonz's familiars."

"Familiars...?"

"Yes... He will know better, but we were instructed by his grandmother to protect him. That's why Eusébio is furious with you."

"You look like you aren't mad like me!"

"Anyway," Li ignored Eusébio. "Afonso misses you."

"That feeling is false..."

"No, it isn't, idiot!" Eusébio exclaimed, uncrossing his arms in fury. "He really likes you and not because of those cookies you gave him! He didn't even eat them because he knew they were bewitched!"

That made Arthur feel so bad about himself. Afonso had even noticed. The Brit wanted to slip into a hole so shamed he was. But... Afonso liked him... He really liked him...

Arthur had to redeem himself and tell about his own inner feelings.

Afonso was restless. Eusébio rarely leaves home; preferred the comfort of home. Unlike Li, this one was very adventurous.

Among his brothers, Afonso was the only one born with a magic, since he was the son of a different mother. It was insignificant, almost nonexistent, but there it was. His grandmother Dolores had noticed; it was a magic different from hers, and with some research she discovered that the maternal grandfather was an enchanted Moor. And so, while alive, she tried to teach and stimulate the magic of Afonso, to develop it. She saw in him potential, an heir to her magic.

So she made sure he had familiars to help him. Magical contracts were important, in her opinion.

Though his magic was still weak... Her efforts weren't very fruitful there.

"Fonz," heard Li call, as he opened the door. "We arrived!"

"My God, where... Oh," Afonso interrupted when he saw Arthur with them. "Artie... Hello..."

Eusébio and Li returned to their animal forms, rooster and lynx respectively, and left close to them to give them privacy.

Afonso's face paled; why were they going back to their normal shape with Arthur there?!

"I-I.. I can explain..."

"I already know," Arthur said in a comforting tone of voice. He knew that Afonso was frightened that his secret had been revealed; just as he was. "Afonso, I wanted to apologize for what I did..."

"You don't have to apologize," said Afonso, revealing a small smile. "Hug me and swear you won't disappear like this again!"

The blond felt his cheeks burn; he laid the drawing material on the nearest dresser and, timid and hesitant, raised his arms to receive Afonso. His smile widened and Afonso jumped into Arthur's arms. They held each other for a few minutes; Arthur's heart seemed to want to explode. Oh, Afonso smelled like flowers...

"I-Isn't enough?" Arthur asked, embarrassed; the Portuguese found it amusing.

“You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.~”

#porteng #engport #aph portugal #aph england #hetalia #fanfic #joanashippadora #i did it #also in canon verse eusébio and li are normal animals #just to make it clear :'v #but i won't denied that in one rp they were turned into human by england #very funny story #i hope you liked!

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ryntaia · 7 years

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Yutaba: a bit after Valentine's Day, he takes her around where he lives and they come across the girls that tried to give him chocolate

Sorry these prompts have been coming so slow, everyone. I’m a bit held up with some medical issues and some job issues and also I’m studying to get my driver’s license. But do NOT think I’ve forgotten about you guys and your adorable requests like this one! I hope I got the in-game name for the Pocky knockoffs in P5 right...also, there’s mentioned RyuAnn and HaruMako, if anon did not want that then I can re-write it to edit it out so just note me. :)

Without ado, Valentine’s Day two months late.

Also, all the flavors mentioned here are real flavors! I picked the most unique, tasty looking, and fun looking ones from this gallery here.

Fox: Could you do me a favor?

Oracle: What, do you need your computer debugged again

Oracle: I swear if it has over 100 viruses again then I’m tossing it out

Fox: Nothing of the sort. I was wondering if you could meet me at the Kosei Dorms tomorrow.

Oracle: …What for

Fox: I need a favor. I’ll tell you more tomorrow.

Oracle: …Fine, whatever, but if this is about your computer then I swear

The redhead swiped the message bar closed with a sigh, ruffling up the sides of her coat a bit to sink into the fur and leather. It was cold in February. She figured that the poor choice of jean shorts was probably not helping the whole scenario, but Futaba hadn’t been planning to go out today anyways. Couldn’t stand Valentine’s Day, really, with all the people acting all WEIRD everywhere. Even after she had been taken out of her ‘tomb’ she couldn’t help but be annoyed by these excessive displays of affection. The only perk, she supposed, was discount chocolate afterwards.

She sighed in annoyance, glancing at the clock on her phone again. To top all of it off, the Inari was late. She didn’t know why he had dragged her out here today anyways. Somehow, annoying a girl on Valentine’s Day seemed more like a task that Yusuke would throw onto Ann’s shoulders. Then again, Ann probably had enough on her shoulders with Ryuji’s gritty ass chocolate. He had bugged the Sakura family forever to use the Leblanc kitchen to make a good chocolate for this stupid day, then vehemently denied it was for the other blonde.

It almost made Futaba giggle viciously. Like the dumb cat face he had tried to carve into the chocolate hadn’t given him away. Just like her mask.

“Yusuke, what do you think? I made my chocolate look very unique! Do you like the curving shape? Its yours if you want it!”

“Unique doesn’t mean good, stupid! Look, Yusuke, this one is very detailed. I made the cookie cutters myself.”

“Cookies are so yesterday, Mayu! Yusuke, I made a cake. It’s all glazed over and everything. The edges are rounded by chocolate Pocari! I heard you really liked those so I went and picked some up for Akihabara for my cake. It was worth every penny!”

“You’re so petty, Emi!”

“Leave me alone, Keiko! I put a lot of love into Yusuke’s cake!”

Futaba looked up in confusion at the mass of girls arriving—a swarm of Kosei students, all female aside from the tall boy that stood out in the middle of them all. Yusuke Kitagawa. He looked remarkably frustrated, one hand rubbing against the side of his head as the girls around him argued with each other. It didn’t seem like a single one of their words was really registering with him. Just sort of…frustrating him.

It seemed to surprisingly melt away when he noticed Futaba standing aside the dorm building. She quirked her eyebrow. Now THAT was unusual. Yusuke usually wasn’t happy to see her or her quips for him. He didn’t exactly seem to hate it but she had never been much of an icebreaker with him. Now, he was rushing towards her with surprising desperation.

“Futaba, thank goodness you came.” He said. His voice sounded absolutely exhausted; the girls around him were zeroing in on the redhead with a surprising ferocity. She noticed each of them did, in fact, seem to be carrying the extraordinary desserts that she had overheard them talking about. One girl was carrying what looked to be a three tier chocolate cake rounded by thick chocolate sticks—delicious Pocari. Her mouth watered just looking at it; it took her a few seconds to realize Yusuke was still talking to her and that the expressions on the girl’s faces had darkened even further.

“Huh? You say something, Inari?” She asked absentmindedly.

“I asked you if you wanted any of these chocolates. I fully appreciate them, of course…” Yusuke said hastily as discussion broke out among his followers. Ah. Futaba was beginning to understand now. “…but its simply more than I can handle.”

“What about Ann or Haru or Makoto? I bet they’d like some of these, too.” Futaba tried to suppress her laughter at the huffy gasps that came out of Yusuke’s followers as she mentioned each name. As if Yusuke shouldn’t know girls or something! Other than them, the hacker supposed with a snort. “ESPECIALLY Ann. I mean, come on, she loves sweets.”

“Ann is, ah, busy at the moment.” Yusuke replied hopelessly.

Ah right, Ryuji’s nasty chocolate. I hope it didn’t make her bedridden or something…yeesh. He really should’ve just bought some.

“And Makoto and Haru?” She asked deviously. This was kind of fun, she had to admit. She knew damn well where they were, but she wasn’t about to lose this chance to make fun of the Inari. Not when he had tricked her into coming out in the afternoon on Valentine’s Day just to chase off his fangirls. Not a chance. She was going to sap every ounce out of this that she could.

“You know very well that Haru booked Destinyland today.” Yusuke sighed, rubbing his temple. “And Makoto went with her.”

“Probably having a single losers party.” One of the girls jeered. Futaba rolled her eyes; these followers of his were incorrigible. It was easy to see why Yusuke was looking for a way to get away from them. She shook her head. Might as well sap every ounce out of them too.

“Not quite. More like a ‘lovely ladies for lovely ladies’ party.” Futaba replied easily. The followers exchanged glances. “You gotta be a pretty boss girlfriend to reserve Destinyland for your girlfriend the whole day, am I right, Yusuke? I mean, geez, that’s way better than any chocolate! That’s like, what….ten chocolate cakes? If that!”

The girl with the cake nearly dropped her dessert as her jaw dropped open.

“Anyways, I don’t accept second hand chocolate. You’ll have to eat what they gave you on your own. Like a real man.” Futaba stretched upwards. If this was all Yusuke was going to drag her out here for, then she was just about done. Get a few hits in and go; sounded like a pretty satisfactory Valentine’s Day.

“Ah, right, of course. That was rude of me, I apologize.” Yusuke shifted his backpack off his shoulder to dig through it, placing his art supplies carefully at his feet. Futaba stopped, arms falling back at her sides as the artist produced a small, handwrapped box of various rare sweet Pocari. Marble tea, coconut, almond crush, shiroi monburan, nutcream peanut, all tied together with more common flavors like strawberry and chocolate. Some of them weren’t even available in Tokyo anymore.

“W-wha…”

“I heard from Akira that you were fond of these. I’ve got a fondness of them myself, so I spent a few weeks tracking down some of the flavors that I knew any fan of them would appreciate.” Yusuke replied effortlessly; Futaba stared at him blankly, cheeks beginning to burn brightly as he stepped away from the crowd of girls that had been trailing him to guide her away by the shoulder. She didn’t even hazard a glance back at the chattering hens—one could only imagine the death glares she was being fixated with as Yusuke strolled off with the young hacker.

“You didn’t have to do this. Buy all of these, I mean.” Futaba muttered, popping one of the marble tea pocari into her mouth to suck gently on it. “If you had just told me ahead of time that you were having troubles with this then Sojiro would’ve totally let you wait it out in Leblanc. And I would’ve only kinda teased you.”

“True. But they would not have gotten the picture if I had just hidden from them. Besides, you would be surprised at how good they are at finding me.” Yusuke managed a pained smile. “But it’s not like I went through all this effort just because I wanted to get rid of them. Please give me more effort than that. If that was all, then I would’ve just bought some cheap dollar store chocolate, not spent all this time gathering these rare brands.”

“…Oh.”

“I would like to join you at Leblanc now, though. A good cup of coffee would likely go good with these treats, don’t you think?” Yusuke asked; Futaba was surprised to hear a small trace of uncertainty in his voice. Nervousness, almost. Against her better judgement, the redhead’s lips curved into a soft smile.

“It’s a date, Inari.”

#Persona 5 #Yusuke Kitagawa #Futaba Sakura #Yutaba #Valentine's Day #Pocky #requests #Anonymous

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