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starfall-spirit · 9 months

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Day 3: Family

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Summary: Feyre comes home to find her two favorite boys have gotten into her paint and brushes for some quality time as father and son. Once Nyx is down for the night, Rhys shows Feyre just how much he missed her while she was away.

CW: Smut

It had been a long day. A long few days actually, separated from Rhys and Nyx to handle business in Day on her own this time. Feyre was exhausted and all she wanted to do was kiss her little boy, soak in the bath, and fall asleep in her mate’s arms. But of course, her boys were never courteous enough to let her plans go exactly the way she planned. Even with the Riverhouse clock reading a quarter till nine the first sound she heard was a warm belly laugh that could only belong to one little boy.

It was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard, and contagious enough his father reflected it, the pair of them tucked away in her studio if she had to pinpoint the sound. She was already dreading the damage she’d find when she got down the hall.

There they were, right where she guessed they’d be, her wonderful mate and four-year-old sprawled out on a heavy cloth, various brushes scattered around them. “Tomorrow we do Mama’s.”

“Alright, little star. We’ll ask tomorrow.”

“Do you think she’ll like it?” Nyx asked, brow scrunched as he sloppily dragged his paintbrush across Rhys’ tattooed forearm.

“I know she will,” he promised, raising his eyes to where she stood in the doorway. “Won’t you, darling?”

Nyx gasped, springing to his feet and, green paint splattering against Rhys’ shirt as their son flung the brush to the floor and scrambled to Feyre’s side. She suppressed her wince as his paint-covered hands smeared against her skirt. Nothing a little magic couldn’t fix. Hopefully. “Mama, we were painting, see?”

“I see that! You did a beautiful job on Daddy’s tattoo.”

Apparently, it wasn’t colorful enough. So we colored it. Tomorrow it’s your turn.

I heard, she purred back, taking in the ugly muddle the red, green, and purple had blended to. Lucky me, I have two to paint.

Don’t worry, darling. I’ll help you clean up.

The Riverhouse tub was big enough for two.

She leaned down, scooping Nyx in her arms. Damn the dress. She hadn’t seen her little boy in days and they certainly weren’t hurting for money if she needed to replace it. “Come on, handsome,” she said, brushing her nose against his until he giggled. “Let’s get you in a nice warm bath and under your covers, hm?”

“But I’m not tired,” he insisted, his voice distorted by a deep yawn.

She turned back to Rhys who merely raised his brows as if waiting for her response. Oh, so you're making me be the bad guy tonight, are you?

Well, Feyre, you’re the one who told me it was time to stop playing the villain.

That had nothing to do with fatherhood, prick. Still, since she’d been away, Feyre let it slide. “I’m sure you're not, little star,” she told Nyx. “But it’s still bedtime.” He pouted, but leaned his head on her shoulder, humming softly in contentment before drifting to sleep as quickly as an infant might. A bit of simple magic had both her boys clean of paint, even if she knew from experience the grime of the feeling would be left behind. “The bath can wait until morning.”

Rhys nodded, leading the way to Nyx’s room and turning down his bed so Feyre could lay him down and press a kiss to his forehead, unwrapping his chubby arms from around her neck. “Goodnight, my sweet boy.” Sneaking out of the room, she turned back to Rhys. “Before you get into any more trouble—” He wiggled his brows at the implication. “—I’d like to get that mess cleaned up so the brushes don’t dry stiff.”

“I’ll buy you new brushes,” he promised, kissing her neck in a way that made her short of breath. Five years together and the smallest touches had her toes curling. She knew they’d have a thousand more with the bond between them.

She really needed to clear her head. “There’s no need for that, Rhys. They’re in perfectly good shape. I don’t feel like coming into a messy studio tomorrow morning. Let’s just get this done, okay.”

He agreed, begrudgingly. She took his silence as a sign of disappointment, rather than anything suspicious. A mistake she wouldn’t be repeating. Because as she ensured the paints were properly sealed and tucked away, she felt a sticky glob splatter against her face. The familiar scent of her blue acrylic filled her nose and she whirled to face her mate who was already grinning back at her devilishly. All she wanted when she got home was a bath and bed, but now… She had never been one to ignore a thrown gauntlet. Dipping her hand in her own can of paint, she lunged to smear it across his face rather than clumsily fling it at him.

The escalation from there was catastrophic, and Feyre was very grateful she had the foresight to cover her finished canvases before leaving for the Day Court. Every wall was patched with blue, red, green, and yellow. And finally, when they were both covered head to toe, gasping for air between their laughter, Rhys knocked the brush from her hand and brought her down to the ground.

“I should have known better than to come see you boys dressed up nicely.”

“Ah, yes, my pretty diplomat. We all make mistakes.”

“Do you want to hear about Helion’s plans for—”

“Tomorrow,” he murmured against her lips.

The kiss was deep and slow and exploratory. Perfect. Until she made the mistake of brushing her tongue against his lips and the familiarity was broken by the taste of splattered paint. “While this is bringing back some delightful memories that I’m all too happy to recreate, I can’t say I’m so fond of the taste of paint.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough. I believe we discussed a tub earlier.” Rhys scooped her into his arms before heading toward their room where she could already pick up the familiar scent of lavender that revealed her mate had started a bath for her. She groaned. “I know. I’m the best mate in the world and you’d never survive without me.”

Bargain or no bargain, she was sure he was right either way. That didn’t stop her from denying it, though. “Your ego is too big for your own good.”

He laughed again, watching as she went to work peeling him out of his ruined clothes, his own skilled fingers efficiently opening the buttons down her spine until the dress pooled to the floor, utterly ruined beyond repair. “I’ll buy you another,” he murmured, kissing away her slight pout. He growled softly when he glanced down to assess what she’d been wearing beneath that dress. “My mate, off securing our political standing in my favorite bit of lace. Cruel female.”

If only to reinforce just how much he loved that red lace, he made excruciatingly slow work of dragging the scrap of fabric down her legs, sinking to his knees in the process. That look in his eyes said it all, early as strong as a thought down the daemati link. I know how much you like seeing me kneel for you, darling.

He didn’t give her the chance to say something smart about it, either, shooting back to his feet and carrying her to the steaming bath, his mouth sealing over hers. His hands slid over her body, massaging just as much as exploring. She sighed against his mouth as the heated water and the roll of his knuckles and fingers worked out the knots earned through both stress and training.

“I don’t suppose you’ll listen if I tell you to take it easy the next few days.” She ignored him, nibbling along his collarbone as his hands slid down beneath her shoulder blades to the worst tension—muscles pulled and overworked while supporting wings. Despite shifting away from the heavy, boned Illyrian wings, as Feyre had begun to favor the anatomy of the Seraphim, the weight and exertion still left her sore. Her fascination had started after their visit to Cretea last summer. She had donned the feathered wings and leaped at the chance to join their annual race, finding even as she lagged, they were easier to hold up and maneuver. Certainly lighter.

And Rhys had helped her discover all sorts of new sensitivities after receiving a few not-so-subtle pointers from the males residing on the island.

“We can review that tonight, Feyre darling,” he offered, having snuck past her shields to replant the image of her coming undone beneath him, lines of red streaked down his back as he worked one of those sensitive points until she was a wrung out puddle beneath him.

“You’re a menace,” she growled back, starting to work a sponge over his neck and chest, staining the water around them as she repeatedly rinsed and wrung it dry.

Simple magic cleared the water each time, until they were both clean from top to toe. She enjoyed these moments, simple as they were. Maybe it was the simple intimacy, or maybe it was the quiet pride in knowing she was the only female who had done such things for him, not only regarding access to his wings, but the nonsexual intimacy they shared was worth everything. The warmth in his eyes and the lazy circles he was tracing at her hips and the small of her back said he found it just as precious.

Standing from the pool-like bath, he set her down on the mat before towling her off with the utmost care. “Bed,” he murmured against her hair. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

She nodded, a ripple of something down the bond suggesting she had no need for pajamas at the moment.

Perching on the bed, she took her brush from her bedside table and brushed the knots from her hair. Not that it would stay tangle free for very long. For all the small magic fae possessed, she’d yet to find anything that might solve the rat’s nest she was left with night after night.

She felt Rhys watching her from the doorway. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you the past few days?”

She smiled. “Are you going to tell me or show me?” Suddenly she wasn’t feeling all that tired.

His lips curled in a smirk. “We mentioned wings, I believe.”

Finally she turned to look at him. “It seems we’re both lacking there.”

Why he had vanished them in the bathroom, she didn’t know. But it hardly seemed fair that only one of them would get to play tonight. He gave her a smile she could almost call sympathetic. “We’ll have time for the fun of that another night. But considering that I’ve been home watching Nyx while you’ve been out doing such hard work as High Lady,” he suggested, as if their child wasn’t a heathen hellbent on making their lives difficult lately, “you deserve to take things easy now. Let me take care of you tonight, Feyre,” he said, already rolling his thumbs into one calf, kissing the inside of her ankle as he watched her summon her wings before reclining into the pillows behind her. “Gorgeous,” he praised. “Absolutely stunning. And all mine.”

He crawled up the bed, leaving a trail of kisses as he went, wasting no time with further foreplay. That was for another night. Tonight he’d made his sole focus clear, a mischievous gleam taking permanent residence as he brushed his fingers over her soft midnight-feathered wings.

The consequences started as light as a breath before he raised his hands to the ridges of her wings and heat and need began building little by little. “Look at you,” he purred as she clenched her thighs, his tone a bit too proud for her liking. “Coming undone for me.”

Though different in appearance from Illyrian wings, the tender joints and muscles were similar enough that Rhys had no trouble finding those mentioned sensitivities. His fingers slipped under her back, clamping down to put pressure on the spot where her right wing met her back. A deep chuckle left him as she moaned, locking her legs around his waist, only for the sound to be cut short as she ground against his cock, They’d save tender and teasing for another day too.

“Play later,” she growled.

And while he didn’t release her wing, he did reach down between them, his thumb rubbing over her clit before he lined up against her, pushing in slowly. Until she was tight around him, not a sliver of space between their bodies. He slanted his mouth over hers again, raising that free hand to cup her breast.

“Never enough. A thousand years with you wouldn’t be enough, Feyre.”

“You say that now, with only five behind us,” she joked, tracing over the whirls of ink she’d committed to memory by now. “You’ll be sick of me one day, wishing you could get me out of your head.”

“Never,” he said again, too far gone to even consider her teasing, apparently. She groaned as he rolled his hips in a steady rhythm, locking her legs tighter around him. “Never.”

“Rhys.” She was just on the verge of begging when a twist of his wrist sent her spiraling, biting into his neck to keep from screaming out. His pace only increased, granting her no recovery time as he drove into her harder with each thrust, the end of her first orgasm bleeding into a second as every unspoken feeling rolled down the bond between them as they so often did. She whimpered beneath him as she tried to master herself.

“Give me one more, Feyre.”

“Rhys, please.”

“One more. You can do it, sweetheart.”

She whined, but surrendered, letting another climax build as his teeth closed over her pulse. Come for me Feyre.

A sound more animal than anything left Rhys as he came inside of her, triggering her own release. He trailed soothing strokes over her skin as they came down together. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “My Feyre.”

She groaned as he slowly pulled out of her, barely finding the energy to vanish her wings before curling into her mate’s steady warmth. “Quite the welcome home,” she murmured.

“It’s my pleasure to serve, darling.” She huffed, but let him tuck her in closer. “Sleep, Feyre.”

Home in his arms, she did.

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bumblebeehug · 9 months

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Happy Endings

Ship: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia Summary: What Natsu knew about families had been an ever-changing subject for as long as he could remember. Yet somehow, he found himself free from these wonders one day. Day 2 of Nalu Week - prompt: family Ao3

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Natsu could only remember one time in his life when he was searching for a family. During that time, he only remembered cold, dark woods, and a feeling of abandonment he couldn’t shake. Igneel had disappeared, and he truly felt scared and alone. When Makarov picked him up and carried him to the warm safety of the Fairy Tail guild, he remembered feeling better, though still confused and upset. Igneel had been all he had, all he needed, and suddenly he was gone, and Natsu needed someone else to help him teach him how to live. In that sense Makarov was an angel from above – he provided him with a family, friends, food and roof over his head. He provided him with the guidance he needed to function in society, and for that Natsu would forever be thankful.

As he met the other children Makarov had managed to pick up on his journeys, he also had to learn how to share, and how to play fairly. That way he discovered that he hated a black-haired boy named Gray, that the redheaded girl called Erza was scarier than anyone he had ever met before – and mind you, his dad was a dragon, and he discovered that the Strauss siblings were easy to boss around. Well, not Mira-Jane, she was as scary as Erza, but the other two, Lisanna and Elfman, were fun and easy to play with. Though Elfman was quite the scaredy cat, which made some games complicated whenever they played together.

And so it happened that Natsu and Lisanna became best friends. They still had their differences – Natsu was wilder than her and wanted to play more violent games, preferably in a way that made him look tough, and Lisanna liked to make those games more emotional. She was actually quite good at storytelling and managed to modify Natsu’s ideas to make it work for both of them. If Natsu wanted to fight, then she would make it that he was fighting for a good cause – to protect his friends and family, and Lisanna herself could be a princess or a sibling who had to be saved. They worked well, the two of them – something that would be proved when they finally got old enough to go on missions to earn some money for themselves. Though that’s skipping ahead in time.

Before they went on missions together, they one day found a mysterious egg. By then Natsu had gotten more content with the idea of staying with Fairy Tail for good. He would always search for Igneel, and he would certainly find him, but until then he liked the group of people he knew in this wild guild. He even liked Gray, though he’d never admit it if anyone asked. The guild was wild and violent, friendly fights breaking out every other day, but he knew in his heart that this was his home, and that the people inside it was his family.

Lisanna, who Natsu thought was getting more creative by the hour, figured out that they could play house with this egg they found. For her, the family dynamic was simple to spot – she would be the mommy, Natsu the daddy, and whatever was in that egg would be the baby. Of course, the part of her that had a small crush on Natsu was also happy with this game, and unbeknownst to her, Natsu was also pleased with it. He had too much pride to admit it, but he loved playing with Lisanna, despite her to him crazy ideas about wives and husbands and weddings. Those words had no substance in his world – why couldn’t everyone just live and love and let life happen without the interruptions of ceremonies and such? Well, it didn’t really matter when it came down to it, because ceremonies or not, games or reality, the egg was bound to hatch, and when it did and a tiny, blue, flying kitten came out of it, Natsu felt something click within himself. The cat, who Natsu named Happy, had brought together the guild in a way he never quite had seen or experienced before. In the guild, people had lost big parts of their families, replacing it with the friends and elderly figures found in Fairy Tail, but now they met Happy – a cat who not only could fly, but who they also soon learned could speak. This kitten had never known a life without a family, abandoned or lost. He was constantly surrounded by loud and happy people, and even when he wasn’t in the guild hall, he spent all his awake time with Natsu and Lisanna. Happy’s childhood fascinated many of the children. For him, the constant flow of people around him, assured that he would never truly be lonely. He could have a silly fight with Natsu and Lisanna, who were likely trying their best to raise him, even though they were only children themselves, and Happy could fly off to some other group of people, who all would be grateful to have him near them. See, Happy was properly and thoroughly loved, because all the family he had ever known, would never leave him.

Natsu saw Happy’s childhood unfold right in front of him. He was practically the only person Happy would dare to categorise as a father figure, though, brother was probably a better word for it, seeing as they practically learned to live side by side. Still, even if Natsu wouldn’t be able to put it into words by this age, he understood that Happy’s childhood was the ideal. All his friends should have gotten a chance to experience what Happy did, but too few of them actually did. By this time, he knew enough about marriages, wives, husbands and children, to know that one day, he would like to try again at raising a baby. Happy was quite exceptional, who survived having Natsu as his main provider, and Natsu looked forward to raising actual human babies – though it could certainly wait until he had sniffed out Igneel.

Lisanna had taken a huge role when it came to raising Happy. She took it more seriously than any other friend Natsu knew, and even though he first should have been concerned over the lack of adults who partook in Happy’s early months, he soon found out that she was the perfect person for the job. Kind-hearted, caring, fun and responsible. She truly was it all, and Natsu couldn’t help noticing his feelings for her develop. Maybe it was his years as a preteen, or maybe he was just finally old enough to see her clearly, but his admiration for her grew constantly. Not a day went by where Natsu and Happy weren’t by Lisanna’s side. They were glued together, until the day came when Lisanna had gotten permission to take a harder job with her siblings. It was the worst day in Natsu’s life since he was abandoned by his father in the woods. Now, he felt like he had truly been through it all. The only consultation was that he still had Happy by his side, and even that wasn’t cheering him up. How could anyone deal with the death of someone? Had Natsu spent all this time with her in vain? Weren’t they supposed to try again with the family stuff, some day far into the future?

As soon as he had noticed his happiness come, he saw it go. Over and over again, he watched the last memory of her repeat in his mind. Fair skin, light hair, endlessly blue eyes, and the softest smile he had ever known. He was meant to protect her, to be there to ward off any dangers, just like they had played as kids. How could fate be so cruel that he didn’t even get to see his longest friend grow old? Natsu had never asked for much, he never expected Lisanna to hold on to her childhood crush on him, and he truthfully wasn’t expecting himself to hold on to it either. He knew life could come between the two of them, but how could he accept it when it was death that split them, and not life?

Natsu wasn’t proud of how he dealt with his sorrows. It had begun with anger, not at anyone specific – especially not Mira or Elfman, who he knew did all they could to protect her, even when Elfman had lost all control. No, he was mad at himself, for not being there for her, even if he wouldn’t be able to beat an out-of-control Elfman, he could have gone in her place. Really, anything would have been a better outcome than this, he thought, as long as it meant that Lisanna could get a chance to live a long and full life.

After Natsu went through the different stages of grief, he learned that the way he could most comfortably cope with his loss, was to push other people away. Don’t get him wrong, he wouldn’t go out of his way to ignore people if they wanted to talk with him or hang around him, but he had stopped trying to reach out and connect with the rest of the guild. Happy was always by his side of course, and as he vowed he would never allow anything bad happen to him, he also knew that he was avoiding emotional confrontation. At several instances he would realise that Happy was trying to make him talk about what had happened, to maybe come to some cliché solution where Natsu finally could say “life works in mysterious ways” and then continue living. Not that Happy necessarily wanted him to come to that conclusion, but he knew that Natsu was avoiding what had happened, and it would only lead to more harm in the future if he couldn’t learn to cope with it now. He might not have understood exactly that things would end up like that, but he sensed that something could go very wrong within Natsu’s brain if he didn’t start connecting with people again.

The sorrow however never subsided; it just became greyer as the time went on. Even if Natsu never truly recovered from the loss, the same way that Mira and Elfman had changed for good, life still got easier. He slowly started to learn to live with it, and despite his emotional unavailability, other than the anger his hot-headed temper allowed to show, he still managed to learn to appreciate the family he still had. He never let his sight go of Happy, and he always made sure he was in safety before he joined in with any guild brawls. He also never managed to gather a proper team after Lisanna passed, but he still had idle chats by the bar when the time was right. He disguised his cravings for the touch of another human’s skin by throwing fists at Gray and Loke, and he even took some time to appreciate Erza’s reliability from afar whenever he thought no-one noticed.

This is how his relationship with the guild looked like for a long time. Admiring from afar, never letting people see his real feelings and desires, in fear that he would lose another friend if he got too close. It was after all an undeniable pattern – he loved Igneel, and he disappeared one day. He found proper fatherly love in Gildarts, who always went away as fast as he arrived. And Lisanna – the person he had the most tender relationship with, went away in the most excruciating way. It couldn’t keep happening like this, and so he hid away his feelings.

A few weird coincidences lead to a big change in Natsu’s life. One day in the guild, he had accidentally overheard a fellow guild mate mention a fire breathing salamander. Normally, breathing fire wasn’t out of the ordinary for Natsu. It was after all a magic spell he had learned at a young age, and he now managed to control it relatively easily. Adding that to the word salamander however awoke a picture in his head – a salamander didn’t look too far off from a dragon, apart from size and some other minor details. And if it could breathe fire, then it might just as well be possible that it was Igneel! So, despite the very high chance of it not being Igneel, he went to search for him, just to check it out. It wasn’t too far away, but he took the train, because he simply didn’t want to waste any time (though he didn’t know he’d pass out from motion sickness and accidentally waste time through an extra trip). At the time he didn’t know that time was moving him towards his fate, so he could happen to meet the right person, just at the right time.

The commotion the “salamander” brought to the coastal town of Hargeon was fateful indeed – he saw a weak fire mage (who certainly didn’t compare to a dragon) scam young girls by making them think he had certain interest in them, he somehow got an autograph, and then there she was, with bright yellow hair, brown concerned eyes, and a magic mouth. Magic was an exaggeration, since she had only offered to buy him and Happy some lunch, but he was grateful non the less. In fact, he hadn’t been too off with the magic stuff – the weird girl called Lucy was a celestial mage, which was something he knew nothing about before their encounter. Apparently, she could summon “spirits” or “sprites” (he didn’t care too much about the proper terminology) thanks to magical keys.

Despite her chatty mouth, he immediately knew that he liked her. There was something refreshing about her – maybe it was the way she acted the same way his guildmates did, combined with the fact that she didn’t know anything about him. He was a new face to her, and that was something he appreciated. When their ways crossed again, he knew he had to take this chance to keep her close. She had been talking excitedly about his guild during the meal, and he found her praise quite flattering, before the royal guards could capture the two of them, he grabbed her hand and made his offer: the offer to join Fairy Tail.

His life drastically changed after she joined the guild. That girl, Lucy Heartfilia, she really knew how to shake things up in that old building. She was stubborn, kind-hearted, hot headed, funny, and incredibly smart, and somehow, she stuck around Natsu, despite his standoffish attitude and impolite way of inviting her to his team by attempting to use her looks to deceive some old duke. Really, she could have decided to go on her own jobs from that point, and he wouldn’t blame her the slightest. But she decided to stay, even when he brought her on S-class jobs and practically made her risk her life. And after this, when she turned out to be the daughter of the Heartfilia Konzern, she spent most of her time worrying if she even deserved to be a member of the guild. He couldn’t believe it! She was the only one ha really had been able to get close to since Lisanna died, and as if that wasn’t enough, she even brought him closer to his other guild mates. He had never spent as much time with Gray or Erza or Mira before Lucy got in the picture.

There was never a dull day now that Lucy had joined the guild. People he had seen as enemies were now allies, like that weird other dragon slayer, Gajeel, and the water girl Juvia. The jobs they took (somehow, they had allowed Erza and Gray to join their team, which Natsu wasn’t too happy about – he liked the small group of him, Lucy and Happy) got crazier and crazier, and the effect it had on the guild, his family, was nothing less than magical. It’s silly of him to compare the great, amazing, good things to magic, because magic was an ordinary concept now that wizards and witches grew in population, but it was true; Lucy made them all tighter, happier, even if they didn’t know how much credit she deserved.

Thanks to this girl’s existence, Natsu, Wendy, Happy and Carla were able to survive some really complicated situations, when Lucy turned out to be the only one who could use magic in the weird reality called Edolas. Thanks to her they figured out how to save the rest of the guild, and as a byproduct, one of the most improbable things happened: Lisanna came back to life. Well, that wasn’t exactly how it had gone, since she never really died in the first place, but that is how it felt for everyone from Earthland. Mira and Elfman got their little sister back, and they were happier than ever, and though Natsu should have felt ecstatic as well, seeing as his first resemblance of love was back, he didn’t feel very different. He was happy, but he had been for a while now, now that Lucy was around. His childhood crush was just that – a childhood crush, and he was grateful to be able to befriend Lisanna again after all this time apart. The odd thing was that he didn’t feel a need to get back to how things were. Happy almost seemed the same – excited to see Lisanna alive and well, but not in need to continue their mother-son relationship from where it dropped off.

And around that time was when it hit Natsu: his idea of a family had changed drastically. Igneel was still in the back of his mind, and the guild would always be his home, but now he found himself constantly drawn to the girl whose golden hair could outshine the stars. His life suddenly revolved around her, and Happy had found himself right in the middle of it. Lucy and Happy were even tighter than Lisanna and Happy – not because Happy didn’t like Lisanna, but because Lucy had become one of his absolute best and closest friends, only competing with Natsu himself. They had become a team, even way back then, and the three of them would just continue to play around and live life as dangerously as humanely possible. They were inseparable.

As time went by, they had been through a lifetime of crazy experiences. They had been stuck in time after being attacked by a dragon, gotten a comeback at the Grand Magic Games and won the whole thing, then he met future Lucy who sacrificed herself for her past self, something that would never be forgotten by Natsu, and he would certainly never forgive future Rogue for acting like that. At that point he hadn’t met the dragons though, but he soon would, and somehow he would survive seven of them, and then, after visiting a town where giants lived, a demon guild decided to kidnap Natsu, because apparently he had some connection to Zeref, the dark mage, and then, completely out of the blue, Igneel showed up. Lucy had been there for all of this, and at the time she already seemed out of it, sort of depressed in a way that maybe only Natsu could pick up on. She had been waving it off as being tired, but later he learned she had sacrificed Aquarius, her mother’s key, just so she could save the guild from being digested by a monster. And now, there he was, Natsu’s father, or the closest thing he had ever known to be a father, and he was there to fight Fairy Tail’s greatest enemy: Acnologia.

In an ideal world, Igneel was supposed to win that fight. He would win, and he would spend the rest of his life with Natsu and Happy and Lucy and the guild, and so would the other dragons. Everything was supposed to be alright afterwards, and the whole E.N.D. thing would solve itself. His heart would be full, and his family would be whole. He would have it all. So, when the evil force that was Acnologia murdered Igneel in front of Natsu’s eyes, he knew something had to change. Something that Natsu never believed would happen in a million years, in his darkest nightmares, happened, and he couldn’t stop it. The image was etched into his brain, and it replayed like a scratched CD, scarring the brain tissue that was responsible for his happiness, and that was when he knew he could never allow something similar to happen ever again. No matter what, he had to get stronger. If he hadn’t been strong enough to prevent Igneel from dying, then there was no chance for him to stop Zeref or Acnologia. So, he did the only thing he could think of. He left everyone in order to grow stronger.

Natsu had never intended to leave Lucy alone, and he certainly didn’t intend to bring Happy either. Happy was great, and even if he pretended to have full faith in the blue feline’s survival skills, he was worried he’d hurt him with his fire, or that he’d accidentally drop a boulder on him somehow during this training. That’s why he first wanted to leave Happy with Lucy – they could take care of each other. If Happy didn’t want to be with her all the time, he could be with Lisanna or Wendy, or anyone he'd like, really. But not even Natsu could convince Happy to stay behind – the exceed simply wouldn’t hear of it. He protested for days when he learned that Natsu intended to leave Lucy as well, but when he didn’t budge, all Happy could do was to convince him to at least leave a note, so she wouldn’t worry too much. So that’s what he did. It took many days for Natsu to get the words right, as it felt like nothing he wrote would be enough to excuse himself with. “Happy and I are going to train, we’ll be back in a year” could be reworded as “I’m running away, yikes, don’t die, maybe I’ll come back, or not” and it gave off practically the same feeling. The letter he settled on was short and cruel in his opinion, and he knew he could never fully be forgiven for what he was about to do, but he just couldn’t deal with this loss in any other way.

It wasn’t supposed to be as hard to leave as it was. Natsu and Happy had always been the original original team, ever since Natsu found that egg in the woods. It hadn’t been Lisanna who found him, but Natsu, and therefore they stuck together. They had known each other for Happy’s entire life, and Lucy had only joined a few years ago, plus 7 years that couldn’t really count. That was the facts, Happy and Natsu, Natsu and Happy – it was always those two who would stick together, no matter the situation. So why on earth was leaving Lucy the hardest thing he had to make himself do? He had no choice but to see his father leave, but running away from Lucy was entirely Natsu’s decision. He would be crushing mountains and he would evaporate entire lakes and seas, yet those feats had nothing on him abandoning her. He didn’t understand how or why, but Lucy was more important than anyone else he had ever met, well, parallel to Happy. Natsu didn’t care about Lucy like a sister or anything, not like Erza, Levy, Cana, Mira or nowadays Lisanna. She was just his friend, except it wasn’t fair to call her “just” or “friend”. She was… his. That’s all he could get from it. She was his new safe point, where he went to recharge or relax, and calling her family didn’t make sense for him at the time, despite the similar characteristics she shared with the rest of the guild.

When he finally had enough courage to return, she had changed drastically. Before she seemed to live life like there was no tomorrow, never worrying about a thing, flying from one job to another, just happy to experience life in all it’s glory. When he met her eyes in the burning stadium, he couldn’t find the glimmer he once had compared to the stars. He had never felt so heartbroken. It felt so stupid, because here he was, grinning like an idiot, asking a stupid and shallow question, and Lucy should have taken her chance to kick him and scream at him and cry, and yet she managed to smile and carry on being her kind, polite self. Except, he knew she felt weirded out by the whole thing. They hadn’t met each other in an entire year, yet here he and Happy was, acting as if no time had gone by at all. A dick move, but it was the only thing Natsu knew he could do. And sometimes, for a few minutes, he could swear he had dreamt the whole year of training, and that everything was back to how it used to be. Him, Lucy and Happy, eating and playing and talking, like there was eternity ahead of them.

While the air between Natsu and Lucy sometimes grew thick, the bond between them also grew. It became stronger after this time apart, and now all Natsu could think of was how mature she seemed compared to him. Her hair was in this ponytail on the side of her head, tied with a really pretty blue ribbon, that really flattered her skin tone. Her clothes were new as well, and he couldn’t help but admire her lean back whenever he walked behind her. He was so aware of everything she said and did, and he found himself multiple times trying to casually show off to her. He felt pretty humbled when he learned that she had done her own special training, even learning to use those star dresses (though some of those outfits he wouldn’t mind being more covering), and her job as a journalist had clearly only aided her in becoming smarter, and suddenly he once again felt like he had missed too much of her time. He found himself wishing that he’d never left at all, just so he could have been by her side as she grew.

The true turning point in their relationship happened later on, during the final war against Zeref and his nation. One of the Spriggan 12, a woman named Dimaria, had killed her, murdered her, his Lucy, and for him, that was the point of no return. His fury burned absolutely everything, from what he later heard, even time and space, and he wouldn’t have changed that outcome for anything in the world, even in hindsight. When his anger blocked his vision, his hearing and all other senses, he remembered only having one thing in mind. He had to kill the one responsible to Lucy’s death, and it didn’t matter who he had to get through. In fact, he didn’t care if this fire and rage killed him, because without her he couldn’t imagine living on.

The rest of that big day was kind of a big blur. He knew he had gotten his senses back in the middle of a fight with Gray, where Erza had stepped in to break them up. Shortly after he could smell Lucy, and then before he knew it her arms were wrapped around him. He was completely drained, but inside he was the happiest man alive. She was alive, maybe he somehow had managed to save her from the cruel fate Dimaria would have given her otherwise. Then more time passed, and things became blurry again until he felt part of himself heal. He once again sensed Lucy had jumped in to save him in some smart way he couldn’t wrap his head around, because he was fighting Zeref and only barely managed to stay up against him.

To describe every single moment that Lucy saved his life in, or to go into detail about every fight they fought together would take a lifetime. When Fairy Tail fought Zeref, Natsu weren’t unfamiliar to his possessiveness towards the celestial mage, since he many times had found himself vowing to keep promises to her future self, or just vowing to never let a single enemy who somehow hurt Lucy go unharmed. As he returned from Acnologia’s spiritual world, he realised that the place he was falling towards, was home. It was more than just the ruins of his guild, and it was more than his mates standing around, waiting for some celebration to begin for surviving the hardest battle yet: he fell towards Lucy and Happy. Even in midair he found himself relieved – despite having the landing left to do. In a few seconds he’d be face to face with the most beautiful face in the entire world, and he would say “I’m home” because for him there was no better word to describe that feeling. Then he would hear her say “Welcome home” and he would feel his life fall into place, like he’d finally found the missing piece to the never-ending puzzle of his life.

Sometime in the future, Natsu would continue this puzzle. He would have learned by then that the wife-thing Lisanna talked about when they were little, was more than just childish dreams from a small girl, and he would allow himself to thrive in the family he’d make with Lucy. First it would be the two of them, and Happy of course. Then he’d look back at his memories from Edolas, when he met Lucy Ashley and Natsu Dragion’s daughter, Nasha, and he’d think of Grieg, and he’d think of Levy and Gajeel’s twins, and by then he’d want to expand the tiny family they made up. For Lucy to be a mother, for Natsu to be a father, and for Happy to be the best uncle anyone could ever ask for, was according to Natsu, the so-called “Happy Ending” everyone had been talking about. He would fill his life with new adventures, and he’d experience them all with Lucy, whom he by then would proudly be able to call the love of his life, and he would tell everyone that she was exactly that, until she begged him to shut his mouth and let his actions prove it instead of his words.

And though this was in the future, and he had no idea how it would turn out yet, he knew he’d never have to search for a family ever again. Now that he promised his entire future to her, he could feel safe in the knowledge that he’d spend the rest of his life dedicated to fulfilling all his promises to protect her and take her on endless amounts adventures. Not even a happy ending had to end when he had forever with her. Natsu’s Lucy.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #nalu #fairy tail nalu #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail fanfic #nalu fanfiction #nalu fanfic #natsu x lucy #nalu week 2023 #naluweek2023 #prompt: family #bumblebeehug writes

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brighter-arda · 1 year

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Aroallo Boromir and alloace Faramir for day 4 of @aspecardaweek 🪙💛🤍💚🟢 ❤️💕🤍💜

Part 16 of toi's indigenous tolkien series

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1: text 'aromantic allosexual'. around the words are flowers in the colours of the aroallo flag (green, white, yellow, gold). behind the text is a symbol of minas tirith

2: a Blak man with white body/face paint on a background of aroallo colours. on top is text 'Boromir' with a white stone texture. there is a square border and small text 'captain of gondor'

3: a different Blak man with white body/face paint wearing possum fur. background is alloace colours (red, pink-red, white and purple). on top is text 'Faramir' with a white stone texture. there is a square border and text 'prince of ithilien'

4: text 'alloromantic asexual'. around the words are flowers in the colours of the alloace flag. behind the text is the symbol of the white tree of gondor

5: text 'sons of the steward' surrounded by green, black, white, grey and purple flowers. behind is a symbol of crossed swords.

6: both Blak men. Boromir holds a staff. on top is text 'brothers' with a white flower texture. behind is a four point star and different colours in each quarter (black, green, purple, grey) which together make the aspec flag.]

#boromir #faramir #lotr #the third age #blak australian tolkien #pacific tolkien #boromir = luke currie-richardson #who is kuku yalanji + djabugay + munaldjali and torres strait islander (meriam)#faramir is iluka sax-williams #who is taungurung and torres strait islander (tibrean)#queer character #moodboards and edits #aspecardaweek #toi's creations #toi's indigenous tolkien series #mepoc #contains image description #prompt: family

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huntlowweek · 2 years

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Official prompts for HUNTLOW WEEK 2022!!

The dates are on December 5th — December 11th 💛💚

Each day has two prompts you can choose from or combine! Draw, write, make a playlist, be creative!

Don’t forget to have fun Huntlow lovers💛💚

If you have any questions regarding the week feel free to DM us!

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tallbluelady · 11 months

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"Do you have any thoughts on names, love? I have to admit that I've only thought of taking the suffix of my parents' name to honor them…"

"If honor doth be in consideration, I would ask that our son's name wouldst honor Master Louisoix's as well."

"So Louineaux then? It does have a rather pleasant ring to it."

"That it doth."

"And for a girl's name… Luninne would fit nicely, if Louineaux has a sister."

"Twould be almost as lovely as any daughter of thine, dearest."

#junelezen 2023 #aether and anatomy #rowan argentas #urianger #urianger x wol #prompt: family #:3 #i am sllllllllllowly letting myself make content for this future family #anywho #if it's not obvious #rowan is suggesting luninne as luna + ninne #as in the elezen word for moon #like moenbryda #i still haven't shook out how rowan and urianger talk about moenbryda yet #but suffice to say she has complicated feelings #so this is a big gesture on her part

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officialfeysandweek · 9 months

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AO3 Collection・Event Masterlist・Prompts ・Guidlines

📝Fics:

All's Fair in Love + Paint Wars by @starfall-spirit

Three Birds of a Feather by @areyoudreaminof

Mother of Nightmares by @shallyne

This Love is Alive Back From the Dead by @itsthedoodle

Buried Alive Inside My Dreams by @separatist-apologist

Cops and Cups drabble by @shallyne

The Dust of the Stars in her Eyes by @rosanna-writer

Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans by @the-lonelybarricade

Crying in the IKEA parking lot by @dawninlatin

🎨Art:

Feysand pregnancy comissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from artist @/Eneritoart

The men that would do anything for their high lady by @whettpaint

Feyre Doing Her Daughters Hair commissioned by @shallyne from artist @rosebudart

🎶Misc:

Feysand fic recommendation - High Tide Came and Brought You In from @ultadverb

Feysand family headcanon by @harperbrynne

Incorrect quote by @shallyne

Feysand parenting headcanons by @dreamlandreader

IC Finding Out Feysand Are Mates Headcanon by @darling-archeron

The High Lady, The High Lord, and The Prince of Night Court moodboard by @shallyne

If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to us!

🎨: @dreadart

#feysand #pro feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #feyre x rhysand #feysandweek2023 #prompt: family #feysand masterlist #sorry im behind on this

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lost-sheep · 1 year

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The house don’t fall when the bones are good

#WeilanWeeks2022 #WeiLan #Zhao Yunlan #Shen Wei #镇魂 #镇魂 guardian #Guardian #Zhenhun #Prompt: Family

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foxybananaaaz · 7 months

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Lucien Week, Day Five :: Family.

From the family he left behind in Autumn, to his friends in the Spring and Night Court, and the human's he's chosen to live with (and the father he may or may not know about in Day), Lucien's blood and chosen family are scattered throughout Prythian. @lucienweekofficial

Lucien left after four hours, fearful he may already be too late, though he couldn't exactly leave earlier, not after Helion had announced him his son, his Heir. But after four hours, the excitement died down enough that Lucien winnowed out and to the Border of Summer Court and Autumn Court.

Finding a squirrel, he sighed in relief. Crouching down, making sure none of his body tipped into the Autumn Court at all, he spoke to the squirrel, knowing them to be far more than just ordinary squirrels found amongst other courts.

"My name is Lucien Vanserra, seventh and youngest son of the High Lord Beron. I need you to go get Eris Vanserra, first and oldest son of the High Lord Beron. Quickly though, as fast as you can. Have him meet me here." Lucien spoke, praying to the Mother and Cauldron both that the news had not reached the Autumn Court yet, as invoking his title he had since birth would not work with the woodland creatures, and they would not take orders from anyone but the High Lords family.

The squirrel, on its hind legs, tilted its head, looking at Lucien, before running off East. He hoped that was a good sign, and the squirrel kept East. All he could do was wait.

One of the benefits from being emissary for Tamlin was that he could be in any court, almost any court, he corrected as he looked towards the colourful trees. The benefit of being emissary for Tamlin was that he could now be in most of the courts without raising alarms, as he had made friendships and business relationships in them all. So he had no concerns standing in the Summer Court as he waited.

After half an hour, Eris arrived, confusion on his face. If his reason for being here were not so dire, he would tease his eldest brother for finally having information Eris did not. But now was not the time. He was here for an important reason, bordering on, if not already, an emergency.

Before Eris could ask his brother why he insisted on meeting, and so dangerously close to the Autumn Court where one wrong, frantic step, and their other brothers would not hesitate to take him to the Forrest House, Lucien spoke.

Lucien spoke, informing Eris that he had to get their mother out, and she had to leave today, within the hour, preferably. Lucien stood there, watching his eyebrows raise, even more confusion on his face, as he explained how he had plans in motion to make it happen, but he needed at the very least three more days to succeed barely, the whole week to succeed perfectly.

Lucien shook his head before explaining. "My f-" Lucien stopped himself. It didn't feel right yet. The timing did not feel right. Starting again, Lucien explained that Helion was growing rather annoyed with all the rumours and had told an entire courtyard of people in the Day Court about who he was.

"I was lucky to make it here in time before the news got here. Before the woodland creatures got the news, otherwise I would not have got the squirrel to get a message to you." Lucien finished explaining.

A glance towards his brother, he could see the restrained anger. Anger that he had to throw a months worth of planning out the window and come up with something on the spot. Pacing, Lucien saw his brother thinking before he stopped.

Eris then explained how he would bring his mother out for a walk to visit his hounds about twice a week. He could bring her out, go behind the shed, and winnow her to Lucien in the Day Court.

Lucien shook his head. "The Day Court is the first place father will look. Followed by the Night Court." Lucien explained. Now his turn to think. It took less than a minute when the idea hit him. He turned to his brother, telling him to bring their mother to Jurian and Vassa, and explain the situation. He knew his friends would not turn his mother away. "He won't look for her in the Human Lands."

And with that, Lucien and Eris bid farewell, and Lucien watched as his eldest brother winnowed away. Waiting no more than five minutes, Lucien winnowed to the Night Court to let Rhysand and Feyre know to expect a visit from his father, or at least one of his father's officials. And to expect his father to place spies around in case his mother were to show up.

It had been a month since Lucien had been announced son of Day, and had seen Eris. When he had finally returned from the Night Court after his meeting with his brother, Helion, annoyed, yet concerned, demanded to know where Lucien had been and why he just left.

After Lucien had finally told Helion that Eris knew who he was, and had for a few weeks, and had been working on a plan to get their mother out of the Autumn Court so she would be safe when the news inevitably came out, Lucien noticed the immediate regret on Helions face.

Lucien quickly reassured the male, though, letting him know that he and Eris had come up with a last-minute plan, and his mother was free and safe. That she was in a place Beron would not look to find her. He did not include, though, that he had no way of knowing if his mother actually did make it to his human friends house safely or not.

He kept telling himself that Eris was great at these sorts of things. If anyone could manage to get their mother out safely, it was him. Their mother was safe. Living with humans, yes. But she was safe.

But it had been a month, a whole month with nothing having happened yet. He was growing concerned. When his fath- When Beron kept quiet after things so large as this, it was usually never good. Why hadn't he done anything yet.

If Lucien were Beron, he would have taken this as an act of war. Would have seen this as Helion stealing his son, holding him captive, against his will. Despite Lucien being Berons' least favourite, he would have used this to finally have the war against Helion he's been wanting for centuries. So why hasn't his father made a move?

"No one's come to see my sister or Rhysand." Lucien heard from behind him. Turning around, Lucien made his way towards his friend and hugged her. To hell with the bond and the glowing charged reaction it gave to the hug. To hell with her hesitation to the bond even. Lucien hadn't seen anyone in a month and had been alone with his thoughts, his worries. He was too afraid to go anywhere, too afraid to step outside even, in case he was followed.

"Lucien," Elain said, his name almost a plea from her lips. Concern in her tone. And shockingly, she hugged him back. The bond was charged, and it glowed bright, and fluttered and swirled, flew around in his chest. It was the most alive it had ever been.

He was ignoring it all, though, and it seemed as though Elain was too. Lucien couldn't care less about their bond right now or what it was wanting. Right now, he was soaking up as much comfort as he could. All the fear from the last month had crashed down in him the second he heard her voice.

Suddenly, his head was lifted up, and he was looking at his mate, his friends face, looking her in her brown fawn eyes as she told him that none of his fathers men had been by to see them.

"But Eris' men have."

That sentence caught Lucien off guard, and he pulled back from the embrace fully to get a good look at Elain, trying to figure out what she meant.

"Don't you remember? I told you the day you came over that everything would be alright, even if it didn't seem like it?" Elain asked, though Lucien truly did not remember.

It was then that Helion walked in with a piece of paper in his hand that bore the sigil of the Autumn Court. He greeted Elain, as though it was perfectly normal to see her with Lucien, alone in his room, before he turned to Lucien, telling him that it seemed their reasons to worry has come to an end.

His confusion must have been written on his face, as Helion then handed the letter over for Lucien to read.

To the High Lords, and Lady, of Prythian.

Allow me to start this letter out by stating that the former High Lord Beron is unfortunately no longer with us. He has indeed died.

Next, the latest rumour you have heard of my youngest brother Lucien is true. He was not my father's son. But this fact does not strip him of the fire of the Autumn Court pulsing through his veins. My mother is still his mother. I am still his brother.

Lucien has both the fire of the Autumn Court, as well as the light of the Day Court running through his veins, and with him, the fued between our courts can come to an end.

My father died, out of defence for my mother. I tried to get her to safety but did not get to in time. I was forced to kill my father to protect my mother. After he died, I felt the High Lords magic pass on to me.

I am the new High Lord of the Autumn Court. I will not run this court as my father did. I aim to rebuild the relationships amongst my court and yours. Please accept the gift given, alongside this letter, as an apology for all the hardships my father has given over his years as High Lord.

I look forward to working alongside each of you.

Eris Vanserra.

Lucien finished reading the letter and looked towards Elain and the Helion. Who would read this, and how much of Prythian would see this news confirmed had they not already heard it by word of mouth?

"These letters only go out to the High Lords of Prythian. So only the seven - the eight of us have seen it, and after the two of you, that makes ten. It will remain that way." Helion answered Luciens questions as though he could see them written on his face.

Lucien then found himself looking towards Elain while whispering to himself, not wanting to believe it, as it didn't feel true yet. "He's really gone."

Elain simply nodded. With a small smile, she repeated her words from before. "Everything will be alright, even if it doesn't seem like it."

Elain then took Lucien by the arm, leading him out of his room, towards the main door. Her insistence and rush to get there was confusing him, but when they got to the door, Elain opened it, just in time to see his brother standing on the other end, hand raised as if he were about to knock.

Lucien couldn't help the smirk at the look of shock on his brothers face, clearly not used to Elain just knowing things. But to be fair, Lucien still wasn't fully used to it either.

The smirk didn't last long, though, because behind Eris was a female. A female Lucien had not seen since his time under the mountain. A female he had not spoken to in even longer. A female he would instantly recognize no matter how long it had been.

Elain, having let go of Luciens' arm for this reason, and Eris having stepped out of the way, Lucien stepped towards the female, almost in a daze.

Lucien hadn't heard Helion enter the room or the reaction the male had upon the scene in front of him. His whole focus was on the female standing in front of him. Even the bond, which was begging for the physical contact again, was not strong enough to tear Luciens' attention away from the female.

It wasn't until the female lifted her hand up to Luciens' cheek that he realized he had started crying. She rubbed tears out of the way before pulling Lucien into a hug.

After many, many, many years of being forced apart, forbidden to speak to each other under the mountain, a mother and her son were finally reunited.

To read the next part, press its title, Coming Together

I could not sleep due to my migraine, so I worked on this. Well, I hope you enjoy this part!

#Lucien Week 2023 #Lucien Vanserra #Eris Vanserra #Elain Archeron #Helion Spell Cleaver #Lucien Spell Cleaver #Pro Lucien #Pro Lucien Vanserra #elucien #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #prompt: family #lucienweek2023

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