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coleymari-blog · 7 years

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(Late) Submission for @nalu-week 2017 Tattoos; where one of our lovebirds shares a particular skill set with the other in a rather peculiar fashion.

The laser lights were strobing across the body-filled dancefloor. Electronic covers of popular songs were pumping through the booming speakers and into the humid, crowded club. Lucy, accompanied by her normal crew of girlfriends, strolled through with their painted eyes set on the velvet-roped VIP section. They were regulars in Mira’s boyfriend’s club, named ‘Fairy Tail’, so the bouncers were already expecting the sexed-up goddesses. Heads turned as the five of them took their seats on the plush couches, drink menus already in hand as they got comfortable.

“Laxus’s friends should be here any minute,” Mira cooed, tucking her legs beneath her as she smiled brightly, her silver hair taking on the multicolor spectrum of the light show around them. Juvia immediately looked uncomfortable with the fact that they were going to have to share their section with men they’d never met and fisted her dress as she fidgeted nervously. Cana, due to ‘pre-gaming’ back at Lucy’s, was already well on her way to inebriation. Levy ran her fingers through her wild blue hair, her facial expressions giving away her exasperation. Lucy was fine with sharing as long as the guys weren’t complete douchebags. Unfortunately for her, it didn’t seem likely once they arrived at the pedestal. The ropes parted again for the club’s owner and his friends, the five gentleman sitting down across from the group of women. Mira immediately broke down the invisible wall and relocated to her boyfriend’s lap. “Laxus, introduce the boys, huh?”

The blond huffed at his girl’s request, acquiescing nonetheless. “Ladies, meet my investors,” he groaned. He pointed to each one as he went down the line. “This is Gray,” pointing to a raven-haired cutie with a smoldering glare. Juvia even squeaked when he spoke for himself. The next was Bacchus, someone Lucy recognized without fail. He ran the largest brewery in Magnolia and supplied 90% of the alcohol to Laxus’s establishment. The largest member of their motley crew was Gajeel, a local Rocker whose band played at the club a couple nights a week. Bringing up the rear was a guy simply introduced as Laxus’s cousin Natsu and Lucy could barely keep her eyes off him. He wore a black tank top and jeans but what caught her attention most was a perfectly depicted black and red dragon swirling down his right arm, wrapping around his chiseled muscles.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone had split off into pairs except Lucy and Natsu, leaving the two alone back in VIP. The silence between them was astounding given the atmosphere but Natsu soon ended it by offering to buy her another drink. They went back and forth, buying each other drinks and swapping stories before the pinket grew bored and dragged his new ‘friend’ to the dancefloor. The song playing was slower than the previous selections, but the bass combined with booze led the two better than they could have done on their own.

Soon their hands were traveling over each other, gripping at whatever they could reach in order to pull the other in closer. The sound waves coursed through them, eliminating the need for speech. They danced together song after song, only resting when Lucy grew thirsty and Natsu refused to let her go on her own.

Settling back in the VIP area with their friends, they saw that they weren’t the only ones who had found company. Gray and Juvia were playing coy, but the attraction was obvious. Levy and Gajeel were cuddling on the couch engaged in an argument on whether audiobooks were better or ‘an embarrassment’. Bacchus and Cana? Yeah, they didn’t even last an hour before they took off for Cana’s place right down the street.

Lucy reached over to grab her drink and was shocked by the warm, rough sensation of Natsu’s fingers sliding over her now exposed skin. Judging by the area, she could only assume he was tracing the black outlined stars that littered her ribcage. A friend had started her design but never finished, leaving them nothing but black marks on her pale skin.

“I like your ink,” Natsu hummed, his fingers still tracing the familiar patterns. “If you ever want more, let me know. I wouldn’t even charge you shop minimum.”

That’s when the name hit her. Straightening up, Lucy locked eyes with him, chocolate brown staring into emerald orbs. “Wait… you’re not, Natsu Dragneel are you?” No way he was the most famous tattoo artist in town.

The handsome pinket grinned, his pointed canines drawing in her attention. “In the flesh,” he remarked teasingly, moving closer in order to lessen the gap between them. “What do you say, hm? Wanna wear my next project?”

A nod was all it took before Natsu grabbed her by the hand, dragging her away from the rest of their group. They wove their way through the crowd, making their way to the elevator to Laxus’s private office. “I was working on Laxus earlier,” he explained, his voice gruff. “So my kit is still there and the room is still set up perfectly.”

Lucy’s heart was racing. Not only was she getting a tattoo in a nightclub from a stranger, something that was definitely not her, but she was getting inked by the Natsu Dragneel. The dinging of the elevator bell brought her back to Earthland and she allowed him to drag her inside.

After a rather passionate make out session, the two arrived at the top floor and Natsu’s demeanor quickly changed. He instructed her to stand by a leather chair as he took his knife from the small of his back and cut a piece of plastic from a box. He draped it over the chair and politely asked her to sit down. Lucy watched as he grabbed a red leather case from the desk and set up all his tools on top of more plastic wrap. She wondered if he could hear her heart as it tried to escape her chest because he chuckled right as her pulse spiked.

“I promise I don’t do this all the time,” he remarked teasingly, seating himself atop a rolling stool and wheeling up to her side. He had everything situated perfectly and was ready to go before he gloved up, pulling on black latex-free gloves and snapping them playfully. Without breaking their staring match, he carded his fingers through her honey hair before kissing her softly. “What do you want?”

Go big or go home right?

“Surprise me,” Lucy replied, her voice more meek than usual. It was like she had fallen under some sort of spell, and the alcohol played no part. In fact, she felt completely sober except for the effect Natsu had on her. Could he be considered a drug himself?

Cracking his knuckles, Natsu kissed her again before asking her to pick her shirt up, brushing his fingers against her tattoo. “Mind if I add on?” he questioned, laying eyes on the entirety of her art. There were 12 stars in total seemingly floating atop her milky ribcage. Lucy agreed and the artist sensed the edge in her movements.

Putting down the gun, Natsu took his time and kissed every star, feeling the anxiety leave Lucy’s body with every caress of his lips. After his adoration, he put on some rock music in the background and set to work. After an hour or so of conversation, laughter, and Lucy’s various painful outbursts, the piece was finished and he immediately cleaned up his canvas and his tools. He gently wrapped her entire torso in plastic wrap before picking her up off the chair and bringing her to a nearby mirror on the back of Laxus’s door.

When Lucy stood on her own two feet and had positioned herself appropriately, she had to fight tears from streaking her cheeks. Where a few measly stars once stood, there was now an entire animated galaxy. Swirls of color combined to form the emptiness of space, but he incorporated the stars, making them stand out against the cartoon creations. It was more beautiful than anything she could have ever imagined on her own.

The only way Lucy could think of to properly thank him, was to throw herself onto him, latching her lips onto his. She kissed him with a fervor she hadn’t had before, which he attributed to the endorphin high. “T-thank you,” she breathed against his lips. “It’s gorgeous.”

Natsu smiled, dipping his head down to kiss her again. “Gorgeous ink for a gorgeous girl,” he quipped, causing the both of them to laugh. He brought his fist up and glanced at his watch, noting that it was pushing 2:00am.

“Want to catch breakfast?” he propositioned, Lucy immediately doing mental math.

“No one will be serving breakfast for hours…” she reminded, trying to catch whatever hints he was throwing.

Flicking her forehead softly, Natsu chuckled. “There’s a couple things we can do to kill time,” he offered with a salacious wink. “And I happen to know that the best breakfast in town is served in the diner below my apartment. Think you can make it a few more hours?”

Pulling herself away and pulling her shirt back down, Lucy nodded toward the elevator doors, her smile beaming. “I think you’ll find plenty of ways to keep me up.”

#nalu week #nalu fanfic #nalu fic #[sorry it's late]#;oneshot

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wanderer706 · 5 years

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Behind the Screens Ch 1- Library

(Cam. Airl- Written Draft 2)

“Excuse me.” Michela said trying to get the attention of the man behind the counter. He turned and acknowledged that he had seen her, but he went right back to tinkering with the machine.

“Shouldn’t be too much longer.” He said to her. “This damn piece of garbage is always breaking down on me.” He then muttered something to himself about how it would be much easier if he scanned the books himself, but no this machine was designed to do it. To top it off the scanner was secured inside the machine so he couldn’t get it out even if he wanted to.

Michela had grown used to this sight. It seemed like every other week she came into the university library and saw the head librarian tinkering away with that damn machine. He had called the tech department so many times that it was almost turning into a bad comedy routine with no punch line. He would call the tech people, they would come, and say it was a minor problem that was easily fixed. Other times he would tinker with it himself. If he complained that the device needed to be replaced then they always gave the same excuse that there wasn’t enough money in the budget.

There was a sudden whir that filled quickly died out. The machine was working again. The librarian let out a sigh of relief and turned to see what Michela wanted.

“I would like to check out these.” She said handing over a large stack of books about classical history. She was studying a classics degree and needed the books to write a lengthy essay that was due one week before the final exams started. Her selection was a wide range of notes from professional institutions as well as books compiling the words of ancient historians, and a very thick book detailing an entire era of history, even though she was only interested in a small part of that book.

The head librarian, his name tag said Gerald, took the books off of her hands and set the machine to issue. Thankfully it was able to scan all of the books she needed without incident. When Gerald handed the books back to her, he made a comment about how the finals were coming up and how she must be excited. Michela jokingly told him he was dreaming and needed to get with the times. Students were not always thrilled about final exams, and some were more interested in getting plastered at “parties”.

She grabbed her stack of books and started to head for the door. As soon as she turned around one of the shelf trolleys was returning and she almost walked into it. The bot didn’t seem to acknowledge her, even when it drove over her foot and grabbed some more books that needed to be shelfed.

Michela was easily able to shrug off the foot run over, the bot hadn’t been full of books, and headed for the door. From here she could see that the wind was starting to pick up which was unusual for this time of the year. Michela though wasn’t used to the cold. She wasn’t born in this country and had sent her entire childhood growing up in a small town in a country with a much warmer climate. However, when she was fifteen her father received a job opportunity in this city, and with that the whole family left that warm country and headed for a new horizon as he put it to her.

Once she was a school she learnt that it wasn’t easy being a foreign student in a new country. Those first six months she had been dedicated to trying her hardest to learn the new language and even now she occasionally had trouble with the language. This was because her accent was extremely thick, even to this day. Some people mocked but some of the boys claimed it was sexy. Now her she was at University studying to be a teacher of classical history and she still had to around her accent. Except now the taunt she heard behind her back was how she took the subject because she was homesick. That maybe true, but they didn’t have to rub it in and say she should go back to where she belonged.

She was about to exit the building when Clark and a group of his friends came in at the same time.

“Michela. What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I… was… just leaving. Got some studying to do.” She said.

“It’s cold out. Stay here. I was about to do some study myself.” He said with that irresistible smile on his face.

“You were?” she said, trying to match his smile.

“Yes. You can stay if you want. We don’t mind. Do we?” He said to his friends who all murmured in agreement. Michela heart jumped when he said that.

Clark was a lean black guy who Michela meet a few months into her university degree. He had the body of idol that caused all of the girls on campus to swoon for him wherever he went. He also had the most irresistible smile that made even the strictest of teachers loosen up. Michela also fell into that boat of being in love him and she could tell he knew that. When he started seeing her more often she felt like she was in heaven and when he started telling people she was his girlfriend she had resist the urge to scream with joy.

They all walked into the library and quickly found an empty table for all of them to sit at. They then laid out their books and began to take notes or write out whatever their lecturers had demanded from them. Michela began taking notes from the books she had collected, but couldn’t stop taking her eyes off Clark. He was studying law and was three years into his degree. His three friends he had with him were alright but they weren’t Clark. She kept forgetting their names and ended up remembering them only by the courses they sat. Two of them were studying psychology whilst the other friend was studying philosophy.

They studied in brief silence for a while until Clark broke the silence with his dreamy voice.

“So, Michela how are things in your world?” He said to her.

“Fine.” She said. “I’m passing all of my papers if that if that is what you’re asking. Also trying to keep on the good side of the teachers. Although there are some in the class who are starting to try my patience.”

“Don’t all classes have people like that.” He said in a tone that suggested he wanted a response. His friends once again agreed with what had been said.

“I have someone in one of my classes who keeps drawing dicks on small notes and leaves them on people’s desks when they’re not looking. He then watches their reactions and thinks it’s funny.” One of Clarks friend said.

“Joke’s on him then as it makes him it makes him look an idiot as opposed to the cool kid he wants to be.” Clark said

They all laughed. It was always funny to laugh at twats who they believed deserved nothing, but a swift smack on the head.

“You know it’s rude to wear a hat in the library.” One of Clark’s friends suddenly said to Michela. The friend was referring to Michela’s lucky cap.

“It’s my lucky cap I rarely take it off.” Michela said in response. The cap had been brought by her grandfather back when he was still alive. She had always treasured it the moment he gave it to her after one of the many global excursions he went on. She was twelve when he gave it to her, and it then became something she treasured even more when he died. She was fourteen at funeral and made sure to bring it with her when she moved away. It was dark blue, though it was slightly faded now. In the picture area of the cap it had the outline of shield with the silhouette of a roaring bear in the middle all in red.

“Whatcha got there?” Clark suddenly asked. They all turned their heads and saw that the friend sitting next to Michela wasn’t focusing on studying. He was instead looking intently at something on his phone.

“Nothing.” He said quickly looking up.

“You’re not telling the world where you are?” Clark said.

“No of course not.” The friend said.

“Then show us what you’re looking at.” Another one of Clark’s friends said and with that they tried to grab the phone. The nervous friend quickly moved the phone away, but the hand continued to try and grab it. As they did their little dance they weren’t looking at who the phone was now in front of.

“Yoink.” Michela said snatching the phone away. It was still open on the interesting page in question.

“Ghost Drive E. Fact or Fiction?” Michela read the title aloud.

“‘Fact or Fiction?’ isn’t that the name of a blog.” Clark asked. The friend turned bright red.

“Yes, and I like to read it.” He said.

“You know the writer of that is gullible and paranoid.” Clark said.

“I know that. So, what?”

“What does it say?” Clark asked.

Michela began to read, skipping over several bits “Ghost Drive E. We’ve all heard the stories… It is a phantom program that will appear on your computer drive at random without your consent. If you dare to open it you will then release upon your local network, horrors that you cannot imagine that will result in death of you and everyone close to you. It is recommended you do not open this. The rest of this is just the writer’s wild ramblings.”

Michela then placed the phone onto the table where the friend eagerly snatched it back.

“Sorry about that.” Michela said.

“That’s all right.” The friend said. “Now can we please just get back to study?” he asked.

They then all returned their head to the notes they were studying.

Michela tried her hardest to get back to her notes but her mind couldn’t focus. She couldn’t help but think about the Ghost Drive and everything that that the blog said, but then her mind shifted to the killings.

The city was on edge at the moment. There was a serial killer on the loose whose work was something to behold in how they were able to pull it off. They targeted entire apartment complexes. One night it would go silent and then the next morning everyone who lived there was found dead. The press dubbed them “The Apartment Killer.” Police were still investigating but weren’t saying anything outside of how many were confirmed dead each time. Thus far the killer had hit five buildings and the city was wondering which would be struck next.

#chapter 1 #horror

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