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voltagesmutter · 3 years

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The Second Cumming.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Lucifer x MC x Diavolo, Satan x MC x Belphegor, Leviathan x MC x Simeon, Amso x MC, Asmo x MC x Solomon, Mammon x MC x Beelzebub. (Female MC). Warnings: Threesome’s, Female heat, Mild Dubcon, Voyeurism, Mild Exhibitionism, Toy use, Oral, vaginal, anal penetration. Squirting, Double Penetration, mild Yaoi, Polyamorous relationship. Notes: The Dickening Part 2. The biggest thank you to @theshove for having so much faith with me for this piece. Not only for your generous donation but also for beta-ing the whole piece within a day! And also to @theinariakuma for all your love and support. Also thank you to all those who donated for early release as well and all your wonderful feedback. 💛 Tagging: @starry-starry-night24, @0-miles-away, @pixiestick0924, @iloveobeyme, @ghoulgirlradio, @raymiazaki.

“Just five more minutes,” she whined, pulling the red bed covers over her head.

“You said this five minutes ago, and five before that, and five before that,” a deep voice answered above the sound of metal hooks clinking as curtains were thrown open, letting light flood into the room.

“But Lucifer!” She whined once more in protest, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to attempt to block out the beams of light shining through the covers.

“No buts,” Lucifer huffed, attaching his cloak to his shirt in the golden framed mirror beside the bed. “You promised Solomon you would-“ The end of his sentence was cut off by the bedroom door being slammed wide open.

“Lucifer! Beel ate my lizard custard slice!” Mammon came storming in, huffing with rage and disturbing the peace.

“Oh lord Diavolo give me strength,” Lucifer sighed as Beel came bounding in after him.

“He took my money to gamble at that tournament! He owes me more than a lizard slice!” The ginger haired brother took a few paces into the room.

“Lucifer, there’s no food! That big oaf must have eaten everything again in the night!” Satan tutted, walking straight into the back of someone. Not realising that the broad back he’d just walked into belonged to Beel, the big oaf he was talking about.

“Hey I didn’t touch a thing! And who are you calling oaf, scrawny bookworm!” Beel towered over Satan as he turned around, prodding a finger into his chest.

“Boys, don’t start!” Lucifer growled as both Satan and Beel transformed into their demon forms, Satan glaring up at Beel.

“My grimm’s on Beel,” Mammon laughed, sitting down on Lucifer's bed as a squeal rang out.

“Mammon you idiot!” The young girl threw the covers off her head, making Mammon freeze in mid air after realising he had sat on her.

“Shit-I- I’m sorry, I didn’t see ya! Shouldn’t be sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that,” Mammon’s facing blushed red as he quickly stood up.

“Hey, what’s all the noise?” Belphegor and Levi ran from their rooms into Lucifer's. Lucifer sighed and covered his face with one hand. Just once he wanted a quiet and peaceful morning without the shenanigans of his younger siblings.

“Tough guy here thinks he can chat shit as always,” Beel hissed, staring down Satan, whose tail flickered feistily into the air.

“Oh, morning boys!” Asmo chirped as he walked past, sporting only a small thong and a half done up silk robe. “Has anyone seen sweetie, I need her opinion and she’s not in her room.” He pouted softly before his eyes fell onto the girl in Lucifer's bed. “Ah there you are! Now come on you,” he cooed, pushing past his brothers with little regard for their problems and tugging her hand.

“Wait- Asmo! I’m not dressed!” She squealed, attempting to clutch the sheets to her naked body but, as Asmo pulled her, the sheets fell and she stumbled forward off the bed. Her nightie lay bunched on the floor from her previous night with Lucifer and all eyes fell on her. The arguments and squabbles from moments ago became lost in translation as seven sets of eyes travelled over her, all of their pacts visible in different locations, with Satan’s and Beel’s radiating due to them being in demon form and giving a glow to her skin.

Ever since helping them with their heats, she and the brothers had come to love each other, creating a relationship between all of them and the human. Each getting private and shared alone time with her, all of them giving her their heart and hers to them.

“You know, I’m not hungry for food anymore,” Satan smirked as he turned his body to face her, taking a few steps forward only to be held back by Beel.

“Fat chance. I’m the one for gluttony, I need to eat more importantly,”.

“Beel move, you're blocking the view.” Levi entered and pushed Beel out of the way, sending the biggest of the brothers flying into Mammon.

“Hey! Watch it! These treads were expensive!” Mammon growled as Beel stepped on his white shoes.

“Right! Out! All of you out!” Lucifer finally snapped, bending down and handing the girl her clothes. “School is in an hour. I want all of you ready to go by then I have an important meeting with Diavolo and, as we are all aware, our little dove is meeting with Solomon.”

“I- um,” The girl blushed as she threw on her clothes, all of the brothers sending her a confused expression. “I’m helping Solomon with a birth-control potion.” The pill she was currently taking was in short supply and since condoms broke left, right and centre with the brothers - the dick game was too strong - this seemed their only viable option.

“So this,” Solomon was holding up a vial in his hand, the gold shimmers twisting in the light of the open window, “is just a tester. Its effects will last a few days, just to trial how it gets on.” In one hand was a gold vial with shimmers, in the other a gold vial with dark blue swirls. “I’ve perfected the ingredients; it works similar to human contraception, just in liquid form. Everything regulates the same. To test its success you should bleed in a week's time. If all is in order I can produce a bigger batch which will last you roughly twenty one days. if you wish to not continue with periods then you can take another one straight after.”

“And what is this one?” She pointed to the potion with deep blue hues in his other hand. She’d grown close to Solomon over her time here, becoming close friends with the slightly perverted sorcerer.

“The same; both are made from the same batch, only this contains fairy dust which enhances the aphrodisiac hormones.” A ‘birth-control viagra for women’ as he had once put it. Pumped full of ovulation hormones to increase sex drive without fear of risk.

“Okay, so do I just take it now or…?” she asked as she took the potion from his hand. It was the same potion she’d used during the brothers’ heat, only this was longer lasting with regard to time and helped to regulate the hormones inside her body.

“Yes, take it all. You won’t feel any different,” he assured with a slightly sweet smile, a smile he only kept for her. Without thinking she knocked the golden liquid back, humming at the sweet taste of honey, as silk liquid dripped down the back of her throat.

“You are an angel!” She smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and the vial back in his hand. “I can’t stay for much longer; I have a meeting with Diavolo and Lucifer I must attend. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to thank you for your help?”.

The sorcerer sighed and rolled his eyes, she always did this. Offering a thank you for his assistance. “As I’ve told you before, the thank you is you letting me test out the potions on you.” ‘A real-life guinea pig’, he’d once teased her with.

“Well, I must dash. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She waved as she picked up her satchel before leaving purgatory hall and headed back to R.A.D. She’d never understood the twisted rumours she had heard about Solomon. He was always so sweet and pleasant to her. Although he could be mocking and demeaning at times, his words seemed more of a false threat than anything more. But his actions towards her were always soft and gentle.

As she walked back with a little skip in her step, Solomon turned back to his book upon the table. It was open to the page where the instructions for making his potions lay. He’d skimmed over the ingredients as he made it, as he had to make some minor adjustments. Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup was required, a vital ingredient, but notorious for being an aphrodisiac for demons if they came into contact with it. Even the residue from the bottle on her lips would set off intense lust inside a demon if she was to kiss them - and Solomon knew this was a contraception potion. She would most definitely be doing more than just kissing her demon lovers. He had to add in a set of ingredients to hold back the effects on demons so that this would only have effect on a human system. He didn’t dare risk sending the brothers into an accidental heat; he had heard from her (and Asmo) the extent of what had happened during their heat only a few weeks ago and couldn’t bear the thought of putting the poor girl through it again after she’d had such a short time to recover.

Only he didn’t notice an error in his work until it was too late...

“Once the liquid has cooled, add a few drops of blue fairy dust - check. To neutralize the effects of the Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup… oh,” Solomon stopped as he read out the remainder of the listing ingredients. “Well then… doesn’t this make for an interesting turn of events.” A dark smile grimacing over his face.

“Darling.” Lucifer smiled to see her walk into Diavolos' office, her uniform in perfect condition and hair without a single strand out of place. He beamed with pride at how beautifully she represented the school.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” She smiled back with a faint blush as Lucifer pressed a kiss to her cheek. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat beside Lucifer on the opposite side of Diavolos' desk. Dia felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, seeing the pair so smitten with each other, the glancing looks of admiration shared between them. He was more than glad to see his old friend so happy, even if it wasn’t with him… But that part of their relationship had ended many centuries ago out of fear of the council; Lucifer had refused to put Dia’s claim to the throne at jeopardy. Diavolo had never found a lover since. There had been the occasional one night stand before but nothing more serious than that. The council would be infuriated to find out about his past with Lucifer and his nightly activities with others. He’d thought Lucifer would never find another either, with the years he had spent alone and unloved. But then a ray of hope came into his life with the young girl opening up her heart to him and his brothers. Whilst Diavolo watched from the side lines, longing to be a part of it all as he, too, found himself purely intoxicated with the young female and wanted nothing more to have a stake of claim to her heart.

“____, it’s a pleasure as always,” Dia greeted her with a nod. “To continue from where we were…”

Diavolo carried on their conversation, about how well the exchange program was going and how she was receiving some of the best grades to be seen from pupils. All was going well, until she felt it.

At first it was just the normal burn. She knew sometimes it happened, a faint ovulation feeling. She didn't mind. But her eyes kept drifting over the two demons. She found her mouth going dry as she admired Diavolo, his strong arms... his general size. He and Beel were the largest men she knew. She wondered if-- Nope. She had to stop that right there. "A-ah Lucifer. I think we need to go." Her voice was meek, arousal getting worse the longer she was in the room with two extremely attractive demons. However, golden eyes were locked on her, and she was squirming.

"My dear, the meeting isn't over. We'll go once it is over."

“Lucifer... we really need to go.” Heat was rising amongst her cheeks, her fingers grasping the pleated edge of her uniform skirt. Every nerve in her body flooded, pulsing alive with arousal and a pool of liquid flushed between her thighs. The more she looked between the demons, one her superior, the other one of her pacted seven lovers. “Please.”

“My dove,“ Lucifer had started, a little huff of annoyance which peaked into curiosity at her soft whimper at him placing his hand on her thigh. His words pulled her away from her stare at Diavolo, crimson eyes meeting her lustful gaze.

“Lucifer-“ She was unable to stop her thighs parting slightly at the contact of his palm upon her thigh. The scent of her arousal grew thick in the air, hitting Lucifer instantly, him now realising the need of her pleas. And just as he was about to offer his hand to leave, a low growl came from the other side of the desk. Diavolo was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

The look from Diavolo made her legs spread wider, her cheeks flushed red as she let out a short gasp. Her fingers reached to her side as she grasped the edge of her chair, both of the demon's eyes focusing on the rise of her skirt up her bare thigh and the straining of her nipples against the thin material of her bra and shirt. She looked desperate, felt desperate and just ached to be filled. A small ‘please’ mustered, not directly speaking to Lucifer but to both of them.

“I can’t wait until we get home.” As she began unbuttoning her shirt, the white of her bra peeked through, showing the fullness of her breasts. Any sense of shame had left her body, the only thing on her mind right now was to be ruthlessly taken and to quench this burning desire between her thighs. Lucifer had objected at first, but with how strong her scent was, he knew it would be a risk to get her home as any demon within a few meters radius would be able to catch her scent. A scent that was meant only for him and his brothers.

“You can have my office…” Diavolo had gestured, feeling sorry for the poor girl, having to watch her become undone so quickly. But as he walked past to offer them some space, her arm quickly caught his and a small doting look from her with the word, ‘Stay’ pushed him over the edge.

“Ngh- Dia!”.

A low chuckle came from the prince as he shifted slightly, tongue moving from her dripping clit to tease where her and Lucifer met. Lucifer was just as sensitive as he remembered. Whilst his mouth moved to capture his balls, Lucifer let out a deep hiss as his fingers gripped tightly onto the girls waist, Diavolos fingers continuing to tease their sticky meeting and her clit for the additional stimulation. The additional stimulation she had begged for.

Diavolo lay on his desk, his head close to hanging off the side whilst she hovered above him on all fours, his cock buried deep inside her mouth - well what she could take anyway - whilst her hand worked the rest of him. Lucifer stood behind her, impaling her onto his cock as he took her deep and fast, giving her exactly what she needed right now. Both Dia and Lucifer working together to bring her to climax after climax, each one melting into the next. Diavolo having to hold himself back a little every now and then, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in both of them and leave them in a heaving pool of his mess. But now wasn’t the time for that.

“Ah… ah! Diavolo!” she whimpered, her voice an octave higher than normal as one hand dug her nails into his thigh. The feeling of Lucifer fucking her with the touches of Diavolo on her clit and folds was too much, sending her barrelling into another high.

“Good girl,” Diavolo cooed, pulling his mouth from Lucifer’s balls to lap up the wetness that had drenched his cock each time he pulled out. “I believe it’s your turn now,”. Champagne orbs glistened but were missed by Lucifer as he clenched his eyes shut and let his jaw tense as the teasing actions of Diavolo.

“N-not yet Dia- focus on her first,” he grunted, snapping his hips quickly against hers as Diavolo’s mouth was once again on him, sucking in a motion that made the heat pool like a volcano ready to erupt at any given second. He needed Diavolo to stop now or it would be over and she was clearly far from being spent from the way she glanced over her shoulder and begged for more with the little words she could muster.

With a grunt Diavolo pulled himself away, latching his mouth onto her clit and feeling smug at the way she cried out. Her back arched as she clawed at his thighs, almost drawing blood, the weight of her breasts pushing down against his lower stomach was an added sensation in itself. The push and pull of her body rubbed her nipples against his skin, sending vibrations of her moans around Diavolos cock and across his body.

The wet sounds of slapping skin and Diavolos tongue against her rang through the office, Lucifer having put on an enchantment to block any sound leaving the room so they could attend to her needs without fear, Diavolo in amazement to see how sensitive she was to his touch, how good her essence tasted and just how mind blowing she felt with her lips wrapped around his cock. But, like Lucifer had said, this was about her pleasure and Diavolo didn’t want to blow his load until she was a whimpering mess.

“C-close!” High gasps growing louder with each breath, only a few thrusts after her previous orgasm,her walls beginning to tighten once more. Her arms wrapped tightly around Lucifer for support, his hands holding her waist tightly to guide her movements. Lucifer rested on Diavolos desk, her straddling as him as she rocked in his lap with the help of his movement whilst Diavolo pressed against her back, his lips focusing on her neck whilst his hands fondled her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in his index and thumbs, grinding against her behind whilst his cock slid between her thighs. The movement of her rocking, the clench of her thighs and the fleeting contact with Lucifer's cock was enough to keep him on the edge.

“That’s it princess,” Diavolo whispered softly into her ear, catching her lobe and giving it a gentle tug, his soft words touching her heart. With the little strength she had left, she turned her head, pulling an arm free from Lucifer to grasp the light-red hair and pull his face closer to hers. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes lost in a galaxy haze, a goddess of lust was all Diavolo could think when he saw her. It was their first kiss, and far from their last, but the softness of it as they melted into each other made her clench tightly over Lucifer. The strong feeling of intimacy and love she shared with the brothers was portrayed with Diavolo as their lips continued to meet.

And as her climax hit her, she turned back to Lucifer, letting his lips glide over hers as they had done some many times, soft whimpers escaping their kiss, her body convulsing as it curled from the sheer force of her release before slumping against Lucifer’s chest, her thirst quenched and her body exhausted.

Her raven haired lover pressed a kiss to her temple, pushing her hair which was now stuck to her forehead out of the way and off her face. Diavolo’s hand wrapped around Lucifer’s on her waist, continuing the rocking motion as they both chased their release, Lucifer buried deep inside her and Diavolo snuggly between her thighs.

“Dia…” Lucifer thrusted up slightly at the feeling of his length pressing against his own each time he pulled out. Crimson eyes met golden over her shoulder as she lay panting against his chest, fingers curling over each other’s and before they knew it both leaned across to exchange a kiss.

A sloppy kiss, tongue and teeth meeting in a passionate exchange. A kiss that hadn’t happened for decades but had never lost its rhythm. A kiss that spoke a thousand words that could never be said out loud. It had been the end of both of them, lips sparking and igniting the fires within. Lucifer spilled deep inside her as Diavolo came upon the top of her thighs, finally marking her skin with his release.

The room fell silent apart from the sound of ragged breaths, the two men pressing their foreheads against her shoulder and back, holding her until her racing heart had finally calmed down.

Diavolo had seen them off, Lucifer carrying her to his car before whisking them home after a fleeting exchange of kisses from Diavolo to them both in the privacy of his office. Another demon, only this one being the prince, having stolen her heart.

“Take care of her,” Diavolo had whispered to his former lover, stroking her hair as she blissfully slept in Lucifer's arms. Her body was exhausted.

“I always do,” Lucifer gave the faintest of smiles to Diavolo before parting ways, his whole being flooded with pride to have two lovers back in his life.

Lucifer was ecstatic; nostalgia of feelings came flooding back that he had kept down with Diavolo. But he was also weary. This behaviour from her was completely askew. She’d teased Lucifer before in Diavolo’s and public presence, but never to the extent that she had begged him to take her there and then. Never had she looked so radiant yet so frustrated at the same time. And never had she been so unsatisfied that it had taken a few more rounds than normal to satisfy her. Something was wrong. The only thing Lucifer could think of was that the potion with Solomon had gone wrong and Lucifer needed to get to the bottom of it.

“Lock her in her room. No one is to enter until I get back. Do you understand?” Lucifer asked one final time to Satan and Belphegor, the pair of them sat outside her room. He had tucked her sleeping figure into bed, placing a spell on the door to ensure no one could get in. He needed to ensure first what was happening in case another episode occurred.

The morning and afternoon had faded by the time their session had ended, meaning Solomon would be finished from his afternoon classes. Unfortunately for Solomon, mixing up the potions would be the least of his troubles as Lucifer pinned him against the wall the second he caught sight of his white hair.

‘What did you do to her?!” Lucifer hissed, his eyes aglow as he leaned in closer to the young boy's face.

“Nothing. Nothing I swear,” Solomon was rolling his eyes; he was far from scared of Lucifer and it showed. “Just a little hiccup is all.”.

“Hiccup? Hiccup!” Lucifer mocked, steam ready to pour out of his nose and ears with anger. “She’s like a- like a…”.

“Like a demon in heat?” Solomon prodded the bear with his choice of words. “It’s fine Lucifer, just enjoy the fact she’s going to want to be on your cock endlessly for the next few days.”

A poor choice of words. A very poor choice of words.

If Lucifer’s anger hadn’t been poured into Satan then the clenched fist slammed directly into the wall would have landed straight on Solomon's face.

“What did you do,boy?” Lucifer raged into demon form, a row of fire lighting up behind him as he towered over Solomon, teeth snaring. The soft Lucifer had vanished. Facing Solomon right now was a beast, a beast that was angry. And for the first time Solomon was scared of the demon facing him.

“A mix up! A mix up, alright? She’s just got more hormones in her body than intended; it will wear off in the next few days but there is nothing I can do to help - it’s Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup”.

“Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup? But it didn’t affect me or Di-“ Lucifer stopped his sentence there.

“The potion is neutralised to only affect humans. And since humans don’t have blood like demons, the command won’t work to stop it either…”

‘So what you’re saying is-” Lucifer grasped his jacket and hoisted him up into the air.

“She’s in her own heat, so my advice to you and the others is to just be prepared and help her because it’s going to be a long ride for her.” With that sentence, Lucifer dropped Solomon to the floor, letting him fall with a thump before racing back to the house of Lamentation.

“Who does he think he is? Barking his commands at us, I swear he- oi! Are you even listening?” Satan punched his younger sibling in the arm. Belphegor, who’d started to fall asleep, slumped against the wall, jolted forward.

“Ay! What’s your problem?” Snarling slightly before pushing the long curve of hair out of his face, he said “We just gotta sit here until Lucifer comes back.”

Even saying the name of their eldest brother made both of their blood boil.

“Well anyway, I’m not here on babysitting duty.” Satan took hisD.D.D, turning it off before putting it back in his pocket. “Still got him blocked?”.

“Would you unblock someone who shoved you in an attic?” Belph rolled his eyes.

“Touché,” Satan nodded before pushing himself off the wall. “What do you reckon is wrong with her? She looked wrecked. Reckon something went wrong with Solomon?”

“I wouldn’t put it past that slimy wizard… No good for nothing-“ Belph muttered before stopping, a noise from inside making them both still. The young girl was calling out for Lucifer in a confused manner, only infuriating the brothers more.

“Why does Lucifer always get her to himself? Always giving out his commands,” Satan growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Enough is enough, I’m not listening to his rules. Fuck him.”

“Hey Satan, you really gonna mess with Lucifer?” Belphegor's eyes lost all sleepiness as they sparkled with mischief.

“Lucifer…?” She continued to call out. “Anyone?” She took a few steps outside her room. She knew she had heard voices but to whom they belonged she was unsure. Her bare feet padded along the dark corridor, following the noises that lured her.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that when she woke up the muscle aches she thought she would have were not there. Something in the potion must work to help soothe her aches. Lucifer had undressed her from her sweat soaked uniform and covered her in her nightie.

She couldn’t stop the flush of her cheeks after her actions this afternoon; she had felt like she’d lost all control of her body and given into the need of sexual desires - which normally wasn’t a problem, but begging Lucifer and Diavolo to ravage her in the middle of a meeting was a different story. She was searching for Lucifer to apologise for her behaviour, although secretly she knew both of them had enjoyed it just as much as she had. Today had marked a new day for someone to become part of their relationship, from seven lovers to now eight. Knowing Diavolo would not allow this to be a one time thing - which she was rather excited about.

“Lucifer? Are you in here? I- I wanted to apologise for earlier-“ She knocked on his office door, pausing as she walked in, “Oh.” Her eyes fell on the pair causing havoc in Lucifer’s office.

“Stop being such a sloth! Faster!” Satan was unscrewing the lids of Lucifer's ink bottles before placing them back down, so when Lucifer next used them the ink would most likely spill everywhere.

“I’m going as fast as I can! Stop rushing me!” Belphegor's tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration, counting out five sheets before pulling one from the stacking pile of work on the desk. He continued this down until he had a few sheets of paperwork in his hand, meaning every fifth paper from his stack was missing. Both of them were going out of their way to mess with Lucifer in a way they knew would annoy him most.

“Ah!” Satan squealed to see her standing in the doorway, dropping one of the bottles and sending ink dropping to form a thick black puddle on the carpet. “Oh, it’s you. I thought you were Lucifer.”

“Pft, how does a human girl look anything like Lucifer?” Belph gave her a warm smile and gestured for her to enter properly. “What are you doing out of bed? Lucifer told us to guard you.”

“Guard me?” She laughed, her smiling instantly brightening up their moods. “I just- I wasn’t feeling too well, but I feel better now.” She took a few steps further into Lucifer's office, carefully avoiding the ink stain.

“Good. How did it go with Solomon, kitten? Everything in the clear?” Satan took her hand and pressed a delicate kiss to it. In his moments of affection she really did question how he could be the avatar of wrath.

“All good,” she nodded, letting out a gasp to feel two arms encircle her waist and pull her close.

“That’s great news, because you know,” Belphegor was embracing her to him, his nose tracing over her neck inhaling the delicate scent of lavender and rose from her skin with a low groan, “tonight’s my night with you.” She was glad her face was hidden from view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Belph was the most affectionate towards her. The sweetest of kisses, the warmest of hugs, the doting affection he only gave to her, the way he’d kiss her so softly before whispering, “Good morning my sunshine.” Because in Belph’s eye, she was his sun, bringing light and life into his world. In heat he was a beast, but outside of it he was a sleepy teddy bear, who just wanted to love her with everything he had.

“You won’t get anything if you don’t sort out this mess,” she huffed, trying to distract herself from the tingle in her thighs. She could feel it happening again, the same empowerment she had felt in Diavolo’s office, stirring stronger from the smallest of Belphegor's affection and touches.

“No. No stop that, you’re ruining it,” Satan grumbled as she began putting the paperwork back in its position.

“One, two, three, fou-oh!” Her sentence slurred into a moan as Belphie pressed his body up against her back, pinning her slightly to the desk. Two warm palms began teasing the back of her thighs before pressing flat against her skin and pushing upwards slowly. The thin material of her nightie, which skirted mid-thigh, crept slowly up. Belph expected her to slap his hands away, but he never expected for her to part her legs a little wider for him to witness the already wet flesh between her bare thighs. A low hum rang against her neck, one hand cupping the round curve of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze.

“I think,” came Belph’s voice, dropping into a huskier tone, “that this is enough mischief for one day. Let us retire to my room.”

“Like hell you are!” Satan snapped, pulling Belphs gaze away from her slickened folds. “She’s more aroused than usual; I should know.”. His words were followed by a smug snicker. “I bet she’s thinking of him.” ‘Him’ being a reference to Lucifer.

“Actually,” her hands gripped onto the edge of the desk, giving in once more to the heat that burned across her body whilst her cunt clenched with need, “I was thinking of both of you and all the mess we could cause over this desk.” As she finished her words, she pressed back to rub against Belphegor's crotch which was already rapidly hardening from scent and sight alone.

“No fair, my love, it is my night with you.” He gave her ass another squeeze. As much as he hated sharing her, the thought of having her on Lucifers desk was arousing to him. Knowing Lucifer would have to see the marks that she left, smell her scent upon the table and having to know that it was him and Satan that were the reason for it. It would drive him wild, which would essentially drive both the two brothers wild with enthusiasm.

“And a night with me you will get, I promise.” Turning her head over her shoulder to catch his lips, she let his eager tongue part her lips as it sought out her own.

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” Satan was huffing against her neck for the third time in ten minutes,

“Just be patient, it is his night after all,” she replied as she pushed Belph flat against Lucifers desk before straddling him, whilst Satan was pressed as close as he could behind her. With one hand wrapped around his cock, she lowered herself down, still sensitive from the previous high that they brought her to with their fingers and mouths. “Oh god… Belph!” Her finger grasped at his hoodie, both him and Satan still fully dressed whilst her nightie had been tossed to the floor.

Belph couldn’t find the words to respond, watching her sink down as his cock disappeared inside her tight heat. She was wetter than he or Satan had ever seen her, bursting and coming to life as she told them exactly what she needed, letting the lust and arousal in her body speak for her.

His fingers traced up her thighs, hands ghosting over her waist and behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon her skin as she whined loudly. The teasing touches and the stretch of him inside her was too much, walls pulsing as she came with him fully hilted inside her. Her jaw slackened and a cold sweat ran down the back of her spine, the salted droplets being lapped up from Satan as his hands continued to squeeze over her breasts.

“Kitten- I really need to be inside you,” he groaned, the head of his cock pressing against the left cleft of her ass leaving a clear mark of pre-release upon her skin.

“Lube is in… the… top drawer,” she panted, letting her movements slow down as she rode out her high. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten down and dirty in this office, having provided a very stunned Lucifer with a one-on-one private show of her and her toy collection whilst he worked.

All Belph could do was groan and raise his hips every so often, hitting all the perfect angles inside her to make stars dance across her vision. Her movements kept on at a slow pace whilst Satan prepared himself.

“Be a good kitten and make them wet,” he commanded as he stood back behind her, letting his fingers thrust into her mouth at the same time she lowered and raised over Belph.

Another climax hit her when Satan’s fingers began playing and teasing her puckered hole from behind before a finger, dripping with saliva, slowly pushed in. The slow rhythm of her movements allowed for Satan to let her body adjust before two fingers were thrusting inside her. Each time they pulled back, her muscles clenched sending Belph into a groaning mess at her spasming walls.

“More,” she begged, her fingers ripping the front of Belph’s clothes as she grinded forward to feel him hit against her g-spot.

“Good girl kitten, that’s it - relax,” Satan cooed, his fingers removed to only be replaced with something much larger and thicker.

“Relax,” Belphegor encouraged, leaning up the best he could as he pulled her down by her shoulders to kiss her. Satan slowly pushed in, her whimpers and moans caught by Belphs mouth, until finally two cocks were buried to the hilt inside her. Satan did nothing more than pull out as Belph thrusted up, sending her headfirst into another climax. Her palm scratched at the wooden desk below Belphs shoulders, leaving curled pieces of wood right in front of where Lucifer would sit.

“There! There! Fuck- like that,” her head being thrown back in bliss at their rhythm. One would thrust whilst the other pulled back, gaining a pace that had slapping skin ringing through the office. The pace would slow when one got close, wanting to focus on her and leaving her with the ability to only say their names and think of them. Belph continued to tease her skin with faint touches, the occasional grab of her waist to guide her before ghosting over her skin once more. When her breath became a high pitched gasp, her lust filled eyes would catch his, a signal for him to help push her over the edge. Satan’s hands would tug her nipples, his sharp teeth nipping at her stretched neck whilst Belph’s thumb would rub tight circles over her swollen clit, perfectly synchronised to bring her tumbling straight over the edge of sanity.

Climax after climax hit her, tongue lolling to the side at being penetrated by both of them. It wasn’t something she was new to; being in a relationship with seven brothers meant double, sometimes even triple, penetration was a regular occurrence. But never did she feel this full, this ravenous.

By the time Satan and Belph had spilled inside her, Lucifer's desk was soaked in fluids, paperwork and hardwood stained with her release that had soaked down Belphegor's thighs and onto the surface below. Each time Satan had thrusted into her, traces of lube would drip down their thighs to pool onto a puddle on the floor. Her scent stained the room, which Lucifer wouldn’t have minded but it was tainted with the hint of his brothers.

And to make matters worse for their eldest brother, Satan had snapped a photo whilst she was mid-orgasm. Ensuring to get his cock stretching her ass whilst Belph fucked her pussy. The photo itself was a masterpiece: Her back arched, head pressing against Satan's shoulders with her eyes tightly shut and her own hands pinching her nipples; The face of someone lost in the wild abandonment of pleasure. A caption of ‘Can’t believe you tried to hide this’ followed.

“I think we made a pretty good mess, Kitten,” Satan panted against her shoulder, his face as red as her behind which had been slapped multiple times ather request.

“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, her legs purely boneless as Belph sat up to carry her bridal style.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Satan yelled, watching Belph carry her out of the room, leaving the office stained and her nightie upon the floor.

“I told you,” Belph growled lowly, “it’s my night with her.”

Regardless of how fast Lucifer had run, he was too late. He stumbled into his sex-scented office. Release from her left a sticky glaze over his desk whilst scratch marks looked like a beast had clawed at them. His gloved hands held tightly onto the nightie upon the floor. The mess of his desk was an issue for another time; he would place no blame upon her.

“You utter imbecile!” Fangs pointed out from his gums as he found Satan alone in the library in the west wing of the house.

“You saidto not let anyone in; you didn’t say she couldn’t come out,” Satan taunted, smugness plastered over his face. He knew Lucifer had seen his office from the silk material of her clothes he still clutched in his hand. He also knew he had seen the explicit image he had made sure to send him. “As I said, why did you try to hide her?”

“The potion went wrong. She’s in heat.” Lucifer watched as Satan’s eyes sparkled.

“But that’s impossible. She’s a human, how did-“ the blonde began.

“Solomon. Solomon is how.” Lucifer pushed a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”.

“In the attic.” Satan returned to his book as Lucifer turned on his heel. “But Lucifer.” Lucifer threw his head over his shoulder, ready for a snide remark about the activities that went on in his office. “Normally I wouldn’t bother about you but, for her sake, I’d leave them be.”

“And why’s that?” Lucifer stopped and turned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Satan continued to express his smugness, his eyes peering over the top of his book. “Remember when Levi was in heat and destroyed that Ruri-chan pillow?”.

“Of course… he bit Mammon for trying to take it away”

His lips curling into a smirk, Satan put his book down. “Belphegor is the pillow.”

“Good morning my little star-light.” Belphegor brushed her hair out of her face, a sleepy smile on his face. His eyes still shut, the urge to fall back to sleep lulling him into the warmth embrace.

“Good morning you,” she yawned, eyes fluttering open as Belph’s strong arms pulled her close. The warmth of his skin against her and the content smile on his face was a sin of its own kind. A small giggle left her as he pulled her closer, burying her head against his chest. “We need to get up soon.” As she pressed a trail of small kisses over his heart, she smiled to herself to feel the hardness already pressing against her stomach.

“I thought you would have been worn out after last night,” he gasped as her hand teased its way into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and stroking in a lazily manner.

“I was but-“ Her body felt rejuvenated and fresh, no muscle aches, only heat coursing through her veins. “I’m hungry for more.” A deep groan filled the attic space as her mouth replaced her hand, waking Belph and repaying him tenfold for the way he had satisfied her the previous night.

When she finally pulled herself out of the attic, leaving Belph still panting and breathless from the way her mouth had worked over him, she ran straight into Lucifer. Luckily, Belph had dressed her in one of his hoodies for her modesty, not that she minded.

“My dove, you really should rest. I fear you cannot leave the house in your state.” Lucifer cupped her cheek and was rubbing his thumb softly against her. “It is not safe for you”

“Lucifer, I- I’m so sorry for yesterday, I really don’t know what came over me…” A blush spread across her cheeks. Even now, as he glanced down at her, the top of her thighs became damp and she regretted the lack of underwear she had on.

“My dear-“ He stopped, pupils widening at the heavenly scent hitting his nose She was extremely aroused. “It appears Solomon gave you the wrong potion; yours is filled with an aphrodisiac we can’t control. It should fade in a few days, but for the time being it is safest for you to stay here.”.

She nodded in response, pressing herself closer to him and letting her fingers toy with the buttons of his waistcoat.

“Lucifer...,” she meekly whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into her kiss, letting his arms hold onto her shoulders as she continued to press against him. “I want to thank you for yesterday.” Her fingers slowly unpopped a button and she began pressing her lower half against him in a silent plea as her tongue playfully darted across his lower lip. She was losing her self control in a rapid manner, whining heavily as he pulled back.

“I fear I have matters to attend to today, otherwise I would be more than happy to keep you content in the confines of my room.” He watched as her eyes sparkled with lust, a hint of disappointment forming over her face.

“I’ll be waiting for you to come home,” she pouted as he did up the buttons she’d undone.

She ate breakfast and had a bath to calm herself down before pulling out her small vibrator and withering away in her satin sheets. Is what she would have done if she had listened to Lucifer. Instead, she showered and set off to find the sorcerer who had caused all her problems, hoping to find a way for him to help calm her constant need.

Dressed in a white summer dress, a slightly plunge top with a skater skirt and her hair down in loose curls, off she went to him in purgatory hall. It probably wasn’t the best decision to wear such a short dress but her skin felt on fire; clothes were just too restrictive at the moment. She’d cleaned her thighs before she left, making her best effort to prevent her scent from wandering demons. And all was going well until a masculine scent hit her nose. One of Beel’s team mates walked past her; he must have been to the gym as sweat gleamed off his shirtless body. The smell of pheromones hit her instantly and she felt a throb between her legs instantly ruining her underwear. The scent of her was caught by the demon, who turned whilst sniffing into the air. She had to move quickly or he’d trace the scent to her.

With a frantic look around, she realised how far she still was from Solomon’s quarters but luckily Simeon’s room was only a few doors away from where she stood. Without a second though she raced to the room, listening as footsteps quickly approached behind her. Without knocking, she flung herself into Simeon’s room, thanking anyone and everyone that the door was open. Only, she didn’t expect to see what she did inside.

“Normie…?” Leviathan called out as she panted against the door. In the glowing light of the room were Simeon and Leviathan sat at a table, a stack of comics between them.

“Levi? Oh god, Levi, it’s you.” She took a few running steps to embrace him from behind as he sat down, sending the boy redder than beetroot. “Oh, and Simeon, I’m so sorry for barging in.”

“It is quite alright my sweet,” the angel said, smiling wholesomely at her. “You look parched. What happened?”

“Oh I just-“ she started, her eyes falling to the exposed muscles of his biceps. Beneath his cloak and visible from his black top was the clear outline of his god-sculpted body. A body that made her lose all train of thought.

“Yo, normie?” Levi pinched her hand gently to break her trance.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I just thought someone was following me. Would it be okay if I hung out here for a little while to calm down?” By ‘calm down’ she meant for her core to stop pulsing and her thighs to stop rubbing together. She was getting worse by the minute sitting with the two boys, the total opposites of each other; the demon of envy and the most angelic angel to walk the dusty pits of hell. A yin and yang she most definitely wanted to be in the middle of. “So what are you doing here Levi?” She pulled herself off him and took a seat between them.

Levi, unable to stop the breath hitching in his throat when she walked in, could scent her before she even walked through the front door. And that was when he realised why she came running into Simeon’s room. Any demon nearby would have been able to pick up her scent with how strong it was. He also sensed her rapid heart beat, pumping and throbbing like her pulse as red tinted her cheeks the look of arousal written all over her face.

“Levi here is showing me the ways of ‘manga’,” Simeon smiled, oblivious to the way the young girl was fidgeting in her seat.

“Normie, are you alright?” The purple haired demon asked as he watched her. He’d received a message in the group chat from Lucifer to state she was, quote, in a ‘situational state’ with nothing more. Satan had replied with a smirk emoji, leaving Levi to question what exactly was happening.

“I- I need to use the bathroom.” she stammered as the rising colour of her cheeks spread down her neck and chest, making the white dress glow atop of her skin. The more she looked between the two, the more her mind wandered into dirty territory...

“Normie, you don’t look well.”

Both Leviathan and Simeon reached out to hold her arms. The young girl’s back arched at the contact and gripped the table edge as she stood up, unable to look either of them in the eye as she was unable to hold back the moan, the slight of touches having sent her in the deepest pit of lust and arousal.

“Levi-“ She finally turned her head over her shoulder to meet his gaze, her eyes swimming and lost behind a clear gaze. Cheeks flushed and her lips parted, she didn’t have to say another word for Leviathan to understand. This was the state Lucifer was clearly on about. With her legs spread a little, the aroma of her arousal quickly found itself to both him and Simeon and Levi knew in that moment just how desperate the situation was.

“Shit normie.. I-“ Leviathan scratched the back of his neck as he looked between her and Simeon, unsure of how to handle the situation.

Simeon watched her, a familiar tension building in his stomach, a feeling he often felt around her but was usually able to ignore. But in this moment it was almost overpowering, overwhelming and he was unable to fight the strong stir of emotions inside him.

“Simeon… I’m so sorry-“ she began and, as she turned, the angel felt himself crumple from the heated gaze that bore down at him as passionate lust took over his body.

The potion may have had no effect on demons, but the scent alone was enough to have an impact on the angel, sending him into an aroused state.

“Do not apologise, my sweet.” Simeon took one of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You by far smell more sweet than anything I have come across. Do not deny yourself the pleasure you desire.” He nodded at Levi who stood up to wrap his arms around her waist. “Use my room as you please.”

“Is this okay?” Levi whispered into the shell of her ear, worried about her more than anything else. Her answer came in a quick nod and her hands bunched up the skirt of her dress to expose the white silk resting upon her skin.

Simeon’s heart was racing as he sat forward, intrigued to watch Levi slowly tug down her underwear, watching the gloss of her arousal stick to the fabric before it pooled to a heap on the floor. A groan filled the room. She was unsure if it came from Levi or Simeon.

“Please…” she whispered, spreading her legs as she bent forward, exposing her drenched cunt to both of them.

Eager eyes flitted between the two of them, Simeon still watching the couple. How Levi had knelt down, spreading the cheeks of her behind to gain better access to her before letting his serpent tongue flicker across her wet slit. How her arms gave out and she fell flat against the oak table, letting her hips buck against his face as he kept her ass in place whilst his tongue disappeared between her velvety folds. How she lost herself when her climax hit after only a few moments calling out for more.

“Leviathan,” she whispered so sweetly as she turned around once his mouth had pulled away from her, the same lips slicked with wetness pressing against her own as her tongue played with his, which had just brought her intense pleasure.

“I got you.” Hushed whispers shared against her lips as she hastily undid his belt, her hand diving into the confines of his boxers to wrap around his cock, stroking it until he was fully hard, both of them almost forgetting about their audience as he pushed her down, spreading her thighs and pushing them around his waist as he lined himself up against her, taking her with no resistance as he slid into her tight heat.

It was lustful, it was a sin, but most importantly it was love. The reassuring whispers of “I’ve got you, I love you,” as Levi drove deeper into her. His hands holding her waist as he pulled her up to meet his thrusts, her legs tightly around his waist squeezing and tensing with each rock of his hips. The thin silk of her drenched underwear hanging off her ankle, swaying with each movement, almost taunting Simeon as he watched on.

It was the soft whimpers of ‘harder’ that pulled him from his trance, shining eyes of blue meeting hers in a gaze as they stared on in wonder. Her dress pushed up just enough to bare her waist, her breasts spilling from the top half and bouncing forward with each thrust. Back arched like a bow reaching breaking point off the table, petite hands grasping at anything they could find. And, whilst he and her held eye contact, he watched in awe as she came. Her voice raising into a high pitch moans, chest rising and collapsing quickly, her body curling as they finally broke eye contact when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans were so sweet they made the angel blush. He was positive they could part the clouds and give a direct pathway to the gates of heaven.

It made him wonder how something so beautiful and breathtaking could be such a sin.

It was that which ruined the angel. He was unable to stop himself as a hand began to palm over his erect cock in his pants. Scent, sight and sound became too overbearing for him as he gave into the heat of his need.

The air in the room had changed, Leviathan too busy driving into her to notice it. His grunts and the slapping of his skin echoed off the walls, whilst she came down from her high to fix on Simeon. Watching him as he watched her, his pupils expanding as his tongue darted out to wet his parched lips whilst he continued to touch himself above his clothes.

By her third orgasm, Leviathan was unable to stop himself holding back, gritting his teeth as his pace began to falter. His eyes screwed shut as his jaw clenched, a stuttered groan came as he released inside her, pressing himself tightly against her to be sure he filled her with everything he had, her name hot off his lips as he leaned down to kiss her, keeping themselves together as they basked in their afterglow.

“You did so good,” He praised, cupping her cheek as he wiped away the tears that formed under her eyes. Until finally he pulled out of her, his seed from inside her spilling onto the table beneath. “I’ll get a towel,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze before leaving the room. She would have blissfully laid against the table not moving, but the presence of another kept her from doing so.

“Simeon…” Her voice angelic to his ears as she sat up, her breasts swaying as she stood in front of him, slowly kneeling down. “My sweet, sweet, angel…” The tan of his skin was flushed red as her eyes wandered down, his hand continuing to mess over the front of his trousers as he looked at her like a helpless lamb. “Let me.” She leaned up as she ghosted her lips against his in a way to test him, to test if he’d show any protest but instead he melted into her, letting his lips glide over hers as if that was their sole purpose.

Her hand slowly trailed up his thighs, parting his legs as she fitted between them. Her own hand replaced his as he whined softly against her. Hands slowly unpopped the buttons, the haste from before now eased into a soothing-time stopping pace. No rush, just slow, burning desire.

“Am I the first?” She questioned, gently nipping at his lower lip as his trousers and boxers slowly came down, her hand ghosting over his erect length but not fully touching.

“Y-yes.” His breath hitched to feel her hand slowly wrap around him. Her eyes widened in shock at the length of him; the gods had truly blessed him.

“Oh- I-“ His words were lost as his hips slowly bucked into her touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” Letting him free of her hand, she stared up at him with doting affection.

“Please-don’t,” he said, taking a deep breath as she wrapped her hand back around him, her face leaning close.

“My beautiful angel… my sweet, sweet angel,” she cooed, letting her hand move over him in a gentle grip, savouring the noises he made. The world was completely forgotten,the two of them sharing an intimate moment as she wetted her lips before slowly taking his head into her mouth. His fingers grasped the edge of the chair, twitching as he breathed out in a stuttered breath. His mind went blank as she took him in further, pulling him into the wet depths of her mouth. Her name left his mouth like a chant, repeated like a prayer he spoke every morning and night.

Leviathan had entered back into the room, pausing before turning and leaving the pair alone in their tender moment.

Heat pooled in Simeon’s stomach as her lips touched the base of his cock, unable to hold back the groan as the pit inside him dropped. His eyes shut tight as white heat took over him, and then he was spilling down the back of her throat with no warning.

She hollowed her cheeks as she swallowed his plentiful release, sucking him dry before releasing him. His taste was sweet, lingering, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth.

“My perfect angel,” she said, pressing a kiss to his head as his hand moved and intertwined with hers. Nothing in all of heaven had made him feel as good as she had.

“She will be safe here,” Simeon’s face softened as he stared at the young girl asleep in his bed. After the events of earlier, she had passed out with a blissful face whilst the angel and demon cleaned up. “I’ve put a protection charm on the door. No one will be able to get in.”

“It’s not them getting in I’m worried about it’s her getting out,” Leviathan sighed, running his hands over his face. The two boys agreed to never speak of what had happened earlier, for an angel to allow lust to take over his actions especially from watching acts of a demon.

“I promise you, no harm will come to her. Have you spoken to Lucifer?”

“Yes, he was so pissed she came out. But she’s like the rest of us; never listens to him,” Levi chuckled, watching her sleeping figure cosy up in the blankets. “I guess that’s why we all love her.”

“And did Lucifer explain this- her behaviour..?”

“One guess.”

“Solomon?” Simeon rolled his eyes.

“Bingo. Something about the wrong potion, her basically being in heat, I don’t know. It’s something he needs to explain in person. He was too busy yelling down the phone.”

“She is safe here, my friend. Let us wait until Lucifer comes.” Simeon reached for a comic off the table, intending to pick up the conversation from before she had come in. Only to stop when he saw wetness that they’d missed coating the cover.

Lucifer had gone ballistic when he arrived, all his rage was bubbling through him as he yelled left, right and center. “You disobeyed me! how could you be so reckless?” He had scorned her, towering over her with gritted teeth. His words stopped and his anger subsided as her bottom lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears as she hung her head in shame. A weak, “I’m sorry,” made him pull her into his hold tightly, showering her forehead with kisses. He knew it wasn’t her fault; he was simply worried. Worried that if another had scented her the way she was then they would try to take her. “From now on, I need you to stay in the house, okay?” he said, cupping her face as he whispered softly, kissing her gently, hoping she would understand without him saying the words to show how worried he had been.

Lucifer took her home and straight to his room, informing the brothers not to disturb them. He ran her a bath with rose petals, resting her back against his chest as he cradled her close, whispering sweet words of praise as he washed her. That night, he cared for her, letting his fingers work her she was almost sobbing for him to fill her properly.

In the morning he had to go back to work. As much as he wanted to be with her, his loyalty to Diavolo came first. This time, however, he placed an enchantment on the whole house, ensuring the girl would not be able to leave; the front door, window and back door glued shut if she tried to open them. If another demon opened them and she tried to exit, they would face an electric shock, both of them. It even included the windows; he knew Belphegor had a tendency to sneak out of the attic window. Lucifer was taking no risk or chance. The only way she could leave was if Lucifer left with her or if he lifted the enchantment.

She woke up alone, throwing on one of Lucifer's shirts. Even his lingering scent was arousing, regardless of the way he’d taken care of her in the night. The potion was ruining her. None of the aches or the worn out muscles remained, only fresh feelings and a warm glow.

She left his room and walked along the corridor until she heard it.

“Sweeeeeeetie,” Asmo yelled, running, well, skipping, towards her at the top of his voice.

“Asssssie,” she laughed as he picked her up with ease, using strength only a few demons ever got to see. Her shirt lifted as she wrapped her legs around him.

“I heard someoooone’s been in a little trouble the last few days,” he teased in a singsong voice, walking with her in his arms. “I’m offended you didn’t come to me first.” He pouted as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now baby,” she whispered, letting that feeling of heat take over once more.

Asmo carried her into his room, keeping one arm around her as he ran a bath, kissing her tenderly whilst the water drew to the right heat, his hands slowly peeling off her shirt until his fingers glided over her soft skin.

“So perfect,” he whispered, letting her undo his own clothes, his trousers dropping to the floor as he picked her up and settled her into the water. He lay back with her straddling him, his mouth nipping gently at her neck as his hand dipped below the water to ghost over her thighs. “And I thought I was meant to be the lustful one,” he teased at the scent of her arousal, his eyes sparkling as he felt her heartbeat quicken.

She didn’t have time to answer back with quick wit, instead letting his fingers work inside her until she came over them, the water splashing at the sides of the tub as she rocked gently over his until he sat up and began to push her back gently.

“No,“ she blushed and stopped him, pushing him back down and taking his length into her hand. “I want to be on top.”

Asmo showed no sign of protest, holding her waist gently as his hands brushed up and down her sides whilst she lowered herself onto him. Whilst he knew he was skilled at giving pleasure to his lovers, that he liked to be in control, she needed this more. To let herself set the pace, the mood, the angle. She needed control more than he did at this moment.

One arm circled her waist to keep her close, the other cupping her breast in his palm, squeezing it softly as it bounced in his hold. Her moans were captured by his mouth, a sweet kiss at first only breathing away for air., before pulling back to each other, this time tongues slipping between the velvet folds of their mouths, desperately searching for each other.

He kept her pressed against him when she came, whining so softly against his lips. His arm around her kept her close even as she tried to pull away naturally, her walls pulsing as he felt every tight flutter over him.

“That’s it, you're so good,” he cooed softly, taking his hand off her breast to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His lips touched her ear as he shallowly rocked up against her.

He encouraged her through another climax; he was skilled in holding off his own until finally he could do so no more. The water around them was now lukewarm as she pressed her lips tightly against his, the avatar of lust unable to resist anymore as he spilled inside her, bringing her to one final climax from the throb of his head against her cervix.

He refused her help as he cleaned her thighs and skin with a wet cloth from the side, pressing kisses to her glowing lips. He enjoyed afterwards with her just as much sex itself; she brought him a different type of pleasure. The cuddles, the kisses, the reassurance through panting breaths, the way she looked so radiant as she curled up against him, still a little hazy and drunk off pleasure. He was good at that, making her feel so blissed out that words, colours and meaning to anything no longer made sense.

“I have a class I need to start getting ready for, sweetie.” Asmo pressed a kiss to her forehead, peeling himself away from her even though she clung after him as he placed her on his bed. “I skipped biology this morning, but it’s okay. I got a more physical lesson than R.A.D could ever teach.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Here, this will satisfy you until someone’s back.” Asmo pulled out a toy that curved, passing her a remote. It was her toy, one that Asmo had bought for her when they began experimenting with different ones. He peppered kisses up her thighs before slowly easing it into her. It wasn’t as thick or as big as any of the brothers but at least it did all the work for her to satisfy her.

She had already begun withering from it’s touch, the curve of it hitting against her g-spot with a humming vibration. Asmo stood for a few moments in silence, in admiration of her. She was beautiful. He didn’t have words for how special she was to him or his brothers, their human captivating the hearts of demons and giving them a piece of her own in return. He was just about to pull himself away to finally leave for class when his door open and in strolled-

“Solomon?” Looking on in confusion, the young girl quickly closed her spread thighs as the sorcerer came walking in as if he belonged.

“My, my.” He had a cheshire grin full of darkness, “So it is true.”

“Solomon, what are you- Get out!” Asmo took a step but a flick of the wrist from Solomon had him frozen in place. Asmo’s eyes darted to her in worry, unable to move any other part of his body.

“My dear, I can practically sense your heat from here,” Solomon grinned as he focused his attention on her. She was softly mewling as the toy continued on a low intensity with her legs shut. “Don’t fear, I won’t touch.” He knew that if he placed a hand on her in this state, the brothers would feel it due to their pacts and it would only be a matter of seconds before Lucifer appeared. “I just want to watch.” He’d been fascinated at Lucifer's claims, that a human had gone into heat by his doing and he longed to see the effects of it in person himself. “May I?”

The girl nodded and gently parted her thighs; she knew Solomon wouldn’t hurt her. She also knew of his ‘relationship’ with Asmo. If Asmo trusted him, then so did she. “I won’t touch her, I swear.” Solomon turned to Asmo with a soft look in his ashen eyes. With a click Asmo was free, stumbling forward slightly before stopping.

“Sweetie… are you sure about this?” Asmo placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it slightly with reassurance.

“Yes,” she breathed out in a part whine, the toy continuing to buzz inside her, making her stomach light, her eyes heavy with desire as they met Solomon’s. She let her thighs spread further, giving them a full view of her glistening folds as she gently gripped the sheets below.

Solomon watched with sparkling eyes of lust as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm as Asmo cooed her softly through them, telling her how good she was. But by that point, Solomon was losing his composure. The scent of her heat was affecting him. He knew the potion she had taken had no effect on demons, but after his conversation with Simeon and the way his own body was becoming heated, he was feeling first hand that the effects could pass on to humans and other godly creatures.

“Touch her,” he commanded, peering down at Asmo as his hand moved to palm over the bulge growing in his black slacks. He would stay true to his word, he would not touch her, but he’d never said Asmo couldn’t.

The flames of pleasure licked her lower stomach, a strong sensation she had only felt a few times before building inside.

“A-Asmo-!” Her voice was wavering and brimmed to the lid with lust, her hands shaking as they grasped at his golden-brown hair.

“"Look at that, Asmo... She cums as easily as you. Just another needy little slut." Solomon's words were sharp, mocking, with a grin on his face, "The great Asmodeus, outdone by a needy slutty human. You should be ashamed."His words were followed by a harsh blow, the sound of the slap ricocheting off the walls as his hand came down onto Asmo’s ass.

The mumbles of pleasure from the avatar of lust vibrated against her. His tongue languidly licked at her swollen clit whilst two fingers curled up against her walls, pressing over and over against the spot that was rendering her breathless and seeing stars. He wanted to gaze up, admire her body writhing in pleasure with his rose-gold eyes but the way Solomon was roughly pounding into him from behind had them rolling to the back of his skull.

The thrusts from Solomon had Asmo pulling and pushing away from her folds, her hips grinding desperately back against him in need of friction until her hands anchored his head in place to keep him where she desperately needed him. She whimpered his name, thick pools of lust beneath her eyes gazing up and meeting’s Solomon’s. His brow was knitted, his jaw clenched as he drove into Asmo, each thrust harder than the last. His perfect shade of winter eyes baring down at her was the final push she needed.

Her thighs trembled as her toes curled, gasping profoundly into the air with loud curses as every nerve inside her body set alight whilst every hair on her skin stood up. Her spine curved as she rose off the bed, thick rivulets of her arousal releasing from the build up of pressure inside her.

The hot squirt against his mouth and hand had Asmo undone; getting her to squirt had only happened on a few occasions. He whined heavily, almost louder than her as he came, shooting thick white against his torso as it dripped onto the floor. Solomon growled lowly at the tight clench of Asmo around him, his cock heavily throbbing inside him until he found his own release. His hips pressed harshly against his ass, his cock pulsing as he came inside him.

"You're just a natural slut like Asmo here. Such messy people." Solomon chuckled, slightly breathless as he gazed down at the mess glazing Asmo's skin. The demon surprisingly went red-faced under his words. "Little sluts need to be kept under control. Who knows the trouble you'd get into?" His gaze flickered to the woman. "Must be why Lucifer keeps you on such a short leash."

Solomon grinned with a devilish smile as Asmo cleaned her and himself up, resting against the door frame as he pulled up his slacks. The potion effects seemed to have worked unbelievably well, far better than any aphrodisiac he had ever seen. The girl had been able to handle multiple climaxes, each one growing in intensity until finally it became too much. Whilst she trembled with her aftershocks, she had been able to tell him that after a few hours’ rest her body would recover and be begging for more, muscle aches and bruising all vanishing as if just a dream.

The white haired sourcer pulled Asmo into a deep kiss before, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, disappearing into thin air at the sound of the front door opening andLucifer calling out. He had come to check she was still there.

“I’m here,” she panted out, Asmo helping them both to dress as she climbed under the covers. She was exhausted. Lucifer appeared with a smile which quickly faded; he sensed something in the air.

“My love, who has been here?” His question sounded more like a command as he focused his gaze on her. Asmo could feel her bashfulness at having to explain the situation which occured, choosing to save her the trouble instead.

“Come, she’s tired.” Asmo blew her a kiss before he tightly gripped Lucifer’s arm and led him down the corridor.

Asmo calmed Lucifer down, explaining everything to him. Telling him how the girl saw Solomon just as close and special to her as she did the brothers. The same applied to Simeon after Levi had told him about the previous day. And Lucifer himself knew first hand the claim to her Diavolo now held.

“As much I hate the thought of his hands on her, if she wishes to be with them as well, we must let her and respect her wishes,” Lucifer sighed. He and his brothers had to accept that she touched the hearts of many and that they simply couldn’t keep her to themselves. “I fear we must learn to share our human, or we simply will push her away…”

The following morning she rose and headed to the kitchen. Although she still wasn’t going to R.A.D, she tried to keep herself in the routine of getting up and ready. Only, a dull throb pulsed between her thighs upon entering the kitchen upon sighting a shirtless beel wearing low skimmed joggers. Her eyes began falling down his toned torso, abs chiseled by the gods themselves, to the mouth watering v-line that led directly to his-

"Pft! Quit your starin’," Mammon huffed, pulling her out of her trance after witnessing her eyes practically glow. He was still overzealous when it came to her, hating that he had to share and fight for her attention amongst his brothers and, now, three more.

“I-” a near growl rose deep within her chest to witness Beel innocently licking cream he’d spilled from his deviled puff eclair off his long, slender fingers. Unable to find words, she found herself throbbing and clenching over nothing as she rubbed her thighs on the spot where she stood. All she was able to do was shoot Mammon a look. A look he knew far too well as a smug grin took over his face.

“I could smell ya from ya room,” he said in a low growl of a voice as he stalked towards her like a predator upon prey, the avatar of greed caging her in between him and the kitchen counter. The pink of his tongue darted out to swipe across the pointed fangs of his teeth before he leaned in. “I betcha ya already dripping.” His suspicion was confirmed as she sat upon the counter, hitching her skirt up for him to witness the wet patch already staining the silk of her underwear. A small ‘please’ was all she could muster, giving into the heat surging across her body as the need grew stronger with each passing second. “I’ve been waiting for ya, to get ma time with ya, waiting to make that tight pussy feel so good that ya won’t want anyone else.”

The following few moments were a blur, her eyes held tightly shut, nails scratching indents into the wooden surface. Her mind was left blank, two fingers swirling over her clit whilst two more thrusted into her tight cunt, unsure whose hand was whose. Her body lay flat against the surface as the two brothers stood between her legs, one leg hooked over Mammon's shoulder whilst the other rested over Beels, the two of them working in perfect unison to bring her to a blissful climax before the sun had fully risen.

“Look,” Mammon’s voice commanded as he gripped her chin to keep her facing the full length mirror in front of his bed. Naked, he sat with her back to his chest, her feet placed onto his spread legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, giving her a full show of his cock disappearing and entering her each time he lifted her up.

His teeth caught her ear as he whispered filth, “Look how well you take me, my tight human, my lewd girl,. Cumming again? Filthy girl, ya gonna make me bust a nut squeezing me like that, that’s it, scream ma name baby.”

He held her waist with an arm around her, using his hidden strength to lift her up and down as he thrusted deeper. The girl was in the deepest of pleasure, tongue lolling to the side with her eyes thick with rapture, her head resting back on Mammon’s chest as she let him work her body.

A low growl reminded her that there was another in the room Beel sat watching from the side with his hand around himself, his eyes focused purely on her, watching Mammon stretching her and her perky breasts bouncing up and down. His jaw ached to be on them, his tongue ready to devour her and his cock ready to buried deep inside her.

“My turn,” he growled, as Mammon’s hips pressed up against her, his teeth in her shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside her. Beel blocked the view of the mirror as he stood in front, the girl whimpering at the size of him. She couldn’t lie, his cock always scared her. Like his physical build, it was huge and intimidating.

“Wait ya turn, I’m not done.” Mammon continued to shallowly thrust as she began to tremble in his hold, clenching around him with a tight grip. A heavy groan left him, making Beel roar in anger.

The ginger dropped to his knees. His height had him now eye level with the girl as he kissed her deeply. One of his hands began thumbing over her nipple as the other toyed with her clit, making her buck violently against Mammon. The added stimulation had her thighs quaking and, if not for Mammon for holding her up, she would have fallen sideways as she came.

They helped her ride out the high, before Beel lifted her up and off Mammon, Mammon unable to match his strength as he huffed, watching Beel push himself into her. The girl shifted so her legs were around Beel, her arms around his neck as she clung to him. She was as light as a feather to him, him kissing her deeply as she felt Mammon stand and line himself up behind her. His cock, slicked with her arousal, together with wet fingers, pressed against her puckered hole.

“We’re gonna fuck ya so good,” Mammon licked the shell of her ear as a finger pushed into her, Beel slowly bouncing her off his cock, both brothers as greedy as each other as they filled her, taking climax after climax and leaving her utterly speechless. It was hard to tell in that moment which one really was the avatar of greed.

The next day, the girl had literally fucked the heat out of her body. Mammon and Beel had sent her into overstimulation as they worked together until she saw stars and came close to passing out.

But when she woke up in her own bed the next day, heading down to breakfast and seeing all of the brothers, no rush of arousal came to her. The potion’s effects had finally worn off.

“Morning!” She smiled sweetly, walking in and grabbing a slice of toast off the counter. The brothers waited a second, seeing if she would pounce on any of them but it never came. Instead, she merrily chatted and took a bite out of her food.

The girl was thankful it was Saturday so she could enjoy some free time on the weekend.

“Well, I think I might go out, get some fresh air if anyone wants to join?” she asked, turning around and heading out the door. But a leather glove stopped her, sending her turning backwards to see all of the brothers stalking close to her, Lucifer keeping a grip on her wrist.

“It seems, my dove, you overspent myself and my brothers this week.” Lucifer pulled her close, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’ve been a very needy girl.”

Lucifer caught her lips as the other brothers surrounded her, each one pulling at her for her attention, several pairs of lips finding her own, several sets of hands beginning to undress her and caress her skin.

For the first time, all seven of the brothers shared her, savouring their tiny human all for themselves. And as for getting some fresh air, that was never going to happen, since she wasn’t able to leave the house at any point that weekend, purely because she couldn’t walk the following day.

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ajerzaaddict · 4 years

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Ready for Love

Written based on the Jerza moments in Ch. 63 of 100 years quest, for celebrating Jerza Day 2020.

Rated: K+

Words: 2.8+

FFN

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"We haven't brawled in a while, Elfman!" Natsu exclaimed. Although he hadn't fully recovered from his fight with Aldoron, his enthusiasm for a match with his comrade was as strong as ever.

"Manly!" Elfman roared, and accepted Natsu's challenge by punching his face.

"Hahaha, not bad! But mine is even stronger!"

Like always, a supposedly dual match between them soon turned into a group fight as Gray and Gajeel got dragged into half-voluntarily.

While there were guildmates who enjoyed watching their fight and cheering for them, some others, like Lucy, Cana and Mira, preferred having their own fun, drinking and chatting at the other corner of the room.

But there was one guild member who had not engaged in any of these group activities.

Sitting alone by the window, Erza looked up at the moonlit sky as her mind drifted off to Jellal who had appeared unexpectedly together with her guild in Drasil but was currently absent on the occasion. Her guild had been partying for three nights straight in the pub, and not one time had Jellal shown his face. It wasn't like she thought he had done anything wrong for not turning up. In fact, no one from Fairy Tail had officially invited him to join the party. Her guildmates hadn't thought about inviting him, simply because they saw him like a member and assumed that he would naturally join them. And when she tried to look for him to check if he would be coming, he was always nowhere to be found. She hoped it was just a coincidence but not him trying to avoid her.

But she also wouldn't be too surprised if Jellal had been intentionally keeping a certain distance between himself and Fairy Tail. He probably didn't feel it was appropriate for him, a non-member, to get involved with the guild too much, acting like he belonged to and taking benefits from it. He was just stubborn like this sometimes. She wished that one day, he could accept that even though he was not a member, Fairy Tail, like her, would always welcome him with open arms. Even though he was an independent mage, it didn't mean he must stay alone all the time.

She didn't want to leave him alone too now they met again finally after months of separation. Erza glanced at her guildmates. Everyone was having a good time, in the company of friends or lovers. She supposed they wouldn't have a problem with her leaving the party earlier without informing them first. Not wanting to disturb her guildmates and raise any unnecessary attention, she got up and moved quietly, slowly, to the front door, and slipped out of it when she confirmed that no one was watching her.

The night breeze danced around her long red tresses as Erza strolled the main street of the town. Her eyes searched for passersby who might be Jellal, while she tried to figure out what place in this unfamiliar town Jellal might go to spend his private time. She would always pick the riverbank when she wanted to be alone but it was not necessarily Jellal's case. She then recalled that he had this practice of meeting her under the bridge when she worked for his guild temporarily as an investigator. He had once told her, he wished that one day he would no longer need to hide in the shadow of the bridge, but could walk on it freely and without the fear of being caught by the council to appreciate his surroundings as long as he wanted to.

She decided it would be a good start to look for Jellal from the nearest bridge, and summoned the tourist map from her requip space to look for its location. It was a canal bridge that was within twenty minutes of walking distance. According to the description, it was a touristic point too for it allowed people to appreciate not only the canal's beauty but also the historical buildings on the two townpaths connected by it.

Erza felt extremely lucky when she arrived at her first stop and saw a lone figure with a head of familiar blue hair standing on the canal bridge. He seemed to be deep in thought, leaning over the parapet and watching the water flowing under the bridge. She took a deep breath, then straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair messed by the night breeze earlier with her fingers, before she steadily walked towards the man she had been looking for.

He turned his head to her direction, sensing her presence before she called him. He was always sensitive to his surroundings.

"I thought I'd find you here, Jellal." Erza couldn't contain her satisfied smile as she greeted Jellal.

"Erza." Jellal returned her a gentle smile. He hadn't shown any hint of surprise at her sudden appearance as if he had prepared to meet her. "I can't be part of a guild-only occasion, right?"

"Nobody would mind." Erza told him simply but surely. His reason for his absence from the party was just like how she had guessed it. She could have given him more reasons on why he was wrong, but to lecture him and persuade him to join the party wasn't her purpose to find him. Nonetheless, she felt obligated to at least make it clear to him, being a Fairy Tail member herself, that he would always be welcomed to be part of the guild, member or not.

Jellal didn't express agreement nor talk back, but merely deepened his smile and held Erza's gaze as she came closer to him.

They broke their eye contact when Erza reached Jellal's side with not more than an arm's length distance left between them. Standing side-by-side, they fell into a comfortable silence as they switched their focus to the night view of the town expanded in front of them: the buildings on the either side of the canal looked warm and lively as lights of different colors emitting from the shops' and homes' windows brighten them up; the canal looked liked it was gold-plated as the water glimmered under the soft yellow light of the street lamps; and the sky was a spectacular backdrop of the town, being lighted up by the silver-white crescent moon and also countless diamond-like twinkling stars.

Erza thought the sight was quite a romantic one, and it felt dreamy to be able to enjoy it with Jellal in peace. They were always either apart from each other, or had some battles to fight when they met.

"It's been a while." She remarked lightly.

"Yeah…" Jellal answered simply, before he signed and did a facepalm. "But I have no memory of what happened while I was whited out." He sounded clearly worried and uncertain. "Did I do anything bad?"

"Um...um, well…" Erza could feel her face warming up as she recalled their earlier encounter. She didn't like lying to Jellal but she also really didn't know how she could tell him the truth. They would both be embarrassed to death if she told him everything honestly, that he had displayed practically no shame when he was whited out, becoming uncharacteristically overly open and flirty with her and almost losing it when she put on her seduction armour. Avoiding looking at his direction, she mumbled. "There were no problems."

Jellal nodded and put his hand covering his face down finally. However, his furrowed brow was telling that there was still something bothering him.

"I feel...so ashamed…" He admitted, a little bit hesitantly. "To think I'd end up like that while pursuing the White Wizard…"

"Here we go again." Erza said softly with a knowing smile on her lips. "Is this the part where you say, 'it's all my fault'"? She teased him lightheartedly.

"It really was my fault." Jellal replied matter-of-factly.

Erza was about to tell him he was too harsh on himself for something that wasn't in his control, but she fell silent when she turned to look at him because she was surprised to find him smiling, and not bitterly but calmly.

Jellal turned to Erza looking into her eyes. "But...I will no longer beat myself up over every failure I make."

A wave of relief washed over Erza as she realized what Jellal had just declared meant that he had finally accepted that he could take responsibility for his wrongdoings in the past without self-loathing and self-depreciation, but with self-forgiveness instead. She looked at him admiringly, wearing a big proud smile on her lips, as she waited for his further elaboration.

Jellal raised his head, looking into the sky with hopeful eyes. "Of course, I'll continue to reflect over my past sins and mistakes. And by doing that, I will find a path that will lead to tomorrow."

"I see."

Erza noted simply, for she just couldn't find the right word to express how extremely happy her heart felt for Jellal for having found a new purpose in his life beyond punishment and redemption. At last, he was able to break free from the shackles of his guilt tying him to the past, ready to explore his future.

"That's what it means to live, right?"

Erza knew there was no need for her to reassure Jellal anymore, finding no sign of uncertainty or anxiety, but only confidence and easiness on his face. He was no longer the man who felt complete lost in life whom she met two years ago when she came back from her seven years of "sleep" at Tenrou Island:

"I set up Crime Sorciere to help pay for my crimes. But I'm beginning to think that nothing can make up the atrocities I committed at the Tower of Heaven. I've started to wonder what I'm doing any of this for. And I can't seem to find a way out of the maze those thoughts put me in. I think that perhaps I should die after all."

"You've changed, Jellal."

Jellal gave Erza a meaningful sidelong glance as he gently placed his palm over her hand.

"It's all thanks to you, Erza." He closed his fingers around hers.

Jellal's gesture, despite being small and simple, was enough to make Erza blush and her heart skip a few beats. And before she could give him any response, she had been pulled into his embrace next.

"I can love people freely now."

For a brief moment, Erza wondered if she was only dreaming about Jellal confessing to her that he was ready for love. But she could genuinely feel his warmth enveloping her body, his arms holding her firmly and his heart beating strongly against hers through their touching chests, that she couldn't be in her dream. Smiling gratefully, she closed her eyes and leaned toward Jellal, resting her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

"That's right."

Finally, the boy she loved so dearly but lost seventeen years ago, had found his way back to her.

For a long while, they held each other in silence to enjoy the closeness as much as they could. Erza knew, and so as Jellal, their time together wouldn't last long. Soon, she would have to return to her team to continue her mission on the 100 years quest, and Jellal would probably go on with his investigation on the white mage.

But Erza wasn't one to lose hope even if there seemed to be no solution to a problem. Making up her mind and gathering her courage, she pulled away to look at Jellal.

"May I...stay over at your hotel room tonight, Jellal?" She asked timidly but there was also resolution in her voice.

"S-stay over at my hotel room?" Jellal blushed faintly.

"I-it's purely innocent!" Erza stressed; face reddened like Jellal's. "I just...hope that we can spend more time together before we part ways. You know, we aren't lodging in the same hotel, but I thought I can still spend tonight with you at the very least if I stay over…..."

Jellal's tense face softened, and his lips turned up into a gentle smile. "Surely you can come over if you want to. It's my hope too, to spend time with you as much as I'm allowed before you leave."

"I'm glad that you feel the same." Erza smiled in relief.

"Let's go back to my hotel then, it's quite late at night already."

They unwrapped their arms from each other, then reached for each other's hand and intertwined their fingers as Jellal led the way to his hotel. It was only a short ten minutes walk, but nonetheless an enjoyable one for them, as they took the chance for moon viewing and star gazing in each other's company.

After they had returned to Jellal's hotel room, they firstly took turns using the bathroom, not only for showing to wash away the dirt but also for replacing the bandages on their bodies with new clean ones. And when done, both of them changed into their sleepwear.

Jellal dressed in a plain black long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of color-matching pajama pants after showering. As for Erza, she had put on her favorite Heart Kreuz purple pajama set which she had always stored one in her requip space. But she had also considered for a brief moment to wear the more sexy nightgown she had bought to prepare for any possible "special occasion", only decided against it quickly because she didn't want Jellal to think that she was pushing anything between them.

The room was small and simple, provided with only a double bed, a closet, a writing desk and a chair. They therefore chose to make themselves comfortable in the bed as they updated each other on the recent happenings in their lives: sitting side-by-side with their backs resting against the bed's headboard as well as sipping the hot chocolate Jellal got for them from the hotel's bar.

But Erza wasn't able to share much details about her mission on the 100 years quest. So she let Jellal talk most of the time and would post questions sometimes. When she noticed that Jellal had fallen silent at one point, seemingly running out of things to share, she suggested calling it a night.

"I'm sorry that there's nothing much I can share with you even though I'm the one who asked to spend the night with you." Erza looked at Jellal apologetically as he offered to take her mug now emptied of chocolate.

"It's really fine, Erza." Jellal got off the bed to place both his and Erza's empty mugs on the writing desk. "I understood it perfectly as someone who has been taking secret missions all the time. You don't have to do anything to justify your stay over; your company alone is good enough for me."

He then reached for the closet and pulled out the sleeping bag he always carried when travelling around.

"You can take the bed, Erza. I will sleep on the floor."

Erza shook her head. "You won't."

She got off the bed as well, going to Jellal's side. She took his sleeping bed and put it back into the closet, then held his hand to pull him with her to go back into the bed again.

"The bed is big enough for us both to sleep in it. And the hard floor is not doing any good to your wounds."

"Erza." Jellal tried to reason with her. "I'm fine…"

"Shhh." Erza wouldn't listen. She knew it was out of his respect for her that Jellal hadn't asked to sleep with her in the same bed. But she wanted nothing more than him staying close to her as much as possible, making up for their time apart even just a little now that he had no reason to avoid her anymore. She held his hand firmly even after she had gotten under the blanket and looked at him resolutely, while he still tried to resist her invitation by standing at the bedside.

But at last, Jellal gave in and slipped into the bed, as he didn't have the heart to pull his hand away from Erza's.

Erza smiled in relief and snuggled to Jellal. She used to do this a lot to him when they were in the Tower of Heaven, seeking his comfort over the sufferings she endured. She was strong enough to protect herself now. But Jellal was still a presence which could always make her feel safe and at peace.

"Thanks, Jellal. And good night."

"Good night, Erza." Jellal turned the bedside lamps off. He then slid an arm around Erza's waist to hold her closer, and whispered lowly in her ear. "I love you."

Erza felt her heart soaring with joy; a sweet smile spread across her face. "I-I love you too."

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eryiss · 3 years

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Prompt: Chendy; Chelia performing CPR on Wendy to restart her heart

Hi. This is my first time writing for this ship, so I hope it’s okay. I hope you enjoy it.

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As Her Heart Skips

No. No this couldn't be happening.

It was- It was meant to be an exhibition fight. They were just there to fill the Grand Magic Game's schedule while the events were being set up, and to allow members of participating guilds not in the teams to show off their abilities. It wasn't meant to be anything special, or important, and they definitely weren't meant to be dangerous.

And Chelia didn't mean for this to happen. She didn't! It was just that she'd been practicing her magic a lot of late, she'd been learning some spells that weren't as stable as she thought, and she'd put more magical energy into one of them.

Now Wendy was… She was…

Why was nobody helping. There was an entire colosseum of people watching this, why were none of them helping? There had to be medics or people with healing magic who could help. And why had nobody from Fairy Tail come down to see if Wendy was okay, they were some of the most protective people Chelia had ever seen. They should be here, doing something – anything – that could help Wendy recover from the injury.

Chelia couldn't think straight, she just couldn't. She looked around for help, because surely it would come, and her eyes landed on Fairy Tail's private viewing area. They were – oh no – beating against walls of runes. The runes that the GMG put up to stop fight interference. They couldn't get into the arena.

Mind still spinning, Chelia looked towards the entrance tunnels where she and Wendy had entered from. The runes were covering them, and the officials couldn't get through them.

No. Nobody could get in! It was just her and Wendy now.

She had to do something. Wendy was lying unconscious, partially covered in the dust that Chelia's spells had whisked up. And if nobody else could get towards her, then it would have to be Chelia. But she wasn't qualified to do anything, nor did she know any first aid techniques- no. Wait. She did!

Her and Wendy had gotten close since they first met, and formed the 'Sky Sisters.' The time they could spend together was limited with the missions they both went on, so they had to find the time whenever they could. One way they'd been able to do that was having Chelia tag along to Wendy's medical lessons with Porlyusica. She had been taught how to perform first aid in case her healing magic had failed her, and Chelia had been to quite a few of lessons. She didn't pay as much attention as Wendy did, but she'd picked up a few things.

If there was anything she could do, then she would. But what if she got it wrong-

No. She had to be calm. That's what Porlyusica always made clear.

Chelia charged forward towards Wendy, looking the girl over with still panicking eyes. She wasn't bleeding – oh thank goodness – and that meant Chelia could turn her over, so she was facing up rather than at the ground. She didn't have any obvious injuries.

Oh no. No. Her chest wasn't moving. Was she not…?

Chelia leant down, placing her ear to Wendy's mouth to see if she could feel or hear any breath. She couldn't. Wendy wasn't breathing. She wasn't breathing!

No. Okay. This was something that Chelia knew how to deal with. It was CPR, wasn't it? When you didn't have anyone with healing magic or anything that could jump start the heart, then you had to perform CPR. It was a simple one to do, she was pretty sure. She forced herself to think back to the lessons – silently angry at herself for being distracted for most of the lessons – until a rush of memories came back to her.

30 chest compressions.

She places her hands onto Wendy's chest in the formation she remembered Porlyusica telling Wendy to, and started to push down in sharp compressions. She hummed a small tune that Wendy had made up to keep the compression in time.

The sounds of the worried crowd fell to the background, a muffled mess of unimportant noises. Her entire focus was forcing her hands down onto Wendy's chest in short bursts of strength in time with the small tune that she was humming. Her eyes were burning slightly, but she shook her head to stop the tears from distracting her. Because she didn't ned to cry, because this was going to be fine. Wendy was going to wake up and she would be okay, and this would all be a bad memory.

Why wasn't there anybody here yet? Surely they'd opened the runes by now!

She was getting to the end of the thirty compressions, and thought back to the first aid lessons to remember what she needed to do next. She thought back to the memory of watching Wendy give compressions to the doll, and once she'd done that she'd… she'd…

Emergency breaths. That's what they were called.

Pinch the nose tightly, lift the chin up to clear the airways, and give two strong breaths.

Chelia did the steps needed of her, and her eyes flickered to the left as she glances Wendy's chest rise slightly before falling slightly. It was working. Oh good it was working.

She returned to her kneeling position over Wendy, placing her hands on her chest and giving them sharp compressions. It was all she could do to focus on the situation, trying to ignore both the crowd of people watching them and the burning in her arms as each compression further tired her out. It didn't matter that she was hurting, or that almost everyone in the country could be watching her, she just needed to focus on this. On helping Wendy.

It was at the third round of compressions that a hand landed on her shoulder, and she looked up to see an unfamiliar mage with a firm expression on her face. She looked over her shoulder towards him, still compressing Wendy's chest.

"We can take it from here, young lady," He said, softly. "But we need some space."

Chelia fell back, allowing the man to kneel before Wendy and start casting a soft beige spell on her. A group of nurse and doctor mages surrounded her, meaning Chelia could no longer look after her. She was left in the middle of the arena, the exhaustion of the situation overtaking her. She breathed heavily, closing her eyes, and panting quietly.

"Hey," A woman's voice said. "She's awake."

Chelia blinked as she woke up, head shooting up and banging against the wall. She had been sleeping in the waiting room from the GMG medical bay, and had woken up to see Lucy smiling at her softly.

After the runes had been broken and medical mages had been able to access the fighting arena, they had taken Wendy to the medical bay to both bring her back to consciousness and to check her over for any further injuries. Many of her guild members had demanded entrance to the First Aid bay, none more loudly than her team. Chelia had arrived in time to hear that nobody would be allowed in until she was in a safe place.

By the lack of any noise from the louder members of Wendy's team, it was likely that they'd already seen her and gone by now. Chelia didn't mind that she hadn't been woken up the moment she could see Wendy, she was just glad to hear that Wendy was awake and able to see visitors again.

"Is she okay?" Chelia asked urgently.

"She seems fine," Lucy smiled, stepping back as Chelia stood up. "She seemed more worried about you than herself though."

"Can I- do you mind if I see her?" Chelia asked, glancing at the door.

"Of course," Lucy grinned. "She'll be happy to see you."

It wasn't the most polite thing to do, but she walked past Lucy without saying anything and into the medical bay. A torrent of worrying thoughts hit her as she saw the curtain around Wendy's bed, all of them possibilities as to how bad Wendy might be looking. With panic flooding her, she pulled open the curtain to see…

Wendy was eating ice cream.

"Chelia," She exclaimed, placing her bowl of ice cream on the bed. "I'm glad you're here. Are you okay?"

"I- what," Chelia spluttered slightly, before shaking her head to refocus her attention. "I should be asking if you're okay. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Wendy assured her, patting the side of the bed for Chelia to sit on. "Would you like some ice cream?"

"You were- I mean you- you were unconscious!" She exclaimed, looking around in almost disbelief. "You shouldn't be offering me ice cream, you should be… I don't know exactly what you should be doing but I should be the one worrying about you. I mean I should be buying you ice cream. It was me that knocked you out."

"You also kept me stable for about five minutes," Wendy smiled, shrugging and then lifting her bowl of ice cream. "There's chocolate, banana and raspberry. They even gave me a wafer and chocolate sauce."

"How do you know I did that?"

Wendy pointed towards the wall, where a lacrima was mounted showing the days news. On the screen there was a slightly flickering image surmising the days events in relation to Grand Magic Games. Chelia watched in horror as she saw images of her compressing Wendy's chest, and the leaning down to give her-

Oh dear.

"Oh no," Chelia mumbled, placing her head in her hands. "I forgot there was cameras."

It wasn't a kiss. It wasn't. It was a way to keep her heart going, and was a necessary medical action. But that didn't mean the reality of the situation was lost on Chelia. She had placed her lips on Wendy's lips. Her lips had touched her crush's clips. And not only that, but most people in the country would have seen it, and it was being repeated on the news all throughout the day. How was she meant to deal with that?

"I could probably ask for you to get your own bowl, if you want a bigger portion," Wendy said from behind her, as if this wasn't a ridiculous situation. "And I didn't know that you paid that much attention to those lessons you sat in on."

"Why are you not angry at me?" Chelia asked, tearing her eyes away from the screen. "I put you in here."

"Not on purpose," Wendy shrugged. "And then you saved me. It evens out. Do you not like ice cream?"

"What if you didn't come back. Or I did something to your insides or something?"

Wendy sighed, placed her bowl of ice cream onto the bed again. She patted the place in the bed next to her, looking at Chelia with a bit of a firm expression. Following the silent instruction, Chelia sat beside her crush and looked at her with worry in her eyes. She fidgeted slightly, trying to ignore the flushing feeling overtaking her at the soft expression Wendy was giving her.

"You saved me, that's what you need to think about," Wendy said firmly. "Accidents happen, and that's okay. You didn't do it on purpose, and I don't blame you," She shrugged, picking up the remote and flicking the channel to a TV movie. "Oh, I've been wanting to watch this."

"I-I can leave you then, if you want," Chelia suggested, with a level of whiplash for how openly Wendy had forgiven her.

"Watch it with me," Wendy asked, smiling at Chelia softly. "Please."

And, well, who was Chelia to deny her crush after a request like that? She placed her feet on the bed beside Wendy, wondering why Wendy didn't blame her for any of this. But when a head rested softly against her side, Chelia decided it didn't matter. This was more important.

#Chendy #chelia blendy #wendy marvell #Fairy Tail #Fanfic #writing #Request #One Shot #Word Count 2k

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timeforelfnonsense · 3 years

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His Hero

Criella x Wyll (ft. a little Dafni x Astarion) || M || Ao3 || Ko-fi || Let me write you a story? || Want to know what Dafni & Astarion got up to?

Criella looked absolutely radiant. Her long straight lilac hair hung loose and lovely down the long line of her back. Her spiraling, rosewood colored horns dressed in chains of silver and charms of luminous crystal. Her slender arms were free of their normal leather coverings revealing a tattoo of elegantly scrawled infernal that pulsed with arcane iridescence.

Innovate

A fitting descriptor.

As striking as she was it wasn’t her beauty alone that drew him to her. Rather it was the cocktail of boldness and brilliance she had exhibited in their short acquaintance. Her mind was sharp and quick to collaborate. In the heat of battle, her voice never wavered. He had watched in awe as she conjured roaring thunder and icy lighting. Weaving each spell together in a fearsome tempest. Raining down elegant destruction on Ragzlin’s perverse throne room. Ending the leader’s tyrannical grip on the coast with one precise strike of crackling electricity.

“Enjoying your evening?” She asked, handing him a tankard of honeyed ale.

“There she is- the woman herself.” Let us raise a glass! Wyll chuckled, clicking the edge of his cup with her own goblet of red wine, “To freedom from tyranny! May we hew a path for the downtrodden to travel. To you a legend in the making! And of course to us. May our bond only grow stronger.”

“Quite the toast.” She stated, casually bringing the silver goblet to her soft, quirked lips, “Are you coming on to me, Wyll?”

Wyll shivered at the feeling of the heart-shaped tip of her tail training up his spine. The curing white lines of her facial tattoos crinkling as she arched an expectant, manicured brow.

“I hadn’t imagined myself so subtle?” He said, glancing up at her over the foam of his ale. A subtle grin curling across his lips, eyebrows ever so slightly raised, “Or to put it another way: yes.” Criella’s tail wrapped itself loosely around his waist a coy smile of her own working its way across her stunning features. Her silver eyes were nearly opalescent in the warm, gingery fire’s glow. Wyll pressed his lips to the slightly angled shell of her ear, speaking in a voice smooth as silk, “Your heart beats strong, friend. The Blade rarely seeks partnership.”

Criella’s hold on his midsection tightened as the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down her spine. The timbre of his voice felt like a hot beverage on a cool morning. Warming her from the tips of her fingers to the depths of her belly. It had been ages since she’d felt that sort of pull towards another being. Her heart dropped a bit as the memory of standing beside Zoria in a Neverwinter temple entered her mind. She had looked so beautiful, dressed in her gown of chiffon and net. The Ivory fabric standing in perfect contrast with her violet skin.

Criella had been profoundly hurt when her best friend announced she was not only to be wed to her latest sweetheart but that she’d be leaving Waterdeep with her. It had felt like a betrayal. They had built something special together. Something so unique that Criella had sacrificed her own desires to pursue something deeper to preserve it. And Zoria was going to throw it all away. Yes, she had been mad but that all fell away when she saw the love Zoria had for her bride. She loved Zoria and loving her meant wanting to see her happy even if it was with someone else. The passage of time had softened the sting of losing her. It became easier and easier to write to her in the past few years. She even had begun to enjoy hearing about her wife and the sweet life they had made for themselves in Neverwinter.

The experience had stung but it had taught her that hiding her feelings away was not necessarily the best course of action. Who could say if things would have worked out differently had she voiced her feelings? Regardless, it was not a mistake she’d be making twice. Wyll was a good man. She admired his tactical mind. His plan to take on the goblins had been clean and clever. He had fought for people whom he had no loyalties or connection to . Not because they had offered him gold or glory, but because they needed help. A fond smile played at her lips as she pictured Wyll with his tiefling charges, so gentle and patient. She’d practically melted on sight when she found him sparing amongst the children.

Wyll was the sort of man she’d imagined into fairy stories as a brave king or gallant knight. An uncharacteristically wistful sight fell from her lips, causing her baby pink cheeks to grow a deep strawberry. Gods he was handsome! With a strong, noble countenance. Yet, there was a bit of ruggedness to his stubbled jaw that added a certain something to his charms.

“Are you propositioning me, Blade?” She purred careful not to bump him with her horns as she placed her head on his broad shoulder.

“If I were?” Wyll asked.

“I would be incredibly flattered.” she assured, tilting her gaze up at him, “And happily accept.”

“In that case, I reckon our union might continue to your bunk tonight.” Wyll beamed placing a feather-light kiss on her temple. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he added, “ Or I suppose we could just start out here like those two.” Wyll nudged her hip with his own, pointing a discreet finger towards their elven compatriots.

“Now that is an idea!” Criella laughed. However, her amusement curdled as she watched Dafni’s hand travel ever closer to the front of Astarion’s breeches, “But, I think we’d best spare these poor people another...display.”

“You’re probably right.” He agreed, his hand reaching up to stroke the delicate line of her cheek, “But, I’d like to kiss you. Something to tide me over until the party winds down.”

Criella lifted her head from his shoulder with an eager look. Wyll took her chin between his sword-calloused fingers, tilting her rosy face toward his lips. The moment their mouths brushed the world spun to a halt. She tasted of cherry wine and rosewater. The tip of her tongue sliding across the inner edge of his lip coaxing a soft gasp forward. Wyll wrapped one hand around her waist, his fingers gently pressing into her hip. The other laced through the waterfall of lavender hair, soft as satin as in his grasp. His heart thumped loudly in his own ears at the feeling of her warm palms sliding against his chest. A dull ache began behind his eye. A flash of bronze hair and moonlight skin tearing through his mind.

Wyll stumbled back ending the heart-stopping embrace, “Pardon, just a bit woozy…”

“That’s alright. Do you still want to meet later?”

“Definitely.” Wyll nodded twirling a stray lock of hair around his index finger, “I’ll meet you at your bunk when you’re ready. I trust I won’t have to wait long.”

As soon as the party dwindled to its embers, Criella practically skipped back to her tent, a smile fixed on her face. As she pushed the heavy lavender canvas back she took a quick stock of her surroundings. She kept her quarters tidy enough but spick and span did not necessarily correlate with romantic. Perhaps she could light some candles? Criella’s lower lip caught in her sharp teeth. It wasn’t like her to feel like a giddy green lass! She was a woman of confidence and ambition. Her affections had always manifested as quite longings rather than whimsical, girlish fancies. Then again, she’d never been kissed in such a breathtaking manner before.

Criella brushed the tips of her index and middle fingers across the plush flesh of her lips shivering as she felt the ghost of Wyll’s astounding kiss. He tasted of ale and smelled of campfire and sweet earth. Criella had been a firm believer that first kisses were more often than not dreadfully awkward but he had proven her dead wrong. She could have even been coaxed to reconsider her stance on public displays of desire, were it not for the strange sharpness that pried them apart.

She felt a phantom throb behind her eyes. Who was that? She’d caught the glimpse of a face in Wyll’s mind as their thoughts slipped together. Bronze hair glowing in a fiery halo, flawless skin the color of the moonlight, her lips impossibly pink but the finer details of her appearance remained obscured by a fog of uncertainty. After a moment of concentration, she came to the conclusion that It didn’t matter who she was. Criella had never been the jealous sort and she had no intention of starting now. Wyll was a charming, attractive gentleman; she hadn’t deluded herself into thinking his affections had never belonged to another, nor did she mind that they had. What mattered was the here and now. And in the here and now Wyll wanted her.

With that sorted, she shifted her focus to the matter at hand. She kicked off her boots before peeled away the soft leather of her leggings carefully folding and tucking them away. She loosened the laces of her green blouse allowing it to hand loose and casual from her narrow shoulders. With a stylish flick of her hand, she projected her mirror image. She shifted her weight to her right foot, her hip popping out slightly as her hand came to rest on its peak.

“You are still glowing from battle. On my honor, you’ve never looked more beautiful.” Wyll’s warm voice filled the tent wrapping around her half-dressed body like a lover’s embrace. He approached her with slow, sure steps but his eyes flickered with a gentle want that set a fire between her thighs.

Once more, Wyll pulled her close, their lips meeting in a deep sensual kiss. Criella’s palms pressed against his firm chest taking up a handful of his dark cotton shirt as she pulled him closer. His fingers found their way to her hair, his nails skimming lightly across her scalp. Criella cupped his cheek, thumb running along his scarred cheek.

Wyll winced, pulling back from her kiss once more. Before she could ask what was wrong the needling pain behind her eye retired once more along with the mysterious woman. Her dazzling smile turned razor-sharp. Horns pushed their way through her ginger hair. Her creamy complexion shifting to a steely blue as two great, leather wings spreading out from her proud shoulders.

A Cambion.

There was no mistaking it. This woman was Wyll’s patron, she was certain. Criella tried to hold her image in her mind, searching for any defining features or giveaways of her nature but Mizora’s wicked grin cut through her thoughts like a knife forcing her to look away.

“Damnit. Must she ruin everything?” Wyll muttered bringing his palm to his stone eye to rub away the discomfort. “I’m sorry it's not supposed to be this way.”

“That was her, wasn’t it? Mizora.”

Wyll’s shoulders slumped, hand still guarding his eye, “Yes. Wherever she’s gone she still haunts me. A ghost in all but name. Sometimes I swear I can smell her- sulfur and orchids. Stops my heart just to think of it. I thought I could forget Mizora. Just for one night. Gods, how wrong I was. “

Criella’s lips turned up into a soft smile as she pulled Wyll’s guardian palm from his face. Her voice was warm and sure as she spoke, “I understand Wyll, as well as I am able at least. Why don’t you spend the night beside me? No sex just sharing each other's company, hm?”

“I’d like that.”

Criella guided him down to her woolen bedroll by the arm. Wyll’s head came to read against her chest as she gently rubbed the tension from his strong, reliable shoulders. He let out a sigh as her nimble fingers worked at a perpetually tight spot near his collarbone.

“I’d forgotten what it’s like to feel safe.” He confessed, warm whisky brown eyes meeting her’s. “I’m used to being the hero. Not so used to needing one.”

“It must be hard,” She mused in a musical tone, hands still working the stubborn muscle, Looking out for everyone else all the time. Devoting yourself to helping others. That’s a heavy burden for one man to carry. You are allowed to have a few moments for yourself. Besides, you’ll always be a hero to me, Wyll.”

“It means so much to hear those words from you.” He sighed, warping his hand gently around her wrist, I wish I could give you something more in return. My flesh at least. Something deeper were you to ask it. But only a free man can give himself fully. Until my pact is broken... I’m never free.”

“You will be rid of her one day. Sooner than you might think too.” She winked, tossing her loose hair with a flick of her tail, “You have my aid now after all! I’m somewhat of an expert on the Hells, Cania in particular, but I have a fair knowledge of the other eight as well. I’m no stranger to the politics and schemes of devils and there is nothing I can’t do once my mind is set to it. “

Wyll pressed his lips in a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on her inner wrist before pressing her palm to his steadily beating heart. “You are a blessing, Wit.”

#elf writes #wyll #astarion #Criella Wit #dafni of gwynneth #bg3 oc

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missblissy · 4 years

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OC x Alastor “It’s a Deal?”

Her face never changed once while she sat there, nor did her body language or the air she carried herself with. And how long could she just... Sit there and listen to these people? Wasn’t this supposed to be Hell, ruled by Lucifer himself? So why on earth did she dare call herself a Queen? And how was she even allowed such a title?

Alastor was clueless, he hadn’t an idea what was going on. But he watched from the sidelines, behind one of the pillars of her throne room. He raised a brow as one subject left, then another came running in. How many people did she rule over? What kind of Overlord took pity on their subjects? What kind of Overlord protected their subjects? She was an odd one, peculiar, and... Quite frankly more entertaining to watch than the souls perishing just outside her territory.

And this land? This territory she ruled over, looked as if it could be earth. The grass was green, flowing in waves, the air was warm and the sun was shining in blue skies. Maybe it didn’t help that Alastor had only been in Hell for about three weeks now, sure he was on a role, killing Overlords left and right... But she? He couldn’t defeat her- she was the only one that could beat him. And how could she? What made her so strong?

Who was Fiota, Queen of the Succubi, Overlord of Limbo? She was tall, and quite beautiful, even for Alastor’s standards. He didn’t often notice the beauty in people, or even really care for that matter. But he just couldn’t look away from her. Her fair skin was as white as snow or sheet of paper, with round rosey red cheeks hidden under bright and lovely eyes in the shade of pink. She looked majestic, stoic, and most of all, powerful. She truly was a demon, with her bouncy blonde curls hiding a pair of long and sharp horns that curled behind her head.

“Your highness,” Another lost soul welcomed themselves into her palace home. She lived like a Queen in a palace straight out of the Golden Ages of Ancient Greece. The soul bowed in respect to her.

“What can I do for you today?” Fiota’s stoic face never changed. She sat on her thrown, looking down at the man before her at the bottom of the steps between them.

“There was a failure on my hand, Your Highness...” The man kept his head hung. Alastor could smell the fear wafting off him, “I am Aeschylus of Sparta, Your Highness, you tasked me with the mission to find Herodotus, however I could not. Hades has changed so much since Lucifer took over, but you do your best to keep The Fields of Elysium as they always were and I thank you greatly for-”

“Get on with it, Aeschylus of Sparta, I do not have all day,” Her words were cold but her face never changed. Not a single emotion was there. All the while, Alastor’s confusion grew even more, why were they speaking about Hell as if it were Hades? And the Fields of Elysium? Wasn’t the first circle of Hell suppose to be Limbo?

“Y-yes! I... I could not find him. Your territory is so large- I... I was gone for weeks and I do not think he is here anymore.”

There was a second when Fiota lifted her brow, then she looked to one of her guards, then to Alastor, her gaze never changing its stoic form. She let out a sigh then gave a small wave of her hand, “You are forgiven,” Everyone let out a collective sigh, especially Aeschylus, “However I can no longer guarantee your safety come the next extermination,” His face dropped at her words, “Leave now, and tell anyone else to go home. We are done here for today.”

Fiota clapped her hands twice and without a second of hesitation, her guards went after that poor man and ushered him out of her sight. She quickly got up from her throne and made her way towards the back of this grand room, to where Alastor was hiding in the shadows.

The second she got close enough, he ran up beside her and followed her lead deeper into her palace home, “Why didn't you just kill him?” Alastor asked her, “I would have slit his throat-”

“I told you,” Fiota didn’t even bother looking at him, she kept her nose high as she walked down these halls, “I do not kill people,”

“You had no problem killing me,”

She snapped her attention towards him, her gaze cold and distant, “I never killed you,” Her words were as sharp as knives and Alastor could see a fire of anger spark within her, “If I did, you wouldn’t be standing here now,”

“Smile, dear,” Alastor grinned while picking up his pace. He skipped a few steps ahead of her, spinning around then walking backwards so he could face her, “I’m only kidding! No need to look so angry!” But her glare never left her face, “Come on, Fiota,” Alastor tried a more natural smile, “I know, you love all life and you would rather spare than kill, because that would make us no better than the angels above, or the big man down here!” His efforts only made her glare at him more, “Fine, fine! Be that way, no fun allowed here!”

She brushed past him easily and went on her way. She almost hoped that he’d leave at this point. It was obvious that she was more powerful than him, and there was no way he could ever beat her. And yet he stilled followed her around.

“I don’t get it!” She winced at the sound of his voice. Alastor was walking beside her again, confusion on his face, “Why don’t you like Lucifer? Is he really that bad?”

Fiota rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to get into it, “He’s exactly what you think he is,” She said, “I want nothing to do with him,”

“But why?” Alastor refused to let this go, “Did he break your heart? Was he the one that got away,”

“Ugh!” She shook her head quickly, “No,” It wasn’t like that at all. She rounded a corner and soon they found themselves in a large and peaceful courtyard. Fiota swallowed down her bitterness and said, “He’s.... he’s the reason why I’m stuck here,”

“In Limbo?” Alastor asked while still following her. He took a second to look around him and notice the massive olive tree growing in the center of this courtyard. Greek-style statues and fountains decorated spots here and there.

“No,” Fiota shook her head, “Here, in Hell,” She stopped her quick-paced walking and stood underneath the shade of the olive tree. The wind rustled each leaf and made the tree sway in the sunlight, “I can never go...” She paused and Alastor could see pain work its way onto her face, “I... I was killed for being his daughter, that’s how I ended up down here.”

“I thought Lucifer only had one daughter? And isn’t she an infant?”

“That would be my sister, Charlotte, who usurped me by birthright,”

Everything was starting to make more sense now. A daughter of Lucifer who was born on earth, murdered by the church for being the spawn of the devil. Alastor could feel the weight in the air, the way Fiota’s cold gaze never left him. No wonder she was so powerful. He had heard rumors of a Forgotten Princess who was stuck in Limbo. He didn’t think that she’d be the Overlord of this place, or even a Queen at that.

Her pain was written all over her face, from the furrow of her brow, to the narrow of her eyes, and falling with her frown, “You know,” Alastor shrugged, “A smile really wouldn’t hurt that face of yours,”

“I don’t smile. Not for strangers,” She really didn’t want to smile, did she?

“But that’s not true,” Alastor said, “I’ve seen you smile before,” There was a wicked evil twisting around in Alastor’s eyes but more than that there was some kind of hope. Fiota gave him an odd look as he spoke on, “You were just this morning. I saw you on your balcony,” And Alastor pointed up and up and towards the top of the palace. Just peeking through the olive branch, Fiota flicked her gaze up and saw the balcony to her room.

“You’re stalking me now?”

“No, no,” Alastor’s grin never left, but he shook his head and waved his fingers in the shape of an ‘x’ back and forth, “I was minding my own business when I just so happened to hear you,” She started to realize what he was talking about. Her eyes grew wide and a red hue traveled across her face, “You know you have a lovely singing voice, you’re like some kind of princess out of a fairy tail. Singing love songs to birds when you think no one is there,”

His grin was cocky, and he looked like he was enjoying himself, “Don’t make it a habit, listening to me,” Fiota pointed a finger at him, “It’s weird. You’re weird,”

“And yet!” He shook a finger in the air and bounce on his tip toes once, “You still didn’t kill me! You could have, oh, you so could have ended my afterlife, just one switch cut of the blade and I’d be!” He ran a finger across his neck and played dead, “Dead as a door nail! Gone forever! And yet here we are,” He smiled wide, “Here I am, weird and totally wacky, and here you are. Talking to me like we’re old pals sharing a laugh about the past,”

“Who’s laughing?” Fiota looked at him while crossing her arms. She had things to do, places to be. How long was he going to keep her here?

“You are!”

“I am not,”

He gave her a grin and wiggle of his brow while leaning towards her, “You can be~” He pressed on, “Just give me a chance, Fiota! Let me make you smile, dear.”

“Don’t call me that,” She crossed her arms tighter and turned away from him, ready to get a move on and back to the task at hand.

But as she turned on her heel, he was already there. She looked behind her, then back to Alastor... How..? His grin grew wider, “Fine then,” He teased, “Your highness, is that better? Come on... please? I promise if I can’t make you laugh, I’ll disappear! Good as gone, yes ma’am!”

What was with this guy? First he insisted on battling her for nearly three weeks straight, trying to steal her territory, then he admits defeat and begs to be taught by her. Now he’s listening to her sing and following her around like a lost dog. Yet here he is, offering to make her laugh, or leave for good.

“Fine,” She said, then held out her hand quickly, “It’s a deal,” Fiota’s hand held great power in it. Magic swarmed to life in her palm, a deep blue color glowed within her fingers as she held her hand out to him. And he didn’t waste a second taking her hand, clasping his own onto hers firmly with the biggest smile on his face.

“It’s a deal then,” Alastor shook her hand then pulled away, eager to win and prove her wrong. He took his hands and fixed his tie, he straightened out his clothes and cleared his throat, “My lady,” He started, “I have a joke for you,”

“A joke?” She lifted a brow. Oh, good god.

“Yes indeed! A joke! A simple one, I swear. I only want to make you smile, your highness,” He gave her a smile then yelled, “I’m going bananas!” Alastor paused as Fiota stared at him with a startled look, taken back by his sudden shout. Then he gave a different kind of smile, a small one as he said, “That’s what I tell the bananas before I leave the house.”

Oh... Oh no. Fiota found herself starting to giggle, it was to late to stop it now. The little chuckles bubbled from her lips as she began to laugh lightly. She tried to hide it behind her hand, she even tried to hide her smile but there was no stopping it.

Alastor watched happily as he won his end of the deal. It wasn’t really about the deal though, he just enjoyed seeing her laugh for once. But on a lucky note, thanks to the deal he won, Fiota could never make him leave her side now. “Laughter is the best medicine,” He nodded his head once while tucking his arms behind his back, “Would you like to hear another joke, your highness?” He asked quickly.

Her giggles died down slightly, her smile still on her face. Fiota looked around and made sure no one else was with them. She bit the corner of her lip and said with a little grin, “Sure, why the hell not.”

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lemoncakepanda · 5 years

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Top 50 NaLu Anime Moments {Pt 1}

And thus we get back to me fangirling over my favorite NaLu moments once again, only this time we do it based on the anime-only moments, which covers: canon, filler, movies and ovas. 100 year quest is not included bc it hasn’t been animated (yet) and it’s still fairly early in the story to start listing my fave moments, so we’ll just cover these I mentioned. If you’re not up to date with the anime, I recommend you skip this list.

Originally, I was just going to do 30 moments, but the list kept getting bigger and so on, and here we are. So I’ll post from least favorite to, well, most favorite, and will divide the list in 5 posts. In this first one, I’ll list my fave moments from 50 till 41.

Warning: lots of gushing and fangirling over a beautiful ship. also, a few moments will be differently placed on this list contrary to where they ranked before (some may be higher and some may be lower) and that’s due to the fact that some of them were better in the manga, whereas some were better in the anime, and some of them are lower simply bc dragon cry exists. so, here we go,

50. “Hang out with me a little longer.” (Ep 125).

We starting off with a filler moment, and you may wonder why it’s so low, since it’s such a cute moment. One, it’s filler. Two, it made into the list, which is already saying something. There’s many great NaLu moments, and they have a lot of scenes together, so choosing only 50 moments was hard enough, so no judging the rankings, kay? It’s the only scene ever where Natsu and Lucy are dancing, so I couldn’t leave it out. It’s such a great moment because, especially at first, Lucy hardly initiated the NaLu moments, and this was post Tenrou, which is known for its NaLu amazing-ness and where the ship truly start to develop, so to see Lucy grab Natsu’s hands even though he “ruined” what she thought would be a romantic moment, and just pull him in for dancing, was actually really sweet, especially at the sound of “Glitter” which is a great song. Also, it’s easy to miss, but Natsu is blushing when she pulls him to her so they can dance, which made the scene extra cute. Let’s ignore the fact that he probably puked on her next, lol.

49. Lucy stops Natsu in Edolas. (Ep 82).

Does anyone else find amazing the fact that Lucy can calm down Natsu and talk him out of so many fights? Natsu Dragneel, the guy who storms into fighting without a second thought? Because I do. And this moment here is no different. Back when I was watching this, I had no idea where we were going with NaLu as a ship, esp bc I knew Lisanna was coming back this arc, so it was nice to see them having moments like this, where you can see Lucy’s affect on Natsu, the way she calms him down, even when she’s upset too, like you can see on the photo. Also, a back hug, which is a total NaLu thing, so it’s a must on this list.

48. “That was dangerous. Thanks, Lucy.” (Ep 59).

BLUSHING LUCY IS SO CUTE! Srsly, though, I love seeing her blush over Natsu, especially so early in the series. I headcanon that she had a little crush on him around this time, but didn’t know how to deal with it, so she just buried it, but moments like these would happen, and it would slip out. Also, the matching outfits are a plus! I don’t have much to say about this moment, other than it’s hard to show this photo to someone and have them explain how could this be platonic in any way. I mean, they’re friends, ain’t nobody denying it, but it’s not just that.

47. Original Team Natsu is formed. (Ep 3).

Time to travel a bit back in time, back to when I didn’t even ship NaLu, and they certainly did not have romantic feelings for one another, but it’s still a pretty special moment, and that’s when Original Team Natsu, which consisted of Natsu, Lucy and Happy, was formed. I love how in sync they were with each other since the beginning; they certainly had immediate chemistry with one another, even when they were still getting to know each other. Gotta add this one, bc, where would we be if the Everlue mission never came in about? If they never needed a blonde? I mean, Natsu would probably choose Lucy anyway, but this was very essential to the building of their friendship, as it also opened the door for them to start spending time together.

46. Natsu saves Lucy from Zash. (Fairy Tail: Dragon Cry).

And from one jump in time, to something more recent, and where Natsu and Lucy are 100% the ship we love, which would usually not be so low on the list, but God, there are so many moments that weight more, especially on the emotional side, for me. This moment I feel it’s important to point out bc we all know nothing good was about to happen to Lucy, and Natsu once again comes through to save her, to make up for the fact that he almost hurt her, and he just burts in yelling “Give Lucy back!” and just wrecking in everything and punching that creep in the face. And he still picks Lucy up in his arms and is all flirty with her and starts sniffing her. Also, for someone who complains about Lucy’s weight, he sure doesn’t mind holding her like this, does he?

45. Lucy and Natsu falling from the waterfall. (Ep 59).

For those of you who don’t know, I feel it’s fair to point out Orácion Seis is my least favorite FT arc (yes, I know Alvarez exists, but at least it’s entertaining), and the only thing I really liked about it was Jerza, Wendy’s introduction, and, well, the moments with Natsu and Lucy, individually and together. I wanted to bring this moment in because it’s always nice to see Lucy being the one to save Natsu, but also because it shows how their relationship is slowly but surely progressing; before, every time he got motion sickness, she’d tell him to snap out of it or just call him pathetic. And then, somewhere along the way, she stopped finding it ridiculous. As we can see on this moment, I think for the first time, she’s so worried about him and goes on to save him even when she’s all banged up too, and she risks her life to protect him, even when he’s about to be sick right at her chest. She doesn’t ridiculize him, she doesn’t roll her eyes at him, nor ignores him, she steps in to save him because she already cares about him so much. It was a nice development in their relationship, and I’m very grateful for this moment. It’s always nice to see NaLu being reckless together.

44. End of the Starry Sky arc. (Ep 150).

And whereas in one we had Lucy jumping from a waterfall grabbing onto Natsu for dear life to protect him, here we have Natsu straight up jumping at the sky to save Lucy from falling to her death (again), with a beautiful scenery, with all the stars falling, nice background music, and, after the long roller-coaster arc we had, ending it this way, with Lucy giving Natsu one of her sweetest smiles after he catches her and then throws himself on the ground as they fall so she doesn’t get hurt, gave such a warm feeling to my heart. The nice reminder that although Lucy had lost all of her family (Layla, Jude and Michelle), she still had a family right there in him, in everyone else at Fairy Tail, and they would always be there to catch her.

43. The “almost kiss”. (Ep 219).

While I’m sure we all knew there was no way Lucy and Natsu would be kissing in the middle of the anime, and certainly not in an omake, it was very entertaning to see how they both would react to the suggestion of doing so, which resulted in: Natsu was all okay going for it, and Lucy became a flustered mess. I like how the anime added her heart speeding up when Natsu came closer, right before she pulled Happy to the middle. And can we talk about how Natsu just went for that kiss, though? He didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest. Oh, if only Lucy wasn’t so shy! But it’s okay, I’m sure it’ll be even better when it actually happens in the actual story. Also, kudos to little Asuka, the mvp, speaking for us NaLus and trying to make dreams come true right there, lol.

42. “We can’t let it end here.” (Ep 122).

A small addition the anime made for the scene where they’re all getting ready to defend themselves from Acnologia, during Tenrou Island, which was very much appreciated. To see once again how Natsu knows exactly how to comfort Lucy, how he gives her hope, how they become stronger together, and have so much trust between them. Also, holding hands, which is always welcomed. They could have shown Natsu comforting anyone else, literally, it could have been anyone else from the guild who felt hopeless, just like they could have had anyone else comfort Lucy and give her hope. But, for this situation, who better than these two? They do so much for each other. Moments like these, filler or not, showcase how important they are for one another and the affect they have on each other. It could be their very last moments of their lives, and they were spending it with one another. Simply amazing and very touching.

41. Last moments before the war. (Ep 291).

Yup, I love this moment. I love how Natsu knows war’s gonna break out the next day (it happens on the same night but only bc Zeref is extra like that), and he goes to spend his last peaceful night at his favorite place, with his two favorite people, Lucy and Happy. I also like the talk they had and how Natsu explained himself to her, about how he loved fighting, but he didn’t like hurting/killing, and he only wanted to protect his guild. In moments like this, you can see Lucy look at him like that, like she’s thinking, yup, that’s why I love him so much. And when he says stuff like that, I think she can’t help admiring him even more. And this is the moment that opens the “let’s talk of the future” thing between NaLu, which has a nice conclusion by the end of this arc, which I’m sure you all know what is, and I’ll bring this moment back, but we’re still far from it. Anyways, a great moment because, even though it’s little, you can see how close they are with one another, and after spending one year apart, they’re more than happy to stay with each other for their last peaceful night too bad it gets interrupted huh.

Part 2 will be posted tomorrow!

#nalu #natsu x lucy #fairy tail #top50nalu

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pixelgrotto · 4 years

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A penny for my Witchery thoughts

The Witcher Netflix series was released at the tail end of last month, giving Geralt of Rivia the interesting distinction of a literary character who’s now a well-known TV protagonist but just happened to achieve international fame through video games first. (Aye, there was a Polish film and show in 2001 and 2002 which called Geralt a “Hexer” instead of a “Witcher,” but they’re not exactly good, though perhaps worth a peek on YouTube for chuckles.)

Geralt’s adventures - both in the stories written by Andrzej Sapkowski and the games developed by CD Projekt Red - are close to my heart. I’ve spilled a fair amount of digital ink writing about the franchise, and my playthrough of the games and subsequent devouring of the books from 2014 to 2016 reignited my appreciation for fantasy and served as the impetus that got me reading more genre fiction and eventually delving into tabletop RPGs in 2017, leading to my current obsession with Dungeons & Dragons. I’m naturally protective of material that means a lot to me, so when the Netflix series was announced I viewed it with only subdued optimism. After all, with the possible exception of a certain HBO thing based on George R.R. Martin’s books (which now seems to be viewed worse in retrospect after the final season), fantasy doesn’t have a great track record on the small screen. I also wasn’t especially impressed when Henry Cavill was cast as Geralt, since I primarily know him from the recent Superman movies, which paint the guy in such a dour light and force him to constantly grimace like someone who’s just taken a dump only to discover that there’s no toilet paper in sight.

But now the show’s out in the wild, and after scanning some mixed reactions (not to mention one truly baffling “review” by two Entertainment Weekly twats who only watched the first episode) I cautiously consumed it with my girlfriend over Christmas break...and can happily report that it’s good. But, it’s also a show that expects its viewers to skip through some mental hoops as we bear witness to three intersecting story lines, all of which are taking place in different eras. Then you’ve got your standard variety of fantasy names, terms and themes, several of which might be tricky to grasp if you’ve never read the books or played the games. For instance, I don’t think they ever bothered to fully explain the “Conjunction of the Spheres” (the time when planets aligned and monsters and humans came to the world, uprooting the indigenous elves and dwarves) or the “Law of Surprise” (when a person’s fate is intertwined with something unexpected - usually an unborn child). I can also see how the show’s numerous mentions of the word “destiny” could seem like wacky dialogue to viewers unaware of the fact that Sapkowski’s realm really does have a strong undercurrent of inescapable fate running through its veins.

Unique structure and terminology aside, the first episode was more of a slow burn than I’d imagined. It starts with an awesome sequence of Geralt fighting a Kikimora, but then transitions into a fairly serious interpretation of “Lesser Evil” from the first short story collection, The Last Wish. The episode then cuts into the exodus of Ciri from the kingdom of Cintra, an event mostly described in flashback in the second short story anthology, Sword of Destiny. The scenes of death and destruction as Ciri flees her burning kingdom are fairly meandering, as are the interspersed interactions between Geralt and Renfri, a woman with seven loyal followers who was supposed to be a grittier version of Snow White in the books. There are some great fights near the end, but as I watched, I couldn’t help but think that I probably would’ve made the opener speedier and a bit pulpier, especially since the tone of these early Witcher tales was more “tongue in cheek fairy tale deconstruction” than plodding epic fantasy.

The second episode also took its time, though the decision to detail the plight of Yennefer the sorceress before she uses magic to change her hunchback form into something that she sees as more conventionally attractive is a good one, since this was once again only flashback material in the novels. But the cream of the hour was certainly Jaskier the bard, who’s going by his moniker in the books rather than the “Dandelion” translation that the games used. He’s played by actor Joey Batey with a perfect blend of magnificent bastard bravado, surpassing his portrayal in the games with a larger than life theme song that’s now something of a cult phenomenon, and his characterization made me feel like the show knew what it was doing at the end of the day.

Episode three is where things truly came together for me, since we barrel straight into the Geralt versus Striga battle from Andrzej Sapkowski’s first Witcher short story. It’s a full-on horror interpretation (which I liked but my girl found too spooky), and also full-on fan service for someone like me who still watches the intro cinematic to The Witcher 1 on occasion. And in later episodes, as my head began getting used to the nuances of the three character timeline, the show seemed to find its footing with this delicate blend of fan service, pulp and seriousness. By the time episode 8 rolled around and the character arcs of Geralt, Ciri and Yennefer came full circle with the Battle of Sodden Hill - yet another event that Sapkowski mostly wrote in flashback - I found myself wishing that season two would arrive sooner than 2021, and my girlfriend felt similarly. I also realized why the showrunners decided on the unorthodox timeline - this is a series that’ll probably excel on rewatches, particularly if you already have an idea of what to look out for.

Series producer Lauren S. Hissrich (who’s quite a joy to follow on Twitter) has mentioned in interviews that this is a show that expects a tad of patience and effort from viewers, but will give a lot in exchange. I’m inclined to agree, and while this depiction of Sapkowski’s lore has some initial roughness around the edges, it ultimately reminds me of how The Witcher 1 was janky even upon its 2007 release but exhibited a unique magic to anyone who stuck with it for more than a handful of hours. Many professional reviewers tend to avoid giving fantasy shows patience and effort (Game of Thrones is an anomaly), which may explain some of the negative reviews. But The Witcher seems to have found a strong-as-nails following from audiences, who made it one of Netflix’s top efforts of 2019, and even friggin’ Anne Rice liked it. (Geralt of Rivia now possesses the other interesting distinction of being a literary character/TV protagonist/video game hero who’s been mentioned in the same breath as Lestat the vampire.)

Speaking of Geralt, I owe Henry Cavill applause. I didn’t think much of his casting, but he pulled through in the end, delivering a silver-haired hero that’s clearly influenced by the games - particularly in the voice and the occasional spell slinging - but still very much his own take, with nary a “where’s the toilet paper” grimace in sight. Audiences can now take their pick between an iconic video game interpretation of the White Wolf and a likely-soon-to-be-iconic TV version, which is a rare choice to have in fandom, especially for a franchise that was once little known outside of Poland. Toss a coin to your Witcher, indeed.

#pixel grotto #musings #the witcher

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mirage-05 · 5 years

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The Rescue Mission

Okay, another fanfiction collab between me and @eleanor-devil , one that’s a little more centered on Stingyu or Sting Eucliffe and Yukino Aguria from Fairy Tail anime who had taken over our lives XD Again, this roleplay is part of a future big project. Small notes, the guild Lion Heart is a fan guild created by me that resides in Shirotsume town, to the north of Sabertooth and Fairy Tail. The OCs Nereia, Milo, Allen and Nevaeh belong to me, while Seth and Natsumi belong to @eleanor-devil . Chana belongs to one of our friends who is not on tumblr. We also introduce another key here as Yukino’s trusted spirits, which was actually bought to her by Sting in ways of an apology after his inconsiderate act when Yukino wanted to go onto the Lupus mission (you can find our RP about that on our pages too). Draco, from the constallation of the dragon, is the leader of the minor constallations (just like Leo is the leader of the zodiac) and he is heavily based on the legend of Ladon in Greek mythology, the draon who stood guard over the garden of Hesperides, or the twilight gardens, which held the tree with golden apples, which are said to grant immportality to whoever eats it. This story takes place during the one-year time-skip between the Tartarus and Avatar arcs.

Feedback is highly appreciated people!

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‘Damn, we're not going anywhere like this...' Sting thought, gritting his teeth, panting as he took the scene in front of him. He had no idea how this mission was going to turn into their hardest yet when Lion Heart members came to them with the urgent request - two of their members had gone missing for days now and were last seen in the area near which Sabertooth was based in. They had been warned about the risks - Nereia Caldiona, a matron of Lion Heart, a powerful dimensions mage and also the grandmother of one of the said missing mages, had apparently been researching this portal for some time now and suspected connections to a demon realm. What the three mages of Sabertooth had never expected however, was...

A bone-chilling laugh echoed in the night air, it was hard to believe that this was actually coming from a thirteen year old boy... from whom they needed to expel the demon before it did even more serious damage, but so far, they had been unsuccessful. Even with Allen, who was a demon summoner, Nevaeh, who was a frigging demon herself, and the unison raid he and Rogue just pulled through... this demon who possessed Milo was on a whole another level...

"Seriously, is this the best you can do?" A low chuckle came from the young boy now. "All I had to do was to flick my finger..."

Seeing what was coming, Sting leaped from the rock behind which he had been hiding and pushed Yukino out of the way of an attack, which smashed the place the celestial mage was standing behind.

The two mages fell on the hard ground just as the pieces of the destroyed rock rained on them, the young boy laughed in a way that made everyone fighting against him feeling a chill down their spine . Sting and Yukino raised their heads, how were they going to get through this? How were they going to save Milo from himself?

"You fools didn't understand yet did you? You don't have the power to defeat me but I have the power to destroy all of you and I'm going to have so much fun doing it...!" an evil grin made it's way to the boy's lips. "And you being the fools you are... you just fed me even more power with that little unison raid of yours!"

Both Sting's and Rogue's eyes widened, what...? How?! Their attack should've at the very least injured the demon, how did it have the opposite effect?!

"...the Shadow..." they heard Allen mumble. "It was the shadows that powered it, this is a shadow demon...!"

“So my power... wasn’t enough...” the white dragon slayer mumbled, but it wasn’t much of a question, rather a statement. Of course... he and Rogue were equal in power (it had been a long time since he fought his brother and it always tended to end up in a draw), so the shadow couldn’t overpower light, and vice versa... of course, they had fought demons before (like in Tartarus) so it never occurred to him their raid wouldn’t work against one...

And shadow type of magic had one weakness, one only… “Huh.” His breath came out in a huff when realization hit, but it wasn’t a sound of surprise.

“Watch out!” Nevaeh suddenly transported to in front of them, deflecting another attack from the demon. She was really the only one among them who could keep up. “Don’t let your guard down, we need to come up with something quick.”

“Right.” A resolution settling in his indigo eyes, Sting got to his feet, helping Yukino up too in the process. “I think I finally got this.”

The tone in his voice, the strange calm... no, serenity... made his fellow guild mates frown slightly at him. “What... are you talking about...?” Rogue asked slowly, although he was somehow afraid of the answer.

"Since it's clear that our combination isn't going to work..." his eyes looked more determined than ever. "I will use my magic on my own."

Rogue's eyes widened in surprise, as well as the eyes of the others present. "What... do you mean on your own...? What are you planning Sting?" The tone in the Shadow Dragon Slayer's voice was urgent, worried and... almost angry, if his twin was implying what he thought he was...

"My magic can purify anything, the demon that possessed Milo is a shadow demon, it's only natural what it's weakness is." his matter-of-fact tone wasn't helping at all, like what he was about to do wasn't something that big and it only made the anger in Rogue starting to boil. Sting suddenly felt the other Sabertooth member grabbing him tightly by the collar of his jacket, his eyes matching his voice as he spoke.

"Are you mad?! You have seen how strong that demon is, if you use your magic on your own you'll...!"

Sting put both his hands on Rogue's, gripping them and forcing them to release his collar but the determination never left his indigo eyes. "I am quite aware of what will happen, Rogue."

"Sting-sama...!" now Yukino joined the conversation but none of the other members of the team dared intervene... it was a personal matter between the members of Sabertooth after all...

"It's alright, Yukino, it's what must be done."

"It's not alright you big dumbass!" The thought of Sting perishing was too much for Rogue to handle, there was a knot starting to form in his throat.

"No." And again Yukino spoke, more serious this time.

“I’m not gonna let this demon run free you two.” The blond said again, still damnably calm but just with the tint of exasperation in his tone. “We can’t wait for backup, we don’t have that much time, and this is a one-time deal, so I’m-“

“No!” Their celestial mage interrupted once again, and the sudden determination in her eyes matched that of Sting’s own as she took a step towards their master, looking him straight in the eyes. “It’s not the only way.”

The twins were both taken aback, both by the fierceness in the girl and her words. “Yukino...”

“Sting-sama, please...” And her pleading tone was genuine too, her voice shaky... what the master had suggested was horrible, too terrifying to even wrap her mind around... Yukino’s brown eyes were brimmed with tears, although she didn’t let them fall. “Please, let’s... do this together.”

Now the blond was truly surprised. “W-What do you mean together?”

“Are you suggesting... a unison raid??” Rogue’s tone was a mix of surprise and... wonder... “But... you should have a spirit who can channel light magic for that...”

The girl smiled, soft... “And so I do.” From her keys she pulled out one... and to his astonishment, Sting immediately recognized that one. The one he bought for her... “Draco, the dragon... he has twilight based powers. I dare say he would be enough to supply you.”

The master frowned slightly, what Yukino was offering could’ve made perfect sense, only... “We never tried unison raid before with you, we don’t know how it will affect you... I don’t want you to take the risk-“

The girl took his hand, almost desperate now. “And we can’t have you risk your life like this, master! You... you are too important for us... for the whole guild...!”

Rogue was silent, pondering on the suddenly proposed solution... it was dangerous... the reason he and Sting were capable of performing Unison Raid without any problems was because of their harsh training and also because both of them were Dragon Slayers, their power was even to put it mildly.

Now it wasn't that Yukino was weak, on the contrary, she was really strong. If anything served as proof, this woman was capable of summoning the thirteenth zodiac gate, a dark key no less, and control Ophiucus at her will despite it being a key that, as the girl had once stated, she did not trust.

But what worried the Dragon Slayer was actually what they were against, an extremely powerful demon that had just used his shadow powers to enhance itself and truth is, Sting was a Dragon Slayer and Yukino a Celestial Spirit Mage... what they really could use was Demon Slayer but...

"Sting... do it." the black haired man finally spoke. "It might be our only chance to put an end on this."

"But-"

"Once your light has done it's damage we can have Nevaeh and Allen take care of the rest." The determination in the red eyes was strong, Sting was worried something bad would happen but... maybe it was their only chance. Sighing, the blond finally squeezed back Yukino's hand, standing straight next to her. "Okay... let's do it."

A big smile made it's way to the girl's lips as she raised her hand in the air. "Open, Gate of the Dragon... Draco!"

Smoke surrounded the area where the mages were, a low but dangerous growl coming from it, bright yellow eyes shining through the dust. Those that had never met the Dragon Spirit felt a chill go down their spines.

The dust cleared up, finally revealing the full form of the beast. A giant, majestic dark red dragon with bright yellow eyes spread its wings in the air, it had no legs but rather a large body connected to the tail that protectively surrounded the two mages in a spiral.

Sting allowed his body to be surrounded by the enhanced strenght of his Dragon Force and channelled it towards the girl next to him, bathing her equally in the same holy white light. The only difference really was that his body was covered in their usual white scales of this form and Yukino wasn't.

They heard the demon in front of them laughing crazily. "You are planning to slay me with Dragon Slayer Magic and a Celestial Spirit? You are stupider than I thought!" It raised the boy's finger. "Vanish you miserable insects!" And it flicked the finger.

As the next attack was readied against them, both Sting and Yukino opened their mouths to recite the spell. "Holy Twilight Ray!"

From that it was all a big blur... Sting watched as the light created from their unison raid, bright and blinding, rushed to meet the attack that was sent by the demon... he saw it overpowering the attack, giving them their beacon of hope, this would work out... But just then, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Draco's huge form shifting... there was a big explosion sound, and the last thing the white dragon slayer felt was the warmth of Yukino's hand, grabbing his tighter, before they were tossed in the air with the force of the explosion and everything went black...

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For a moment, he could hear nothing but... ringing. Everything felt blurry, like there was a big sponge in his head, blocking everything... But bit by bit, things started coming back to him. "Sting... Sting...!"

He would knew that voice anywhere. But something in it now made the blond smirk slightly before finding his voice to answer him. "Rogue..." he croaked, and had to gulp to sound more understandable. "Are you... crying...?" Not that it was something to be laughed at, he himself had never hid his emotions, but... it was a little uncharacteristic for the black haired man after all.

He could've sworn he heard his twin growl. "No you idiot. You just pulled a dangerous unison raid, you didn't come to for a minute... I guess I should be laughing."

His brother's words only brought more to his attention that... the warmth he felt just before the explosion was no longer claiming his hand... The master felt his hand closing in a fist as he finally opened his eyes, taking in the night's sky for a moment before looking up at Rogue. "Yukino.. where is Yukino...?"

And he saw the sad look that suddenly made its way to his brother's red eyes, Sting didn't like it one bit and promptly tried to move only to feel his body completely sore and burning in pain. "What... happened Rogue...?!"

The Shadow Dragon Slayer looked down for a bit before moving his eyes towards a scenario a bit far from them. "There is... another member of Lion Heart healing her but... she is not waking up..."

Sting's eyes widened and he once again moved to sit up, fighting against the burning feeling all over his body until Rogue extended his arms and helped him sit. The Sabertooth Master stared ahead and saw Nevaeh holding the unconscious Celestial Spirit mage in her arms as a blond haired man, that Sting did not recognize from the earlier group, with his hands open over the girl's chest as a light green glow came from it. This was wrong... this had all gone wrong...! "Yukino!"

Sting tried to get up only to have his whole strenght taken away as an unbearable pain came from his leg and spread through his body, forcing a yell of pain to come from his mouth. Rogue was immediately by his side, helping him sit up again. "Sting... what's wrong...?!"

"My... leg... ugh!" the blond reached for the right leg. "I can't move it...!"

And the shadow dragon slayer's eyes drifted to his leg, immediately noticing the problem. Sting's leg was standing at an odd angle, and he was so worried about Yukino that he wasn't aware of it, that idiot... "Stand still," he told his twin, his voice soft. "I will have Seth help you after he finished healing Yukino."

"Yukino..." Sting mumbled again, he could bear any pain now if it just meant Yukino would wake up soon... "We should never have done this... never..." He felt Rogue grabbing his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

The blond man standing over Yukino sighed and the green glow slowly died down. "I did what I could. We should take her to Chana-san immediately." He looked at the brunette holding the celestial mage. "You can handle that, Nevvie?"

"Yes, of course." the girl said promptly, being a demon granted her more strength than what would be expected from a woman of her size. Balancing the white haired mage in her arms, she got up, and was soon gone. It was then that the blond lion turned his attention to them. "Okay, now let's get you settled."

"Where is she taking her?" Sting asked quickly, not that he wouldn't trust Nevaeh of course, he just had to know.

"To Lion Heart, to my master." The other blond replied, than looked at the shadow dragon slayer. "You might wanna hold him. This is not going to be pretty."

Just then Allen appeared next to them, carrying an unconscious Milo, now apparently back to his normal form "I'm going to take Milo back as well, he is back to normal but I don't know the extents of the sealing." Seth looked up at the man and nodded.

"We will reach you once I'm done but it might take a while." Allen gave a short nod and then he too was gone. The long blond haired man turned his attention back to Sting who was clearly now in distress, most likely from the leg he thought.

The green glow returner to his hands and Rogue grasped Sting's shoulders, he himself sweated hard when he started hearing the cracking of his friend's bones moving and even more when a painful scream left the blond's throat. The Shadow Dragon Slayer didn't even want to imagine the pain he was going through.

And then Sting instinctively moved, like trying to escape from the pain, his hands gripping hard whatever he could find. "Sting don't move! I know it hurts but you need to hold on!"

"Holy- SHIT!" The white dragon slayer's body arched upward, despite what Rogue just said he couldn't stop trashing, the pain was nothing he had ever experienced before nor that he would want to ever re-experience! "Stop... make it stop please!" If he was given a choice to endure a full day of ride on a train or this, he would jump on the train right now, and it was no secret how he hated transportations!

"Sting, listen to me." And this was Seth this time, the white dragon slayer kinda wanted to punch him for sounding so damn calm while torturing people. "I know it's bad but if you just let me do my job, it won't take long. Don't damage your leg more than it already is..."

"Easy... for you... to say...! Aaggh!!" His breathing was harsh and he was sweating probably more than he ever had in his entire life. This was fucking unbearable!

He heard Seth sigh, still calm as ever and then his amber eyes switched to Rogue who still had a look that clearly questioned what he should do in this situation. "If he doesn't stop-" he didn't even had the time to finish his sentence as Sting's body arched up again and this time accidentally hit with his forehead against Rogue's, making the black haired boy suddenly let him go to hold his own face and now bleeding nose.

"Holy shit Sting...!" He moaned in pain and Seth just sighed again.

"Knock him down, it's the only way I will be able to heal him properly."

“I can do that...” the shadow dragon slayer mumbled. “I’m sorry Sting... this is for your own good...” And with a well placed punch, the blond was out of it. Rogue was glad he couldn’t hear his screams again, it was never easy to go through listening to someone in immense pain. Although he would rather have that than... the thought of what could’ve happened if Yukino and Draco wasn’t there sent chills down his spine.

He took a look around, at all the damage from the last explosion... to be fair, it was a miracle that they were all still standing. Somehow, it felt like they were shielded... but how, he didn’t know.

All the while, the healing mage had worked his magic, silent and serious. When he finished, Rogue was ready to get up and carry Sting back to Lion Heart for further treatment... but Seth shook his head. “I should treat to your nose first.”

...

He didn't know where he was, he didn't remember clearly what had happened but he did know that currently he was lying against something soft and warm.

Sting's blue eyes fluttered open and he was met with what seemed like the first rays of the day, the light coming from the window forced the Dragon Slayer to re-close the eyes for a moment until he was ready to adjust his vision.

"Ugh..." His body was aching but what was really aching was his leg. "Where... am I...?" he wasn't making the question to anyone in particular, he was still acknowledging his surroundings so he did not expect when suddenly a tiny figure hugged him as tightly as the tiny hands allowed.

"Sting-kun!" He could recognize that voice anywhere. "You're awake!"

"Le... ctor...?" He only moved his head slightly up but he could see the Exceed crying.

"I came as fast as I could! Rogue-kun said you have been sleeping for hours!"

"Rogue...? Ugh... where am I...?"

"In the hospital of Shirotsume Town, yes!"

Sting frowned at the word. Hospital...? But why-

His eyes widened and a gasp escaped his mouth as the dragon slayer suddenly remembered everything. The mission, the demon that possessed the young Lion Heart member, and the unison raid with Yukino... “Where... is Yukino...?”

A shadow passed over the exceed’s face, Rogue-kun had told him this would probably be the first thing Sting would ask... and he didn’t want to send his friend in a panic, but he also couldn’t hide things from him forever. “She is also in the hospital Sting-kun...”

“A-and did she wake up yet?” The blond’s voice was a little higher now, his hands curled up on the bedsheet.

“Well, apparently the doctors say it won’t take long...”

“Lector...” it hadn’t escaped Sting’s attention that his friend was avoiding the question... and he didn’t like this, he didn’t like what he was about to find out.

Lector’s ears fell, and his gaze was sad when he looked at the blond. “No... no, she hasn’t.”

"Oh..." Sting's eyes fell and his hands gripped thesheets. "Tch... damnit... this is all my fault..."

"Sting-kun... you couldn't have known..."

"Yes I could...!" He nearly yelled. "I knew how powerful that demon was and I let her convince me into doing that Unison Raid...!"

Lector watched his friend sadly, just what could he say to make Sting feel better? When... when Sting was already claiming the whole blame...? And what he had to show him wasn't exactly going to help either...

The Exceed spread his wings and flew over the bedside table, apparently grabbing something but Sting didn't even know what it was until he landed again on the bed and took a few steps forward.

"Um... R-Rogue-kun retrieved Yukino-kun's key... but um..." yet again the tone at his voice was what made Sting look up and he didn't need much to have his eyes widened...

Sting felt a knot form in his throat as he carefully took the key into hands, holding it fully in his open palm. "God... what..." The key was cracked and not just a little...! It was like it would break into tiny pieces at the slightest touch. Suddenly flashes of the Unison Raid came to his mind... that moment he had seen Draco move... that must have been when...! "It protected us..."

“Y-yeah, that was Rogue-kun’s guess too...” Lector felt even more helpless as Sting bowed his head to the bed, a slight shaking to his shoulders.

“Damnit... dammit... how am I gonna explain this to Yukino... or make up for her...” He knew how great a bond the celestial mage had with her spirits, and now he felt especially horrible... this was going to be devastating for Yukino...

He was afraid of voicing it, but he still had to ask. “W-what would happen to him though... I-I mean is he... gone...?” Of course he didn’t expect Lector to have the answer to that, but he couldn’t help it.

Lector answered him anyway. “Apparently Rogue-kun talked to Natsumi-kun about it... who is the celestial mage of Lion Heart.” Well apparently the term for Natsumi’s magic was different, but it wasn’t relevant, the principals were more or less the same. “And she said as long as the key isn’t completely... gone... there is a high chance of Draco to heal in the celestial spirit world and come back... eventually...”

"Even with... the key like this...?" he didn't know much information about Celestial Spirit Magic but when a key is this damaged... wouldn't summoning it again be a risk? Wouldn't it break?

"Rogue-kun thought the same but according to Natsumi-kun, the keys can eventually heal as well, the same way the Spirit heals too... they only cannot heal when it's completely broken, yes." So there was still hope for Draco to come back... that was a relief at least...

Sighing the blond pushed aside the covers of the bed and sat up with the intention of getting off the bed. Immediately Lector went into danger mode and spread his wings to prevent Sting from doing so. "S-Sting-kun you can't get out of bed yet, you're still healing!"

"I need to get to Yukino, Lector... I can't leave her alone." The moment he put his bare feet on the floor and attempted to get up, a striking pain made him flinch and nearly lose his balance. He didn't fell for he reached with his hand for the bedside table and sustained his weight there, along with Lector who was already holding the back of his shirt.

"Get back to bed, Sting-kun!"

But he should know by now how the Dragon Slayer was more stubborn than a mule when he set his mind on something. "I am going to her, even if I have to jump on a foot to get there...!"

And that's exactly what he did, sustaining his balance on the good leg and pushing slightly up the injured one, Sting started jumping towards the door under Lector's panicked look. He successfully reached for the door's knob but right in that moment the very same one opened abruptly, causing the Dragon Slayer to lose his balance and fall flat on his butt.

"Ow ow! Damnit!"

"What is going on here...?" the familiar voice of his "twin brother" reached his ears, making Sting stop moaning in pain and look up at the black haired man.

Lector, the traitor, immediately answered Rogue. “Sting-kun wants to go see Yukino-kun, although I told him to stay in bed, yes.”If anyone could knock sense in his friend, after all, it was the shadow dragon slayer... and indeed Rogue was frowning now.

“I’m gonna help you to bed now, Sting, and this is final.”

“I won’t.” If it wasn’t for the dead serious look on his face, Sting’s tone could be only classified as childish. “I have to see Yukino. Now.”

Rogue’s eyes turned soft, but unrelenting. “She’s gonna be fine. Both Chana-san and the doctors say she will make a full recovery, we will just have to wait a bit and be patient.”

“I can’t be patient!” The blond’s voice was urgent, almost desperate. “How do you even expect that from me when it’s my fault she is in that state to begin with?!”

The look in the red eyes hardened and without answering him, Rogue walked over to his twin and put an arm beneath his, supporting him up despite all of the white dragon’s protests and carrying him over to the bed.

“Now you’re gonna listen to me.” He said, his tone so serious that it was almost scary. “It’s not your fault what happened, and if it wasn’t for Yukino, who is healing, it would be you we would be waiting for to wake up... or worse. So yes, you’re gonna stop complaining and yes, you will wait patiently.”

It wasn’t always that Sting was intimidated by his brother, but... he certainly was now. “Rogue...”

The shadow dragon slayer sighed. “I’ll go and see if they can arrange a wheelchair or something. But until then, don’t try anything stupid.” And with that, he was out.

#sting eucliffe #yukino aguria #stingyu #sabertooth #fairy tail #rogue cheney #unison raid #celestial light #starlight #my writing #roleplay #sting x yukino #stiyu #yuking #stikino

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mdelpin · 5 years

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This is another request sent in by @ceruleanshockwave , it once again turned out longer than I had anticipated. I hope you like it!

109: "Why are you naked?"

Gray walked home. He was tired, his solo mission had not at all gone the way he'd expected. He'd had a hard time finding the object his client had requested, not to mention that the woman had failed to say the object was cursed. Gray had to wait an additional week to get the curse removed, all in all, a job that was supposed to take one week had ended up taking a month.

A month away from Magnolia, from Fairy Tail and his insane guildmates. Usually, that would have been something to smile about, Gray loved all of his nakama, but sometimes the noise was just too much for him. Outside of his frequent brawls with Natsu, he tended to keep to himself. Solo jobs gave him some peace and quiet, recharged him to where he could tolerate and occasionally take part in the craziness. This time, however, being away for so long had been torture.

After months of false starts and misunderstandings, he and Natsu had finally gotten together. Both of them were very independent, and neither one of them had been in a proper relationship before so they were wholly unprepared for the needs that came with it. He sped up when he saw the first town marker that mentioned Magnolia, anxious to see his Dragon Slayer for the first time in a month.

Just thinking about Natsu was making Gray smile — those brilliant green eyes that were usually brimming with mischief, the smile that made Gray's heart skip a beat, that incredible body that Gray had only recently begun exploring intimately. It was late so he wouldn't be able to see Natsu until the following day, but as he walked home, he made plans, hoping that Natsu was not off on a job.

Gray entered his house only to be greeted by an unexpected sight, the house lights were on. He instantly became wary, dropping his bag on the floor and placing his fist on his open palm as he made his way up the stairs. He checked his bedroom first hoping that maybe Natsu was staying there waiting for his return, but it was sadly empty.

"Not so rough, asshole!" A familiar voice came from the bathroom, Gray hurried to see who Natsu was talking to.

"You weren't exactly gentle yourself, Natsu," Gray froze when he recognized his brother's voice. Natsu and Lyon? Those two couldn't stand each other. What the hell were they doing in his bathroom, and why did it sound so dirty?

Gray tried to calm down, this was his brother and his boyfriend, the two people that he trusted most in the world to not do anything to hurt him, well emotionally anyway.

"I can't believe this is happening," Natsu grumbled. Gray could hear his brother grunting with exertion, and he'd had enough.

He pushed the door in and wished he hadn't. Both Lyon and Natsu were standing in his bathtub completely naked, their clothes all over his bathroom floor while a bowl filled with some sort of solution lay on the floor next to the tub. Lyon was scrubbing Natsu's back roughly with a brush, hard enough that the skin looked raw. Lyon's body seemed much the same.

"What the hell is going on here?" Gray shouted, caught somewhere between betrayal and disbelief.

"Gray, I swear It's not what it looks like," Natsu looked horrified, and he hurried to assure him, Lyon at least had the decency to look embarrassed although he made no effort to cover himself.

"Oh yeah, why are you naked?" Gray yelled at both of them, and now that he had stepped into the bathroom he was assaulted by an ungodly smell.

"Are you done?" Natsu snapped at Lyon who shrugged and continued to scrub Natsu's back much to Gray's anger.

"Don't get mad at me Pinky, this was your idea," Lyon replied, his tone as irritatingly calm as always.

"Natsu?" Gray tried to express his objection to the situation, but the smell was overpowering. "What is that smell?" Gray was beginning to gag, so he backed out of the room only staying long enough to give an ultimatum, "I will wait for you downstairs, and if I don't like your explanation we're through."

Gray left without waiting for Natsu's response. He could hear the two of them arguing and decided to make some hot chocolate to calm himself. While waiting for the milk to warm up, he opened all the windows in his house to let some of the smell out. As upset as Gray was, he wanted to trust Natsu, he couldn't really believe that either of them would hurt him this way and even less with each other. So he waited for what felt like an agonizingly long time.

Both men came downstairs wearing nothing but towels, Natsu looking unhappy while Lyon mostly looked bored.

"What happened to your clothes?" Gray asked, seeing Natsu in that state was distracting, especially after just having seen him naked.

"I burnt them," Natsu explained before launching into an explanation, he looked scared and it made Gray feel a little bit better, "I swear it really isn't what it looked like. I would never hurt you like that. Hey, eyes up here." Gray blushed as he was caught ogling his boyfriend.

"I'll go get us some clothes from his room," Lyon went back upstairs returning fully clothed while handing a change of clothes to Natsu who quickly put them on. Lyon stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest watching as the drama unfolded.

"Now, explain to me why the two of you were bathing each other in my bathroom."

Natsu sighed, "You were gone for so long I wanted to do something nice for you, and I know how much it bothers you that Lyon and I don't get along, so I went to Lamia and asked him to go on a job with me."

"You and Lyon went on a job together?" Of all the things Gray had imagined as he waited, that was not even on the list, and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he imagined how that must have gone.

"What's so funny about that?" Natsu frowned seeming upset that his gesture was not being appreciated.

"Nothing, nothing" Gray chortled trying to ignore the glare he was getting from both mages, "Go on."

"It took some convincing, but he agreed," Natsu continued, "We were just supposed to beat up some Vulcans, but we were arguing the whole time, and we managed to startle a family of skunks."

"They all sprayed us," Natsu's nose immediately wrinkled at the memory and Gray could only imagine how terrible that must have been for his heightened sense of smell. "We tried to go back to the guild, but Mira wouldn't let us inside, she mixed us some solution and sent us away. My house was too far, so we came here. We figured it would go faster if we just did it together."

"I'm sorry you had to see that, but I swear to you nothing happened," Natsu reassured Gray, even though the ice mage no longer looked worried. He was too busy holding his sides as he doubled over, tears streaming out of his eyes as he imagined Lyon's reaction to being sprayed by a family of skunks.

Gray finally got control of himself, wiping the tears from his eyes and getting three mugs out for the hot cocoa. "Alright I believe you, that smell was pretty bad, I can understand you both wanting to get it off you as quickly as possible."

He poured the hot cocoa in the mugs and passed them out. They sat in tense silence drinking their cocoa until Lyon finally spoke up.

"I was wrong about him," He admitted to Gray, "Natsu cares about you a lot, I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time."

"Pinky, it was fun beating up Vulcans with you, but don't ever come get me for another job," Lyon said gruffly, "Next time, maybe just ask me for a drink?"

"Yeah," Natsu grinned sheepishly.

"I'm gonna go, I know you guys have a lot of catching up to do, and frankly I don't want to hear it."

Gray got up to show Lyon out when his brother leaned over and looking straight at Natsu whispered something in Gray's ear that made his entire face turn beet red and earned his brother a punch. Lyon only laughed, closing the door behind him.

"What was that about?" Natsu asked curiously.

"Come to the bedroom and find out!" Gray grinned as he raced up the stairs with Natsu right behind him. It had taken a month, but he was finally right where he wanted to be, with his Dragon Slayer by his side.

#fairy tail #gratsu #prompt request #ftlgbtales #ftlgbtales writer #ftlgbtfics #ftfanfics #natsu x gray #gray x natsu #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #ceruleanshockwave

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mint-yooxgi · 6 years

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[1] - Belonging - Wolf!Junmyeon X Reader

Wolf AU - Part of the EXO Trails of Moonlight Series

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Mature, Smut (In later chapters)

Pairing: Junmyeon X Reader

Words: 2,414

A/n: So I'm super excited to start this series and I hope you guys are too! I know I have a whole bunch of other stuff planned to write, but I promise that won't change. I hope you all can continue to support me and my writing, and I do really hope you all enjoy this series! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

Moving to a new town in a new, unfamiliar territory, is never a fun time for you, or your pack. Scouting out the area for weeks in advance, scarcely hunting while you’re in wolf form to try and divert unwanted attention away from your pack, but also only shifting once in a while to keep your scents low, and to avoid suspicion.

It’s no secret many supernatural beings walk the earth, living side by side, and doing their very best to pass as normal to the humans surrounding them. Wolves, witches, fairies, banshees, vampires, you name it, they’re here.

The biggest worrisome feature for new wolves moving into an already occupied territory, is that packs never truly know the boundaries of the existing territories unless they are shown. There are certain parts of an existing pack’s territory that may not have been traversed in years, to the point the scent has worn down. It’s hard to tell what has been claimed if a scent is not immediately obvious. That, and the fact that all new wolf packs to the area are to report to a communal meeting so nobody steps on another’s toes.

Unfortunately, your uncle doesn’t like to play by the rules.

“When can we go out for a run in our wolf forms?” Dani complains, frown clear on his face.

“We can’t all go out at once since we don’t know the terrain very well, but a few of us can go tonight,” your uncle explains. Before anyone can protest, he continues, “I’m choosing who’s going, and how many.”

“No fair! We all know you’re just going to pick (Y/n) again,” Yisung whines.

The sound of your name catches your attention, causing you to raise your head slightly from your position on the couch to look at the three males standing around the kitchen table. Your uncle turns his gaze towards Yisung.

“Well, I was going to suggest you and Giyeon go out tonight, that way the two of you could have some alone time away from the pack, but since you’re so inclined to assuming my choices, I’ll just go with who you thought I was going to pick,” your uncle states, turning to look at you. “Congratulations, (Y/n), you get to go on the first official run by yourself.”

Yisung lets out a low growl in discontent before turning around and storming out of the kitchen. Your eyes follow his movements until you can no longer see him. As soon as he’s gone, you roll your eyes.

“Max, I still can’t believe they accuse you of favouritism every time, just because we’re related,” you scoff. “How many times have you continuously proven them wrong, yet they still won’t drop the subject?”

“No kidding,” comes your uncle’s reply as Dani sulks out of the kitchen.

“I heard that!” Yisung yells from upstairs.

“No shit, you were supposed to!” You yell back, sitting up from your relaxed position on the couch. “Also doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’re werewolves!”

“That’s it!” You hear a thump, and quick feet heading back towards the stairs.

“That’s my cue to skidoo,” you jump up from the couch, and head towards the back door. “See you later.”

“Don’t go too far!” Your uncle warns as you rush past him.

You make it out the back door and down the back steps just as Yisung makes it downstairs. However, you’re too quick for him, shifting and running off into the woods as your uncle steps in front of Yisung to block his path and calm him down.

You can’t help but let out a small chuckle as you sprint through the woods. It’s been weeks since you’ve been allowed to run this freely. The wind rushing through your fur sends chills down your spine, feeling a grin pull at your lips.

You continue running straight for a little bit until you start picking up on another pack’s scent, opting to change directions before you can get too close, wanting to avoid them being able to pick up your scent, and chasing you back to your new pack house.

You slow down to a jog, trailing along the edges of the trees as you come to a little clearing, panting heavily. You don’t recognize any immediate threats, so you walk out of the trees and over to the small spring of water at the opposite end.

Dipping your front paw into the pool, you immediately recoil at its cold temperature. This still doesn’t stop you from having a drink to quench your thirst from running.

After you’re satisfied having drunk some of the fresh water, you turn around and sit on your hind legs, taking in your surroundings. You watch as a gentle breeze floats through the tops of the trees, their colourful leaves swaying back and forth with a few falling to the ground below. The signs of autumn are becoming more apparent everyday.

For the first time in weeks, you feel at peace.

With no one to bother you, or disturb your alone time, you allow yourself to relax. Laying down on the ground you rest your head on your front paws, tail twitching every now and then like a cat’s would. Your uncle always loves to mention how you seem more like a cat than a wolf at times, but it doesn’t bother you, you know he’s just teasing. However, if any other member of your pack says it, there’s hell to pay.

It’s no secret that over half of your pack doesn’t like you, and part of the reason is because you’re related to Max, your uncle and the alpha of the pack. No matter what you do, they will always accuse you of favouritism.

The other reason is because you’re not afraid to stand up to them. The previous female betas never stepped out of line or disobeyed any of the males. You’re not afraid to challenge them. Over the years, this has earned you a few scars from getting into fights with the other members of the pack, but you manage. You’re lucky you have your uncle, since sometimes when they gang up on you, you’re not sure if you could survive their attacks.

Your pack consists of four males, and two other females besides yourself. Your uncle, Max, the head alpha. Yisung, who makes it clear everyday he likes you the least out of everyone, and his mate Giyeon who is another female beta. Dani, who tries his best to take a neutral stance on everything. He’s probably the least problematic of your group, and the one who actually gets along with you. Well, besides your uncle.

Vivian is the other female beta in your pack, and she hates you one day, but then acts decent towards you the next. You still can’t get a read on her, but you’re pretty sure she doesn’t like you either. Her mate Woosin is another male who can’t stand you in the pack. Whether it’s because of you in general, or Vivian’s influence, you do not know.

You let out a sigh as you think of everything that has happened in the past year. You just hope to all hell you can start living your life soon, without having to be chased out of your home again, whether it be by another rival pack, or hunters.

The sound of a twig snapping close by causes you to jump to your feet, tensing as you let out a low threatening growl. You receive two back as two wolves step out from the trees, fangs barred.

Fuck, this is not good, you start to mentally scold yourself for being so careless.

You prepare for them to attack, waiting for one of them to pounce, but movement to your left catches your eye. You manage to jump back just in time to avoid the new set of claws that come lashing your way.

The three of them surround you, backing you up to the edge of the water, leaving you with nowhere to go. Not wanting to start a fight without knowing you have backup on the way, you do the only logical thing you can at the moment. You howl.

Back at your house, your pack-mates hear your call. Your uncle, Dani, and Yisung all sprint out of the house, and in your direction, shifting as fast as they can. Most of them may not be able to stand you, but if they didn’t answer your call for help, your uncle would skin them alive, and use their pelts as blankets.

Meanwhile, the pack these three wolves are apart of also hear your howl. A few of them prepare to run out of their own house to help their own pack-mates who went to check the perimeters, but before anyone can head out the door, a voice stops them.

“I’ll go,” Junmyeon states. “I can handle this.”

Before anyone can protest, he’s already out the door, jumping off the porch, and shifting in midair. He bounds across the field and into the woods, many thoughts flying through his head at once. However, one thought keeps repeating itself over and over again.

Mate.

It shouldn’t be possible. It can’t be you, can it? He’s waited all his life to find you, searched all his life for you, yet when he’s least expecting it, the universe reveals you to him.

He can’t explain it, but ever since he heard that howl, his whole body felt like it came alive. Almost as if little jolts of electricity are coursing through his veins. The overwhelming need to protect you from his own pack is the first thing he feels. He needs to get to you, to make sure you’re real, that what he’s feeling is real, and not just some sick trick of nature.

He makes it to the little clearing in record time, slowing down just before he breaks the tree line to assess the situation. He can clearly see Chanyeol, Minseok, and Kyungsoo fighting off what looks like three members of your pack as you prepare to strike from behind.

There you are, in the midst of battle, and Junmyeon can feel his heart skip a beat in his chest, the electrifying feeling he felt earlier multiplying tenfold. However, it doesn’t hurt him. In fact, it feels more pleasant than anything, sending warmth throughout his entire body.

Your fur is the most brilliant shade of golden brown he’s ever seen, almost as if it was made to compliment his own dark brown coat. You look like everything he could have ever imagined his mate to look like, and more. Actually, you look even better than anything he could have ever imagined.

He takes a deep breath and recognizes the scents of his pack mates, as well as the three unfamiliar wolves. One scent in particular stands out to him, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelt. Hazelnut and caramel drifts through his nostrils, and he knows it’s you. Wolves’ mates smell like each other’s favourite scents, and those are his.

Just before you can strike, Junmyeon decides to make his presence known. A warning growl escapes his lips as he steps out of the woods. Immediately, his pack mates back off, moving to stand behind him in a line.

Who Junmyeon assumes is the alpha of your pack steps forward, the three of you coming to stand behind the grey wolf in front. Junmyeon cannot help but keep glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, and he can tell you are too. He puffs out his chest a little bit, wanting to impress you for your first time meeting him, your first time seeing him.

Are you the alpha? Junmyeon questions.

I am, comes the reply from the grey wolf. We’re new to the area, and haven’t been able to figure out all the territories yet. I apologize for my niece’s intrusion on your land, she can get a bit… adventurous.

You let out a low warning growl at your uncle’s words, and he turns around to glare at you, successfully silencing you.

Junmyeon just chuckles in response, it’s alright, just make sure your pack comes to the next town meeting regarding new packs and established territories. It’s this Friday at the atrium, I wouldn’t miss it if I were you.

Wouldn’t plan on it, your uncle replies. I apologize once more. We’ll be on our way then.

With a final nod of his head, your uncle turns around and leads the three of you back to your pack house. Junmyeon watches as your wolf retreats further and further away, his tail swishing behind him in discontent. He lets out an involuntary growl, as just before you completely disappear from his sight, he sees one of the other male wolves from your pack ram into your side, causing you to let out a small yelp.

Junmyeon! What the fuck was that all about? Minseok questions, coming around to stand in front of his alpha and successfully pulling him out of his thoughts.

I don’t know, you tell me, Junmyeon rounds on him, anger spiking more than usual at the thought of any one of his pack members harming his mate. You know we have a set rule not to attack new wolves right away. Speaking of which, why did you all choose to attack her?

She smelt of unfamiliar wolves, plus we thought she was sleeping when we first found her. She growled at us first, Chanyeol explains as they all begin to walk back to their place.

He’s right, we thought she was going to attack first, so we countered before she got the chance, Kyungsoo adds.

I still don’t like it, Junmyeon says, letting out a huff of air. Hopefully something like this doesn’t happen again.

With that being said, no one else says anything for the rest of the journey back to their place. However, Junmyeon’s mind can’t help but to wander back to you. When will he see you again? Did you feel the same way about him when you saw him as he does for you? Do you feel the pull?

He shakes his head slightly, clearing his thoughts. All he does know, is that he will see you again, and if fate won’t make it happen, he sure as hell will.

#part of the exo trails of moonlight series #wolf exo #exo wolf au #exo werewolf au #exo au #au #kpop #Kpop au #kpop scenario #exo scenario #Kim Junmyeon #junmyeon scenario #suho #suho scenario #wolf au

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oyesmendes · 6 years

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there’s no way - 2

a/n: sorry if this hurts aaaand i brought the gif back JAHAHH

summary: when the world of a small town rockstar and global sensation meet, will they fall in love? or will the universe only fight for those meant to be?

read part one here

It had been a couple of days since the confrontation, or confession as most people would like to put it, and Haley’s been avoiding Shawn at every opportunity. She dodged him in the hallways, before and after shows and skipped nights spent in his bus for more time spent alone in her quiet bus. Shawn was dying to grab a hold of her, but she was really easy to miss in her 5’4 size. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how sorry he was for being so impulsive and it was killing him every second he kept those words in. So he decided that tonight was it. They were performing at the Forum in LA tonight, and Shawn was determined to speak to her to clear the air between them.

“Hey Andrew, do you know if Haley’s schedule is packed before the show?”

“Um I think she has one interview before, but her schedule is cleared after. What’s up man?” Andrew replied. Shawn gave him a nod of his head and sped down the hallway to her dressing room. He knocked lightly, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Shawn expected her to run away, scream, shout or do whatever she has been doing the past couple of weeks to shake him off her tail, but instead he was met with her laying on the couch, eyes glued to her laptop and totally unaware of his presence. He didn’t want to admit to it but she looked beautiful; her hair down to her shoulders, and she was dressed in a simple t-shirt with shorts - her go to outfit for stage which made fans fall in love with her even more. Her simple style yet complex mind intrigued many, and that’s how she won the heart of the people, not to mention shawn’s heart too. Seeing that he hadn’t grabbed her attention, Shawn let out a small cough which sent her shooting straight up to her feet.

“Didn’t mean to scare you there, sorry” Shawn laughed, watching as she sat her laptop down on the table.

“Oh uh, yea hey Shawn” Haley stammered slightly, nervous at the thought of even speaking to the boy who she was hopelessly in love with.

“Can we talk?” shawn asked, tilting his head to the side to meet her eyes. Haley looked up to him, for a moment, “um, later? I don’t want to think about too much before the show” she sent him a small smile and Shawn nodded slowly.

“Okay, meet me in my dressing room and we can hang after the show?” Haley nodded hesitantly before Shawn left, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. This was going to be a long night.

“That crowd was so amazing!” Haley shouted over the music as Shawn got off stage. She stood backstage peeking with the rest of her band and the venue was buzzing tonight. Fans were signing along to every word so loudly that it was hard to even hear the music. As she was about to take her leave, her manager, Emma, came over to speak to her.

“You’ve got a guest waiting for you in your dressing room” Haley raised her brows as she followed Emma to the dressing room. She wondered who it could be. did she invite anyone to the show tonight and forgot about it? Or was it Shawn pulling some kind of stunt on her? Her curiosity was satisfied when she opened the door to reveal a tall, tan figure dressed in a classic navy blue suit. She knew instantly who it was.

“AUSTIN MICHAELS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” She screamed as he held her in his arms.

“Well, you gave me tickets to this show and I could use a pick me up by my best friend on a Friday night” he replied her, hands squeezing her shoulders as he spoke. He looked intently into his eyes before breaking contact.

“You could’ve told me you were here, we could’ve hung out and all!”

“I’m here now aren’t I?” He hugged her once again, the familiar warmth filling both of their bodies.

“Hales I thought you were going to- woah sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt” Shawn stumbled back a little from the scene.

“Hey no its okay Shawn, this is my best friend Austin. Austin Shawn, Shawn Austin” Haley introduced them to one another and they exchanged greetings, a slight tension filling the air when Shawn’s eyes landed on Austin’s hand placed right at the small of her back.

“I’ll um- leave you two to catch up. Text me later?” Shawn asked as he made his leave. Haley only nodded, being too pre occupied with her friend. The pair talked like old times, laughing over the stupidest things.

“Wait wait before we go on, where’s Amanda? Did you not take her with you?” Haley asked, and Austin looked down to the ground. He took in a deep breath, rubbing his palms together.

“I-i broke up with her weeks ago” was all he managed as his voice shook.

“I’m so sorry, Aus” she placed her hand on his, rubbing small circles on the back of his hand. Austin gave her a weak smile, shaking his head.

“It wasn’t meant to be anyway, should’ve known when you told me” Haley frowned when he said this. She knew it from the start that they weren’t going to make it. That the materialistic, whiny bitch was about to give her best friend hell but she didn’t get why he was mentioning it now. Two years since that day, probably one of the worst days of their lives.

“i’m telling you she’s no good for you Austin! why won’t you listen to me?” Haley shouted, watching as Austin paced the room.

“because i love her, and nothing anyone says is going to change it! what makes you so worked up about it anyway? i’m your best friend, you should be happy!” he gritted his teeth, staring straight at the girl he called his best friend.

“maybe because i’m in love with you and i see that she’s not right for you!” Haley regretted it almost immediately, shaking her head as she sunk down into the couch. He was shocked, shocked that his best friend of 12 years was in love with him. but it didn’t matter now, now he had Amanda and that was the only thing he planned to focus on.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry i hurt you. but i love her, only her”

Silence filled the room as they sat, the only thing that was heard was the soft ticking from the wall clock.

“Ibrokeupwithherbecauseiloveyou”

“What did you say?” Haley asked when Austin mumbled out from under his breath, the string of words he had been holding back. Truth is, haley heard it all, every single word was as clear as day to her. But what she couldn’t believe was why and how. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that her childhood best friend, her very first crush that rejected her was now coming back to her after he broke up with his supposed ‘love of his life’. It all seemed like a very twisted fairy tale.

“I’m in love with you” it was nothing more than a whisper this time, but she heard it again, and it made her stand up from her seat. It made her anxious, that not only was her previous crush in love with her, she had Shawn Mendes down the hallway potentially wanting to be “more than friends”.

“I-i.. I- what?” that was all she could formulate in that moment. Austin was now on his feet too, inching towards her to grab her hand. Haley moved back quickly, her hips colliding with the dresser.

“No no don’t tell me or touch me. What the hell made you say that? 2 years after I told you, finally moving on and accepting your bitchass girlfriend. You come up and tell me you broke up with her because you love me?! Who do you think I am? I’m not your rebound, Aus, if you didn’t know im also human!” she was now full on yelling, and Shawn could hear her from the hallway as he spoke to the guitar techs. He made his way closer to the door, trying to get a hold of the conversation.

“I love you, Haley! I only ever loved you! What I had with Amanda was nothing, it didn’t mean anything at all, I only love you and I was stupid to let you go. I might have kept a friend, a best friend, but in that moment i lost the love of my life. I want her back.” He had tears streaming down his face now, desperation oozing out from his heart. Austin came here to get his girl back, but right now it seems like he was losing her all at once.

“I-i,ve got to leave” she swung open the door to reveal Shawn right in front of it, leaning against the wall behind him. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she gave Shawn a cold hard stare, storming off to one of the empty rooms in the arena. He followed silently behind as they entered a smaller room use to hold their instruments. Haley was sat in a corner, breathing hard as she tried to suppress her cries and Shawn stood in the other corner, having no idea what to do with this situation. He knew that she obviously had feelings for him, and he most probably had nothing to worry about but after what he heard between her and Austin, Shawn wasn’t too sure of it anymore.

After what seemed like hours, Haley finally spoke up, “I’m sorry, I can’t do whatever talk you want to have with me right now, Shawn. I’m sorry” he shook his head, hands folded in front of him as he watched her. Shawn wanted so bad to touch her, hug her and tell her that it was alright, yet in the heat of the moment, he could only think of himself. He ignored her words, only to blurt out the world’s worst timed question,

“What about me?”

Haley squinted her eyes at him, and she couldn’t believe what he had just said. Shawn repeated himself once more, causing Haley to scoff,

“You know this world doesn’t revolve around you right?”

“Well, neither does it revolve around you.” Shawn said flatly, and Haley let out a laugh, she couldn’t believe her ears.

“All you care about in this moment is yourself, and how you’re going to fuck me every single night? I thought better of you, Shawn.” Anger was boiling inside of Haley, and she hated this Shawn. He was being completely unreasonable and self-centred in the moment, that she couldnt even recognise him.

“I just want to know if I’m even worth something to you, if we’re worth the fight” his voice was almost inaudible but haley managed to catch his words in time. She shook her head, tears starting to choke her,

“If I meant more than one of your fuck girls, you wouldn’t need to question if we’re worth a fight.”

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes oneshot #theres no way

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starfish-sims · 5 years

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GET TO KNOW ME TAG

Rules: Post a picture of your simself with your traits and answer the questions!

I saw others do this and thought it was a cool idea! Granted, my husband said that something about my Sim Self’s face wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t tell me what, so for now, she’ll have to do!

I tag anyone who wants to try this! :-D

1. What is your full name: Michelle P.D.

2. What’s your nickname: Michi (my chosen name in Japanese) or Seb (my former gamertag)

3. Birthday: 22nd of July, 1993.

4. What is your favorite book series? The Ranger’s Apprentice!! It is my comfort food book series.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? I definitely believe in aliens. I believe it conceited to think that we’re the only intelligent life the universe could come up with. Ghosts, I’m not so sure...

6. Who is your favorite author? John Flanagan (writer of the Ranger’s Apprentice-series.)

7. What is your favorite radio station? I don’t listen to radio, but I am a radio host at my grandmother’s radio station, so I’ll pick that one, lol.

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Coconut – I have a coconut moisturizing cream. It’s delish.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Awesome or Great? I’m boring like that, lol. In Japanese, I really like using 最高 (saikou).

10. What is your current favorite song? Power of Dream by LOL (the newest opening of Fairy Tail).

11. What is your favorite word? ‘Phantasmagoria’ for English’, ‘きっかけ’ for Japanese. (kikkakke)

12. What was the last song you listened to? Not sure... Definitely a K-pop song, but I was listening to the playlist while driving, so I stopped listening for the individual songs at some point, lol.

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Doctor Who or Haikyuu!!

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? I don’t watch movies... Except Marvel movies, in which case, I’d choose Doctor Strange, but that’s just because it’s my favourite.

15. Do you play video games? Yes!! SO MANY VIDEO GAMES!! My favorite genres are JRPGs, and my favorite video game series are Mass Effect and the Atelier-franchise.

16. What is your biggest fear? Living life without anyone thinking they’re happy I’m here.

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? My honesty. I’m honest to a fault, something which my family often complains about, but I’d like to think it’s one of my better qualities. (Fun event; when my sister and I were little, we went to buy candy at the local mart. My sister put huge marshmallow dolphins into a bag. They’re about 30 cent a piece, but the shopkeep weighed them like normal candy, so she got all three of them for like 45 cent or something. I was livid, and kept bugging her to go back and pay full price, lol.)

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? My inability to cope with criticism. I don’t get particularly defensive, most of the time, because I know that criticism is someone’s way of telling me that something needs to be improved. What I do find difficult, however, is keeping in mind that the criticism isn’t directed at my person, but at the piece of work I am performing.

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? CATS. I AM SO SAD. MY HUSBAND IS ALLERGIC. THERE’S A VOID IN MY LIFE.

20. What is your favorite season? Early spring.

21. Are you in a relationship? Yes. (see question 19)

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? My cat, Kit. I found her as a kitten when I was 12 years old, and she died from cancer when I started University.

23. Who is your best friend? My childhood friend, Simone.

24. What is your eye color? Blue-ish Gray, I think.

25. What is your hair color? We call it liver paste in Denmark, lol. In Japan, it’s blonde.

26. Who is someone you love? My husband, my best friend and my biological younger siblings.

27. Who is someone you trust? (I read this as someone you can tell anything and everything) My husband and my best friend.

28. Who is someone you think about often? My mother and my grandmother. They don’t talk to each other, and I often worry about them, hoping they can patch it up before my grandparents are gone...

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? Oh yes! I am going on my second internship at the end of January! I can’t wait. (Also, the release of Nelke and the Legendary Alchemists in March <3 )

30. What is your biggest obsession? Writing stories. I am really bad at it, though. #Writer’sBlocks

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Winx Club, lol. I still like it a lot.

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? My husband.

33. Are you superstitious? I don’t believe I am, no.

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? Cygnophobia, a fear of swans. When I was three years old, me, my grandmother and my baby sister (who was 1 at the time) were chased through the local park by a swan. It was nesting season. I don’t remember it, but I’ve always been terrified of the bird.

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Behind it – I hate my smile/teeth.

36. What is your favorite hobby? Writing stories and playing video games.

37. What was the last book you read? School books – probably ‘The Bible, the Torah and the Quran’.

38. What was the last movie you watched? Fantastic Beasts – the Crimes of Grindelwald.

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? None, but I used to play the Organ.

40. What is your favorite animal? Cats or Snakes.

41. What are your top 5 favorite tumblr blogs that you follow? @goneril-capp, @racingllama, @calisimgirl, @gerbits and @storylegacysims.

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Teleportation. As a commuter, travel times are killer.

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? When I’m alone at home.

44. What makes you smile? Working with children, and rewatching my favorite episodes of TV series.

45. What sports do you play, if any? None. I really like to swim though.

46. What is your favorite drink? Coconut Lemonade or Pinã Colada.

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? Last week? I use pen and notebook in school, so I often write small notes to my classmates.

48. Are you afraid of heights? If I can look straight down, then yes. I don’t mind standing on a balcony and looking out over a city, but rides that throw you straight down, or looking down from a window terrifies me.

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? When someone leaves the TV on while doing something else -___- IT’S SO ANNOYING. If you watch TV, you watch TV, you don’t run around the house doing other stuff. Using the TV for music is fine, but leaving on a the TV and going back and forth between that and something else is so annoying to me.

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Once or twice. I went to a WINNER concert when I was in Japan. It was an amazing experience!

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? Nope.

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? An archaeologist or astronaut.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? I’m not sure if it counts, but I’d love to live in the world of Doctor Who. It’s basically just our world but with a time traveling alien jumping around saving the world on a frequent basis.

54. What is something you worry about? Economy. All the time.

55. Are you scared of the dark? Not particularly.

56. Do you like to sing? I love it!

57. Have you ever skipped school? I skipped every Sports Day in grade school, and I’ve skipped school a couple of times when some new video games I really wanted came out.

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? Japan, definitely.

59. Where would you like to live? Denmark, for economical and cultural reasons.

60. Do you have any pets? No. I REALLY WANT A CAT. But once my husband and I move into a house in a few years’ time, we’ve agreed to get dogs.

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Definitely a night owl. There’s (almost) nothing I hate more than waking up early.

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunsets.

63. Do you know how to drive? No. I don’t trust myself nearly enough to drive a car responsibly, so I’ll leave that to my husband.

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Headphones.

65. Have you ever had braces? No... But now that I’m older, I wish I had.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? Kpop all day, every day. And if that fails, then Jazz.

67. Who is your hero? Hmm... Fictional or Real? If Fictional, then the Doctor. If not, then Stephen Fry, which is basically the same thing, really, lol.

68. Do you read comic books? Occasionally.

69. What makes you the most angry? Racists, Xenophobes, Homophobes and generally, people who live in their own little piece of the world and believes that that is how everyone should live.

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? Electronic Device. I’m very forgetful, so I always end up placing real books somewhere I’ll never find them again.

71. What is your favorite subject in school? Currently? English or History. Among all the subjects I’ve ever had? Japanese Conversation Classes.

72. Do you have any siblings? I have two biological, one half, four step and one adopted.

73. What was the last thing you bought? A bottle of Marzipan shots. Delicious.

74. How tall are you? 169 centimeters.

75. Can you cook? HA! I can burn water.

76. What are three things that you love? Smoothies, Dreams and my Duvet.

77. What are three things that you hate? Racists, Politicians and Parmesan Cheese.

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Equal, I think? Maybe slightly more male?

79. What is your sexual orientation? Heterosexual.

80. Where do you currently live? Randers, Denmark.

81. Who was the last person you texted? My husband.

82. When was the last time you cried? Two days ago.

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? Plenty of different ones: Outside Xbox, Outside Xtra, TearofGrace, ChristopherOdd, SimSupply and Simlicy are my current tops.

84. Do you like to take selfies? Absolutely not.

85. What is your favorite app? Tumblr or Otome Amino.

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? I have no relationship with the man who donated the sperm that eventually became me. My relationship with my mom and my dad (her new husband) is great, although a bit rocky at times because of my intense honesty, lol.

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? … I don’t like accents, lol. I like dialects a lot! I like the Southern dialect of American English, and the Kansai dialect of Japanese.

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? The Valley of Kings in Egypt and China.

89. What is your favorite number? 7.

90. Can you juggle? Lol, nope.

91. Are you religious? I believe there is something we can’t explain or see or fathom, but I don’t particularly care about what it is, and I don’t buy into any of the current world religions. I find religions hella fascinating though!

92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? Outer Space. I’m afraid of the deep ocean, lol.

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? Not even close.

94. Are you allergic to anything? No.

95. Can you curl your tongue? Don’t know what this means, lol.

96. Can you wiggle your ears? That I cannot.

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? Depends. I don’t like admitting I was wrong when arguing with my baby brother, but with everyone else, I usually fess up once I’ve calmed down a bit.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? The beach.

99. What is your favourite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? I don’t think I was given the advice rather than figuring out for myself that that was how I wanted to live my life, but John Barrowman once said something that really struck a chord with me: “Never apologize for being nerdy, because unnerdy people never apologize for being assholes.”

100. Are you a good liar? I suppose I’m good at white lies? But I never think they’re lies, lol. It’s like, my husband will ask ‘did you do the dishes’, and I’ll instinctively answer ‘yes’ because I thought I did it, and then I’ll realize I’m not done yet, and I’ll rectify myself.

101. What is your hogwarts house? Hufflepuff Forever!!

102. Do you talk to yourself? In a manner of speaking. If I’m alone, I like to walk around and talk out stories I’m planning like I’m in a play. Like, I’ll imagine I’m in a part of the story I haven’t planned yet, and then talk out what the characters are saying to see if I can get the story to move forward.

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Hmm... Don’t know?? I used to be an extreme introvert, but when I started University I decided that I wanted to talk more with my classmates, and now I’m sort of in the middle, I think??

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? Nope. Used to though.

105. Do you believe in second chances? Absolutely.

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Find the owner – if that doesn’t work, hand it in at the police station.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? Definitely.

108. Are you ticklish? Very much so. My husband likes to cuddle, but I frequently push him away, because his cuddles tickle me... It’s a struggle.

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yes, close to ten times, I think.

110. Do you have any piercings? Just my ears.

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? The Doctor. I myself hate humanity at the best of times, so watching a timeless alien who sees the best in our race despite all of our failings is very inspiring.

112. Do you have any tattoos? Yes, I have a sibling tattoo with my two biological siblings. It’s three arrows over cross, that point to each of our birth years.

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Getting interested in Anime back when I was 12 years old, I think. It led to me meeting my best friend at the age of 14, learning one of the coolest languages in the world, meeting my husband, going on exchange to Kobe for the best four months of my life and making tons of friends I’d never have met otherwise.

114. Do you believe in karma? Yes.

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Nope, my vision is perfect for the moment.

116. Do you want children? Absolutely, and as soon as possible too.

117. Who is the smartest person you know? Depends on the subject matter? We’re all pretty smart with our own things, I believe. I’m the best in my class when it comes to Grammar, for instance, while the others are great at other parts of our classes.

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? Getting my first scooter at the age of 16 and driving straight into the side of car after leaving the dealer’s. I’ve never ridden another automatic vehicle since then.

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Oh yes, so many times.

120. What color are most of you clothes? Greys and blacks.

121. Do you like adventures? Reading about them? Definitely. Going on them? Nope.

122. Have you ever been on TV? Yes. Me and a classmate of mine were interviewed in high school because we were two of the first students to take Chinese as an elective subject at the school.

123. How old are you? 25 years old.

124. What is your favorite quote? “Courage isn't just a matter of not being frightened, you know. It's being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway” – the Third Doctor, “Planet of the Daleks”, 1973.

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? SWEET. I have such a sweet tooth, half of it would be enough.

#non sims #get to know me #simself

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prongsno · 6 years

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I’ll just slip into the moonlight (and catch a trail of stardust in your eyes)

JILY CHALLENGE | @prongsno vs @petalstofish disney + "but i would be so much happier with just you, i dont need the title or your money - though the elephant is pretty cool i must say" aladdin au read on AO3, wc: 8588, chapter 1 of 2

Lily Evans was not a thief, she only stole what she couldn’t afford. And she only took things that people wouldn’t generally miss.

One loaf of bread here, a tomato or apple there. With a simple and quick distraction, caused by Mary MacDonald - who was always one for the dramatics, Lily would be able to slip something up her sleeve unnoticed in less than seven seconds.

Mary was currently scavenging around the area for bits of scraps, hoping to find a few things to sell for the next day, which meant it was Lily’s turn to go through the markets, alone.

She loved to walk through the market streets in the mornings. The sweet scent of bread rose through the stalls and danced around in the wind. The spices, mixed with lemon and jasmine always managed to set her senses on fire. The market never slept, it was always full of life - no matter the time of day. But in the mornings, with the air a little cooler and the sun slowly rising in the pale blue sky, it felt as if there was magic all around her.

“No dawdling!” yells the apple vendor, ushering past her as he tends to a customer. He barges past rudely, knocking her into the table that’s to her left.

Lily scowls and, when she’s sure the vendor isn’t watching, slides an apple down her sleeve.

It’s then that something glimmers, and she stops dead in her tracks. It glows again, catching the light of the bronze pots in the sun, shining so bright she has to shield her eyes with her hand.

For a second she thinks it’s a trap, someone must have caught her stealing and now they’re ready to catch her. But the markets buzz by in the usual morning rush, nobody else seems to notice her. Everyone is oblivious around her, undeterred by the bright light that had blinded her for a second.

She scrambles through the crowds as calmly as she can, keeping her eyes set on the furthest corner. She comes across a pile of broken junk; smashed pots and bowls, bent utensils and old children toys. But then she sees it - a small golden lamp, hidden away underneath a wooden train with one wheel and a flat teddy bear with no stuffing.

She gasps, pulling the lamp out of the pile as quickly and quietly as she can. It doesn’t seem broken - in fact it looks brand new. It’s so polished, she can make out her grubby face in the reflection, down to the soot mixed with grime that clings horribly to her hair. Around the edges lies an intricate pattern of delicate flowers, trailing along a path of thorns.

The more she stares, the more convinced she is that some of the flowers are moving, the petals breaking off the stems and falling down the lamp before they vanish in a puff.

She blinks, her fingers shaking as she brings the strange object closer to her face.

A crash in the marketplace, followed by the sound of smashed glass, makes her jump up. The lamp, all of a sudden, feels hot and heavy in her hands. She doesn’t know what on earth she has just found, but there’s no way she’s ready to part with such a unique item yet.

She slides it into her cloak, hugging it safely to her chest with her free arm. Then, with a slow and steady breath, she hurries back into the crowd. She gets the feeling that someone is watching her, her skin tingles and heart bangs anxiously against her chest. She lowers her head and keeps her eyes on the floor, careful not to draw herself too much attention.

It’s when she turns a corner that she realises someone is following her.

They’ve been tailing her for a while; she had first noticed the heavy footing not five minutes ago, but had quickly dismissed it as the crowds were still heaving with people. But they’re definitely following now, of that she’s certain. She quickens her pace and turns left instantly, hurrying down the busy street that’s full of the vendors selling hot foods.

Her body aches for her to stop but she rushes on, her legs burning. The food smells delicious - hot oats mixed with maples, pumpkins and chestnuts cooked in sweet saffron and sliced mangoes, served with hot coconut milk. It feels like she hasn’t eaten in months, and the markets make her dizzy with hunger.

A hand grabs her by the shoulder and, before she can manage a scream, pulls her into a quiet alleyway.

She notices her kidnapper in an instant - an old man with a long, white beard stares at her in amusement.

“Dumbledore?” Lily gasps. “How did you find me?”

The man brings a finger to his lips, and she finds herself holding her breath as he watches the crowds pass by suspiciously.

He eventually returns back to her side, but he keeps his voice hushed to an unnerving whisper.

“They can smell him.” His voice sends a shiver down her spine. “People from all over will be able to sense him - anywhere you go.” He speaks urgently and he continuously glances behind them. “You found him, didn’t you?”

Around them, the market stalls are loud with laughter and aimless chatter, and Lily has the horrible feeling something isn’t right. Dumbledore wasn’t the one following her at all.

Her hand shakes against the strange lamp, still hidden underneath her cloak.

“No,” she stammers. “I didn’t find anyone.”

He knows she’s not telling the truth - and she knows it. The way his eyes twinkle, a little too knowing, and his smile, that forces her to look anywhere but him.

“Curiosity,” the old man says, “is not necessarily a bad thing.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold coin, it shimmers in the sunlight for a second before he places it into her hand. “But you have to be careful.”

It warms instantly in her hand, and feels unusually heavy for such a small thing.

“I can’t take this,” Lily gasps, shaking her head. “We didn’t trade. I don’t have anything to give you-”

“Next time, Miss Evans.” Dumbledore says with a small smile. “I think you’ll be needing it more than me.”

A child laughs in the distance and Dumbledore looks up in a hurry.

“Did anyone see you?”

She shakes her head.

“Were you followed?”

Her heart skips a beat. “I…” She swallows, her throat burning. “Maybe? I don’t know.”

The old man seems disturbed and shakes his head, muttering quietly to himself.

“Dumbledore, what’s going on?”

“You can’t trust anyone! Not with what you just found, you have to keep it secret. Everyone will have heard it."

She opens her mouth, ready to ask what he means, when he hurries away down the alleyway - lost in the crowd in seconds.

The lamp feels heavier than ever, and it burns her hand as she takes it out of her cloak. It looks bigger, the flowers much larger than she noticed before. Something tickles in the atmosphere, a strange buzz. Her ears tingle and she blinks, unfocused.

It’s like the lamp is speaking to her. Whispering her name through the soft hum of the wind. Her hand shakes, but she inches her fingers forwards and hesitantly rubs her thumb against the trail of thorns and flowers.

Then the lamp glows, brighter and brighter and brighter until it’s so bright that she drops it in surprise, shielding her eyes.

Then she notices two things. The first is that she’s in an unfamiliar room. And the second, is that she’s not alone.

Before she can manage a scream, the stranger beats her to it. But he doesn’t scream out of fear, it’s excitement.

“I never thought I’d see the light of day again!” The stranger exhales, bending his knuckles and rolling his shoulders back. Bones and joints click and crack, like the strange boy has never moved before.

Lily stares, shocked. The boy looks to be around her age but he walks with his back hunched, like he needs a stick to lean on. Like he’s not stood straight in a long, long time. He stretches his back and, when there’s a click, finally straightens.

There are so many questions buzzing about in her head, her brain feels fuzzy. The world tilts around her, her head swaying as she tries to focus.

“Sorry about that,” the boy twitches his nose. “I forget sometimes that not everyone can apparate. I mean, jump from place to place.” He scratches his chin and gives her a funny sort of look. “We were being followed.”

It takes her a moment to notice the small bangle that’s wrapped around the boy’s left wrist. It’s the same deep gold colour as the lamp that lies by her feet. She picks it up, noticing how light it feels.

“Dumbledore,” she stammers, not letting the boy leave her sight. “He was talking about… he was talking about you, wasn’t he?”

The boy lets out a half shrug, surprisingly casual and complacent given the strange circumstances.

“What are you?” she asks. “Some sort of genie? A fairy?”

He laughs at that. “I’m a wizard, actually.” He clicks his fingers and the room is suddenly bright with candle light. “I never did like that name - genie. Wizard is more, well, fitting for me.”

“Is there a difference?”

“A wizard can do magic and a genie grants wishes. And I can do both.”

“Is that even possible?”

He nods his head and a flower shoots up from the ground, instantly blooming in front of her. “Anything is possible.”

He reaches out his hand and, now that she’s closer to him, she notices the strange bangle looks more like a handcuff. “I’m Sirius. Your personal wish granting wizard. For a limited time, anyways.”

“Lily. Nice to meet you.” His fingers are terribly callused, rough and hard against her own.

“Now, to business,” he says, bringing back his hands as he claps once.

Her clothes, once tattered and frayed, are now decorated with fine stitches and embroidery. Beautiful satin and lace, mixed with soft cotton. She feels like an empress.

“Do you have any wishes?” He leans back, suddenly sitting on a comfy looking armchair. With his legs crossed and his arms folded, he looks like he’s interviewing her for some kind of job. “Three, in fact. I never understood the meaning of three. But three it is.”

“You’re pulling my leg, right?”

He’s silent for a second, then his eyes wander to her feet. “I can assure you - I am not.” He waves his hand in her face, and she swats it away with a small laugh.

“You seriously grant wishes?”

“Well,” he shrugs. “There’s a bit more to it than that - there are a few terms and conditions. But I won’t bore you with the details.”

She wonders if that’s why he ended up in a strange golden lamp, but the boy seems too delighted and she can’t bare to ruin his mood with such a morbid question.

“Anything?”

“Within reason, I guess. What about gold? Wealth beyond imagination?” He turns into a banker, putting an enormous amount of cold coins on a tiny weighing scale that tips up at the immense weight.

“That’s very kind of you but-”

Sirius snaps his fingers, the money scale vanishing and in its place lies a castle in clouds. “Your own kingdom, perhaps?”

“Not really-”

Now there’s a small child with red hair, looking upset as she looks around the room. Lily feels her heart tighten, a strangled breath escaping from her burning lungs.

“What about a friend? You seem awfully lonely.”

“I have friends,” she replies, a little sharper than she intends. The girl looks up and vanishes in an instant.

“Okay,” she bites her lip, refusing to meet Sirius’s gaze. “I have a friend. But that doesn’t matter - we stick together. She’s like a sister.” Lily breathes in, scratching her nose. “Closer than a sister, in fact.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sirius apologises with a small shrug. “But I’m glad. It’s always nice to have someone you trust. I forgot what that was like.” He’s silent as he scratches his chin. “Keep your wishes for now. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

A bang from outside makes them both jump and Sirius runs to the window, looking out of it cautiously.

“Dumbledore said you were smelly.”

“I could probably do with a bath.” He laughs again as he turns back to her. “But that isn’t quite what he meant.”

“People can smell you ,” she says. “Smell your magic?”

He nods. “Y’know, some folk devote their entire lives to finding a genie. The idea of having that much power, it drives people nuts.” Sirius lets out a shudder, and Lily’s skin tingles. She can’t even imagine what it must have been like for him. “Let’s just say, there’s a pretty big price practically tattooed to my forehead.”

“So whoever it is… they know what you can do?”

“And what you can do. You have the key, right?”

Lily shakes her head. “I don’t have anything.”

Sirius flexes his hands and does a strange movement - like the twirling of his wrist, a flick once to the left. A red satin fez, vibrant and as bold as the sun, sits upon his head and his feet, which only a few seconds ago were bare and dainty looking, are now dressed in sturdy brown sandals.

“You must, how else would I be here?”

“Good timing? Luck?” She shrugs.

“I always did have perfect timing,” he grins. “But to unlock a genie you need a key. They vary in size and shape, but each key is unique solely to each genie. The key will get hot when it’s near the right lamp.”

The only thing in her pockets, apart from the stolen apple that she stares at guilty for a fleeting second, is the coin that Dumbledore had given to her just moments before.

“This?”

“That’s the one,” Sirius nods. “Looks shinier than when I last saw it. Dumbledore must have polished it.”

“But why did he give it to me?”

Sirius hesitates, he opens his mouth for a second and then snaps it shut. “He must have thought it’d be safer with you,” he says carefully after a few moments.

The air is tense and unsettled around them. But Sirius clears his throat, forcing a smile back on his face. He hums and a small pebble on the floor turns into a bed.

“I need to get back to my friend, she’ll think I’ve run off again.”

Sirius nods, blinks and a cloak, the shade of sand, falls into her hands. “You’ll be less noticeable with this, though I can’t guarantee it’ll shield you from everyone.”

The cloak is soft in her hands, like pure cotton. “Thanks. I’ll come back for you, soon.”

“No need,” he’s already made himself comfortable on the bed. A bookcase now stands near the wall, painted red and gold. “It’ll be safer if I come to you, that way this place and I stay hidden.” He gestures around the room and the wooden beams on the ceiling straighten and mend, now the dark blue shade of the night sky decorated with dozens of tiny stars.

“You just need to call my name, and I’ll be there. Ready to do what you will.”

Lily frowns. “I’m not going to order you around. You’re my friend, not my slave.”

Sirius is eating what looks like cake now and, when the word friend falls out of her mouth, he chokes once before looking at her like she’s the queen.

“I haven’t had a friend in years. You can’t take it back now, you’re stuck with me until…” he pauses, looking slightly uncomfortable for a second. “Until, well - until you get sick of me.”

“That won’t be any time soon,” she grins. “I feel bad, leaving you here though. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

He’s back to scoffing cake again, his mouth too full to speak so he gives her a thumbs up instead.

“I’ll just make sure Mary - my friend - is okay and you can travel with us. We’ll get out of the city, somewhere safer.”

She clings the cloak tightly around her, shielding her face as she hurries out of the building. The market stalls aren’t too far away and so she turns right, away from the district, into the small town where the buildings are stacked high against each other.

Two lefts, a sharp right, forwards until she sees the red potted plant and then another left.

Their door is wedged open, broken and hanging off the seams.

There’s a faint hint of gas in the air as Lily kicks the door down, screaming out Mary’s name. The room is in ruins, the table and chairs toppled onto the floor, broken pots and pans everywhere.

Mary is nowhere to be seen.

The window is wide open and Lily dodges over the broken pieces of glass, leaning out of the window as much as she can. There’s no sign of her.

Her heart skips a beat.

“Sirius?” Lily calls out frantically. “Sirius!” The air tingles around her.

He appears suddenly, not like a puff of smoke but like the breaking of the sun through thick clouds, like he was there all along - she just didn’t notice him until now.

“Redecorating, are we?”

For a moment his humour calms her, but she gulps down the laughter like it’s acid in her throat.

“Mary’s gone. Someone’s been here, someone’s taken her.”

She spots a letter stapled to one of the toppled chairs, and rips it off.

“A life for a life. Give the genie and she may be spared.”

“May? How generous of them,”

“Please be serious,”

His lips flicker into a small smirk. “I am.”

The clock, hung on the wall with a scrap nail Mary once found in a pile of rubbish, chimes. It seems to be the only thing in the room to be fully functioning.

“How did they know we live here?”

“They’ve probably been watching everyone here very, very closely.” Sirius crumples the letter in his hand and drops it. “We’re not safe here, at all.”

This whole… situation is so strange for her. Lily Evans is a thief, she’s a nobody in this dreary town. She picked through rubbish piles and sold junk pieces to merchants. Her hands and nails were sore and dirty. And yet here she was, a strange boy who could do magic at her very command.

“I don’t get it though,” she says with a gulp. She’s tired, her body is aching and her mind is numb. “You’re so... valuable to these people - to, well, anyone who has you right?”

Sirius nods. “But?”

“But - you were in plain sight.” It’s rather strange, now that she comes to think of it. It’s unsettling, and despite the humidity in the air she’s shivering. “Next to broken toys and old pots. I don’t understand why they - whoever they are - didn’t just take you when they could? Why wait? Why wait for me to get to you first?”

Sirius is quiet for a moment, then he lets out an aggravated sigh and scratches his head.

“There’s a lot of politics involved. You don’t just need a key, there’s other things. It’s a little complex.” He taps his index finger on his lip, thinking hard.

“What, don’t think I’ll be able to understand?”

“On the contrary, you’re smarter than you give yourself credit.”

“Then tell me, you have to-”

“They’re here!” The door smashes open, completely breaking off the hinge and smashing even further.

She doesn’t manage to catch a glimpse of them; Sirius is already grabbing hold of her arm and then they’re spiralling, flying through the atmosphere until they stop. Her stomach flops up and down as she steadies on her feet, toppling onto the floor and landing onto a wet patch of grass.

“Sorry,” he says. “You get used to it after a while.”

“Where are we?” She marvels at the grass, threading her hands through the thin stems and curling it around her fingers. “It’s not rained in Cokeworth for months.”

“Godric’s Hollow,” Sirius says as he pulls her up. “I had to take us where we wouldn’t be followed.”

“I always wanted to come here,” she says, looking up at the sky with a small smile.

In Cokeworth you were lucky if you spotted a single, wispy, small cloud amongst the vast scorching blue sky. But here, in Godric’s Hollow, it was so different.

Everywhere she looked and turned there were clouds. All of them big, deep and grey. There was a thunderstorm coming. A distant echo of thunder, miles away, rumbles above her.

Cokeworth is so far away.

Mary is so far away.

“We have to go back.”

Sirius shakes his head, his eyes hard.

“We can’t.” He speaks slowly, like she’s a time bomb just waiting to explode and he’s expecting it at any second. He looks fearful, watching her so carefully.

She lets out a frustrated yell, pulling at his arm; she can feel the desperation clawing its way up her body.

“Mary’s back there, we need to find her!”

Lily kicks against him but Sirius holds her back.

“We will, we will - I promise.”

An invisible force, gentle but firm, pushes her back, a barricade blocking her from him.

“I promise, we will.” He says again, louder this time.. “But they’ll be waiting for us and if we go back right now we’ll walk straight into their trap. We won’t be rescuing your friend, we’ll be in the same situation as her.”

She doesn’t move an inch, but curls her fingers into a fist. “I could just demand you take me there right now. Wish us there, right?”

Sirius lets out a shaky breath. “You could.” His movements are slow as he leans back against the nearest tree, legs slumped and marking the dirt. “It wouldn’t be very sensible, but… You could. Yeah. Will you?”

The thought dashes through her mind and the word burns against her tongue.

She could say the word right now, and Sirius would be forced to listen to her. Forced to obey her.

She could change everything in one second.

So why can’t she bring herself to?

Sirius watches her, fear in his eyes.

She can’t do that to him, it would make her no different than the people who had last locked him in the lamp.

How long had he been imprisoned for? Pressured into fulfilling selfish human ambition? How long had he been alone for? Wishing that someone could help him?

“No.” Somehow, she always knew that would be her answer and a peacefulness settles in her fingers. She feels the absence of the barricade, a gentle wind lulling her forwards. She puts a hand on his shoulder, hoping it speaks for her. She’s too ashamed to speak.

Sirius looks relieved, though he can’t meet her eyes. “Good. We’ll find a way to help her. We just need a plan.”

The ground underneath them shakes, and they only have a moment to look at each other before they’re suspended in mid-air, caught in a giant net.

“Not exactly what I had in mind,” Sirius says rather flatly. He grasps at the net, pulling the material tight around him. It’s no use - it’s as strong as steel.

“Tasty food!” A troll grins, poking out from behind the clutter of trees. It licks its lips hungrily and prods a grotesque looking finger into Sirius’s side.

“Oi!” Sirius huffs, looking rather repulsed. “Watch it!”

“It needs more meat,”

The troll pokes at Sirius again, and he falls backwards against the netting. His red hat topples off his head and tumbles through one of the gaps, despite Sirius all but lunging to the base of the net and flailing his arms about through the holes.

It’s no use, the hat plunges into a muddy puddle and the troll picks it up, fascinated.

“My hat!”

“Is it tasty?” A second troll asks, stomping over from a newly lit bonfire.

As the two trolls argue about if the hat has a flavour or not, Lily shifts nervously.

“I think,” she says with a little gulp. “I think we’re food .”

Sirius nods, grimacing as one of the trolls give his hat a precarious lick. “I have to agree with you there.”

“I’m sorry, okay? About what I said before-”

“It’s fine. You were upset. Friends?”

“You don’t even need to ask, you numpty.” The look on his face, the pure joy and relief is such a happy thing to behold. And for a second she almost forgets about the trolls underneath them, talking about how delicious they’ll be.

“Can you get us out of this?”

He shakes his head. “My normal magic won’t cut it, the net or this whole situation.”

“What do you mean?”

The troll obviously finds the taste of the fez revolting, it shudders and throws the hat into the fire.

Sirius lets out a sigh.

“I’m not really supposed to do any magic unless you wish it, I wasn’t even supposed to apparate us here without you wishing it. And I tried to just before, but this stupid thing-” He grasps tight of the net, shaking it violently as if just pure anger alone will break it. “It’s got some sort of magic charm on it. Essentially, my magic won’t work until we’re out of this.”

“So, I guess we’re food then.”

“Which one shall we have first?” The troll who threw Sirius’s fez into the fire asks. It prods Sirius again and then turns to Lily and does the same.

“The funny looking one,” the other troll replies.

“Good choice, I was thinking that one too.”

A shiver shoots down her spine. “Which one of us do you think they’re talking about?”

“You, obviously,” Sirius says with a grin. “I’m definitely not funny looking.”

The troll grins, steps forward and pulls out a very long, a very pointy knife. “We’ll cut off it’s legs first, the legs are the best bits.”

The knife swings forwards and Lily feels her heart plummet to an icy stop. Sirius sucks in a breath, clinging onto her hand so hard it feels numb.

A howl scatters through the nearby trees, and the troll drops the knife to the floor.

“What was that?”

The trees sway and a cat dashes from the bushes.

“It looks tasty!” The troll says gleefully. It steps towards the cat, but the cat - clearly irritated by the disturbance - trots off.

“I’ll go get it. A tasty dessert. Come here crunchy.” The troll stomps away and the remaining one picks up the knife.

“I don’t think your fire’s hot enough.” Sirius says in an instant.

The other troll frowns. “What? It’s fire.”

“I don’t know about my companion here,” he says with a nod towards Lily. “But - I know I’d taste ten times better once my skin is - um - crispy enough.”

The troll is silent for a moment and grunts. “True.”

Then it turns around and uses the knife to swing and hack at the trees, branches fall like an avalanche to the floor and the troll bends down, hurling them onto the bonfire with ease.

And then, as if the arrival of a large ginger cat hadn’t been weird enough, out from the shadows emerges a boy.

His sudden appearance doesn’t seem to shock the troll, unlike Sirius and Lily - who wave their hands and plead for help.

“More food!” is all the troll says with a happy grin, stepping over the mound of branches to reach for the boy.

“Sorry to disappoint,” the guy shrugs, reaching a hand over his back to draw a sword of his own. “But I’m not on the menu.”

The troll pauses for a second, eyes drawn cautiously to the sword the teen holds in his hands. It clambers forwards, hoping to catch the boy with its hands.

The boy’s feet are quick, he dodges the attack effortlessly and swings his weapon against the troll’s legs. The troll lets out a howl and brings up its injured knee, hopping backwards… straight into the pile of branches.

It howls out again, tangled in the branches and twigs. Then, it falls to the ground like a limp fish and the boy does a running jump, screaming out a manic war cry as he knocks the troll unconscious with a blow to the head.

Its eye roll back and its tongue slips out, hanging like a dirty, slimy snake as it falls.

“That, was AWESOME!” Sirius lets out a hoot and clambers over Lily, knocking her off her feet, to give the boy a high five.

“Please.” Lily grumbles, glaring at Sirius’s feet. “Can we just get out of this now?”

“Oh, sorry.” She hears movement, then the sound of rope being slowly cut into with a small blade.

The boy whistles as he slices through the ropes, like there’s not an unconscious troll a few inches away.

“I’m James, by the way.” James says happily.

“I’m Sirius, and this is Lily.”

“Are you two, like, together?”

Lily barks out a laugh. “Are we heck.”

“I’d rather be eaten by trolls, thank you.” Sirius replies.

“So you met by, what, coincidence?”

“Sort of,”

“You could say that,” They say at the same time.

It’s like they’re sitting around eating cucumber sandwiches and drinking sweet, pink lemonade. Lily rolls her eyes, though she can’t help the smile that follows after.

And, finally, the rope snaps. Then, the tree groans and the net comes crashing down onto the floor, smashing branches as it tumbles downwards.

She meets the ground with a thud, her face planted into the wet, muddy grass.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Sirius grins as he gets up off her back. At least he has the decency to give her a sheepish smile, then bends down and grabs her elbow, pulling her up.

“Yeah,” she says with a scowl. “A right walk in the park that was.”

She can feel grass in her mouth and she starts spitting it out, desperate to get the gross, earthy feeling off her tongue. She stops when she feels two gazes almost piercing through her and turns around, grass dribbling down her chin.

“ What? ”

Sirius is trying his hardest not to laugh. He gestures to his own chin and she follows, wiping the lower part of her face with her sleeve.

“You’ve got - um - a toad in your hair.” The stranger, James, says.

Her hand flies to her hair, brushing out the slimy toad with her fingers. She turns around, and instantly mouths out a frantic, ‘ OH MY GOD ’ to herself.

She hadn’t been able to see him properly through the net - he was shockingly and annoyingly handsome. How does someone like him turn up, at random, in the woods and save her by man eating trolls?

Fate was having a right laugh. It was giving her too many hands for her to handle at the moment.

She bends, pushing the toad gently off her hand and onto the ground. She takes a moment to recollect herself, smooths her slimy hands down her pants and, after a few moments of cursing under her breath, turns around.

“So uh,” James lets out a little laugh as he brushes a hand through his hair. “This may sound a little awkward and random but - have you guys seen a cat around here?”

Lily feels her limbs freeze, and Sirius catches her gaze, eyes wide.

“A cat?” He coughs. “Why would a cat be out here?”

“We were going on an errand - of sorts - but I got hungry. And while I was distracted Algernon, he - my cat - ran off.” James is a mumbling mess, arms wild and open as he talks fast.

Sirius scratches his head. “Did we err see a cat…”

“I just hope there aren’t any more trolls about,” James says with a small sigh. “Trolls will eat anything.”

He gestures to the pile of logs, trying to change the subject and hide the fact that he’s very close to crying. “Anyways. I’ll just, um, grab some of these smaller branches, we need to move from here. It’s getting dark.”

She’s still frozen, too frightened to even think of the possibility. She had always wanted a cat. Sirius stares at the floor, scratching his ear absently.

“I wish Algernon comes back,” she says as casually as she can, trying to catch Sirius’s gaze.

“Yeah,” Sirius mumbles as he stares at a dandelion. “Me too.”

“Me three.” James sighs.

She kicks at Sirius’s foot and, when she finally has his attention, nods towards James.

“I wish Algernon comes back,” she says again, whispering.

“ Oh! ” Sirius’s lack of subtlety is astounding, but he manages to clear his throat and lowers his voice.

“Lily… are you - are you sure?”

She nods in an instant and shoots James another quick glance. “A hundred percent.”

Sirius looks a little worried. “It’s just… I should have mentioned it before. My terms and conditions. I can’t bring people, things back from the dead.” He clears his throat. “If the cat is… gone then it won’t work.”

“Try it anyways, you have to. Look at him .”

It’s like Algernon is James’s life line, because he is a complete mess without the ginger cat. He trips up countless times, dropping his branches everywhere so he has to start all over again.

Sirius nods his head and she holds in a breath, waiting.

Nothing happens.

The clouds are darker than ever, and the thunderstorm is so close Lily can almost taste the electricity in the air.

“I tried, I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”

The two of them watch, wracked with guilt, as James continues to pick up bits of wood. When his hands are full he turns back, a little surprised he has an audience.

“Let’s go this way,” he says, nodding left. “There’s a cave nearby.”

“You want us to come with you?” Sirius asks a little suspiciously.

“Safety in numbers, right?” James shrugs. “Unless you’d rather stay here.”

It’s almost poetic how the heavens open at that moment, when James’s body begins to move lifelessly and Lily and Sirius follow after him, shame tormenting them into a horrible silence.

She’s never seen rain before, but she can’t bear to look up at the sky. If it was any other situation maybe she’d start dancing - but the dread she feels in her stomach is all too real, and the empty look in James’s eyes is a constant reminder that life is severely unfair.

Sirius trips up and falls face first into a puddle, and when he stands his hair falls like wet curtains down his cheeks.

The rain pelts down mercilessly and by the end of the walk they’re all soaking, shivering, hungry and low in spirits.

James spots the cave first, pointing down by the river where a small alcove drops into the ground. What’s unusual, however, is the strange bright orange light, like fire, shimmering out of the cave.

“Someone’s in there?” Lily asks, stopping so instantly that she bumps into James’s shoulder.

James shakes his head. “That’s impossible, no one knows about this cave apart from a few of King Fleamont’s most trusted allies.”

“And you are?”

“What?” James casts her a glance, his gaze weary as he meets her eyes.

She takes a deep breath. “One of ‘King Fleamont's Trusted Allies ’?”

He shrugs and takes out his sword. “I know some people, you could say.”

On Sirius’s count of three they all enter the cave, treading carefully in the hopes of catching the enemy unaware.

They expect a fight, but what they actually find is rather surprising. There, waiting on a fluffy cream rug, sits Algernon. The ginger cat is surrounded by food, and three chairs that are placed around a roaring (and somehow) contained fire.

James drops his sword in surprise, but Algernon is already running towards him and the boy throws his arms around his cat, scooping him up.

“What the heck is all of this?” James asks Algernon, who meows once and begins to purr.

“Indeed,” Lily bites, side eyeing Sirius.

Sirius is trying his hardest not to laugh, and he walks further into the cave to inspect the sizzling pot of food that is perched on a small table.

“Sausage anyone?”

“Do you think we should?” James’s stomach growls as soon as he asks the question.

“Why not?” Sirius asks, mouth full already from two sausages. He licks his fingers and lets out a satisfied hum as he does so.

“Because they’re not ours, we could be ambushed at any minute by whoever owns all of this.”

“Finders keepers,” Sirius shrugs, not bothered at all as he stuffs another sausage into his mouth.

“It does smell pretty good,” Lily admits, and when she grabs a handful James is following right behind her.

The food is hot, and it warms up their toes all the way up to their ears. The rain batters down outside, but the cave keeps the uncanny group of four safe and sound.

“You know the King of this land then?” Sirius asks once they’ve scoffed up all of the food and they’ve retired to the comfy looking chairs around the fireplace.

“King Fleamont,” James says. “I do.”

“Could he help us? Or anyone. We need a lift to Cokeworth.”

“ Cokeworth ? Why on earth would you want to go somewhere so dreary?”

“As if Godric’s Hollow is saintly, it’s raining buckets out there,” Lily says with a tight glare. James raises an eyebrow at her. “I’d rather see the sunshine and feel the heat of it on my back than none at all.”

“We get the sun,” James grumbles, embarrassed. He turns in his chair, turning his back away from them as he tries to get comfortable. “Just not as much.”

“Back to what I was saying,” Sirius says with a wave of his hand, though he’s clearly enjoying the back and forth banter. “Could someone get us into Cokeworth, unnoticed?”

“The King’s ill, poisoned. The entire court’s in disarray, I don’t think anyone would be able to help - even if they wanted to.”

His back is hunched, and Lily wishes dearly she could see his face.

“Poisoned?” she asks. “So who’s in charge? The Queen? A Princess? Prince?”

“The family’s being held in the Kingdom. Lord Voldemort is running all affairs.”

“By his own doing, I gather.” Sirius says darkly. “Selfish human ambition never ceases to amaze me.”

“What about you? Can’t you at least help us?”

“I’ve got my own set of troubles to worry about.”

The fire crackles and James seems to shrink even further into the chair. He doesn’t say anything else.

“You like him, don’t you?” Is the first thing Sirius asks, rather smugly, when James announces the next morning that he’s going to wash in the river.

She stops stroking Algernon immediately. “ No !” The cat gives her a haughty look before pattering out the cave.

“That blush on your cheeks says differently, love.”

Lily swats away Sirius’s poking hand. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“The sausages, fire, warm rugs and Algernon safe and sound? That was all you.” He folds his hands against his chest, rocking to and fro on his legs.

“It was you. I can’t do magic.”

“But, it was your wish.”

“And that matters?”

He nods. “On rare occasions. Passion and feeling can affect a wish so much that the result sort of,” Sirius gestures around the cave with a grin, giving Lily a sly wink. “well, intensifies.”

“So you’re saying-”

“You used your first wish for him, it’s quite obvious really.”

“I do not have a crush-”

“Algernon! Give that fish back or so help me.”

The cat in question lets out a yowl as it scurries back into the cave, a fish hanging from his mouth. James is by his tail, clothes messy like he threw them on in a hurry, his hair an erratic mess like he’s been blown about in a typhoon.

Lily blinks, taking him in. Water droplets drip down from his ears and splash down onto his white shirt like paint on a canvas.

“Cheeky git! That wasn’t for you.”

“I don’t think the cat cares,” Sirius regards Algernon with a snort, who sits down in the corner and eats the fish with his back to the rest of them.

“Guess not,” James glares at the cat and turns his handmade fishing rod in his hands. “Suppose I’ll have to go and catch some more. We can’t do anything on empty stomachs.”

He turns to leave and, when he does, Sirius throws one of the plump cushions at Lily’s face.

“What?”

“You’re staring, it’s embarrassing.”

“It’s just,” She sighs, tugging at a strand of her hair. “He’s got these eyes that just - and that hair! Wow. And - his smile ?”

Her cheeks are red as she mumbles, a bright and dreamy smile stretched on her lips.

“Could not agree with you more, what a pretty boy,”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not! Just saying - if you’re planning on using a wish to woo him then it won’t work.” He’s picking at his nails when Lily turns to him. “I can’t make anyone fall in love.”

“I’m not asking you to. It’s not a crime to find someone attractive is it?”

“No,” he says with a smile. “It’s not.”

James manages to catch them all a fish eat, and they sit around the fire, waiting for it to cook. Algernon’s grooming himself rather contently and James gives him a gentle pat on the head as he turns the fish over.

“I wanted to apologise for what I said last night,” he says finally.

“About Cokeworth?”

“Not really, I still stand by that.” He laughs, giving her a smile that makes her heart flutter. “But I am sorry for belittling your problems, everyone has their own battle and I shouldn’t have shut you both down like that.”

“So you’ll help us?”

“Better than that - I’m coming with you.”

“Oh, that’s not really necessary-” Sirius starts.

“But before I make up my mind, I need to know why you’re so desperate to get to dreaded old Cokeworth.” The fish sizzles and they take one each. “ Unnoticed, I might add.”

“We’re going to save someone we love.”

“She loves, not me-” Sirius says quickly. “I’ve never even met her.”

“But you will love her. Mary is a darling.”

“If you say so,”

“So it’s a rescue mission?” James asks, grinning.

“Well, I guess so.”

“Then say no further, Lily. Count me in.” James says proudly. “I’ve always wanted to go on a rescue mission.”

“What’s changed your tune? You seemed pretty against it all last night.”

“There’s nothing for me here,” James tells Sirius, who leans back in his chair lazily. “My errand is hopeless and Godric’s Hollow is a lost cause. I need to leave here, as soon as possible.”

“But King Fleamont isn’t dead, the kingdom still has hope.”

James shakes his head. “Not for me it doesn’t.”

“What you’re asking for isn’t easy, boy.”

They had walked for hours, eventually stopping at a small village that was on the outskirts of the Hollow where James asked around for safe passage into Cokeworth.

“I can give you ten galleons.”

The man in front of them bites his lip. Soft brown hair, like caramel, falls into his eyes as he looks the three of them down. Algernon, who’s scooped up in James’s arms lets out a purr and the man looks slightly taken back by the sight of the giant cat.

“Okay. I’ll do it,” he says finally. “But you gotta do something else for me. The money is a deposit, if you’re that desperate to get out of Godric’s Hollow then you’re all going to do me a little favour.”

Lily squirms next to James. “What is it you want?”

The man reaches a hand into his inside pocket and Lily feels James tense next to her. He takes a deep breath, time seems to freeze around them. The man fumbles around in his pocket for a second until he pulls something out.

Sirius squints at what’s in his hands. “A rose? What do you want us to do with that? Plant it and start a garden?”

“I want you to give it to someone. A lady, called Andromeda.”

“That’s it?” Sirius raises an eyebrow.

The mans nods. “That’s it. You give this to her, and I’ll take you there.”

“Where can we find her?”

“Hogwarts Inn, ten minutes walk down that way. But one of you stays here, with me. Not being rude but - just in case, right?”

“Of course,” James says in an instant. “I’ll stay.”

“No, I will.” Sirius replies, picking Algernon up from James’s arms. “You’re from this place right? We need someone who knows their way around.”

“I don’t really know this area of Godric’s Hollow that well,” James with a nervous laugh. “I won’t be much use.”

“I thought you looked familiar,” The man says after a moment, and digs his finger into James’s shoulder. “Haven’t I seen you from somewhere before?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

The man doesn’t look convinced. “But you’re from here-”

“Yes but-”

“Then you can go, with your lady friend. We’ll wait here. Please, I’m not asking much.”

“What if she asks for your name?” Lily takes the rose with a smile.

The man shrugs, but a blush does creep onto his cheeks. “She’ll know who it’s from.”

“I don’t get why he couldn’t just give the stupid thing himself,” James grumbles five minutes later. He keeps his head down, staring at the ground when people pass by. The village is small, and only a handful of people are around.

“I think it’s romantic,” Lily says, sniffing the rose fondly. “He’s confessing his love.”

“By making someone else do it. That’s not love, that’s slothfulness.”

“I’m sure he had his reasons,” She grins and elbows his side.

He looks up in shock and she feels a strange tingling in her toes when he meets her gaze. He clears his throat and turns away, pointing to the inn that’s to their left.

The inn is small but beautifully decorated, with a cobbled thatched roof and dainty looking stained glass windows. The door creaks as James pulls it open and a woman, with wild, black hair, gives them a dirty look.

“We sell rooms for sleep, not pleasure. Go and do somewhere else.”

“We’re not-” James gasps, spluttering out as his ears tinge with red.

“We’re here to see Andromeda,” Lily says. She places what she hopes is a comforting hand on his shoulder, and gives him a small smile.

The lady sneers and stomps away. The entrance to the inn is deathly quiet, but there’s singing and laughter in the next room so loud that it feels like they’re in the centre of it all. The lady comes back after a minute with what looks like her sister.

“I’m Andromeda,” The sister says. Her hair is less wild, soft looking curls fall down to her shoulders. She gives them a kind smile as the other sister gives them a glare before stalking away.

“Sorry about Bella,” Andromeda says with a sigh. “She’s hated these coronation parties.”

“Coronation?” James asks, craning his neck to look into the room. His eyes are panicked at the word, and he wipes his hands onto his trousers.

Andromeda nods, looking at him carefully for a second before turning back to Lily. “The King is dying and, with the prince in prison, the title passes on to Lord Voldemort.”

“On whose authority? That’s treason!”

“James! Calm down!” She has to grab at his arm, pulling him back. He’s breathing deeply, fingers curled around her wrist so tightly it stings.

“Voldemort cannot rule,” his voice is shaking with anger but he whispers the words, his breath fluttering hot on her skin.

“We’re leaving, we’re leaving Godric’s Hollow - remember? You’ll be gone.”

He stares desperately into her eyes for a moment, his body still shaking desperately. He only gives her a quick nod, and swallows slowly before taking his hand off her. Her wrist is red, swollen.

“I’m so sorry, your wrist-”

“We were told to give you this.”

Andromeda sighs as she takes the rose.

“Oh, Teddy,” she smiles. “Thank you, for this. Please, tell him: ten o’clock. He’ll know what I mean.”

They walk back in silence, James kicking at stones moodily behind her.

“What’s gotten into you?” When one of the stones flies at her and hits her back she turns around with a glare. “You’re going to be leaving, isn’t that what you wanted?”

He shakes his head. “You wouldn’t understand,”

“Then just talk to me! Help me to understand.”

His face is dark like thunder as he tries to blink away angry tears. But suddenly he grabs hold of her hand, pulling her behind the nearest trees.

“Don’t,” he says softly, pleading as he puts a finger to her lips.

There’s a group of five soldiers walking down the main pathway, clad in the royal crest, holding swords as they inspect passersby.

“Please, just stay quiet.” His face is so close to hers, he only needs to breathe out the words for her to hear him.

She nods, and his hands settle on her shoulders.

Her weight is pushed into him, and his into the tree, and they stay in silence for what feels like an eternity.

It doesn’t feel too bad - staring into his eyes, picking out the different shades of greens and browns that make up the beautiful hazel colour. She can’t pinpoint what it is, but there’s something about him. Like she could trust him with anything.

Finally he moves, dropping his hands off her shoulders as he takes a step back. “They’re gone, let’s go. Quick - before they come back.”

Sirius, Algernon and Teddy are waiting when James and Lily return.

“Well?” Teddy asks, crossing his fingers.

“She said ten o’clock ; she said you’d know what that means.”

“Aye, that I do.” Teddy smiles in relief, shaking Lily’s hand energetically. “Hagrid is waiting down the lane for you all with the carriage. You can’t miss him. It’s a three days ride, if you don’t want no trouble. Now excuse me - I’ve got my wedding to sort out.”

True to Teddy’s word, Hagrid waits for them. The man was right, you couldn’t miss him - for Hagrid was actually a half giant, standing tall at 8 foot 8.

“Don’t let me height scare ya, and the kitty’s coming in the front with me. I love cats.” Hagrid coos at Algernon, who purrs delightfully as he scratches behind the cat’s ears. “We all set to go?”

The sun is starting to set and Lily squints up at it. “The sun shows up, just as we’re about to leave. Typical.”

“Plenty of sun in Cokeworth,” Sirius shrugs and jumps into the cart. “You coming in or what?”

James nods, but doesn’t move an inch. “Sorry, yeah I’m just…” He looks back behind him, there’s just trees around them for miles and miles, but James acts like there are people all around them. “Just got a funny feeling.”

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Event: LGBTQA+ Month hosted by @ft-wwtdp

Ship: Fraxus (Freed Justine x Gajeel Redfox)

Prompts: Gamble, Balance, Thirst, Quarrel Accident

Verse: Victorian AU

Alternate Places To Read: Fanfiction, Archive of our Own. Event master list here.

Here’s my sixth group of one shots for the LGBTQA+ month. You can read rest in the master list linked above. Again, this is set in the victorian era, and has some minor period typical values. Nothing graphic, but be wanred of suggestions of a less accepting time. Also, the thirst prompt has sexual undertones. There’s only kissing, but you might want to skip it if that’s not your thing.

Day Twenty-Six – Gamble (On Yourself)

Gajeel had taken far too many gambles today.

It had been a gamble to cut through the docking area of Magnolia where many people got mugged, even despite his intimidating style. It had been a gamble to let his workmates know he wouldn't be at home, as that might allow questions to begin as to where he would spend the evening. It had been a gamble to even look towards the establishment that he had just entered. Tonight had been a night filled with gambles.

The building looked… normal. Pretty much like every other bar that Gajeel had patronised in his life. For the unknowing, this might have been just a regular tavern. But The Guild – or more colloquially referred to as Fairy Tail – was no such bar.

It was a bathhouse.

A place for men of Gajeel's persuasion to meet in safety. It was filled with all sorts of peoples, and acted as a safe heaven for them all. Men interested in buggery, those who rejected the gender they were born into, and those who didn't conform to what society wanted of them in some other capacity. It was Gajeel's first time in such a place and, despite knowing that he had more in common with the patrons of this bar than any other he'd been in, he felt incredibly out of place. Like a stranger, looking upon something that he shouldn't have seen.

He slowly approached the bar, unaware if the feeling of being watched was justified or not. He was regretting coming here already; he could have stayed home or drunk at a more common bar. He shouldn't have let Laxus tell him of such a place, or convince him to even think about going there.

Fairy Tail wasn't only a bathhouse. There were rooms available for renting upstairs should two men need them, but it was by no means a requirement. It was just a bar where you could be yourself. Laxus had said Gajeel would enjoy himself.

"Hello sir," A woman behind the bar greeted when he got close. "What can I get for you?"

"Erm," Gajeel mumbled, not wanting to be seen. "What d'ya have."

"Oh we have lots to chose from," The woman smiled, speaking patiently. "Anything any other bars have. Beer, ale, lager, wines, champagne if you're so inclined. And, between you and me, I've been practicing my cocktails and I'm getting rather good at them. So anything you might want, I'm sure we'll be able to accommodate."

"Beer, ma'am," Gajeel requested. The woman nodded, and Gajeel took a seat at the bar.

The woman got to work on pouring Gajeel's drink into a tankard, and the man kept his eyes straight on the bartop. He was just coming here out of curiosity and because he had let Laxus get into his head. Too busy trying to look inconspicuous, he failed to notice the man who had walked into the bar and sat beside him with a considerably greater amount of confidence when compared to Gajeel himself. It was only when he spoke that Gajeel realised he wasn't alone.

"A glass of my regular please Mirajane, my dear," A smooth, refined voice said, and Gajeel glanced to his side.

The man beside him was clearly wealthy, as portrayed by his fancy clothing and clean fingernails. When Gajeel glanced up he saw a head of long, silky green hair and a strong jawline. A gentleman then. Looking up further, Gajeel saw striking eyes and an expression of contentment.

At that moment, he was pretty much everything Gajeel was not.

"Give me a moment Freed," The barmaid, Mirajane, commented as she finished Gajeel's drink. "This gentleman got here first."

"And I don't get preferential treatment for being here so often?"

"Driving away my customers? You're lucky you're not charged extra," Mirajane laughed.

The man, Freed, seemed to enjoy the joke at his expense. It appeared that the contrast of Gajeel's discomfort and Freed's easy and relaxed nature seemed to have been noticed by the richer man, who looked to Gajeel with an expression of quiet intrigue. In response, Gajeel turned down and looked towards the top of the bar again, trying not to allow himself to be pinned by the sharp expression of the man beside him.

He couldn't help but squirm slightly. It wasn't often than he was around men with his fondness for the same sex. Well, there was Laxus, but neither man had interest in the other. But Freed, in his slight nobility and smooth voice, was the type of man that Gajeel enjoyed.

In theory at least, in reality the man looking at him made him squirm.

"I think you could only look more uncomfortable if a crocodile was threatening to bite off your toes," The man said to Gajeel, smiling softly. "First time in a place like this?"

"That obvious?" Gajeel asked, looking back to Freed and cupping the beer he's been given.

"It was either that or you're a copper who drew the short straw, and has to come here undercover and you're scared of anyone getting within a foot of you," Freed laughed at his own joke, and Gajeel let out a single chuckle. "With my experience, the police are much too boring to allow a man like yourself in their ranks."

"What d'you mean by that?" Gajeel asked, slightly offended.

"You have a rough beauty to you, sir. From what I've seen, any individuality is whipped out of you and replaced by a baton and a badge," Freed smiled, and Gajeel found himself speechless at the compliment. He had never once been called beautiful, never expected that to happen either. "Freed Justine, a pleasure to meet you."

"Gajeel," He introduced himself, delighted he didn't stammer over the word. He didn't say his surname; that was a gamble he wasn't going to take.

"Oh," Mirajane interrupted. "You must be Laxus friend, he mentioned that you might come by and I'm to look after you. I should have known."

"He thinks I need looking after?" Gajeel grunted, squaring his shoulders a little.

"No. Those weren't his words," Mirajane was quick to correct him. Out of the corner of his eye, Gajeel could see Freed smiling amusedly at the situation. "It's just he mentioned that you might not be used to places like this, and I know that they can be a little intimidating for new people. He just wanted me to keep an eye on you, make sure it didn't overwhelm you or that someone unknowingly made you uncomfortable."

"Oh," Gajeel mumbled. "Well, you don't need to put yourself to any trouble. I can look after myself."

"And if not, I'm sure I can look after our new friend," Freed smiled, before whispering. "Miss Strauss, though a kind woman, is rather a gossip. Harmlessly so, she enjoys knowing things rather than telling them, but she can be rather vicious when she wants to find something out."

"I can hear you," Mirajane stated, her voice less melodic now.

"Thus proving my point, don't you think," Freed smirked, and Mirajane glared at him. "Attend to your customers, dear, I'll keep him company," He then looked to Gajeel. "If you'll have me, of course."

Gajeel reddened slightly. "Ain't got any objections."

After that, Mirajane decided to leave them alone, and the two men began to speak. Gajeel didn't know if it was purposeful, but the conversation never once approached the reason why Gajeel was there. No speak of relationships, identity, or lovers. It started off about the best kind of drink – Freed fighting for wine, Gajeel for beer – which then divulged into what both men did for a living. Then, they just talked about nothing.

And it was good. Gajeel had never really had a conversation in a bar before. Men didn't speak in the bars he usually went to. Men drank, smoke, and sometimes made hopeless advancements on women. This was rather an improvement.

Freed was pretty good company, too. He was interesting, and perhaps the most handsome man Gajeel had laid eyes on. Rather destructively, Gajeel had a fondness for men above his station. Freed was that, most definitely. Refined, well spoken, obviously wealthy too if he was as successful in his career in law as he stated.

"Tell me, Gajeel," Freed said suddenly, finishing his wine. "Have you ever kissed a man before?"

"Erm," Gajeel blanked. The topic had come from nowhere. "Guess not."

"Shame," Freed smiled pleasantly. Seductively? Maybe Gajeel was thinking too deeply about the conversation though. "Would you like to?"

"E-excuse me?" Gajeel stammered. People weren't so forward, particularly when they were speaking about committing a crime. An unfair crime, but a crime none the less.

"Would you like me to kiss you," Freed grinned a little. "You're my type, and I think I might be yours. And I'm rather good at it."

"I mean… is that-" Gajeel was suddenly overwhelmed by the situation.

He hadn't come here to meet a man, or act on his impulses. It was just meant to be a place where Gajeel didn't have to look over his shoulder, and to perhaps drink with men with the same fondness that he had. A safe space, essentially. He hadn't expected anyone to pay any interest to him, let alone a man that would tick off the boxes of Gajeel's perfect man. He had no idea how to deal with such a situation.

Luckily, Freed did. The man reached over, took Gajeel's chin in his fingers, and engaged him in his first kiss.

And it was euphoria.

~~~

Day Twenty-Seven – Balance (And Adjustments)

Freed had always managed to keep his life well balanced.

He had put a lot of effort into forging a strong and reliable career that afforded him a more luxurious lifestyle than most. He had a small group of good friends who had allowed him the social interactions he needed, but also understood that sometimes he needed space alone. He had many hobbies that he often kept up with, be that reading, translations of old languages, or the investigation of antiques. These three aspects of his life were all he had needed, and he'd made sure to give them all the time they required.

With this balance, Freed had been happy. There hadn't been anything obviously missing in his life, nor was there a sense of melancholy. The life he had created for him had been satisfactory. But, with the inclusion of Gajeel, something more had been added.

And that something was threatening to throw this balance off.

Gajeel was unique in Freed's life, in almost every way. He was of a lower class and rough around the edges, something that Freed enjoyed greatly. He was more open with his opinions, lacking the middle class fear of insulting people. He was also more willing to take risks than Freed often allowed himself to be, the brashness of his personality invading Freed's life in a delightful way. It was as if someone had taken a jaw-droppingly handsome hammer to Freed's existence, with the intention of building up something new in its place.

But would this new thing be better, or worse? It was a question that Freed found himself pondering silently as he walked down the road towards his modestly comfortable home, with Gajeel at his side.

The two men had been on a few dates at this point. Well, they had drunk together and shared a single meal, but it was the closest thing two men could get to dating. So far, Freed had kept his interactions with Gajeel limited to these meetings. He was keeping the man at arm's length, because he didn't know if he could risk Gajeel getting closer to him.

But that night, Freed might have changed his mind.

They'd gone to a bar of Gajeel's choosing, which was considerably rougher than anywhere Freed went. They had done almost what they always did, drinking at a bar in the same way friends would. But when, after both got slightly tipsy, drinks had been placed before them, Gajeel had offered a challenge. He bet Freed a tuppence that he could finish his pint before Freed could.

And in that moment, Gajeel was the most attractive man Freed had ever laid eyes on. With a cocky smirk, challenging Freed to a competition, he was irresistible. He had a slightly crook in his nose, his sharp teeth visible, and his piercings glinting in the candle light. If it were acceptable, Freed would have jumped on him then and there.

But he didn't. Instead, he drank. And then he started to think.

They'd shared a few kisses in the seclusion of a dark alley, but that was it. Again, Freed had stopped it before anything further could happen, and it was all because he didn't want to upset the balance of his life. He had spent a lot of time creating a stable existence for himself, and Gajeel posed a threat to it. And now he had to decide if he was willing to risk it. To allow the balance to be upended and recreated with Gajeel in it.

He had to decide weather to invite him in his home, or leave him at the gate again.

Even thinking about it, his gut supplied the answer. Let him in. Gajeel was everything that Freed could have dreamt of, if he was honest. Fun, competitive, cheeky, creative, heartfelt, honest. And he wasn't just looking to take Freed to some secluded room and bed him, he genuinely seemed like he wanted a relationship. That was rare, and Freed shouldn't throw it away.

"Yer awful quiet suddenly," Gajeel commented. "Still pouting about losing?"

"No," Freed laughed. "And I still maintain you distracted me on purpose," Gajeel cackled at that. "Running your thigh against mine is a rather nasty trick."

"Doesn't mean ya don't have ta pay up, does it?" Gajeel smirked.

"I could drink you under the table with a higher quality wine," Freed rebutted, faux glaring while he tried to supress a laugh. This was something Gajeel had already done to him, allowed a more juvenile delight enter his every day life. That was definitely something that Freed wasn't ready to get rid of.

"You wanna take me to some fancy bar and prove it, fine by me," Gajeel crossed his arms, and Freed could see his arms flexing under the fabric of his clothes. "But yer paying."

"You certainly know how to get a drink out of me," Freed commented sardonically.

Gajeel laughed, and pat him on the shoulder with a little amount of strength. That was something that he did often, and Freed had concluded that it was his alternative to a romantic gesture. They couldn't very well hold hand in the middle of the street, after all, so a masculine pat on the back would have to do. When the thought struck him, Freed had to wonder what Gajeel's hands would feel like. Callous and rough no doubt. Rather delightful sounding.

It was then that Freed realised just how ridiculous was being.

He was thinking about what the other man's hands would feel like in his own. He couldn't pretend that this was platonic, nor could be delude himself into thinking this was two men who would eventually use each other for satisfaction.

He wasn't just attracted to Gajeel sexually. There was a romantic feeling too.

Worst still, Freed realised just how patient the other man was being with him. Freed had been the one to instigate the whole damn thing, and at first he had held off getting too far with him because Gajeel was inexperienced. But they weren't just strangers at a bar anymore, they were friends. They were comfortable around each other, and if the suggestive comments Gajeel had started to make were reflective of how he felt, Gajeel was willing to become lovers. And so was Freed, so why the hell was he putting things off?

To keep some sort of balance. What was the point in that? He wasn't keeping himself safe, he was allowing himself to stagnate. If he didn't take a step forward with Gajeel, then he never would. And his comfortable, balanced life would be all he had. And, right now, he wanted a bit of adventure.

"Taking you to a bar seems counter-intuitive," Freed continued, a sudden rush of adrenaline pushing him forward. "I've rather a well-stocked liquor cabinet right here. I can prove my point to you now, if you'd like."

Gajeel faltered a little, looking towards Freed's house as they stopped at the gate before it. He had walked Freed home after each of their dates, as the street was part of his walk home, but had never been invited in before. He glanced at the building, then at Freed, and grinned.

"You wanna be humiliated in yer own home, that's your choice," Gajeel grinned.

Then, as if it were natural, Freed found himself opening the gate to his home and walking down the path. Gajeel followed him, and an electric drumming of anticipation and excitement flowed through him. As he put the key in the lock, he wondered why he had taken so long to let this happen.

And once the door was closed, and Gajeel was pushing him against a wall with his lips, any thoughts of balance left him completely.

~~~

Day Twenty-Eight – Thirst (Of A Nobleman)

Anybody else would just think that Freed had been particularly thirsty. Nobody would have even noticed just how much Freed had been drinking throughout the day, and if they actually had, they would've just assumed that he needed a drink. There was no chance of anyone realising the actual reason that Freed had been continually drinking flute after flute of champagne throughout the afternoon.

Freed also hoped that Gajeel didn't know the reason for his apparent thirst. He would be intolerably smug when he realised it was because of him.

Weeks prior, Freed had been invited to attend a party at a nearby manor house owned by the Dreyar family. Being close with the son of the family, Freed had also gotten Gajeel an invitation. His lover would be there under the guise of a possible business partner that Freed needed to impress. Only the Dreyar's themselves knew that Gajeel was Freed's lover, so the excuse was needed.

And with such an excuse, Gajeel needed a change of clothes.

The man, being an ironmonger, didn't have many luxurious pieces of clothing, and had needed to go to the tailors so the lie of him being a businessman could be believable. Freed had through nothing of it as he'd sent the man to his tailor, expecting him to come back in something more similar to what Freed often worn. He had thought that Gajeel would have some clothes of a nicer fabric and more modern stylings, and that was it.

He hadn't expected the outfit to be so… flattering.

Of course, flattering wasn't the word that came to mind when he first saw Gajeel wearing it. Freed's immediate impressions were that it was gorgeous, gentlemanly, and, importantly, tight. Tight enough to encourage a rush of blood to swell Freed's groin.

And throughout the afternoon, Gajeel had been wearing the outfit. It was a test of patience for Freed rivalling torture, and the man believed he deserved a damn medal for not insisting they find an unused room in the house and buggering the man against the wall like a pair of animals. The urge had been there throughout the entire day, and Freed had only managed to keep his hands off his lover by busying them with something else.

Namely, drinking.

It had been a hellishly difficult task. The formal clothes had been measured to fit snugly around Gajeel, highlight his strong physique. His biceps bulged in his sleeves, his chest was pronounced in his shirt and coat, and his riding trousers had been so damn tight Freed could see the musculature that made up his thigs through them. Freed would have to have a word with his tailor, perhaps docking him some pay for making his balls blue.

What was worse, Gajeel himself had taken to the outfit perfectly. Well, in a sense. He didn't play the part of an aristocrat, but as someone who had fallen into money but stuck to his workman roots. The juxtaposition of the man's luxury against his rough and common personality had an effect on Freed he couldn't quantify.

Forget a medal. Freed deserved compensation for being so patient.

And Gajeel had more torture for Freed yet. Once the party was over, and they had returned to Freed's home, Gajeel had delivered a final blow. He shucked off his jacket and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. Now a tantalising vision of his hair covered chest was peeking out, and Freed felt his sanity slipping away.

"Scoundrel," Freed muttered to himself, not expecting Gajeel to hear.

"What?" Gajeel asked, and Freed looked up to see he was grinning.

Freed's breath caught in his lungs. Gajeel was sitting in the armchair that Freed often read at, lounging over the leather with the smuggest expression on his face. His legs were spread wide, and Freed was given clear clarification that Gajeel hadn't worn a codpiece. His arms were bulging in his sleeves and, finally, Freed realised that the bastard knew what effect he had on his lover, and had been making it worse.

"I called you a scoundrel," Freed said again, glaring. Gajeel grinned. "You… you bloody well did all of that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Don't know what you mean," Gajeel grinned. He didn't even try to be convincing. "I just asked for my clothes to be tight cause I like the feeling."

"You… you-" The words wouldn't come to Freed. Gajeel sauntered over to his lover, smirking.

"I thought this party was gonna be full of stuffy asshats, I needed to have a little fun," He grinned, standing over Freed. He leant down, took the glaring man's chin in his fingers and leant closer. "I've never seen a nobleman so thirsty before. The sun must have been getting to ya. Only thing that makes sense, given how hot and sweaty you were lookin'."

"You will regret doing this," Freed muttered, eyes hard. The looming presence of his gorgeous lover above him was starting to take an effect, however. "I will make damn sure of that."

"I'm scared," Gajeel chuckled. "If it makes ya any less angry, I wanted ta jump on ya just as much."

Before Freed could say anything, Gajeel leant down and brought their lips together in a heated and passionate kiss. Freed returned it within an instant, running a hand over Gajeel's strong arms and feeling the muscles flexing over the fabric. He grabbed the collar of the man's shirt and tugged on it sharply, making the man collapse into his lap. The kiss continued as he did so.

"I very much doubt it," Freed snapped against Gajeel's lips.

Gajeel cackled, pressing himself further against Freed as they kissed against the chair. When he felt Freed's hands roaming under his shirt, unbuttoning it without elegance nor patience, he grinned into the kiss. Freed pinched his skin in retort, and Gajeel laughed. He would have to make his nobleman 'thirsty' more often, it seemed.

~~~

Day Twenty-Nine – Quarrel (And The Aftermath)

Gajeel had been homeless before, he could do it again.

It wasn't an ideal situation, but he would get by. Just because he had got used to the luxury of living in Freed's cosy household didn't mean his street smarts had been removed. He had spent just shy of a year on the streets, and he'd made it through well enough, he just had to do it again. It wouldn't be anywhere near as comfortable as his life had been with Freed, but that was okay. He could tough it out until his situation got better.

He'd already found a good spot; under a canal bridge, close to an inn that Gajeel knew from experience would hand out scraps of uneaten food. And he had a trunk of clothing to keep him warm, which was better than what he'd had before. The trunk wasn't his, but Freed probably wouldn't miss it.

Freed. Gajeel felt a little sick when he thought of the man.

They had engaged in an argument in the morning. It was initiated by the most ridiculous of things; Freed had thrown a piece of fruit away that was bordering on rotten. Gajeel claimed it was a waste, Freed said that he wasn't going to eat spoiled food when it wasn't necessary. Somehow, this had devolved into a petty but nasty argument between them both about Freed's middle class upbringing and the contrast against Gajeel's own childhood. It had reached it's nastiest when Gajeel had claimed that Freed was a spoiled bastard without a grasp on reality.

The argument had been left there, as Freed had stormed out to go to work. Gajeel had festered in his anger for a while, before he realised what this argument had meant. He had been living in Freed's home for months, and the man was his landlord. It was unlikely that he would be allowed to remain after their fight.

So he had packed a trunk of his clothes and his items that he could sell, and left.

It was a bad day to do it, as well. The rain was heavy, and the dark clouds made Gajeel think that thunder and perhaps even lightning was coming. But he wrapped himself up in the large coat Freed had gotten him for his birthday, trying to ignore the irony that he was taking comfort in something of Freed's despite the fact he had left the mans home.

The more he thought about their argument, the queasier it made him feel. They had grown up in different ways, but that didn't mean Freed was a bad person. He was a criminal lawyer; he knew the struggles people went through better than most. Gajeel had just been angry – and perhaps embarrassed – that he hadn't been afforded the same luxuries that others had. But Freed wasn't to blame, and he had never been patronising about the difference in their lifestyles.

"Shit," Gajeel sighed, fingers tapping against the battered leather of the trunk he was sitting on. "Really fucked that up, didn't ya."

But it was too late now. Freed was a prideful man and – while Gajeel enjoyed that side of his personality – it was unlikely he would sit back after being insulted. Gajeel should have just kept his insecurities to himself. His stupid pride had lost him his home and his lover.

Leaning against the wall of the bridge, he allowed his eyes to close and was consumed by sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept for, but when he felt a shaking on his shoulder and woke up again, it was now late enough for the stars to be out. He blinked groggily to see who had woken him, and saw that it was Freed, looking at him with a face of concern.

"How the hell d'you find me?" Gajeel asked, voice croaking.

"I spoke to Laxus, he told me of a few placed you could be, one being here," Freed explained. "Why aren't you at home, Gajeel?"

"Assumed you didn't want me there," Gajeel shrugged; it was obvious, he thought. "Guys don't normally like it when their shagging partner insults them. Thought it was best to leave before you came back."

Freed gave Gajeel a look of many emotions. It started off confused, flickered to annoyance for a moment, and then settled on resignation. He shifted slightly, moving so that he could join Gajeel on the trunk he was sitting on, looking out over the canal that was lit by stars. Gajeel frowned at the action, looking at his lover – ex-lover now, most likely – not understanding his actions.

"You're not just the man I sleep with, Gajeel," Freed said softly.

"Sure," Gajeel scoffed.

"I mean it," He spoke more firmly now. "I understand that a relationship like ours isn't the most conventional, but that doesn't mean it's any less valid. I don't want you to just be my lover – just someone who I know who I can take to bed – I want you to be my partner," He smiled at Gajeel, and looked beautiful. "I love you, Gajeel."

"You do?" Gajeel almost froze at the statement.

"Yes. I have never seen us just as people who can settle the others urges. I've seen you as my partner, the man who, if I could, I would marry," Freed admitted, and Gajeel felt a surge of emotions flow through him. Freed spoke again before he could understand them. "And I think you feel the same way. You've just denied it because it makes leaving easier."

At Freed's conclusion, Gajeel realised he was right. They weren't just having fun with each other, they shared emotions and feelings. They had courted and moved into a home together. Gajeel hadnt allowed himself to think of it that way, but of course that was what they had done.

"Shit," Gajeel mumbled. "I-I love you too."

"Quite so," Freed grinned, and Gajeel nudged him. "And, I'm sure you know, people in relationships often argue. It doesn't mean that one of them moves out and make themselves homeless."

"You don't want me gone?" Gajeel asked.

"Of course not," Freed assured him, smiling. "We will have arguments, of course we will. But, as people in love often do, we just need to get past them. Put aside our pride and come to a middle ground," Freed patted him on the thigh. "And I should apologise. I often disregard your childhood and how it has shaped you, and that's not fair. I shouldn't have been dismissive of what you said, and I shouldn't have gotten so defensive when you challenged me."

"No," Gajeel shook his head. "I shouldn't have made such a big deal about a fucking apple. And I called you a lot of nasty things that weren't appropriate."

"Well, some of them were. I was being rather a bastard," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel grinned slightly. "You have a sailor's mouth when you're angry, don't you?"

"Sorry," Gajeel chuckled.

"It's charming," Freed smiled, leaning against his lover with a soft smile. "We probably should have had a conversation like this before I stormed out, shouldn't we?"

"Probably," Gajeel agreed.

"Come home, Gajeel," Freed requested softly, and it made Gajeel feel warm inside.

Freed was his lover, his partner and his friend. This was something that Gajeel had never expected, and something that he held dear to him. They were good together, Gajeel had always known that, but hearing that his feelings were reciprocated was something that he hadn't thought would happen.

But now that it had, he felt damn idiotic for his actions. For leaving, as if it was an appropriate response. No, he and Freed were adults in a relationship, and they could work though their problems. That was a brilliant feeling.

"Okay."

~~~

Day Thirty – Accident (And Realisations)

It turned out it was true. Life really did flash before your eyes in a near death situation.

A mugging, that's what had caused it. Three men had cornered him in an alleyway, he removed his cane from his person and had started to beat him when he hadn't given them his wallet. He had put up a fight for a small amount of time, but the three of them were strong and outnumbered him. They were armed with impromptu weaponry and had thrashed the fight out of him, leaving him to die most likely.

As he had slowly lost consciousness as blood trickled from his wounds, his mind had supplied a stream of images from his life. Leaving for boarding school for the first time, riding a horse without help, his first dalliance with a farm-boy in a barnyard.

Then Gajeel had entered the stream of memories, and had dominated the experience. He remembered the first time they had met, their first kiss, their first night together, the first time Freed had confessed his love for the man. Smaller things to, like the cocky grin he had when he was issuing Freed some kind of wager, or the nights spent in their shared living room, reading or talking by the fire. Small moments of their relationship that Freed found himself adoring on reflection.

He passed out soon after.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room was disconcerting, and the pain flooding his body was vicious and unrepentant. He hissed at the sensation, and tried to distract himself somehow. The strong hands gripping his own were a good way to do that.

When he looked up, he saw a pleasant looking room. He adjusted his eyes at the open window and saw a street lit by the morning son; the street was familiar, but he was in a part of it that he didn't know. After a few moments he realised this was the same road he lived on, but a different house. Most likely, given the pain he was in, Porlyusica's house; a retired nurse that lived about three homes down from Freed.

But none of that was particularly important when compared to the fact that Gajeel was holding his hand.

He didn't seem to notice that Freed was awake, and it gave the injured man time to smile slightly. Gajeel had always been more cautious about being intimate in public than Freed – the lawyer had enough blackmail on London Police that they wouldn't go near him – so to have him openly touch him in a place not their home was a rather nice feeling. The feeling was soured when he realised why Gajeel was doing it; he was probably worried for him.

"Gajeel," Freed said, voice hoarse. It felt as though his throat were sandpaper.

"Freed," The mans head shot up, his voice tired and slightly croaky as well. "Fuck, how long have you been awake. Shit, here," He reached for a glass of water and handed it to Freed.

"Thank you," Freed smiled as he drank.

"You feeling okay. Course yer not," Gajeel cussed at himself. "Can I do anything for ya?"

"I don't think so," Freed shifted slightly as he sat up against the headboard. "Have you been here all night?"

"Couple nights. Would have been here longer but the old witch sent me away," Gajeel glared at a door, but Freed frowned.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Six days," Gajeel said quietly, and it was clear to see that the other man had been worrying for the entire time. Freed gently ran his thumb across the palm of Gajeel's hand in a comforting gesture, and his lover tightened his grip. "What happened?"

"I was leaving my office. Some men wanted money; I didn't give it to them. I'm sure you can guess the rest," Freed sighed, looking at the expression of worry on his lover's face. "I'm okay, Gajeel. I'm alive, and I'm sure that the pain is only temporary. You really needn't worry."

"Should have walked you home or something," Gajeel muttered, and Freed sighed.

"You weren't to know," He said comfortingly. "Has it been a long week for you, without my charming company to keep you busy?"

Gajeel laughed, albeit forcefully. Freed leant over and pressed his head against Gajeel's softly, as close to a kiss that they could do in anywhere slightly public. Gajeel nuzzled into the gesture, and Freed expected that the man would join him in the bed and wrap him in his arms if possible. Gajeel had always seemed to enjoy touch, be it holding hands, kissing, or even just pressing his side against Freed's as they sat next to each other. Perhaps it made things feel real for the man; Freed wasn't going to complain whatever the reason.

"Done a lot of thinkin'" Gajeel admitted. "I ain't ready to lose ya."

"I'm not going anywhere," Freed assured him softly, stroking his hand again.

"Better fuckin' not be," Gajeel said firmly, but was smiling, and it warmed Freed's heart just a little. "Because, well, one of the things I was thinking of was…"

Freed frowned a little when he looked at Gajeel. The man may not be the most blessed when it came to words, but that wasn't what was stopping him. He was nervous about something. That was defiantly unlike Gajeel, he was a headstrong man who often thought before he acted; sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. He didn't say anything though, letting Gajeel think before he spoke again.

"Couple months ago, you said you'd marry if you could," Gajeel eventually said. "And, I realised that I'd marry you too. So, well."

He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a small box, which he flipped open. A simple plain ring rested inside of it, and Freed looked at it with shock as Gajeel shifted so that he was on one knee. Freed forgot the pain his body was in, looking at the piece of jewellery with wide eyes. Gajeel gave him a shockingly hopeful smile.

"I know we can't… I mean legally it won't be…" Gajeel glanced down in annoyance of himself. "I love ya, Freed. And I wanna spend the rest of my life with ya, and I was scared that I would be able to for a while. And I know we can't go it in a church, or get it done legit, but I wanna be yer husband. I wanna get married to ya. So, will you marry me?"

"Yes," Freed grinned. "Oh fuck yes."

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