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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

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Al~

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leianaberrie · 3 years

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I really really really hate how Bonnie’s only scene with Qetsiyah was being coldly told how she’s going to feel every supernatural’s death.

Because Qetsiyah doesn't see Bonnie as her descendant, she sees her as Elena Gilbert's friend. Similarly Bonnie doesn't see Qetsiyah as her ancestor, she sees her as Elena/the Salvatores' antagonist and/or resource.

It's the same reason, on a meta level, why Bonnie only meets Lucy when they're both working for a doppelganger, they bond briefly and she literally never appears on the show, except to be mentioned when white people bring them together again.

And that's because the relationships between Black (and POC) families only exists through white people. They have no relationship with each other.

I'm just going to quote my own meta about the underlining reasons (spoiler: the reason is racism) while the portrayal of Bonnie's family was weird. This was a meta about Bonnie and Abby, but it can be applied to Bonnie and Qetsiyah and basically any relationship between 2 non-white people on this show:

Every single character on this show has parental angst but only Bonnie is written as so removed from her [parents]. [The reason why] is to subtly de-humanise two [non-White] women so as to make their lives worth nothing to each other but rather to define their worth to be only as much as it has value to your White heroine and her white hero. And that modus operandi stretches as far back as…

Slavery.

White slavers placed zero regard on familial bonds between their black slaves and were indifferent about separating families because they literally made themselves believe that there are no familial bonds between slaves. The only relationship that mattered was the one between the slaves and their masters. So families could be torn apart. Children ripped from their mother’s arms, siblings separated because white slavers didn’t want to acknowledge the same bonds of complicated love and loyalty in black families that they had in their own. So that they could still demand services from black slaves without feeling for one moment that they had broken the heart of a mother or a son or a husband or sister.

That’s exactly what TVD through the hands of Julie Plec, Dries and whoever else was responsible for that fuckery wrote for Bonnie and her family. It’s probably subconscious like the way most of racism in the media is, which makes it even more insidious than an overt display.

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anidealiveson · 3 years

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Thanksvember Master Post

Day 1 - Like Coming Home - It has a super rare “wholesome plot twist”! Without spoiling anything too huge, I really like that @julesherondalex took the time to talk about how important it is to take care of yourself first. You can’t love someone else properly, the way they deserve, if you don’t have that same love for yourself. I wasn’t expecting the heartbreaking scene, but the beautiful way in which that topic was was approached neither took away from the story or the joy.

Day 2 - Must Love Dogs - An incredibly fluffy (literally) fic that I loved reading. @rosehallshadowsinger did a really great job weaving Azriel and Elain’s canon personalities into this adorable AU scenario. It is obvious @rosehallshadowsinger took care to create believable personalities for two characters that didn’t get POVs in the books.

Day 3 - Striking Matches - I have to say that I wasn’t at all attracted to an AU fic about firefighters. I was also not a big Rowaelin fan before that, but I was work procrastinating so I gave it a try. Wellll, 30 parts later, I found myself delighted at the writing and sad it was over. I couldn’t believe how well @shyvioletcat cat was able to entirely re-characterize these two into such a different setting, yet still retaining what made them popular in the books. Aelin was perfect in her role as a snarky schoolteacher irritating the stoic firefighter Rowan. And the descriptions of the kids lining up at the firehouse demonstration and Jake’s adorable prodding was icing on the cake.

Day 4 - Close Quarters - I really loved the way @lady-therion wrote Nesta in this modern AU. I particularly like how she equates Nesta’s sometimes standoffish attitude as a very relatable personality trait. She has trouble reading people and gauging situations. It’s well written and the dialogue is unique for a plot that is common in ff!

Day 5 - Like A Lonely House - It’s got a colossal I love Lucy level misunderstanding mixed in with a lot of tension and angst. This Nesta that is full of sacrifice and duty and fire is how I imagine the Nesta who feels that she has a stake in the Fae world would be like. @featherymalignancy wove such a captivating new world in Macar, that it felt a lot like being introduced to the 8th court in the ACOTAR world.

Day 6 - Death Dance - There are several takes out there that touch on Nesta in the Ilyrian camps, but I love how @thewayshedreamed interpreted Nesta’s skills on the battlefield as a calculated dance. Nesta has always been a raging storm, but I love how @thewayshedreamed took care to show us a Nesta that channeled that storm into discipline. If SJM never intended to release a Nessian focused book, I would have considered this a satisfying end to their story.

Day 7 - One Night Standards - I love the way @sassyhobbits writes Aelin with her typical extremely sassy exterior, but also made sure to saddle her with a vulnerable side that runs deep. I normally don’t care for slow burns, but I like the pace of her relationship with Rowan here, and that they had to work hard at it. I also like the plot lines that involved their PR stunts and how the public grew to love them as well.

Day 8 - Goose Chasing - Its the most absurd plot of any fanfic I’ve read! The title is not figurative. Its really does involve chasing a goose. @rhysismydaddy did a fantastic job encapsulating the spirit of silly Cassian and grumpy Nesta in a situation they’d likely never find themselves in, yet making it entirely believable.

Day 9 - Manon Chooses The Worst Babysitter Possible - It’s such a casual and fluffy and hilarious read. It was fun to read about a softer and more delicate Manon. Through this absurd mistake, @sarah-bae-maas did an excellent job really humanizing Manon and postulating a fun in-world domestic scenario.

Day 10 - My Hunger Knows No Bounds - @perseusannabeth manages to take a simple concept and weave a sweet narrative. I particularly love how @perseusannabeth incorporated her personal details into it and took the time to share her lovely culture with us.

Day 11 - Knowing me, Knowing you - We never got to actually see Aelin rule Terrasen (well we got a tinyyy bit) in the books. Though this was modern day, @nalgenewhore tells a fun story of what that could have been like.

Day 12 - Forever (is a long time) - @noodlecatposts takes Elide and Lorcan’s completely polar opposite personalities and spins an interesting (and frankly quite adorable) story. All the rules crack me up. My favorite Lorcan is the one that reminds me of Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. Currently, he is in the middle of grumpily fixing up her flooded room, so I am sure that my favorite parts are yet to come.

Day 13 - Go Your Own Way - I appreciate @tomtenadia for putting to words a scene that I desperately wanted in ACOWAR or even ACOFAS. A lovely parallel to an equally lovely Fleetwood mac song.

Day 14 - In Which She Makes A Friend - It is no surprise that the fandom wants Nesta to find her place in the Illyrian mountains and even bring about some social change with the female warriors. But the way @bookstantrash got there was such a wonderful and endearing journey. Big fan of the callbacks to how Kaelin was treated and the similarities to a certain Illyrian warrior was when he was younger. We got to see a sweet Nesta, who I’d like to think was attempting to make up for some of her regrets through taking care of Kaelin.

Day 15 - The Ranch - As a huge fan of Sweet Home Alabama, its should be no surprise that I loved this fic by @tacmc . I enjoyed the slow change that we saw in a stubborn Nesta as she opened up to this new way of life and reconnected with her sisters and found a home with Cassian.

Day 16 - Felons - Such a unique interpretation of Nesta and Cassian. I really like the self-sacrificing Nesta angle and @rhysismydaddy did a great job weaving intrigue into the unraveling of what we knew to be a her innocence. I never read The Witness, but this really made me want to.

Day 17 - Of Books and Timber - Cassian offers to build a shelf for Nesta. The way @duskandstarlight goes through the entire range of emotions through Nesta is brilliant. She starts out with cold indifference, but by the end, we get from her a sweet and tender gesture of gratitude. Showing that meeting each other halfway with small gestures is all they ever needed.

Day 18 - You Should Sleep In My Bed More Often - I absolutely loved this quick exchange between Nesta and Cassian after she accidentally injures him. I can’t believe how much I laughed out loud when Cassian said “I need you to protect me closer”. @charincharge perfectly captured the teasing childish essence of Cassian and Nesta’s hilarious victim-blaming was so on the nose that I might have thought this was taken right out of ACOSAF.

Day 19 - The Right Swipe - I really enjoyed this take on the inner circle mixed with the super modern online dating plot. I especially love that @redisriding created genuinely realistic characters (body issues, social anxiety etc). Great read!

Day 20 - Goldfish Prompt - What a fun read. I love how frantic and much personality Feyre had here. I love how dedicated to her fish she was, and how that made her super endearing. Cute read from @azrielsiphons

Day 21 - The One With The Snowstorm - What I really like is that Cassian actually says that he is sorry for his part in Nesta’s exile. I am not bitter about it, but it was an interesting turn. They need to meet halfway here and I rarely see it so well written as @joysbell has done here!

Day 22 - Prompt - A lovely and cute and sweet prompt written by @crowsvalentine! I love the ramp up of suspense just to get to the hilarious payoff. Its adorable and worth the quick read.

Day 23 - Fix It - is one by @thewayshedreamed that I love in its simplicity. It’s a small little argument Cassian and Nesta get into, but its still compelling. It’s sweet and super endearing the way the two of them are written and the subtle way they work through it. Great read!

Day 24 - I Do Bad Things To You - The mob angle may have been done before, but I don’t think with as much care and regard that @tswaney17 has been giving it. I how the canon personalities of the characters translate so well into this modern AU. Its very obvious that @tswaney17 has done her research. I especially love all the details around Elain as a surgeon. The story is compelling and well written and every chapter has me wanting more.

Day 25 - Love Her Like She should Be Loved - This is an excellent fic that I really loved. @julemmaes did such a great job translating some of the canon tension from ACOFAS into a modern world. It’s ripe with emotion, drama and quite a bit of heart. I love how earnestly Cassian comes to Nesta’s defense even in the face of going against his entire family. I like the reference to some very real psychological struggles. I think a lot of people can relate to it.

Day 26 - Literally In Love - I really enjoy the subtle mystery that follows this entire journey. I enjoy that @julesherondalex keeps us guessing, while simultaneously weaving a sweet and tender story about two shy teachers and just a slew of mishaps worthy of a Shakespearian drama.

Day 27 - The Shadow Bond - I love Azriel, and this is such a wonderful fic by @radientwings focusing on how his shadows might work. His shadows are the one thing that I am most curious about him in the series, so it was lovely to read such a well written interpretation of them.

Day 28 - Exes and Oh’s - Just a shout out to @highqueenofelfhame for this lovely story about rekindling past love. I like that even though the plot was uncomplicated, the emotions were not. I love that Aelin didn’t have a perfect reason for what she did, but sometimes that is just how things are. This is a story about taking a second chance, whether it’s deserved or not.

Day 29 - Fever - I really love this fic called Fever. I enjoyed how @lady-therion portrayed Nesta. She hit the entire gammut of characteristics (snarky, worried, vulnerable, caring, short-tempered, flirty, you name it!) but it really worked here. I found this nurse Nesta to be endearing and relatable and the dynamic between her and Cassian was very sweet. Just go read the damned thing.

Day 30 - Baby Steps - I really really love this fic. @runesandfaes did such a great job in just so few words to show a really sweet moment between Chaol, Yrene and their daughter learning to walk. I love the parallel back to when Chaol was learning to walk and the cameo of the golden couch. So sweet.

#thanksvember #fanfics #fanfiction

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desert-dyke · 3 years

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Pollen

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Fallout New Vegas Relationships:

Craig Boone/Arcade Gannon

Craig Boone & Female Courier

Characters:

Arcade Gannon

Craig Boone

Female Courier

Additional Tags:

Sex Pollen

Anal Sex

Frotting

Blow Jobs

an assortment of fun sexual favors

Strangers to Lovers

bottom boone

Smut

lil fluff at the end

Arcade and Boone are sent to survey Vault 22 only to discover some plant life there has some interesting side effects...

Arcade’s eyes wandered across various equipment in the lab. Not as nice as what he had to work with while with the Followers, but a lot better than other factions could brag. Sloan was talking to one of the scientists. He sort of zoned out by now. She was far from the brightest crayon in the pack and sometimes it was better not to hear her “brilliant” takes. He could tell a deal was being made. An exchange of caps promised. Yeah that always caught Sloan’s attention. “How do you feel about going to Vault 22?” Sloan asked, giving him that smile that suggested she wasn’t really asking. Arcade blinked. He promised to follow her and give her support, but he did not like where this was going. He could have sworn he heard something about someone disappearing, and research needing to be reacquired. It was the former part that unsettled him. “It’s got plants! You like that sort of thing,” Sloan appealed.

“Why can’t you go?” Arcade asked. Sloan’s sunburnt shoulders rose and fell again.

“I’ve got other business here.”

Arcade rolled his eyes. He had noticed the way her eyes seemingly glazed over when Corporal Betsy was talking to her. It was so characteristic of Sloan to ditch him to flirt with whatever pretty lady they encountered. He remembered losing her for nearly two days in Westside, only to find her holed up in the Thorn. Apparently her and Red Lucy got pretty close during that time.

“I’m not going alone,” he asserted. He could protect himself just fine, but if already someone had disappeared, Arcade did not want to add himself to the body count.

“Take Boone with you,” Sloan suggested. He couldn’t believe his initial reaction then but he actually preferred Sloan to Boone. It wasn’t that he was unfriendly towards the rest of Sloan’s friends. She definitely had interesting tastes when it came to making friends. Cass was a bit rough and rowdy. Raul was a sarcastic pushover. Lily was sweet and doting on Sloan, but he was certain she could and would snap him in half. But Boone? He was just quiet. In all honesty, Arcade didn’t know what to think of Boone. Not knowing his deal made Arcade cautious of him.

“Why Boone?” He questioned. Sloan shrugged again, but she was a terrible bluff. He could tell by the twitching corners of her mouth. She had her reasons, but she wasn’t going to tell him them.

“I’m tired of him moping around the 38,” she made the excuse. “Take him out. Show him a good time.” Her arm wrapped around Arcade’s shoulder. She was much shorter and had to pull him down to her height in order to do so. Arcade didn’t fight against it. “There’s a nuka cola quantum in it for you…”

“I could buy myself my own,” Arcade said. He rolled his eyes and shrugged his way out of Sloan’s hold. It hurt to bend like that. “Fine.”

Getting Boone to talk was like pulling teeth. On one hand, there was some peace to that. Boone was just about the only one at the Lucky 38 who didn’t try to probe Arcade for some history. He had the inkling that Boone genuinely did not care, whereas every one else only further inspired them to pry.

The silence began to wear on him after an hour of walking in it. Boone’s sun-shaded eyes darted along the desert expanding before them, on the lookout for any sign of trouble. He accepted that silence in this case meant stealth and cover from any wasteland creature who might do them harm. Yet the sound of wind whistling across an empty desert kept making Arcade look over his shoulder, thinking he heard the sound of voices.

Boone raised a clenched fist, his arm forming a right angle. Arcade crawled to a stop, unholstering his pistol. Boone had his rifle trained on an enemy hidden from Arcade’s view. He tried to squint his eyes, shading them from the scorching sun, but all he saw were dancing waves of heat.

Arcade jumped as Boone’s rifle fired. A hand accidentally touched the sniper’s back and was quickly brushed off with a grunt.

“What was it?” Arcade asked. Silence. Was he annoyed at his touch? Arcade sucked a breath in, but before he could speak, his ears rung with the sound of the rifle discharging. Boone fired twice more before standing. Arcade remained crouched for a moment longer, trying to process what happened. Boone began walking, indifferent to whether Arcade was following or not. He hustled to catch up with Boone. Finally, he saw something in the distance, coming from between the mountains. It looked overwhelmingly green.

Something crunched beneath Arcade’s tread. He looked down with disgust at the oversized insect he stepped on, it’s insides now covering his shoes. This must have been what Boone had seen and taken out long before it would even know they were there. His finger searched for the trigger of his plasma pistol, resting just in case there were any more nearby.

“Area’s clear,” Boone said. Whether that was meant to be reassuring was lost on Arcade. He checked the crudely drawn map he had been given, aligned it with surrounding landmarks. A red x marked the spot, in a small alcove of the mountain range, confirming what Arcade already knew. The green was where they needed to go.

It was even more overwhelming the closer they got. Vegetation was sparse in the mojave and what did was hardy and prickly. Not soft with fanlike waxy leaves, something he’d expect to see in the jungle, not here in the desert.

“I’m no botanist, but that doesn’t seem entirely natural,” Arcade remarked. He looked towards Boone, still silent. He lead the way, rifle in his hands. The vegetation grew denser the further they wandered into the alcove. It’s source was covered in it, so that Arcade almost didn’t recognize the entrance to vault 22. He was afraid to brush against the plants, unsure of what effects they might have. He had an antivenom on him, which could possibly work if something was poisonous, but wasn’t definite. However, if it triggered an allergic reaction, they would be plum out of luck.

Boone sauntered ahead without the same caution. Arcade hissed in a breath watching the skin of his arm touch a plant, expecting blistering welts to rise moments later. When nothing happened and Boone continued on ahead without him, Arcade relaxed only slightly and followed him into the vault.

Despite the lack of soil, the plants had no problem growing on the metal of the vault floors, walls, ceiling, literally anywhere he looked there was growth. Arcade jumped at the sudden metallic boom. Boone was no longer in the entrance with him. He heard another gunshot and deciphered Boone must’ve headed further inside. Arcade hustled, following the sound. Gunshots meant trouble. His feet flew down the stairwell, chasing noise, any sign of life. He halted, almost rushing into a figure rising from a cluster of flora. It was human shaped, but definitely not human. Arcade discharged his pistol into the back of the creature. It shrieked and burned as it crumpled to the ground. Boone turned around, realizing the creature had gotten dangerously close to him before Arcade shot it down. Arcade expected some hint of gratitude but Boone showed none.

“We’re not alone,” He said, instead. As if that much were not already obvious. The stairwell split into two opposing sides. “I’ll take that way,” Boone said, before heading down the stairs before Arcade could oppose them splitting up.

He held tight to his pistol as he ventured the other route. Boone’s gunshots echoed the metal walls. He was relieved to see they rejoined on the same floor. Boone took the liberty of surveying one of the rooms. Arcade took to the opposite, which looked to be a lab. Promising, Arcade thought.

He took out another plant-person as it rose from another cluster of flora. He wondered, with some morbidity, if these creatures were indeed once human. Maybe even the scientists working in this vault.

A light shone on a large blossom, catching Arcade’s attention. He approached with caution, pistol pointed forward in case another creature spawned from it. The blossom opened, releasing a visible cloud of spores. Instinctively, Arcade gasped. It smelled, he was embarrassed to admit, like sex. He pressed the sleeve of his lab coat to his face, trying to avoid breathing any more of it in and promptly left the room in search of Boone.

“We need to leave,” He told the sniper, when he encountered him loitering in one of the labs. “There’s spores in the air, and who knows what harm they could be if we breath them.” He thought of the corpse they found that looked like a human body entirely encased in flora. No doubt they would soon share a similar fate. Boone did not seem particularly riveted by Arcade’s words. Arcade felt his blood warm. Frustration. He knew he wasn’t exactly the type to give orders, but he wished Boone would at least listen to him. “We need gas masks and then we can try again. I’m sure Sloan would understand,” Arcade added, considering maybe Boone was afraid of disappointing Sloan.

“There’s spores in here too,” Boone stated, pointing towards a similar looking blossom.

“Yeah, exactly why we need to get out of here,” Arcade reiterated. He never realized how dull Boone was. Abandoning all caution, he reached for Boone’s hand, giving it a tug. Surprisingly, the contact earned no response from the other man.

“Are you feeling feverish?” Boone asked. Arcade paused. He had been feeling a little warmer and

his heart was pounding in his chest. He assumed it was out of ire towards the sniper. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. It was warm. “You look flushed,” Boone commented.

“Yeah, well something really fucked up is going on in this vault, so excuse me for being a little worked up,” Arcade replied. His heart was really pounding, as if he had just ran a lap around Freeside. Sure he was upset at Boone, but even he acknowledged that it was a bit of an exaggerated response to the situation. Unless it was the pollen he inhaled causing him to have an accelerated heart rate.

“Worked up is right,” Boone commented. He scratched his buzzed head under his beret. Arcade noticed how low Boone was looking. He followed his line of vision, noticed a small tent had formed in his pants. He could add this to the list of awkward moments he had gotten a boner.

“I’m not going to let you die down here just because you want to be difficult,” Arcade redirected the conversation back to what was most urgent. He grabbed the collar of Boone’s shirt and pulled. Boone swatted his hand away, but it got him to start moving.

Arcade kept his plasma pistol close in case they encountered any more of those spore creatures on the way back out. Every cluster of flora that broke through the metal floor of the vault put Arcade a little bit more at unease. He jumped upon seeing a corpse of one Boone had sniped earlier, laying among all of the plants.

The further up they went, the warmer Arcade felt. He was coated in a fierce sweat, as if he were fighting a fever, his glasses fogged a bit from the heat radiating from his body. Arcade paused to catch his breath. Boone took note.

“Hey,” The concern in his voice was forreign to Arcade. “What’s up?” That was probably the closest Boone was going to come to saying ‘are you okay?’

“I’m not going to lie, I’m not feeling great,” Arcade confessed. He was having a difficult time placing what was wrong. He did not feel ill. Despite the high body temperature, he knew he didn’t have a fever. He just felt exceptionally wound up, like he had just did a warm up lap and was ready to do more.

“Something’s not right,” Boone said, in agreement. Arcade looked towards him. Boone was looking flushed as well. He didn’t mean to look, but it was hard to ignore the swell tugging against cargo pants.

Boone stepped closer, causing Arcade to take a step back. He couldn’t see behind Boone’s sniper shades, but he thought he was pissed, that he was going to hurt him. Instead, Boone clutched Arcade’s sleeve, pinching it tight inside his fist. “I need help, Doc.”

Arcade’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He felt as rough as Boone looked, as if their bodies were going to give out from stress if relief didn’t come soon. “I don’t…” Arcade stuttered. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Bullshit,” Boone growled through clenched teeth.

Sweat loosened the pomade in Arcade’s hair, so that strands dangled in his face. He brushed them back, all the while leaning on a computer mainframe for support. He did have an idea of how to treat this condition. While it wasn’t an unpleasant idea, it also wasn’t something Arcade impulsively rushed into, like Sloan might. He had secrets to keep, secrets that didn’t belong with such intimate acts.

But he was also certain not doing so would kill them. Already the stress was taking a toll on Arcade’s body. He knew they wouldn’t make it far from the vault before one or both of them would suffer a stroke or cardiac arrest.

“Yes. Fine,” Arcade conceded. “Are you sure this is what you want?” Neither of them had any other choice, but Arcade needed consent before performing this sort of procedure.

Next thing Arcade knew, Boone’s hand was on the collar of his button down, pulling him down to his shorter height and mashing his lips against Arcade’s. His glasses clacked with Boone’s, knocking them askew on his face. Arcade removed his and rested it on the mainframe before returning his lips to Boone’s.

Boone’s breath was hot on his face. He kissed ravenously, like Boone had been wandering the Mojave for days and Arcade was the first drink of water. His hands grasped at Arcade with the same urgency, while constantly shifting place, as if Boone was still trying to figure out what felt right.

Arcade stifled the question in his mind of whether Boone had ever been with a man before. He was confident Boone hadn’t engaged in sexual activities since the loss of his wife. Being close to someone now must have been weird to him, regardless of anatomy.

He decided to offer Boone some assistance, and pulled his lab coat off before beginning to unbutton his shirt. It clung to his body, damp with sweat. Boone eyed him for a moment before doing the same with his t-shirt.

His stocky torso shined with sweat. His skin was battered with scars all at different stages of healing, but his shape was soft and inviting. Round pectoral muscles and a slight pudge of stomach cushioning ropes of muscles beneath. Arcade would be lying if he said he never found Boone attractive previously, he just didn’t think Boone would be interested. Even now, Boone hesitated. He realized Boone was waiting for his direction.

Arcade took his hands in his own and guided them towards his chest. Boone traced along his torso before eagerly coming in for another kiss. Their chests pressed together, he could feel the heat radiating off of Boone. Arcade was painfully erect and the slightest brush of cloth against his groin made him ache.

He reached between their bodies to free himself from his pants. Boone mirrored him before turning around and leaning against the mainframe. Arcade was taken aback, watching as Boone waited for him. Two pale mounds that were his now exposed ass facing in his direction. Now it was Arcade’s turn to be cautious.

Boone looked over his shoulder towards Arcade. “Please.” His voice was low, so that he almost missed it.

Arcade held his hips between his hands. He lined himself up and then pressed in. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped from him. Boone bit down on his own hand. At first he was worried it was bad for him, then he realized Boone was trying to stifle his own noise.

“Harder.”

Arcade obliged. Each thrust came easier than the one before and scratched at his itch. Finally the tension building inside of him felt right instead of something that wanted to kill him. Shamefully, Arcade did not last long, nor did Boone, as the latter climaxed shortly after him. Much to Arcade’s surprise, he was still hard as he pulled out.

“That’s...new,” He remarked. Boone turned around, his erection mirroring his own.

Before Arcade could question if these effects were going to be permanent, Boone was on him again. His bare cock brushed against Arcade’s. Even the slightest touch made small fires light inside of him. He watched as Boone lined them up. Boone’s hands were rough with callouses, but warm as he surrounded them both. Arcade placed his slender fingers over Boone’s, squeezing their hold tighter as together they pumped. Boone leaned his head on Arcade’s shoulder. He could hear every raspy breath that shook through Boone, mixed in with a small, whispered ‘fuck.’ Arcade gasped as Boone bit his neck. It must have done something for him, because next thing he knew, he was releasing again, this time onto Boone’s stomach. Boone’s hot fluid dripped onto his fingers.

Arcade was out of breath. Carefully, he lowered himself onto a patch of the vault’s floor that didn’t look as dirty as the rest. His chest heaves, deprived of air. His heart still thunders, but not with the same urgency as before. His member, though still firm, was beginning to wilt ever so slightly.

Boone knelt beside him. Arcade now noticed that his beret had fallen off at some point, leaving his buzzed haircut exposed. It sparkled with flecks of sweat that dripped onto his temples.

“I think...it’s working,” Arcade commented. He leaned his head against the mainframe, feeling like he was going to collapse from exhaustion.

“We’re not done yet,” Boone said. He crawled closer before he laid on his belly before Arcade, his head in the researcher’s lap. Arcade gasped as he felt Boone’s hot breath against his cock, moments before he took Arcade inside of his mouth.

At first, Arcade watched as Boone’s head bobbed, afraid to touch him, which was probably silly considering everything that had happened between them recently. He gave in and gently raked his fingers through the bristles of Boone’s cropped hair. Boone’s moan vibrated against his cock, causing Arcade’s breath to catch. This part lasted longer. Or maybe Arcade’s head was clear enough that he could finally concentrate on what was happening, rather than all his previous actions passing by in blurred emotions. Before was so desperate, like relieving pain. This...this was kind of...nice, he had to admit.

When Arcade inevitably released, he half expected Boone to pull away in disgust. Instead, he accepted the load without complaint. Arcade reached for his canteen and downed half of it, attempting to replenish all the water his body had sweated out. He wiped excess moisture from his lips as he offered the canteen to Boone. Boone accepted.

“What about you?” Arcade asked. His eyes drifted to the semi-erection that bounced between Boone’s legs as he shifted. Boone finished off the canteen before answering.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

He sealed the empty canteen and handed it back to Arcade, before shirking his cargo pants back up his thighs. “Yeah.”

Arcade watched him straighten out his clothes, pushing his shades back up his nose and readjusting his beret atop his head. He didn’t seem to be changing his mind anytime soon.

“We should leave,” he said. Arcade had to agree, before they encountered more spores. He wasn’t sure how many times his body could go through something like that before it finally quit.

His vision cleared once his glasses returned to rest before his eyes. Arcade covered himself again while Boone stood watch, holding his rifle. If they had been attacked while lost in their frenzy of desire, they would have been goners. Arcade could count himself lucky that hadn’t been a problem.

“Hey,” Arcade sought his attention, touching his arm lightly. He half expected Boone to flinch away from his touch, but he didn’t. His shaded eyes turned towards Arcade. Arcade brushed his lips against Boone’s. They tasted salty of sweat and his own cum. Boone’s lips moved gently in response, feeling for the briefest of moments the wetness of a tongue before it ended as abruptly as it began.

“We can’t tell Sloan,” Boone said, after an elongated moment of silence.

“Absolutely not,” Arcade said, in agreement, before the two headed back towards the surface.

#my fics #fallout #fallout new vegas #arcade gannon #craig boone #arcade/boone #boonecade

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we-are-the-amb · 3 years

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I was thinking today, about how glasses and light sensitivity could be seen as symbolic of abusive, or dangerous family dynamics in TLB.

So, this idea stemmed from the behavioural changes we see in Michael, after he is half turned and therefore becomes sensitive to sunlight, and starts wearing sunglasses all the time. Tiredness causes him to become distant and indifferent towards his family, even outright nasty, at times. Even Sam berates him for “giving attitude” and making cruel jokes to Grandpa. When Lucy attempts to have a sincere conversation with Michael, she asks him to remove his sunglasses and look at her. These things planted the idea of sunglasses representing familial dysfunction.

Then, I realised that Michael is not the only person we see wearing sunglasses. Over the course of the film we see at least five other characters wearing sunglasses. The elder Frogs, Grandpa Emerson, Lucy and Sam. Let’s see how they fit in, here.

The elder Frogs are the only characters who are never once seen, without their sunglasses. I have spoken multiple times about how we can see signs of neglect within the Frog family. The overall atmosphere of disconnection and coldness between the Frog brothers and their parents. If Michael wearing sunglasses is symbolic of his distancing himself from his family, then what does it mean when we see the Frog parents wear them constantly? Yes, there is the literal interpretation that they are trying to hide their daytime naps, possibly bloodshot eyes, too. However, their glasses could also symbolise their detachment from their own children and their environment. Lucy asked Michael to remove his glasses so that she could look him in the eye. Is the implication that the elder Frogs never look at, or make eye contact with their boys?

Then there is Grandpa. It would be unfair to call Grandpa Emerson abusive, but he does exhibit some neglectful traits throughout the film. Many have noted Grandpa’s complete and total silence, not only on the subject of vampirism in Santa Carla, but also the threat that Max held over his family. The most notable instance of Grandpa wearing sunglasses, is immediately after Lucy’s failed talk with Michael. Michael has come home without any answers, or solutions, and Grandpa watches him enter, through his sunglasses. At this point, you would imagine that Grandpa has seen enough to at least guess what is going on with Michael, but he still says nothing. The glasses in this case, could indicate a state of denial that there’s is anything wrong in the family.

Now, we get to Lucy and Sam. I find this particularly interesting. Lucy and Sam are seen wearing sunglasses in only one scene, to my memory. This is when Lucy tries to drop an apology gift at Max’s house, and is chased away by Thorn. I believe that here, the glasses indicate the potential for neglect in both of them. Max’s presence in Lucy’s life seems to cause her to become progressively dismissive of her children. This development is slow and Lucy does attempt to address the dysfunction within her family. Lucy is not a bad person, but her determination to form a relationship with Max sees her becoming more interested in his concerns than those of her sons, as well as unintentionally adopting some of his undesirable traits. Therefore, this scene which shows Lucy being chased away from Max’s home, while wearing sunglasses, not only foreshadows the revelation about what Max is, but would also seem to be a warning for her. An indication that she is heading down the wrong path.

As for Sam, his wearing glasses could point to a latent disenchantment with Michael. Michael assured him that he would figure things out, but came home empty handed. Doubtless, Sam feels helpless and probably very frustrated with Michael. The glasses could symbolise that he was on the cusp of giving up on him. Then, however, he hears his mother calling him for help. He takes off his glasses and leaps out the car to help her. I need this scene, he is given a clue as to who the head vampire is, but he is also reminded of what his family means to him. He is not going to let them be devoured, so he takes off s glasses and sheds his indifference.

I must also make a brief mention of light sensitivity in vampires and how this factors into the theme of familial abuse, here. As the symptoms of vampirism in Michael worsen, the more strained his relationship with his family becomes. I have spoken, before, about the idea that a vampire’s aversion to the sun, ties into their aversion to the love of God, or an inability to accept it. Similarly, here, the way the Lost Boys burn in the sun could indicate the lovelessness with the family, at least between them and Max. We are given multiple implications that Max is a distant and rather cruel father figure, which become more obvious after his vampirism is revealed. This is best represented by his casual reaction to the death star of his sons, all of which were due to a plan he had concocted.

In the caves, when Edgar and Alan pull Sam out of David’s grasp, they pull David’s arm into the light and he gets burnt. I feel like there is some foreshadowing there, that Max’s selfishness will eventually lead to David’s death. There is also the juxtaposition of Sam’s loving family life, against David’s family life full of secrecy and manipulation. It should also be noted, the way David glows upon his death. He glows like the sun he had to hide away from, and a brief expression of ecstasy appears on his face. Kiefer Sutherland has stated that this was David experiencing the innocence and carelessness he had known, before being turned. Again, think back to the grip that David had on Sam, back in the caves. It was as if, symbolically he was reaching for what Sam had, only to be burned by it, forbidden from it. Only as he was dying, did he remember what it was to be a boy, like Sam.

#the lost boys #lost boys

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miraculouscontent · 4 years

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Pokemon anon again! I'd like to hear anything you have strong opinions on (either your personal ships, ones you dislike, etc). I just really like reading your thoughts, so whatever you feel like sharing is fine.

Welcome back, Pokénon!

And sure, I can do that!

Alright, so in terms of ships I dislike (I’m going to go with the English names just so I’m not constantly using both names)...

I guess I should get the obvious ones out of the way, because I’m not really a fan of either “Ash ship” extreme:

Poke//Shipping (Ash X Misty) and Amour//Shipping (Ash X Serena)

I don’t like either of them.

For Poke//Shipping, I have never liked aggressive tsundere characters and Misty is basically a textbook example of that. It’s not that I have a problem with strong/tomboy-ish (though honestly I don’t consider Misty a tomboy anyway) female characters, which I know it sounds like that when I have a distaste for characters like Alix too, but when they’re brash and angry and just so generically “TOMBOY GIRL POWER,” it grates on my nerves.

The idea of having an aggressive character - y’know - be aggressive to their love interest and then cue the sad music when the love interest argues with them or makes any sort of hurtful implication just... no.

Like, I want you to imagine the most sarcastic Clarity possible and then picture me as a little girl watching the scene where Misty is officially leaving the group, because that was literally just me like, “oh noooo, she’s goooone.”

It’s the same reason I don’t do Rocket//Shipping (James X Jessie). One character is too aggressive and the other character doesn’t even come close to balancing it out.

There’s also the fact that nothing comes out of Poke//Shipping. Misty is canonically crushing on Ash (*flashbacks to the friggin’ second movie where they shove it in your face*) but it’s just... there, not to mention that scene where Misty is talking casually to Ash like, “you and I will be married too someday,” which came completely out of left field and - whether for a joke or not - made little kid me very uncomfortable.

Like I said, it’s just there and doesn’t go anywhere, and Ash is already so oblivious that of course he wouldn’t get that Misty is in love with him. It’s basically a long-running gag of Misty pulling a surprised Pikachu face whenever Ash doesn’t understand that she likes him/wants to stay with him/literally wants anything specific from him.

As for Amour//Shipping, I did admittedly like it at first, but just--ugh, oh boy.

First, it’s shipping fanservice, kinda like Pokemon 2000 throwing a bone to the shippers except now it’s the whole two seasons. My followers know how I feel about fanservice just for fanservice and that’s basically all that Amour//Shipping is. That’s why Serena was already made to have met Ash when they were children; so the writers could get a “headstart” on all the blushy fanservice they could squeeze in on Serena’s end.

I fell off the ship sometime around Wulfric, particularly with the scene where Serena comforts Ash. Just that whole, “this isn’t like you,” and then trying to compare her contest losses to Ash’s battles as if Ash hasn’t been at this for seasons upon seasons and battles aren’t a completely different category because they involve actually watching one’s Pokemon get physically hurt (Pokemon battles are a sport, yes, but it doesn’t change anything; Ash also has a special Greninja so of course he’s going to be upset that having all this experience still isn’t enough to just sweep). Like, to relate to someone, yes, it helps to have something you can use as a mental comparison, but that comparison is (usually) supposed to stay mental.

Anyway, after Ash shouts at her because she doesn’t know how he feels at all (because she doesn’t) and he just wanted to be left alone (because he did), Serena throws snowballs at his face and that apparently helps make Ash feel better because Serena can do no wrong here and that just so happened to be exactly what he needed.

(I mean, that whole gym battle and what follows is already pretty trash but that solidified it for me. Basically everything XY&Z added were things I just didn’t care about.)

Oh, and Serena is also implied to steal a kiss from Ash at the very end of the season and you guys know how I feel about that. It’s mostly the fact that she’s so non-apologetic about it, just smiling and blushy and all happy whereas here’s me like, “Wait, I’m pretty sure we just missed a crucial step here??? Since when were you sure that Ash had a thing for you???”

So yeah, I’m not a fan of either ship. I have vague opinions about basically all other ships (The ship between Ash and Iris aka ”You’re such a kid” girl can rot), but Poke//Shipping and Amour//Shipping are the ones I have the strongest negative feelings for.

Brock being shipped with basically anyone is a no no for me. The guy flirts with anything that moves and I have never found it funny or charming. The closest thing young me ever came to a ship with him was Luck//Shipping (Brock X Pike Queen Lucy) but that’s basically it, and it honestly could’ve just been me thinking the idea that Ash and Brock both getting together with Battle Frontier people (I was for Ability//Shipping - Ash X Sailor Maiden Anabel - at the time) was a neat idea and both episodes that featured the respective ships had BLUSH FUEL.

I recall being into Advance//Shipping (Ash X May) when I was young (I was a multishipper back then, you see) but I avoided thinking about it too much because I wasn’t a huge fan of Max (aka “Iris before Iris existed”) and Norman’s game counterpart infuriates me even to this day so I just didn’t want to imagine Ash having to deal with those sorts of things. Plus, looking back on it, he and May were little too similar (then again, maybe that’s why I liked it?).

I expected to enjoy Aurelia//Shipping (Ash X Lillie) when I was getting into the Sun&Moon seasons but it didn’t really do anything for me. I guess maybe I was so burnt out after Amour//Shipping that I wasn’t in a shippy mood anymore? Though, it could also be that their relationship isn’t as “balanced” as I would’ve liked.

Anyway though, as for the ships I actually really like instead of just being indifferent towards or outright disliking, the big one really is just Pearl//Shipping. I suppose it makes sense given that I’m not a multishipper, don’t like Brock enough to ship him with anyone, and most other travel companions are ones I either hadn’t gotten attached to or that I’d paired with Ash long enough that, once I got older, I couldn’t really picture them with other people because my memory of their moments wasn’t strong enough.

Yeah though, PEARL//SHIPPING, I ADORE IT. Like, I’ll try to explain it as best as I can without rambling, but basically:

Dawn doesn’t make excuses when she wants to go with Ash. No “my bike," no meandering, just really casual.

THEY SING THE JAPANESE OPENING TOGETHER AND IT’S RAD. “High Touch” is like, my favorite opening theme???? And they do a duet for it??? I just???? Yes???????

It’s the little things. High-fives are like, their thing. They traded Pokemon with each other which is like, really rare for the series and it made total sense. They both have a Pokemon they keep out of their Pokeball who doesn’t want to evolve (Piplup was the Eevee partner from Let’s Go before it was cool) and no, Misty’s Togepi doesn’t count because it was Gold and Silver’s posterchild. Ash and Dawn also both gave up a speedy physical Pokemon (Primeape and Ambipom respectively) so they could participate in some sort of Pokemon sport that doesn’t exist in the games while I scream in the background because I really like said Pokemon.

DAWN IS ASH’S CHEERLEADER. SHE LITERALLY CHEERS FOR HIM DURING GYM MATCHES. THAT’S PRECIOUS.

They help and get ideas off of each other, which I think is really cool. Them trading Pokemon just furthers that sort of dynamic.

Them just supporting each other in general. There’s a moment where Dawn takes a pretty harsh loss and Ash can be seen sulking like he really gets how she’s feeling.

It also helps that Diamond and Pearl were one of the better seasons of the anime. Paul is a solid rival, I really like the creative battle techniques like spinning and countershield, and just Chimchar in general honestly. I remember the baking episode “Cooking Up a Sweet Story!” vividly and all the feels it gave me.

Yeah though. It’s not any sort of OTP pairing or anything, but out of all of the anime Pokemon ships, Pearl//Shipping is probably my favorite. I’d probably ship them a lot more if they were a little older (like, on par with the protagonists of the Black & White games, who are closer to 14/15; it’s just easier to get a gauge on personality that way).

#non ml talk #other: ask and answer #((The Gen 4 seasons do have a few weird episodes obviously but basically all the seasons do.))#((I guess I don't think as much when I watch them (though I could roast XY&Z for DAYS) because the main media of the series is the games.))#((I liked Gen 5 the best in that case by the way.))#((Black and White and their sequels are my favorites.))

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miraculousmidnightreviews · 4 years

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Chain of Gold Review

By Cassandra Clare 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟/5 stars

Summary: Clare continues her Shadowhunter series with a new trilogy that follows James and Lucie Herondale, along with their childhood friend Cordelia Carstairs as they navigate London society in the early twentieth century as well as strange demonic activity that threatens more than their world.

The Good (Because let’s be honest, there’s nothing bad about this book): Once again, Cassandra Clare dragged me back into the Shadowhunter world, and I gladly welcomed it. I will probably read Clare’s books until I die as she is one of my favorite authors and the world of Shadowhunters is one I am always willing to immerse myself in over and over again. Besides her fantastic worldbuilding, Clare’s characters are always extremely compelling, and Chain of Gold is no exception. I think my favorite part about this novel was the characters and their relationships to one another; the relationships of Clare’s characters are far from simple, often entangled in overlapping webs of romance, friendship, and more. Furthermore, this review is less like a review and more like a rant about my love for the Chain of Gold characters and relationships.

*Beware spoilers below!*

Matthew: One of my first thoughts while reading this book was that Matthew and Lucie are really cute. Although I desperately wish they could be together, I know Clare has more planned for them, and it’s probably futile for me to ship them but alas. I also adore Matthew and just want to protect him at all costs. While I would be happy if Matthew and Lucie got together, I also want the best for Matthew, even if that is a completely new character he can fall in love with. That brings me to this freaking love triangle. At first, I wasn’t entirely sure that Matthew was falling for Cordelia because I thought he was already in love with James! I don’t know if I read too into their parabatai relationship but it seems to me like Matthew is falling for two people who don’t reciprocate his feelings...my poor baby.

Lucie: I absolutely love Lucie! I knew I would since I first heard about her character before the book came out. I’m not sure how I feel about her relationship with Jesse (although I did begin to miss him after he faded away); I think I need the sequel in order to be convinced of their romance. All I can really say is: I. NEED. MORE. GHOST. POWERS. Lucie’s powers are fascinating, and I was a little disappointed to see that they weren’t as big of a focus in this book as James’ powers. I hope we get to explore them more in Chain of Iron. (Let Lucie raise the dead!)

Cordelia: Weirdly enough, I felt kind of indifferent towards Cordelia when I first started Chain of Gold. But now that I’ve finished, I will protect her at all costs because I love her. She is such a bombass bitch! I especially enjoyed how she protected her family and pushed against the bounds of society. I wasn't entirely sold on her romance with James (Who couldn’t love the Whispering Room scene though??), but now that they’re in a fake arranged marriage, I can get on board. I can’t wait for the pining, and I know Cassie won’t let me down!

James: I just need him to get this fucking bracelet off!! I love all Herondales but I could love James a lot more without the bracelet. All in all, he’s such a sweetie and I literally cannot.

Grace: I’m open to seeing Grace grow as a character in the next two books but for now, she’s far from one of my favorites. I did find it intriguing when she wanted to team up with Lucie; I look forward to that subplot in Chain of Iron.

Anna: Bombass bitch. I was hoping she’d figure out the bracelet’s powers but still: bombass bitch.

Thomas & Alastair: I liked Thomas just fine. However, I was pleasantly surprised as to how much I enjoyed reading about Alastair. I was prepared to hate him but Cassie always surprises me. He’s one of the most interesting secondary characters because of his past actions. Even though he has a lot to atone for, I look forward to seeing his development, including his future relationship with Thomas. (Please ditch Charles soon!)

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laufire · 3 years

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Killjoys for the meme?

the character I least understand: I’ve come to really dislike this question lol. I understand these people!! I’m good at understanding!! They are well written there’s no mystery here!!! xDD

interactions I enjoyed the most: everything, literally everything involving my snobby wife Delle Seyah Kendry. Kendry and Dutch? Delightfully antagonistic with extra UST, family dinners are going to be fun. Kendry and Johnny, with that layer of hostility and legitimate hate? More pls. Kendry and D’avin? EVERY show should have a duo like them. Kendry and both Johnny and D’av? Absolutely hilarious. Kendry and Jaq is super touching. And ofc Kendry and Aneela, a really fucking gr10 otp.

Putting aside Kendry for a moment xDD: Johnny and Lucy (Lucy is the ship’s AI. They’re in love), Jaq and Dutch (their subplot broke my heart in s4), Dutch and her messy, messy family (Aneela, Khlyen, the original Yalena), Dutch and Johnny (non-sexual life partners!!) & D’avin (I was unsure about them at first but they slowly won me over and their s4 subplot with Jaq sold the deal. And all three together are just delightful), Jaq & Aneela (he loves his murder mom SO MUCH!!!). Also, Fancy & everyone. I wish Fancy and Kendry had scenes together but the world might’ve collapsed xDD

the character who scares me the most: if Aneela came after me I would straight up collapse and play dead, no question. The Lady is terrifying too. If someone with her powers existed, I would just abandon the planet xD

the character who is mostly like me: hmm. In some ways I can relate to Johnny I guess? Sometimes to D’av too, which is kind of hilarious.

hottest looks character: Yalena “Dutch” Yardeen. I MEAN:

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[Caption: gifs of Dutch (sitting in bed covering herself with a sheet pointing a gun; a close-up to her face that shows off her blue yes; looking over her shoulder with a backless fuchsia dress; another close-up while she smiles, with braided hair; in a white dress undercover, with a glass of champagne.]

one thing I dislike about my fave character: first I should finally make an executive decision on who my fave is xDD. It comes to Kendry (she’s such a delight!! She elevates the show!!) and Dutch (I could cry rivers or tears for this woman. RIVERS). For Kendry, I don’t like that she’s not in every episode and that one time she had her hair straight down, it’s not her look xD. Dutch is perfect, flaws and hangups and all.

one thing I like about my hated character: I don’t actually hate anybody here lol. The closest would be Jaqobis Senior, but he’s just so... unimportant. A worm. I’m very happy for Johnny and D’av that he’s out of their lives and proud of how firm they are in that decision though.

a quote or scene that haunts me: Dutch and Khlyen’s (her father figure) long-awaited confrontation gave me chills (“I want you to stop making me feel small so you can feel big! I want you to stop hurting me so that you can save me. Because the only person I’ve ever needed saving from is you!”). It haunts me. Dutch’s last scene with The Lady too. Or D’av and Dutch’s fight over Jaq in s4 *-*

a death that left me indifferent: this show had few deaths (among mains and recurring characters, I mean) and even fewer permanent deaths -I sympathise with the writers’ reticence so much lol. And the ONLY permanent death that affected me was that of a pretty secondary character in s4 xD. So I guess... everyone else’s. Like, I couldn’t care less about Kendry killing [redacted] in s2 or Aneela killing [redacted] in s3. They were alright and I’m sorry it hurt Johnny and Dutch respectively but *shrugs*.

a character I wish died but didn’t: n/a. I actually dig how squeamish the show is about this xDD

my ship that never sailed: ............ Jaq/The Lady lmfao *hiddes*. I mean, there’s problematic and then there’s “I ship the most precious boy with the ultimate villain who also wants to parasitize his body” LMFAO. But in those last few episodes I was feeeeeeling it. Apparently, I’m the only one because there’s nothing with them in ao3 *grumbles*. This fandom is too small :(((. They’re in my WIP list because it’d actually be ridiculously easy to write something about them post-series IMO xDD

#missbrunettebarbie #replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #killjoys thoughts #killjoys #thank you!#i loved talking about this show lol

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ifritini · 5 years

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So the prompt was from a conversation that basically went “wait video games are real in FFXV that means I can play my favourite games haha nice” which devolved “haha the lads reacting to you falling for vidy game characters” and going with it. Basically I took a shitpost prompt and ran with it.

Noctis Lucis Caelum

He is OFFENDED the moment you either say it casually or let it slip. After all he's the one who suggested playing the game together to spend time together, only for you to proclaim your love for one of the characters. To think you'd fall for someone that's not him and admit to it just like that? Preposterous.

In his mind he knows it's all fictional and you truly love him. His heart however? It knows a thing or two about jealousy from even one offhand comment about your new fave video game spouse. There are of course doubts here and there over just how much you truly love him but he tries to ignore them. Success varies depending on his current peace of mind. As best as he tries to keep this jealousy up under wraps, it's hard for Noctis to not subconsciously pout over it.

He knows you love him more than that person on the television screen but sometimes knowing for himself isn't enough and you telling him that your love for him is far greater if not entirely incomparable to that of a fictional character. He knows it's petty and childish, but he will be smug about it. Perhaps even a "Take that!" directed at them.

Takes up to teasing you over it. "Oh look, there's your Prince not as charming as me." whenever they appear on screen. No, the pillow to the face won't shut him up no matter how many times you throw it at him.

Prompto Argentum

He is distraught. Shaken. His own chocobae betraying him like this, in his own home no less. He is quickly reduced into a mess faster than you can add onto your passing comment; "Man I think I'm falling for this character.". He believes his entire love life career has ended then and there. Prompto has been trying to play the game of love and he just got a fatality.

He's known jealousy towards characters before, wishing he was as cool or as smart as them in the past but now he's found a new type: your affection for them. He puffs out his chest and attempts to be ten times cooler ten times braver and ten times more badass than his newfound rival and it's hard for him to be subtle about it.

Prompto does need to be told that it's only a passing fictional crush and your love for him outshines the crush for this character, and always will. Sure they're neat but he's the whole cake with a cherry on top.

Apologises weeks later for his crisis because he progressed further in the game and fell in love with a separate character and understands precisely how you feel. You two bond over your fictional crushes and holding their hands while lounging on Prompto's couch holding each other's hands.

Gladiolus Amicitia

He is indifferent. Partially indifferent. The other part is mildly offended he now has competition he can't square up with face to face. Can this character hold you in their arms? Give you kisses? Take you on long hikes? No? Then what's the point of loving them when he's right there ready to do all that and more.

He can't say much though. He plays a ton of fighting games (and mostly got good at them to wipe the floor with Noctis whenever they played against each other) and Astrals know how many times he's felt a little swoon over either lady or man who could snap his spine in half with no effort. Not to count the same crushes with the same standards from the plethora of books he's read. To protest your crush would make him a hypocrite and Gladiolus most certainly isn't one.

Not to say he doesn't slip in "Bet they can't love you as much as I do." and bringing you closer without a warning and smothering you with all the love only he can give. Nope, not jealousy. Not one bit. "You realise I love you more right?" you ask and he just beams like he heard it for the first time again.

Much like Noctis he will relentlessly tease you over this. No you can't shut him up. No he won't stop. No shoving a pillow in his face won't work like with Noctis and he'll dodge it. But Astrals forbid you find out about his own pile of fictional crushes because it works wonders as a counterattack.

Ignis Scientia

Mostly confused over literal pixels managing to get your affection. Not that he blames you considering his schedule offers little free time but he can't help but find himself… Thinking. The day he admits this "thinking" is his cover up for sulking is the day he will die. A small, horrible little thought wonders if you're finally falling out of love with him. Again, he won't blame you due to his work.

As silly as it is Ignis admits he feels jealousy. To himself only of course. He would rather die than let anyone else know that some fictional person has his heart in a twist over you. Him being so in control over his emotions is his triumph, but after it's been eating away at him after a while it becomes his downfall.

"Did you really think I'd legitimately choose anyone over you?" comes your response after he finally decides to open up what's causing his most recent fowl mood. He knows it's silly. He assumes you know he knows it's silly. Yet hearing those words has him beaming. Hiding the self assured smug smile becomes harder with each passing second.

Won't tease you as bad as Noctis and Gladio, but does make a passing comment every now and then. Though instead of teasing you over your crush, it's more in the ilk of "A shame they're not there to hold you like I am."

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

She is FLOORED. What do you mean you love them? And what is she? A worm to you? She will be pouting about this and she will be miffed you can't take her seriously when she looks cute doing anything, including pouting. A shame she is very much so guilty of the same thing. You distinctly remember her talking about some muscle bound sword wielding girl in a television show a day before and how dreamy she was, and a week before about some ditzy male character in a book she found cute. She won't win this.

Jealous? Absolutely. Does she try to hide it? Yes and the keyword is try. You easily tell what's up when she's frowning at the television and that character appears. She'll have her few attempts at denying anything but finally caves in and admits that she does in fact envy your feelings for a bunch of pixels no matter how small the affection.

Knows she shouldn't need reassuring that you love her most but that doesn't stop her from revelling it when you confess your undying love. You can tell by the slight puffing up of her chest that she feels a GREAT sense of victory over this.

It's just back and forth teasing and both your fictional crushes turn into a battlefield. It's all a game who can get the other flustered worse and sadly there are no winners when you both end up a mess. It's all good, and the scores are always settled by cuddles right after the battle is fought.

Ravus Nox Fleuret

Frankly he is offended. Granted you cannot tell by his disgruntled look that seems to be ever prevalent no matter his current internal turmoil. He is right there in the flesh and you're fawning over pixels? He just doesn't get it and refuses to. Immediately takes the leap to conclusions and assumes you truly don't love this mess of a man anymore. Laments over his continuous loss and begins coming to terms with his fate of being unloved.

Tries not to be passive aggressive over it but it turns out it’s something easier said than done. Somehow he manages to perfectly convey it without any words - just glaring an impressive amount of daggers at the television screen. Hasn’t felt this jealous since that time before he could even muster up the courage to confess to you and he found out some random Niflheim soldier was chatting you up. At least then his competition was tangible. How was he to prove himself over some funky colours on the screen?

The cat’s finally out of the bag and your suspicions are confirmed when he makes his first ever direct remark: “What’s so great about them anyways.”. His tone absolutely takes you aback; he sounds like a sibling who received a second less worth of attention from a parent. Ravus has to get affirmation that you do in fact love him a whole lot more. Ravus will revel in this little fun fact - or would smug be a better word?

Cannot tease you without feeling jealousy creeping up and he absolutely hates himself for it. And so instead you get little offhand comments such as “Let them best me in a duel and we will see who wins your hand in marriage.” No varying levels of exasperation in your sigh will deter him, he will refuse to relent.

Ardyn Lucis Caelum

For the most part he is confused. Didn’t really think someone could catch a bad case of the feelings for a fictional character but sometimes it’s best some questions go unanswered. Jealousy? In my Ardyn? It’s… less likely than you think. He knows for a FACT whoever this person is on the screen cannot even begin to compare to what he has. Perhaps their one redeeming factor is not being a walking talking daemon parade and being able to not sting in sunlight but that’s not enough to outshine this package.

Doesn’t stop him from making a big show out of it all. He sees the chance to dramatically drape himself over your lap, lamenting how his one love has been snatched away by this stranger. The antics cannot and will not end.

Doesn’t really need confirmation that you do in fact love him more, but appreciates it when you say it nonetheless. That’s simply proving him right and the only thing he loves more than being right is you. The second bonus is more smugness to throw around. “Oh I pity that poor soul, never knowing what true love feels like. Unlike me, of course.”.

And a pity for you, because he’s found a new weaponised way to tease you with. A whole ten miles farther than Noctis or Gladio could ever wish for, you’d swear he’s writing you some sort of self insert fanfiction on the spot. The pros? He seems to be putting quite a lot of effort into it. The cons? He’s doing it specifically just to fluster you, alongside the things he decides to come up with to achieve that goal.

Aranea Highwind

Her confidence has not wavered since she found out. Or rather, it hasn’t wavered that much. Psh, of course you still love her. Right? Right? Good thing that inner turmoil is kept under wraps. She’d much rather an Astral strike her down where she stands rather than have to admit she has beef with a fictional character you just so happened to take a liking to.

Gets all in a little jealous twist wondering exactly what she’s missing. What does that pixelated rando have that she doesn’t? A physical body for one and that leaves her ever so slightly questioning her lover capabilities. Has she failed? Is this how it ends? You somehow ride off into the sunset with this character somehow materialised? What a life to live and this shall be her legacy.

Her act gets thrown off and while normally concerning, this time you’re grateful so you can pinpoint just what’s on her mind. She may huff all she wants but there’s not much one can do caught red handed. Logically she knows she doesn’t need that affirmation but emotionally? By the Astrals does she wanna hear it. “You do realise… I love you more right…?” Damn right you do. Her confidence has reached astronomical new levels.

There is no grandiose teasing but there is a few smug comments. Her goto is looking at the screen and tutting; “A shame they’ll never be me, huh babe?”. Absolutely takes is as a competition and knows she can win every battle by simply stating that she can do it ten times better, and will do it now given the chance.

#noctis x reader #prompto x reader #gladiolus x reader #ignis x reader #lunafreya x reader #ravus x reader #ardyn x reader #aranea x reader #final fantasy xv #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #gladiolous amicitia #ignis scientia #lunafreya nox fleuret #ravus nox fleuret #ardyn lucis caelum #aranea highwind

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alternislatronemhq · 4 years

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Congrats, CHRISTIE, you have been accepted to AL for the role of LUCINDA TALKALOT (FC: Alisha Wainwright). Ah, Christie, excellent job! You’ve taken a character that isn’t much more than a name in this verse and brought her to life! I love your portrayal of her and am so excited to see how she adds to our little group!! Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist. Welcome home (once again), we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — christie age — 20 pronouns — she/her timezone — gmt+3

any questions? — If I could just ignore the fact she was Quidditch captain during her time at Hogwarts that would be amazing just because it doesn’t quite fit my interpretation of Lucinda. Oh, wait, that’s not a question. Pretty please?

IC Overview

name — Lucinda Talkalot faceclaim — Alisha Wainwright age — 27 (9th of January) gender — Cis-female sexuality — Homosexual

patronus — A greyhound – much like Lucinda, the greyhound is intelligent and gentle, though often accused of passivity. What might be perceived as laziness and indifference, however, is simply a very careful and precise distribution of time and energy – after all, why waste your time on something you don’t care about when you could be working on achieving your real goals?

[tw: claustrophobia] boggart — Herself, stuck in a small space with no means of escaping. Lucinda is claustrophobic and usually, she can deal with tiny spaces as long as they provide some sort of an exit, be it a door or a window, but if they are locked or sealed, her claustrophobia gets triggered. It should be noted, though, that even in the event where she manages to keep her anxiety under control, she still would prefer to avoid small spaces altogether.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

( + ) Intelligent: Lucinda’s intelligence isn’t innate as is that of the Ravenclaws she remembers from her Hogwarts days, the ones who would just understand concepts and ideas with little if any explanation. Lucinda, on the other hand, needs all the guidance her professors provide and makes use of all available books on the subjects she’s interested in. Her intelligence comes from hard work, from days spent hunched over old dusty tomes, from sheer ambition to learn and to become somebody.

( + ) Driven: It’s the Slytherin in her that would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. If Lucinda Talkalot wants something, she’ll get it. She’d wanted to do well on her NEWTs, she’d done it. She’d wanted to become an Unspeakable, she’d done it. The one regard in which her ambition doesn’t seem to help is the social aspect of her life, but oh, well, nobody’s perfect.

( + ) Accepting: Lucy knows what it feels like not to be accepted, be it for her blood or for her sexuality, and she would never want anybody else to feel like that around her. Even though she’s not the best in social situations, one thing one can always rely on with her is to remain open-minded and willing to listen.

( - ) Reserved: Books don’t ask you about your day nor do they require an explanation as to why you did what you did; they’re just there. People don’t work quite like that, Lucy knows, but she still has trouble putting herself out there and speaking her mind. After all, what does she have to offer in conversation? She’s not funny, she’s not charming, and she quite literally can’t speak about her job.

( - ) Single-minded: She tells herself it’s justified, with how important her work is, but the truth is Lucinda is almost cut-off from the world. The downside of her ambition is that she’s so focused on her goals that she can’t see anything beyond them; even with Voldemort, she knows he was dangerous, but she never quite understood just how dangerous. But what does it matter anyway? After all, he’s a thing of the past.

( - ) Tactless: It’s not that she’s not aware of social etiquette, it’s just that she sometimes forgets to follow it. She doesn’t choose her words carefully, instead they slip out of her the same way her mother’s old china had slipped between her fingers when she’d been a child – without meaning to, unrefined and sharp. She doesn’t mean to be rude, by any means, but she’s also never been known to sugarcoat anything.

character biography —

Margaret Talkalot always had a vision of how her only daughter’s life would go. Lucinda would attend the same school she did – the only school in town – and then would later attend university in the big city where she would meet a nice, hopefully wealthy man who with whom she would have two children, a boy and a girl, and live happily ever after. It’s a manifestation of everything her mother didn’t get, Lucy realises years later – she’d never got the chance to leave their tiny town, her husband had left her soon after Lucinda’s birth and Margaret hadn’t had other children. (But even to little Lucinda, those fairy tales of princes and princesses didn’t sound appealing – at least the princes didn’t)

Fortunately for her, her mother’s plan started to unravel as soon as Lucinda’s eleventh birthday rolled around. A small white envelope held promises Lucy had never even dreamt to ask for and she’d begged and pleaded her mother to let her go. It’d taken a while to convince her but come September 1st, Lucy was on the train set to Hogwarts.

The castle is absolutely magical in a way that had nothing to do with actual magic. She’s sorted into Slytherin and her housemates give her weird looks as she goes to sit at their table, but that’s fine, the kids back home looked at her weird too. In any case, it’s not nearly enough to dampen her excitement and Lucy spends her first year walking on clouds. The following years she wants to try everything, from Quidditch to Frog Choir, and she does, but… it’s not quite what she imagined. She doesn’t have the experience other kids do with Quidditch, and her face flushes every time she has to sing in front of her peers. It’s okay though, because the library is just as magical and soon Lucy starts spending most of her time there.

She gets good grades, she’s on par with the Ravenclaws, and she wishes sometimes that she was sorted into Ravenclaw instead. Perhaps then she would’ve had more friends? But then she sees Ravenclaws during class, with their clever, understanding eyes, and feels inadequate as she struggles to keep up with the torrent of information. She perseveres. So what if she has to work three times as hard as Beatrice Galloway to get the same grades? She’s not scared of hard work. (She is scared, however, of the way her stomach flutters whenever Beatrice smiles at her. Not because of the feelings she stirs inside of Lucy, but because she knows her mother won’t be happy to learn about them. And Lucinda’s already disappointed her by going to a magical school instead of a “normal” one. Can she disappoint her like that too?)

Turns out, she can. At eighteen, Lucinda passes her NEWTs with flying colours and emboldened by that, she tells her mother she’s not interested in boys. Her arguments sound childish even to her own ears (they’re crass, and smelly, and annoying and she just doesn’t like them, okay?), but they’re true enough and eventually, Margaret stops trying to convince her otherwise. She says she accepts it, but Lucy knows better; her mother is still waiting for the day Lucinda will “come to her senses” and settle down with a man.

The knowledge of it weighs down on her heart, but she’s also never been happier, as though her mother had been the last frontier before freedom. And in the Wizarding World, she’s flourishing – she gets an internship at the Ministry and a few years later, she becomes an Unspeakable. There’s a war raging outside her office, but Lucinda is too busy scribbling down test results and experiment proposal to glance out of the window.

Eventually, it all ends and as relieved as Lucy is, she also can’t deny she feels guilty – but then she reminds herself there’s nothing she could’ve done anyway, except perhaps bored Voldermort to death with theories of how the brain functions.

plot ideas —

I’d love to get Lucy involved with the Order at a later point! In general, the way I envision her character arc (which is always subject to change as time goes on, of course) is that a big part of it would involve her getting out of her office and returning to the world as a whole. That includes becoming more aware of everything going on, becoming more involved in it as she realises she does have more to offer than dry facts she’s read in a book.

Getting her a social life! A bit self-explanatory but as established, Lucy isn’t the best at forming friendship so naturally, I’d love to see her put in a situation where she does end up doing that. Especially with people who challenge her way of thinking. (Also I’ll just throw it out there, but she deserves a girlfriend.)

Some sort of work-related plot seems inevitable too considering how much of her life is spent in her office. Whether that would be potential colleagues (chats by the coffee machine are probably interesting when neither party can talk about their job) or maybe someone who knows more than they’re supposed to (in which case I would love to explore Lucy’s reaction and how she would deal with that). Just about all and any workplace plots!

extra —

Some headcanons:

Throughout this app I’ve been referring to Lucinda both as Lucinda and as Lucy, which I personally see like a very Hercules situation in the sense of:

Meg: Megara. My friends call me Meg. At least they would if I had any friends.

Lucy works in the Department of Mysteries, as previously established, but to elaborate on that, she works primarily in the Thought Chamber. I say primarily because due to the door connecting the Thought and Death Chambers, I’m running with the assumption that their spheres of study are also connected and thus Lucinda sometimes has to visit the Death Chamber too.

(Also I really like the irony of Lucy studying brains, but not being good with people. Like, “I understand your brain, but you I just don’t get.”)

Furthermore, since her job is so centred around minds, she’s also picked up a few skills outside of Hogwarts’ curriculum. Lucinda is an Occlumens, though she struggles with Legilimency. She can only perform it under very particular circumstances, including an intense focus on her part and total silence of the room, so she is almost entirely unable to use it outside of the Thought Chamber. [This is, of course, subject to change if you feel like it might be too much power.]

Lastly, she just gets very flustered around women.

#harry potter rp #hp rp #marauders era rp #marauders rp #al:accepted #lucinda talkalot

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Wherein I Ramble About Luci

It’s a few hours before Disenchantment season two drops, so I better hurry up if I want to post some very-late season one meta.

Aside from the three-part finale, I think that “Swamp and Circumstance” is probably the best episode of season one, in part because it’s where the characters show the ideal versions of themselves. Bean proves to be legitimately good at something; Zog demonstrates that he really cares about her; Elfo, by reading the guidebook, makes himself useful in a way that also reinforces his dorkiness; and Oona and Derek actually have lines, which should have happened more often given that the family’s drama was so important to the season’s big climax.

There’s one exception to this, as I’ve mentioned once before: Luci. He’s basically the same as he was in every previous episode, by which I mean that he ruins everything for Bean without feeling any sort of remorse.

Luci seems to be most people’s favorite character, as far as I can tell. I get it, because he has the snarkiest lines, but he’s actually hard to like if you look at things objectively. A lot of people compare him to Bender, but one of Bender’s defining traits is his legitimate love for Fry, which makes him vulnerable to the point of co-dependency. Luci doesn’t really have that.

“Swamp and Circumstance” shows how weird his relationship with Bean is. Bean is really desperate to prove herself, she’s buckling down and making the responsible decision to not get drunk, and he ruins it by spiking her drink. This destroys all of her hard work, but weirdly enough, the only person to call Luci out is Elfo. Bean seems completely indifferent to Luci screwing her over.

I get that ruining Bean’s life is literally his job, but if the show is supposed to be about Bean finding happiness and fulfillment in Dreamland, then Luci isn’t one of our good guys. He’s one of the show’s villains, but the show didn’t bother giving him a redemption arc, it just presents him as one of the heroes without noticing the inherent contradiction. Yeah, he’s a good drinking buddy, but shouldn’t this incident have showed Bean that he’s not someone that she can actually trust?

(Related to this, I also want to briefly talk about “The Princess of Darkness.” Big Jo takes Luci away, and Bean is determined to get him back because...her only other option is to do boring things with Elfo? Never mind that she had no problem getting drunk by herself before she met these two, or that Elfo seems to have no problem going to the bar with her throughout the show. I know this episode also has Luci save Bean’s life, but she never brings this up as a reason to save him. Overall that detail feels very tacked on, like the writers added it when they suddenly realized that, 2.5 episodes in, Luci hadn’t actually done anything to earn Bean or Elfo’s loyalty.)

Honestly, of the three main characters, Luci is the one who has had the least development; by season’s end we don’t even know exactly how he fits into the villains’ plans, and as far as we know he doesn’t even know or care about that. There’s no episode that focuses on him getting character development. He does seem nicer and more invested in Bean’s well-being in the last two episodes, which kind of comes out of nowhere; I guess the idea is that Elfo’s death affected him, but so much is going on by then that the show doesn’t have time to explore that angle.

Actually, “Swamp and Circumstance” would have been a good time to start his character development. Imagine that Bean is sincerely mad and hurt that Luci ruined the banquet, just as she was proving to everyone that she could be more than a useless drunk. Imagine if Luci, to his own surprise, actually feels bad about this, realizing that he now sees Bean and Elfo as friends. It could have been an ideal turning point between his earlier desire to ruin Bean’s life and his later decision to warn the family about Dagmar’s treachery.

tl;dr: The writers used Luci’s dry wit as a substitute for any really likable or thoughtful characterization, and I’m hoping that season two will improve on that.

#Disenchantment #Luci #Princess Bean #Elfo #Swamp and Circumstance #Long post

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Well if it wasn't just motivation you wanted but an actual prompt to make you write smut, then how about nalu first time? Could be surprisingly kinky or super soft. Just go wild Bee. Write that smut you crazy soul

Title: Tender Touch

Pairing: NaLu

Prompt: NaLu First Times

Rating: M; Ages 18+!

None of these characters are owned by me, they are all owned bythe wonderful Hiro Mashima!

A/N:

Alright! So this prompt was sent in by phoenix-before-the-flame. Idearly love it, and I super appreciate everyone who sent me a smut relatedprompt. Which was like a few others. I’m so popular. So, a particular smutprompt, due to some personal issues that I have regarding that type of sexualexperience, I won’t be able to do. I will try to insert some of what you were wanting into this one shot to kind ofcompromise. So, if you sent a prompt it will probably in some way be shownhere. I ended up just combining all of the prompts into one giant collaborationwith the base being their First Time.

So below is finally the smut prompt you’ve been waiting for. Probably. haha

How had she gotten intothis predicament? She had asked herself this question a million times while herback lay flat against her comforter, and her head rested on the new pillowshe’d bought barely even a week ago. On top of her was Natsu. Her dear partnerNatsu, and the man she’d trust with her life any day of the week. Except todayapparently. Her nerves were shooting through her body like lightning strikes,and she just could not stop trembling. It wasn’t fear. She’d never be afraid ofhim, because he’d never do anything to hurt her and she was well aware of that.She was just anxious.

They’dbeen dating nearly 6 months now, and aside from some heavy petting they hadn’t gonefarther than that. It’s not that she hoped to be celibate forever, shedefinitely wanted to have sex, and her lower regions certainly agreed it wouldhave to be Natsu no matter what. That was perfectly fine with her. There was noone she’d rather have touching her bare skin other than him. That still didn’tstop her from shaking like an earthquake. The only thing between the pair washis tight black boxers, and a light pink pair of panties that she’d thrown onright as he jumped through her unlocked window. I mean what was the point oflocking it since he would just show up through the damned thing anyway. DearMavis, he may as well just live here already.

Thebody above her shifted from on top of her, and instead favored to rest on hisknees in front of her. Calloused, and scarred hands ruffled through bright pinkhair. He gave an exasperated sigh, and she watched him with curiosity gleamingin her eyes.

“Wedon’t have to do this.” He moved to where he was now fully seated in front ofher which may have been closely linked to the fact that his legs were startingto buzz like static, and he just wanted to get off them as quickly as possible.

Sheshifted uncomfortably, because she didn’t not want to do this. He had told hera billion times that this wasn’t his first time, but she’d overheard him askingGajeel, of all people, for tips. Well, it made sense since Levy was pregnantwith their third child now. Clearly Gajeel would have some information. Whateverhe’d told Natsu had sent his face ablaze in a color only rivaled by his ownflames. Still, he nodded like he understood the Iron Dragon Slayer.

“It’s not like I don’twant to.” She started while thinking of what to say next. This was a trickysubject. It did fill her with relief when his face visibly relaxed. He musthave thought that he’d hurt her or made her uncomfortable in some way.

“Then?”he tried to prompt her to complete her sentence, but when she stayed silent hepanicked and followed up with a sentence he should have never uttered.

“Yahave to help me here, Luce. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal, and if yadon’t tell me I won’t get it. I’ve seen you naked nearly 5 times today alone!Why are you nervous?” He’d literally seen her naked so often he was nearlyimmune to it. She passed him in the hallway naked last week, and instead ofbeing a normal male with a libido he was just indifferent. ‘Oh, there goes Lucy again. Must’ve forgot that new shampoo she boughttoday.’ He wasn’t sure what she was entirely concerned about. Then again,his heart was nearly pounding out of his goddamn chest. She was lying therewith her hair sprawled like sunlit tendrils. Her pale skin that deeplycontrasted with his own sun kissed complexion had him begging himself to touchher. She was a beauty. As corny as it sounded for some reason it was sodifferent to see her strewn across her bed in nothing but that delicate pinklace. She looked like a treat he so desperately wanted to eat.

Hisheart felt like it might explode, and that was when Natsu Dragneel, master ofemotions, finally understood her nerves. While his heartbeat resonated with thefeeling of wanting nothing more than to touch her, he realized that herheartbeat was probably drowning in the self-consciousness of him being herfirst and having no expectation of what it’d be like. Sure, she’d probablytalked to Levy, but the small bluenette was far from her lost virginity and wason a third baby right now. She may not have had much advice to offer. Or whatshe did have made it worse. Suddenly, he felt bad. He hadn’t wanted to pressureher, and honestly if she told him to leave right that second, and not returnuntil she told him he could then he’d damn well do it.

Hell,he didn’t know about this either, he’d even sunk so low as to ask GAJEEL what he should be doing in asituation like this. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d given him falseinformation, but before he’d left the Iron Dragon Slayer had some choice wordsfor him.

“Ya better not hurt Bunny Girl. Don’t gorushin’ into shit like you do for battles. This is a different beast. Ya gottago gentle. Slow. I don’t wanna have to beat ya up on Levy’s orders.” He’d stoodfrom the table and left the Fire Dragon Slayer to think on it.

She’d been surprisinglyquiet, but soon he knew why. He caught one look at those caramel eyes burningwith anger, and he knew he fucked up. Oh boy, he thought as a kick came flyingat his head. He managed to catch the slim pale ankle before her foot connected,but the other foot landed it’s hit with surprising precision. He grunted out inpain, and held his nose.

“Whatthe hell, Luce!?” He wiped the small amount of blood from his nose, andattempted to stare her down, but the blonde wouldn’t budge.

Shewas livid, and without a doubt any mood that had been established was over. Thecelestial mage was fired up, but in the wrong way. He was making light of herfeelings. While she was certain he was a virgin based on context clues therewas no way to confirm it, and he had insisted that he’d done this before,probably trying to hype himself up. A small amount of water pooled in her eyesbefore her rage finally came to the fore front of her mind.

“I’mnervous okay! I’ve never done this before, and you keep saying you’reexperienced!” she turned her head away from him, and her thoughts continued topush through. The next words out of her mouth was what calmed her down. Once itwas said she knew it was the entire reason she was panicked.

“Whatif…” her voice trailed off. “What if I’m not good at it.” She finished thestatement, but to her it felt awkward, and it made her feel vulnerable. Whywould it be bad to be vulnerable to him? To Natsu? The Natsu who saved her lifeon multiple occasions, the Natsu who protected her future, the Natsu whodefeated Acnologia and saved them all. She shouldn’t feel like being vulnerablewas a bad thing in front of Natsu. She was just so nervous about the entirething, that she forgot it was him. What an idiotic mistake to make.

Natsufroze right there on the spot. Her concern was all started, because he wantedto seem like he knew exactly what he was doing. He considered punching himselfright then and there. His fist clenched tightly until his nails left smallcrescent moons in his palm. He was an idiot.

“I’m—I’mnot experienced. I haven’t at all with anyone.” He looked down at the hands inhis lap. “This – You’re. It’s all important. I want this to go well, and I wantya to feel safe so I lied and said I knew what I was doing.”

Hisface was filled with guilt, and how could Lucy continue to be mad at him with aconfession like that? She gave a small chuckle, before sitting up, andcaressing his cheek with her hand. Her slender fingers ran over the puckeredscar that had since faded from the irritated red to a color maybe two shadeslighter than his skin. She always thought that he reminded her of maple syrupfrom how vivid his skin was in her eyes.

Heleaned his cheek into her hand with no hesitation before reaching his hand torun through her soft blonde tresses that fell in waves around her face, andbody. He loved her. Another cliché of course. He loved her without a doubt, andthis was special to both of them.

“We’remorons.” She muttered as her thumb ran over his lips. She leaned forward, andhe met her halfway. It was soft, and tender, but the two hadn’t shared a kissthat felt so full of emotion in a long time. Eyes the color of mint, met theshade of hot chocolate that you would drink in the snow covered town of Magnoliaduring Christmas.

“Doyou trust me?” he whispered before moving to land a soft kiss to her neck.

“Always.”She pressed a kiss to his temple. They were such idiots, they could have beenmolding to each other’s bodies, but instead they were utter fools with thecommunication skills of a five year old.

Hebit softly into her neck to test the waters, and was surprised when she let outa sharp moan. He pulled back, wondering if he’d hurt her. Once he caught herface he knew that wasn’t the case, she had just liked it. A lot. The shock onher face was evident as was the bright red shade spreading across her face, andup to her ears.

Hepaused, pulling back from her for about a half second. He cleared his throatbefore moving back to her. This time he moved from his sitting position, andback to his knees. He didn’t tower over her but the height difference wasevident. His head dropped into the crook of her neck, and she felt him begin tosniff her ever so softly. It was like he was trying to drown in her scent.

Herhead turned to the side and she caught the salty scent of sweat, and the earthfrom the forest he lived in. Under the smells of his travel here was his normalNatsu scent. He always smelled like ash, and smoke. She took it all in. It feltlike home to her, and since she hadn’t had one of those until Fairy Tail sherelished in the moment. Soon she was tugging her body to his chest in an effortto get even closer to him.

Hecradled her head against him, before slowly lowering her back to the safety ofthe pillow below her. Her comfort was his absolute priority right at thatmoment. His hand tangled itself in golden strands as he hovered above her. Shewas still trembling but it wasn’t aggressive like before. This was a slighttwitch here and there, but she looked to be as calm as she could be. That easedhis feelings slightly. He moved his hand to touch the soft skin of her cheek,and she shivered slightly under his touch. His skin began to heat up, but healready felt like a furnace before so it made no difference to him.

Henearly lost it when she nuzzled into his palm before placing a small kiss tohis overworked fingers. It was almost like she was praising his hard work.

“Luce.”When he called her she turned to face him and stared into his face throughhooded eyes. She watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed. Something she haddone must have been good. She wondered exactly which action had triggered hisreaction, but before she could test her theory his hand ran down her skinleaving a trail that felt like fire down her abdomen. She became nervous againas he caressed the skin of her hip so tenderly. Through the nerves she felt asthough she might melt under his heated touch. Was he warmer than usual?

“Natsu.”She whispered in response. She watched the muscles in his body twitch, but madeno comment. Slender manicured fingers tentatively touched his chest and themoment she made impact his muscles tensed under her touch. She wondered ifshe’d done something wrong or right, but an examination of his face led her tobelieve it had been right. His cheeks flared in a deep red all the way to hisears, and his heart fluttered under her hand. She moved to pull away since hisreaction had also spurred on her own embarrassment.

“Don’t.”his voice was deep, and husky like there was something stuck in his throat. Hegulped again, but he held her hand steadfast to his chest. He liked her touch,and he wanted the skin contact that she was providing. For a brief moment hereveled in her scent. She smelled of rosemary, and vanilla. An odd combination,but he remembered that Happy had spilled one of her oils, and to even out theproportions so she wouldn’t notice they had mixed two bottles together to evenout the loss. She must’ve grabbed from one of those. Regardless, he found thatshe never smelled bad, and there was always the scent that was distinctlyLucy’s underneath the formula of the day. It reminded him of home.

Shefroze from the sheer tone of his voice, and something stirred deep in her body.She’d only felt like this when she and Natsu were up to no good, and right nowthey were certainly up to no good. So, she left her hand to linger on his skin.He released her hand with the knowledge that she wouldn’t be moving it, andthen tilted her chin up slightly. That’s when he claimed her lips with his own.This wasn’t like before, the blonde noted. It wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t carnaleither. It was some middle ground she couldn’t describe. Still, a small moanescaped her mouth, and that only seemed to spur him on. Her eyes flutteredclosed, and she allowed the kiss to deepen.

Herhands snaked up his chest to gently caress his neck before moving to his cheek.It was here that her own instincts kicked in. His tongue delved into her mouth,and they fought for dominance. It was clear he would win, but she loved a goodnatured tongue war. He pulled from her mouth, and a trail of saliva followedhim. She gave a small whimper at the loss of his lips on hers but it wasn’tlong before that thought was erased, and he was kissing her neck. It was smallbutterfly kisses going from her cheek to her clavicle before he moved back upto the muscle in the crook of her neck. There he paused, as if pondering hisnext move.

Then his teeth bitsoftly into her muscle. He was tentative and completely unsure of his action.She bit her lips, and her hips bucked lightly into his. He gave a small hiss atthe motion. His left hand gripped her hips down to the sheets, while he continuedto nibble, and suck on her skin. Heat pooled where he touched, and slowly shefelt the grip on her hips tighten as he held her down. A soft scream eruptedfrom her throat causing both of them to freeze. She froze with embarrassment ather action. Mavis help her the sensation she felt just from his breath on herneck was enough to melt her. Add his soft tentative biting to the mix, and shewas nearly putty in his hands.

He had paused fordifferent reasons, one being that he thought he’d hurt her, but the smell thathovered around them and filled his senses told him otherwise. Shit though, hehad to be more careful. His grip on her hips loosened, and she rubbed againsthim in a testing motion. One hand left her hip to grip the sheets so tight hisknuckles nearly went white. He forced the feeling back down, knowing for surethat he’d lose his control sooner rather than later.

His hand returned to herhips, but instead of a bruising hold from previously it was a gentle caress. Hesnaked his hand across her abdomen feeling the ripple of her muscles under histouch. Then, his hand squeezed onto her breast with no hesitation. He bracedhimself with one knee beside her left hip, and his other leg between her softthighs.

“Hn.” She breathed outin heavy panting breaths as the heat of his mouth hovered over her erectnipple. There was a small moment in time where she was filled with a primalurge that said one thing: more. Moreof him. Her hips shoved the junction of her thighs to his bare skin. She felthim twitch above her, but he seemed like he was unaffected. His tongue lashedout to touch her nipple in a light caress while his eyes stayed on her to judgeher reaction. Her breath hitched in her throat, and then released in a softwhimper.

He was still trying torestrain himself. He was trying to take Gajeel’s advice to heart. All thingsconsidered the pierced mage had to know something about this. He’d been withLevy, and she was small so he probably had to be gentle with her, and that’s exactlyhow he wanted to handle this. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, andsuddenly realized she was lacing her right hand into his wild pink locks. Herfingers played with the curled strands touching each one and rubbing them tofeel the surprisingly soft texture. He sighed in comfort before kissing up herchest and then between her breasts. Her breath hissed at every light touch ofhis lips to her skin. He’d teased her well enough he’d decided. His roughfingers gave a light pinch to her left nipple, while his mouth latched onto theright nub. Her moans intensified, and so did the bucking of her hips.

He could feel the slickwetness through the thin fabric of her lingerie, and if he was being perfectlyhonest it was driving him up the wall, and his mind was beginning to cloud withdesire. Soon, it would overrun his control, and he was trying desperately tohold himself. He let out a guttural sound from deep in his body when her thighsmoved to rub against his erection. Mavis he hoped he could hold it together.His eyes met hers, and a blush feathered across his cheeks as he noted the hazeof her eyes, the way her chest moved up and down quickly from the desperationfor air, and mostly the smile on her face. It was like he was her whole world,and in that moment she was his.

His hand returned to hercheek, and kissed her lips with a touch so soft it’d taken a slight turn fromthe actions he was taking before. Her arms wrapped around his neck to deepenthe kiss and once again they were at war as their tongues wrestled together.Her arms loosened, and he pulled from her mouth, and bit into her shoulder thistime with a little less control which caused her to let out another loudscream, but he had differentiated the pained noises she’d made from during theirbattles, and the ones caused directly by him in pleasure.

Her screams dulled tolow moans as he slowed his speed to one that was irritatingly drawn out. Hewanted to tease her and make her want this more than anything in her life. Thatwas the predator in him, he decided quickly. The territorial side was startingto rear it’s ugly head as was shown on the pale neck of his partner. Her skinwas as red as a rose from the hickies he’d left there, not to mention thequickly fading bite marks on the muscle of her neck and even on her collarbone. He’d left no visible part of her neck untouched. He wanted it known thatshe was his.

Now, he was rational.Lucy was in fact her own person, and would never be owned, but he could atleast swerve the gnats that surrounded her. Emerald iris’ examined her nakedbody beneath him and he felt the cold shiver run up his spine in anticipation.His hand ran down her abdomen, and trailed ever so slightly to tug the hem ofher underwear. Her hips raised without question which he decided was permissionto remove them. He slid them tantalizingly slow down her thick thighs whilemaking sure that his fingers brushed every part of her supple flesh. She liftedher legs, and he quickly discarded the garment into some dusty corner of herroom. He didn’t care where he just needed them gone. He nestled his bodybetween her thighs, and his right hand touched the warmth of her slits.

Her breath hitched fromthe searing heat coming from his fingers. Now, Lucy was well aware that Natsu’snatural body temperature ran hot. On the spirit of Mavis she found itcompletely unbearable to touch him in the summer. The only time she was evencapable of it was in the safety of her AC filled apartment, or the guild pool.So, when his heated hands captured the attention of the flesh between herthighs she knew this was end game. She was melting into his hand, and he hadn’teven done anything.

Natsu, on the otherhand, found himself slightly irritated as he once again thought back to hisconversation with Gajeel. It was slowly becoming a mood killer, but as soon ashis eyes touched on her glistening skin covered in sweat, and the fact that hewas between her spread thighs it was enough to harden him even past the pointhe’d started at. She was breathtaking laying beneath him. Still, the advicefrom the iron mage was desperately needed. He needed to ‘stretch her’ accordingto Gajeel who then went into uncomfortably excruciating detail on how thisshould be done. So, he followed what he was told.

Lucy’s breath came outin a small guttural moan as a finger slipped inside her. Her entire bodyclenched tightly as the feeling of something foreign inside her made herwrithe.

“Trust me.” Hewhispered, moving his finger out, and then in at a slow pace. He was supposedto let her get accustomed, so he tried to complete that task. What made thatdifficult was the rippling muscles tightly squeezing around his digit, and himdesperately wanting that to be a different body part than his middle finger. Hewas breathing in shallow breaths while she panted below him. He wasn’t sure ifthis was the right moment, but he slid another finger into her, and shetrembled. He paused as her breathing became slightly harsh.

“Luce?” he waited forher response to make sure she was okay before proceeding.

“Be gentle idiot.” Asmall smile lit her features, and she nodded to him to continue.

“I will. The firsttime.” He smirked as her face twisted into shock, and then flowed toembarrassment. She whapped him on the arm which incited nothing, but aresonating chuckle through his chest. Needless to say, while Natsu had her amelting pile of Lucy, she had yet to see him become restless.

Lucy decided it was agood time to follow the mood. Even with panting breath, and hooded eyes she stillran her hand up his toned thigh, and she felt it tighten under her caress. Sheslid her finger under the tight black fabric and ran her hand over the fleshshe found there. However, she wouldn’t be stopping there even though her heatedcheeks were begging her to. Instead she ran a cupped hand over his member andstroked upward. What she hadn’t expected was the growl that tore from histhroat.

Hereyes widened as the pupils of his eye turned to slits, and reminded herdistinctly of the moments when the dragon had surfaced. It was apparently apart of the dragon slayer package. Sometimes their eyes just changed, andusually it was in times of emotional turmoil. The way he was looking at her didnot leave her feeling distressed or scared. No. She wanted to see him writheunder her touch. Still, she was embarrassed, and this was definitely out of herrealm of comfort. She stroked again with her face flushed while she tried tofind a pace that worked. She flicked her wrist upward, and he jerked to a stop.His hand stilled with fingers still buried in her.

Ittook him more than a minute to collect himself from the deep haze of his mind,and even then he wasn’t exactly sure he could last at this rate. Not only hadhe never had sex a day in his life he was also being stroked by her. Dear Mavis, he could release rightthen and there, but then they’d both lose out on the thing they were strivingfor. He attempted to match her pace by pulling out, and pushing in the twofingers he’d sheathed inside her. He managed to match her pace, and soon it wasboth of them letting out pleasured noises.

Ohboy was he restless, but more than that Lucy focused on his forehead where hiseyebrows were knitted together as he focused completely on the pleasure, pace,and what she assumed was control of his raging need to be with her. He slippeda third finger in her which caused her to hiss lightly. It didn’t hurt, but itwas mildly uncomfortable. Natsu halted immediately, but she continued to stroketo usher him to continue. Soon, she felt her body get used to the added finger,and she began to rock her hips into him as if to bury them even deeper.

She was wildly graspingat the tops of his boxers now in order to remove the tight clothing. He removedthem quickly throwing them into the void of sex ridden clothing never to befound again. Until morning that is. If they could find them at all. That wasthe thing about the ‘void of sex ridden clothing’ it was a void. You’d reallyonly find the item when you moved.

Below him the blondeshuddered and pushed again with desperation. He didn’t stop, but he slowed hispace in wonder. If he’d found some secret sex thing he wouldn’t know but whenhe pushed ever so slightly against a certain spot in her walls she would buck.He made an expression close to confusion. But hey, if it worked, it worked. Hewould have shrugged though that seemed ill placed during this particularsituation. He hit spot again, and with a scream of pleasure her hands grippedhis shoulders and dug into his muscle. He felt warmth shoot through his body,and a moan flowed from his lips. Had he known scratching was his kink? No. Didhe know now? Abso-fucking-lutely. The fingers digging into his Fairy Tail emblemgently released, and then glided up to nestle into his hair. The othercontinued it’s tight grip as if bracing her while he teased and taunted heraching body.

She found herselfbreathing harshly, and trying desperately to keep her head from filling withthat deep haze threatening to take over. How had he been keeping so calm theentire time? She didn’t know, but he probably had some trade secret. He had tohe was Natsu Dragneel, all time destroyer of buildings far and wide, with nosense of restraint. So, either he wasn’t as interested as she thought he was,or he had a secret. It had to be the latter. His arousal confirmed hisinterest, but she couldn’t read his mind.

Her hand was in his hairagain, and Natsu felt his mind slowly slipping. The soft tangle of her fingersin his soft, pink mane was enough to keep his fingers deep, and twisting. Hefelt a grunt slip from his lips as she clenched her hand effectively pullinghis hair. He wished that wasn’t a turn on, but damn it was. Not that it wouldbe a surprise to anyone even himself. His head bent forward into her chest, andhis tongue once again found the pink nub of her nipple. He licked gingerlyinciting another moan from the blonde before taking it entirely into his mouthand sucking the hardened skin gingerly. The sounds she made only egged him on.Soft whimpers, a moan, a sharp intake of breath were all sounds he could getused to her making on a regular basis.

He released the nipplehe been working between his teeth with a pop before switching to her right. Shebucked even harder once her left nipple hit the cold air, and the right one wascontrasted with a burst of warmth. The fingers in his hair pulled, and hegrunted against her chest. Her hair tug was reciprocated by a slightly rougherthrust of his fingers. Normally, she’d make it a game, but right now with himlatched to her, and his fingers buried inside her heat she really didn’t wantany games. In fact, she found herself wanting him. Now. It was such a powerfulemotion and she was weak in the face of it.

He released her withanother pop, and his fingers slowly withdrew from her folds. Once again hishands were grazing her outer thighs, and his fingers dug into the flesh. Hekissed down her stomach while her muscles flexed beneath him. He could feel herevery twitch as slid down her body before his face neared her wet pink flesh.

“N-Natsu! That’s embar—”her breath hitched, and a small moan exited her lips. His mouth was on her inan instant, and her voice cut out instantly. His tongue felt like coals on herskin, and he had to hold her legs to keep her from kicking him while shewrithed. His tongue slithered inside her, and another scream erupted from herbody.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled,not really thinking about what he was saying. He was auto responding by thispoint. His nose was swarmed by the scent of her arousal, and he wouldn’t haveit any other way. In fact, he loved it. It was almost intoxicating to know howmuch she wanted him. He found the small bead just above her opening, and grazedit with his tongue.

That was his favorite.He decided right then and there. His favorite sound was his name on her lipswhispered like a prayer. His eyes went from light jade to dark onyx in a matterof seconds. He pulled from her heat, and Lucy whimpered at the cold that tingedher folds. He moved above her once again, and the moment she caught those eyesher cheeks were the reddest shade he’d ever seen. Even redder than a rose inspring. His smirk was dangerous, and Lucy found that she liked it. She waspulsing, and he was right there. Ready to take her. If he’d just do it. Shewasn’t about to beg though. That’d be embarrassing for her. Even if it was herbest friend she didn’t want to put herself out there like that.

“Areyou okay?” his free hand caressed her cheek as though she was a fragileporcelain doll. She nodded once, slowly and attempted to calm the apples of hercheeks. She failed.

“Yes.”It was a strained whisper from her throat. She was okay, and she was sure shewanted this, but anxiety once again rose to the surface once the question wasout there in the open.

“Wedon’t have to do this.” His tone was soft and tinged with worry. Natsu wouldnever hurt her that much was certain, but in this activity there wasn’t a wayto avoid the inevitable. Still, with his hand resting on her cheek she feltthat as long as he held her she’d be okay. She was always safe with thepinkette after all.

“Iwant to.” It was a determined response, and the look in her eyes could not bedenied. She wanted this, and amber eyes peered at him from below thick lashesas if issuing a challenge. His throat bobbed as he gulped at her writhing form belowhim. Her chest bare for him to see, her skin soft enough to touch endlesslyeven soaked in sweat, thighs thick and tantalizing enough to draw him in.Challenge accepted.

Heleaned over her lithe form, and his lips took hers once more. Her lips werered, and swollen from the many harsh kisses they had shared. His were rough,and slightly chapped but that was absolutely Natsu. He was always rough andscarred while being covered in wounds he’d taken to defend her. Regardless of thefeeling of dry skin on her lips, she just wanted him closer. Their tongues beganto rub together mercilessly, and trails of spit kept them together even as theydesperately pulled away for air. Then, they were on each other again riding thetidal wave of their own desire whilst losing control all the while.

Shefelt the warmth between her legs pulsing and it ached for him to touch it. Meanwhilehis own arousal began to throb until it was nearly painful. He just desperatelywanted this considering they’d been building up to it for the past 4 months,and then tonight for nearly 2 hours. This aching had been growing inside of himthroughout the evening and he did not mind it. Not if he could feel her, andnot if she could gain pleasure from this. Suddenly, he was grateful of theadvice so kindly provided. He may not have cared for the source, but he neededher to feel good about this too, otherwise what was the point?

Theymoved in tangent with each other. Her moaning, and his grunting as they foughtfor dominance through loose kisses. He was obviously winning, but she alsowasn’t fighting that hard. They finallybroke apart in wild gasps, and while she was there soaked and twitching, hewanted nothing more than to dive right in. But this had to be done slowly, hereminded himself.

“Areyou ready?” it was a small whisper that spread through the air like a softbreeze. Was she ready? Decidedly she was. Lucy Heartfilia was about to spendher first night with a man. Sexually, that is. She was nervous, and excited,but also filled to the brim with love. What a cliché. Though, she would neverhave gotten this far with him if she hadn’t loved the idiot.

“Ready.”Her hands rested on his shoulders in preparation for what was to come. His headrested between her folds, and he took a deep breath to settle himself. Don’tplunge, he thought. Go slow. He was chanting to himself, and then he gave asmall push. Wet. Tight. Were the words that came to mind. He stopped there,with the head in and peered at her face to try a gauge how slow he would needto go. Her face was twisted, but not in pain. At least not all pain. It seemeda mix between pained and uncomfortable. He waited. It wasn’t hard to do whenthe woman below you is your partner, and best friend. Why hurt them needlessly.Her facial expression relaxed after Mavis knows how long. So, he started movingagain inch by inch. He paused when the form beneath him jerked and whimpered.And not in a good way.

“Luce?”he stroked her cheek with his free hand while the other held him steady so hewouldn’t move and do something to hurt her. She breathed hard and fast, butdidn’t respond automatically. He immediately became panicked until he felt asharp squeeze to his shoulder. He nuzzled into the fingers digging into hisshoulder, and Lucy began to relax. He even felt the difference in her warmth.This must’ve been what Gajeel meant when he said you needed to ‘stretch her’.Had he not done it long enough, or was there really no way to just skip thehurting her part at all? A forehead bumped into his and drug him from histhoughts.

“Youcan move again.” And so he did. Slowly, so tantalizingly slow. Now, thecelestial mage was quite aware that her partner was doing this for her, but amore carnal part of her wanted to get into it.

“Stopme when you need to.” It was a demand, she realized. Then, he was pushing again.It hurt her just like before, but she was accustomed to it now. Until the sharpsting that came out of nowhere. THAT hurt. She yelped, and immediately Natsuwas panicking in seconds. He had thought he was moving slow, but what the helldid he know about slow!? He didn’t do anything slow. His mind screamed, and hewondered if he should remove himself, or wait. What would be less painful forthe blonde??

Itwas several excruciating seconds of him watching her earnestly while he gaugedthe reaction of what would be the best. It didn’t matter which way he moved,out or in, she still winced.

“Move.”She mumbled. His body flinched, and he almost looked angry.

“No.Why would I do that when it obviously hurts idiot?” he was flabbergasted by theidiocy of his partner. No way in hell was he go—and then she looked at him. Hereyes were still hazy with lust, and the small smile on her face nearly had himconvinced she was okay. So, against his better judgement he moved, finallysheathing himself fully inside her. His arms shook as he held himself up, and hefelt a fire run through his body. This was by far the best feeling he’d everexperienced. It was soft like silk, and the heat wrapped around him in ways henever though possible – he was the fire dragon slayer and this was so muchhotter than his own flames.

“It’sokay.” It was another quiet encouragement from her. He shivered, pulling outslightly, and then pushing back in. He couldn’t fight his body tensing, and hernails once again dug deep into his flesh. Out, and in. No visible pain, and shewasn’t saying anything, though small whimpers left her mouth. Her soft lips. Hepressed his mouth against hers, and picked up his speed ever so slightly. Herhips bucked, and met his rhythm. They were starting off rather slow consideringhis penchant for rushing head first into anything with no regard to theconsequences.

Theblonde’s moans picked up, but he was swallowing them with every searing kiss toher mouth, and every thrust of his hips. She was writhing underneath him now,and from the noises she was making, and the fact that she wasn’t hitting him orattempting to stop him he assumed she was okay. Lucy was always upfront abouther feelings so he knew she’d tell him.

�� Belowhim Lucy was trying everything in her power to be contained, but boy was shelosing. Her abs burned as she attempted to match his pace, which was difficult becausethis idiot had ten times the stamina that she did, and her cardio wasconsiderably lacking. Still, he body thrusting into hers had her reeling. Shefelt vulnerable, and while that scared her she also felt even closer to thedragon slayer. She felt connected. It was like when she cast Fairy Sphere andeveryone’s magic power was coursing through her veins. They were all connectedthen, and that’s what she felt now with Natsu. Another moan burst from herlips, and with every nose she made he seemed to be losing himself even further.

Theeffect she had on him was filling her with pride. His hand left a trail of heatuntil he reached her thigh. He lifted it gently, and then soon her left leg waspropped on his shoulder. Suddenly, he was deeper, and a guttural scream left herthroat. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but then again she’d never had sexbefore, and surely angles could make all the difference. Her right movedagainst the side of his body slowly before positioning itself on his othershoulder. This one hung loosely, and ended up in the crook of his elbow as hepounded into her.

Shewas tight, and her walls were gripping him like nothing else could. It was likesticking his member into the best hand ever. Specifically, her hand was thebest hand ever, and so was this. Every time he pulled out it was like she waspulling him right back in. By now they’d become accustomed, and synced to eachother so it was easy to slip together. Itwasn’t long before his grunts matched up to her moans, and shit when she movedher leg on her own to hang from his shoulder it was almost the end of him. Buthe had goals, and that was to make her cum first. If he could, Mavis this wasall very very new. His hand dug into her right thigh earning him another deepmoan, and this time it was his favorite sound. Mavis, his name on her lipswhile he was dipped inside her was like nothing else he’d ever experienced. Hecaressed up her thigh to her calf, and brought her leg back to his shoulder. Histeeth bit gently into her thigh, and the hard buck of her hips had him gaspingfor air.

Hismovement may be limited, but he gave it a shot anyway. He maneuvered his handback to her folds, and he honestly shouldn’t have looked down. It was the mosterotic thing he’d seen to date, and he’d been watching her breasts bounce upand down, and the everchanging facial expressions she made while he was insideher. Gajeel had called it ‘making love’ something that had made the pierced mageturn several shades of red over. Natsu had a feeling that came from the readerin Levy. Lucy hadn’t really given a name of any kind to the activity they weredoing. ‘Making love’ seemed corny, and it made him cringe internally, but ‘fucking’just felt gruff, and ugly. He felt like they were ‘mating’. He intended to bewith this woman for the rest of his days, and he was a dragon slayer, so itseemed fitting enough. He’d run it by her later.

Still,he hadn’t realized that seeing it was different than feeling it. He was able tosee him going in and out, and that had him nearly bursting at the seams. Hemoved quickly back to her face as his heart jumped from it’s place in his chest.He focused back on her, and his fingers stroked the bead right above where hehad entered her. She lurched forward, shoving her hips straight into his. Atthis point he was winging it. She liked it when he’d licked earlier, so he hadhoped touching would be the same. It was. And the feeling of her grinding intohim was intoxicating. Her legs slipped from his shoulders to the crooks of hiselbows, but still he used this to his advantage. Once again he fingered at herpearl, and she was screaming while her pale fingers dug into the pillow underher head. She was aggressively thrusting into him with every stroke he gave. Hecould feel her constricting with every movement, and he knew from the feelingin his stomach that he wouldn’t last much longer.

Hegroaned her name softly as the pulsing need gathered, and it wouldn’t be muchlonger until release. Suddenly, she constricted tightly around him, tighterthan the entire time they’d been moaning against each other. Then, he noticedshe was clutching the pillow so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Hereyes were screwed shut with her face twisted in pleasure. That’s when herealized it. She came. He was on the verge of laughing in pure ecstasy, but he’ddecided against it, and held back.

Hepulled in, and then out. That pulsing squeezing him so tightly that he knew itwas over. And so he rode the feeling. She felt so good around him, and it wasas though it was all he could even think about. He was moving slowly trying tohold out as long as possible. It was too late to try and hold it back now, andwith a final thrust he felt a loud growl come from his throat. He spilled out,and his body tensed and jerked as he followed her finish.

Theywere both panting, and his sweat dripped from his forehead to her cheek. Hebrushed the sweat from her face, and when her eyes opened all she was met withwas his wide grin and the canines that had dug into her flesh were showing. Itwas his signature smile, and Mavis she knew he’d be the death of her. He pulledfrom her, and both shuddered at the removal of his flesh inside her own. Heflopped to her side with a grunt.

“I’venever felt so exhausted in my life.” The pinkette whined, and honestly so wasshe. Her stomach muscles ached, and her hips hurt with the fire of a thousandflames. Cursed fire dragon slayer. She wouldn’t be able to move for the rest ofthe day.

“Don’tworry. I’ll carry ya to the bathroom just like the time you got drunk, andbegged me to make ya purr.” He wasn’t thinking very clearly at this point, andslowly he turned to his side. He lifted his arm so she could shuffle into him.

“Willyour back be warm with the fire of your rage?” the pair laughed as Lucy tuckedherself into his chest. While she didn’t need the bathroom right now, sheabsolutely needed a nap. She had wondered briefly about Natsu, but with thetell tale sign of his snoring she knew he was already asleep.

“Ilove you.” The blonde kissed the scar on his neck gingerly. The snoring stoppedbriefly.

“Ilove you too weirdo.” He shoved his nose into her hair before he went lax againsther and the snoring began again.

Inall her life she never imagined that the man she’d spend the rest of her lifewith would be a man like Natsu. He was crass, bad tempered, and he neverproperly thought before rushing into battle. He was also caring, and he thoughtthe world of his guild and his friends. He would never betray his family. Hewas perfect in every way, and she loved him no matter what.

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