Imagine a chendy football au!! I love my girls
Oooooh that could be interesting! I would like to hear more! What you have in mind? :-)
Sorry I'm slow at writing things guys! Between work and family it's hard to find time sometimes but I have not forgotten!
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Day Twenty-Two: Do you feel the same?
i am so far behind and all over the place with this, but,,, i drew this for a theme i changed for an earlier day bc my favorite lesbian song wasn’t part of the list but it also fits this theme so ya,,
Chelia is sad nd scared that Wendy doesn’t love her back, and is really just sad that she left for fairy tail, even if she understands why.
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chelia Blendy/Wendy Marvell, Chelia Blendy & Wendy Marvell
Characters: Chelia Blendy, Wendy Marvell, Charle | Carla, Lyon Vastia
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Will be more Chendy later, Chendy
Summary:
Wendy is injured and found by Chelia in the woods around Margaret town. Chelia does her best to help her best friend recover not only physically but emotionally as well.
Takes place during the 1year timeskip that Wendy was with Chelia in Lamia Scale.
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For the anon who wanted Chendy + Life or Death/CPR
Warnings: discussion of death, possible body horror (discussion of broken ribs), chest compressions, panic/anxiety, vomiting
(Happy Ending!)
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Airway clear, Chelia thought, breath coming fast and hard in her own lungs. But no pulse. None she could feel.
Maybe if Laxus, or that other lightning mage, Orga, were around, they could’ve given Wendy an easy shock to restart her heart. But whatever electricity magic this villain had been using had been too much for her small body, and now the woman had run off, and Chelia was desperately trying to keep her friend alive.
One, two, one two, one two, one two—
Her arms were shaking with effort, only one round in. She could feel the burn building and building in her biceps, her forearms, but she couldn’t even imagine stopping. It wasn’t an option.
Twenty seven-twenty eight, twenty nine-thirty
She stopped quickly, moving as fast as she could to put her ear to Wendy’s face, desperate to hear a breath, two fingers digged deep into the carotid.
Nothing. She counted in her head. Nine, ten. No breath. Keep going.
Chelia let out a deep, guttural yell of pain as the muscles in her arms seized, but she pushed down and down anyway. Sweat was soaking her hair, her body shaking with heat, burning and cool-wet at the same time.
Nine-ten, eleven-twelve
“Please,” she grunted, pushing down even harder, worries about snapping Wendy’s ribs having flown out the window. I will make you live by sheer force of will if I have to, she thought.
Harder still, her whole body lurching with each push.
Seventeen-eighteen, nineteen-twenty—
It took her a moment, in all the panic, to feel the soft reverberation against her fingers, Wendy’s heart struggling back to answer her.
Yes. Yes!
Keep going. Don’t stop yet.
Thirty!
She dipped again, and the seconds passed like an eternity, horrifyingly slow. But there it was; the smallest intake of breath. The slightest thud of rhythm deep in her artery.
One more round, Chelia, you can do this—
She hardly noticed the pain anymore, too tired and too focused to care, already on fifteen as Wendy took a big, gasping breath, her heart giving a massive thump, and staying loud.
Chelia backed off, shaking all over, and watched as Wendy’s chest rose and fell, elation and terror mixing into a horrible pain in her own rib cage.
“Chest hurts,” Wendy uttered softly, voice all rough grain, her eyes unopened.
Chelia barked out a desperate laugh, realizing her face was soaked with tears. “Yeah. That’ll happen.”
Suddenly, Wendy was bolting up, and Chelia caught her body as she swung forward.
“Easy now, easy—“
Wendy vomited hard onto the ground in front of them, little frame convulsing with it. She finished quickly, her stomach empty, and gave a small sob. “Ow.”
Wendy was shaking too now, probably from both the pain and adrenaline.
“Yeah,” Chelia said. “That’ll happen too. I’m sorry.”
“Hurts,” Wendy repeated, eyes looking sleepy and soft, but wet from tears or effort or both.
“I know.” Chelia took a deep breath, body gone cold from sweat. But that’s how we know we’re alive.
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