#foul language

[jokingluna]

[bumblebeehug]

In The Heat Of The Moment

Summary: An answer to an interview is the straw that breaks the camel's, or in this case, Lucy's back. She has never been this angry with Natsu before - and he's never been this angry with her.

Warnings: No explicit content, but lots of swearing.

Notes: Sorry if this is a bit OOC lol, I got itchy fingers last year and wrote 90% of this fic in one go with no prior planning. Only got back to it now, but hey! It's finished!

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Lucy was so unbelievably fed up with Natsu. Even looking at him had her filled with an indescribable rage, practically making her fume. That stupid, idiot man! She had never felt this anger before, not even against a tough enemy she was facing during extra hard missions. No, no words could describe the resentment she felt towards Natsu, not even coming from her, a proper writer.

“You just don’t get it Natsu! God, can you please try to use that non-existent brain for once?” She yelled in despair, tears welling over in her eyes from the heartbreaking frustration building in her heart.

“No, I don’t get it Lucy! For fuck’s sake, why do you have to be such a pedantic bitch?” His big hand grabbed her collar, making it tighten up significantly.

Lucy wasn’t scared, she told herself, because being scared of the person she hated the most was not only unbelievably embarrassing, but also just way below her standards. So she fiercely bit down on her lip, partly to make the tears stop flooding, partly to throw the fire dragon slayer off guard.

Natsu’s usually kind onyx eyes looked like angry storms, showing her the most spiteful stare she had gotten in a very long time.

“Maybe I’m a pedantic bitch because I’ve always had to balance out your disgusting childish personality all the fucking time. Do you have any idea of what a menace you are, not only to me or this guild, but to society?” She hissed, no longer holding back the anger she felt. Natsu, out of everyone, was the last person she wanted to hear those comments from, because frankly - he was no better than her in this matter.

Natsu pursed his lips. He had never seen Lucy this upset, and frankly, he hadn’t felt this upset since, well, Igneel left him in the woods as a kid. It had all started a few weeks ago, when he had been interviewed for a double paged article in Sorcerer's Weekly. He had gotten the usual questions, except two or three out of the ordinary. He was asked about random things, like his favourite restaurant and his best picnic spot - all manageable questions, until it came to the last one.

“Why did you leave the guild before it disbanded?” Jason asked, his lock of hair wiggling in the wind. Natsu of course answered with the usual - he wanted to get stronger for the guild after dealing with Igneel’s death. Only, this time he was asked a follow up question.

“Did you ever worry about anyone while you were away? Anyone particularly?”

“Well…” He had answered, “I suppose I was a bit worried about my team, but in general I was worried about everyone. I think out of all of the guildmates I might be the most fired up to protect everyone. There’s no telling what type of trouble could come to Fairy Tail you know.” That sentence wasn’t the problem though. It was the one that came after that. “I told Lucy to tell everyone hi as I left, but she probably didn’t manage to do that since she let the guild disband.” An innocent sentence according to Natsu. He had just commented on the letter he had given her, and provided a clue on what he had written in it - nothing more, nothing less, right?

The rest of the day was quite peaceful, not even any guild brawls starting up in the evening. It could probably be described as the calm before the storm, he learned the following day.

“You told him I let the guild disband!?” Lucy yelled as she entered the guild by slamming up the doors.

It was still quite early in the morning, though a lot of members came in early on Thursdays, hoping to grab quick high paying jobs before the weekend. Every step Lucy took was loud as she stomped to the bar where Natsu sat and the guild got quiet enough for anyone to hear a pin drop. Lucy waved the copy of the magazine in front of her before slamming it down in front of Natsu, disrupting his otherwise quite calm breakfast.

“That you were worried about the protection of the guild, when you ran off with nothing but a letter!?”

“What- what are you talking about?” Natsu asked, confused over the sudden accusation - coming from his best friend nonetheless!

“I’m talking about the interview from yesterday! What on earth made you say something like that?” Lucy took a small step back and crossed her arms. Partly to calm herself from the initial shock, but also partly to hide the betrayal she felt.

Telling Jason, and the entire continent for that matter, that Lucy didn’t succeed at contacting their friends in the guild because she let it disband? It felt like a shot in the heart, because she really didn’t think Natsu would ever say such a thing. She was afraid of it, but she told herself she was being paranoid due to her issues with abandonment. Now she was watching her biggest fears come true and she felt conflicted whether she was meant to be furious or depressed over it.

Natsu stood up from his seat and tried putting his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to soothe her. Not pleased with his half-assed apology, Lucy immediately shook him off.

“I don’t know what to say… I didn’t think he would write it down so literally I guess?”

He still didn’t understand where her anger was coming from. He had really just told Jason some things that he usually didn’t talk about—like his letter to Lucy and how he truly felt when he and Happy left to train. If anything he felt a bit proud for opening up more.

“But you’re admitting that you said it?” She opened the spread in the magazine, to properly quote him. “‘I think out of all of the guildmates I might be the most fired up to protect everyone,’ it says, and wait - there’s more: ‘I told Lucy to tell everyone hi as I left, but she probably didn’t manage to do that since she let the guild disband.’ Do you agree that that is what you said?” She looked into his eyes, still wishing Jason misinterpreted what he actually said, though now fretting to hear the truth.

“Well… yeah I guess I did say exactly that. I don’t know what you want me to say,” Natsu said, not understanding why Lucy was being so dramatic over some words.

He usually found her endearing when she acted dramatic over things but now he was growing annoyed. He really didn’t like that she was getting mad at him for telling his truth to Sorcerer’s Weekly.

Lucy fought her quivering lip. He really said it. And it looked like he really thought so too. That it was Lucy’s fault that the Fairy Tail guild disbanded—not that she was the cause of it, but that she didn’t do anything to stop it. Even if it was true–she didn’t know what to do at the time, knowing that Natsu and Happy left her with only a short, quite poorly written letter, still healing both physically and emotionally from the war against Tartaros. She felt sick to her stomach hearing it from him.

“I’d like an apology,” she said, her voice shaking slightly as she forced herself not to cry. “I want you to apologise for blaming me for a situation that you ran away from. Say that you’re sorry.” She said it louder this time. She refused to put up with his unfair claims, and she knew she deserved an apology.

“Okay. I’m sorry for telling Jason my true feelings, but that’s just how I feel. Sorry if you don’t think you’re not at least partially responsible for letting the guild disband. But you know that if I were there I would never have let that happen.”

Natsu knew he was pulling the wrong strings here, but even if he never said it, the knowledge that the disbandment could have—no, would have been stopped if he was there was enough to feel like the rest of the guild hadn’t tried hard enough themselves. Frankly, putting all of that blame on Lucy was unfair and untrue and Natsu knew it, but it was hard to take back printed words.

“Oh I know you wouldn’t let it happen, because Natsu Dragneel is soooo much better than everyone else here, right? No, fuck that Natsu. Because you. Weren’t. There. Alright?” Lucy clenched her teeth as she said it.

”You have no right telling us how little we tried to keep the guild together. You have no right to talk like you’re the only one who cares about what happens to this guild, because out of everyone, you’ve proven to care the least about the guild! What’s that about being the ‘most fired up about protecting everyone’ huh? How can you protect people if you’re. Not. There!” Lucy poked Natsu harshly in the chest as she said the last three words, feeling her cheeks heat up in a growing rage.

She hadn’t originally wanted to bring up this event. In fact, she had practically laid awake every single night during that disbanded year, telling herself to forgive and forget as soon as possible. Because she knew no one’s circumstance was easy to deal with and sometimes obeying master Makarov’s order was the only thing you could do in a crisis like that. She had really, really, wanted to leave all of this behind her.

“Do you know what I went through in that war? Do you? I lost my dad, Lucy. I had to see him get murdered by Acnologia. You might not have liked your father, but for the longest time you still had one—you just chose not to see him and for what? Some childish anger about him working too hard and ‘neglecting’ you? I would have switched places with you in an instant if it meant I got to know my father was alive and well.” His voice gradually rose as he spoke, and simultaneously a pit grew in his stomach.

He hated this. He knew very well he wouldn’t actually want to switch places with Lucy, because he knew their situations weren’t comparable, but the more he spoke the harder it was to back down from his words.

“Don’t claim you’d want to switch places with me Natsu Dragneel. Don’t you even dare. Your childhood was great thanks to Igneel and mine was horrible because of my father. I know you wanted to get stronger to beat Acnologia, I understand wholeheartedly. I can even say that it was completely reasonable for you to leave me—to leave all of us, but I can’t let you think that you were the only one who lost a dear family member.” Lucy had run out of breath, but was quick to catch it again.

“Wendy, Gajeel, Sting and Rogue all lost their dragons, their parents as well, you know. And I lost a family member, Natsu. What’s worse is that I had to break our bond, I broke Aquarius’ key. She’s the only thing my mom left me and I had to give her up to save all of you. I would do it all again in a heartbeat for all of you but I might never find her key again and I have to live with the knowledge that I’m the reason we can’t see each other.” Her tears were dangerously close to overflowing, but she held them back.

“So don’t use Igneel as a shield for your shitty actions, Natsu. No one would have stopped you from training here, hell, no one would have stopped you from running away if you only talked to me first! But you left a letter with only chicken scratch on it, and you didn’t even try to get in contact with me while you were gone.” Lucy felt herself yelling at this point. She had to, otherwise she would’ve stopped mid-sentence as she saw Natsu’s face change from stoic and indifferent—maybe a little upset—to hurt. But now the ball was in Natsu’s court.

“I wrote you a fucking letter Lucy,” he hissed through his teeth, “that’s more than I did to anyone else. What more do you want, huh? A tiara, a horse, a castle maybe? Why do you think you’re so entitled to everything?”

He was reaching now and he knew it. Her coming from a rich family had nothing to do with this argument, but he knew he couldn’t say anything else to answer her about Igneel and Aquarius. Because she was right. He just hated that she was. He hated it because she knew how to talk about her feelings, and he didn’t, which is why he spent that year trying to get ahold of himself. And he hated that she knew him so well, but that she couldn’t figure that small thing out. That he regretted leaving more than anything else, that he regretted the letter he gave her, that he regretted not reaching out. He was acting cowardly, and out of everyone in the guild, he really thought that Lucy would understand.

Lucy however was getting fed up with how he was making this argument more personal than it already was. What more did she want than a letter? She had already told him that she wanted signs that he had at least tried to reach out, to show her that he didn’t completely abandon her. Lucy was so unbelievably fed up with Natsu at this point. That stupid, idiot man! No words could describe the resentment she felt towards Natsu, not even coming from her, a proper writer.

“You just don’t get it Natsu! God, can you PLEASE try to use that non-existing brain for once!?” She yelled in despair, tears welling over in her eyes from the heartbreaking frustration building in her heart.

“No, I don’t get it Lucy! For fucks sake, why do you have to be such a pedantic bitch?” He couldn’t stand her vague hints at what she wanted him to say. Why couldn’t she understand that he wanted real answers to his questions, not insults to his mental capacity. His big hand grabbed her collar, making it tighten up significantly. Lucy wasn’t scared, she told herself, because being scared of the person she hated the most at the moment was not only unbelievably embarrassing, but also just way below her standards. So she fiercely bit down on her lip, partly to make the tears stop flooding, partly to throw the fire dragon slayer off guard.

Natsu’s usually kind onyx eyes looked like angry storms, showing her the most spiteful stare she had gotten in a very long time.

“Maybe I’m a pedantic bitch because I’ve always had to balance out your disgusting childish personality all the fucking time. Do you have any idea of what a menace you are, not only to me or this guild, but to society?” She hissed, no longer holding back the anger she felt. If he wanted to make this fight about things that didn’t relate to that article, then she wouldn’t hold back. Natsu, out of everyone, was the last person she wanted to hear those comments from.

“I don’t give a fuck if you think I’m a menace to society or whatever because at least I manage to protect society from whatever dangers they face! I’m the one who saved the entire continent from fucking Acnologia, and what did you do in the meantime, huh?” He sneered, lifting her higher in the collar. His fists were itching to… not hit her, but hit something. Gray would have been a good target, but the wall was closer – he made a mental note.

“Believe it or not mister main character syndrome, I was helping beating Acnologia. In real life, and not just in whatever weird imaginary place you ended up in.” She was really reaching again. “You, however, always think I’m just some weak loser who can’t hold her own ground! As if I don’t save your butt every single mission due to your stupid recklessness!” Lucy wasn’t backing down despite feeling Natsu’s scolding hot breath against her face. “And no, I don’t care about how you claim to always act on instinct to protect your family, because it’s proper bullshit! You don’t get to act all high and mighty and great for this guild because your indecisiveness and pure weakness made you leave this guild to rot for an entire year. If you’re going to become this guild’s self proclaimed protector, then you’ve got to be here to protect it.” Lucy pulled away from Natsu’s grip, forcing some space between them.

“No, Lucy, you have no right to say that to me. It’s thanks to me we’ve survived almost every single danger the guild has faced. It’s thanks to me the guild won the Grand Magic Games - or wait, no it wasn’t! Because back then I was saving your ass from getting killed! So sorry for saving you and successfully protecting you all this time. I knew you were whiny, but I didn’t know you resented me for fixing your life. I brought you to this guild, you should be thanking me, not yelling at me for having my own life aside from you.”

“Would you just shut up!” Lucy’s voice cracked, and she quickly resented herself for saying that. “If you regret bringing me here to this guild then maybe I should just leave? But just know that I never ever left this guild in the dust to run away with one of my best friends, leaving the other one behind to rot. I never ran away, despite not being able to speak to my father before he died, despite feeling weak. Because I know I am And I don’t need you to tell me. I’m weak, I’m weird and you think I’m a sensitive, whiny bitch, because no matter what great feats I make, I will always be that spineless girl according to the entire fucking continent.”

Natsu pursed his lips. He had never seen Lucy this upset, and frankly, he hadn’t felt this upset since Igneel left him in the woods as a kid. Hearing her say that she would leave really threw him back into reality though, her words feeling like a bucket of ice cold water getting thrown at him. What the fuck was he doing? Fighting her over something as small as not being able to honestly apologise about blaming her for not managing to hold the whole guild together by herself? An impossible feat, now that he thought about it, unless everyone in the guild had the same mindset.

“No. No, no, no, Lucy, let’s not do this,” he mouthed, relaxing his fists and softening his face. “You’re not weak, or weird, or a sensitive spineless girl.”

As their yelling match quieted down they both became aware of their surroundings again. No one had said a single word while they had been throwing insults at each other, and Lucy became uncomfortably aware of how she basically outed all of her insecurities in the heat of it all. No longer feeling the fighting spirit to keep the tears abay, she let them blur her vision. Fighting with her best friend was draining, and she never ever wanted to do it again.

“You’re the person I hate the least in, like, the whole world, please don’t say you’ll leave.” He almost whispered this sentence, not wanting everyone to listen in to their private conversation, but getting the opposite effect as he heard Gajeel whisper to Levy what he had said. If anything, talking quieter made the guild listen even more attentively.

Lucy once again felt her throat thicken up, but this time from regret for fighting and not in anger, as earlier.

“Of course I won’t leave. I would never do that. It’s just…” She sniffled, “I know you probably didn’t mean to hurt my feelings during that interview, you didn’t know that I already blame myself for letting the guild disband, and for not trying harder to keep in contact with everyone. How could you know, I never told you. It just got extra hurtful to hear that you felt the same way. It’s like having one of your biggest fears come true and I just got so… sad… that I got angry instead.”

Natsu could see that she was gathering courage to apologise, which truthfully broke his heart even more than it already had today.

“But I don’t think you’re to blame, I honestly don’t even know what got into me, Lucy. If anything I know that you kept tabs on everyone behind the scenes because rather than ripping up healing scars, you wanted to make sure everyone was safe, wherever they were. I’ve never told you how relieved I was when I saw that we didn’t have to start from scratch to find everyone, all thanks to the fact that you dedicated yourself to getting a job that would give you the information necessary. You’re amazing for everything you’ve done, and if anything, I’m the one who needs to realise that I’m the weak one. I shouldn’t have left everyone like that. It wasn’t fair, and it isn’t an excuse but I was sad and, well… scared.”

This time it was Lucy’s turn to interrupt Natsu.

“You’re not weak for doing what you thought would keep your loved ones safe, Natsu. I know you didn’t abandon me, you really were trying to protect us all, in your way. Though, it would be nice if you knew that we’re here for you too. We want to protect you and the guild as well. I want to protect you.”

“I’m still sorry for leaving. And I’m sorry for not thinking before I talk, I never wanted to make you feel that way. I was being really stupid. Can you forgive me?”

The air was thick between them, mixed with remnants of hurtful words and regret. A few whispers from the rest of the guild made it even more obvious that the current situation was wrong - Natsu and Lucy couldn’t fight. They were best friends, an inseparable duo. It was all so wrong. Lucy’s sobs broke the silence.

“Of course I can forgive you.” A huff or relief mixed with a sob made its way out, almost sounding like laughter. Natsu felt the corners of his mouth pull up slightly, the weight on his shoulders lifting simultaneously. Carefully he took a step closer to her, pulling her into an embrace. Lucy’s relieved sobs made her shake against his chest as she allowed herself to fall into the hug. “If anything,” she breathed, “can you forgive me? You’re not a menace to society, nor exhausting to be with. I’m sorry for yelling at you.” As her voice broke into falsetto, mixing with previous sobs, Natsu managed to laugh lightly.

“Well you were right about the destructive part,” he laughed, tightening his grip around her shivering shoulders. “There’s really no need for you to apologise, but I’ll forgive you if it helps you to forgive yourself.”

Happy gave out a loud cry from beside them.

“I’m sorry Lucy..!” He wailed, throwing himself into their arms. “I didn’t know you’d be so sad about us leaving..!” Seeing Happy cry made Lucy cry even more.

“Of course I’d be sad if my best friends left me,” she managed to say, “I felt so lonely… You guys are everything to me, it was so weird to live without you.”

Happy’s cry was almost deafening at this point, as the only thing muffling the sound was Lucy’s chest and his occasional mumbling about loving her and apologising. The guild kept quiet, no one knowing how to react to the situation. The topic of the disbandment of the guild was rarely spoken of, often due, but not limited to, people silently judging themselves and others for allowing it to even happen in the first place. Cana could lie awake some nights in shame of how she had been drinking away reality when it happened, Elfman took more single missions than ever before, spending them wondering if he hadn’t made the guild blow up, would Makarov never have disbanded Fairy Tail? Some people were firm believers that they’d step up to keep the guild together, if someone had initiated it at first that was. Everyone had their own discomfort around the subject, yet very few had actually spoken about it out loud. Watching the guild’s sun and star fight over the delicate matter had brought feelings they hadn’t felt in a long time, so when Erza spoke up everyone held their breaths.

“I think we all have our uncomfortable memories connected to that year. I can admit, with full transparency, that I also have had some sleepless nights over this topic. But I can assure you both that no one blames either of you, in any way. It’s true that Natsu takes the job of protecting the guild in the highest regard of seriousness, and it’s also true that Lucy does too. To be frank, often I wonder if I could have prevented everything had I been more perceptive. But I’ve never blamed either of you.” Erza’s tone was soft, despite her words being stale and clearly rehearsed in her head. Her own confession made a myriad of other people speak up as well.

“Yeah, we never blamed you two. You’re the ones that brought us together again!” The guild stirred, people talking over each other to get their two cents on the topic. After all, the disbandment was a dam waiting to burst – Natsu and Lucy had just accidentally pulled the plug.

“Well…” the coarse voice that spoke up made the guild quiet down again. Makarov had made an appearance, and Natsu and Lucy, who were already ashamed for having their affairs sorted out in front of their guild mates, got even more embarrassed knowing that he had heard it all. “I must say that I’m surprised, and actually offended, that no one has put the blame on me. You can deny it all you want, but at the end of the day it was me, not any of you, that uttered the words that caused the disbandment. It was never my intention for you to get mad at yourselves or each other.”

Glances were passed around in the guild. Between people who had fought over this topic, and between people who had plotted against other groups.

“I won’t say sorry though.” Makarov gave the crowd a stern look. “I did what I thought was the best thing to do at the time. And you can try to prove me wrong, but everyone here grew during that year. You took your own paths, and experienced new ways of living. I’m sorry for the aftermath of disbanding the guild, but I’m not sorry for doing it.”

When Makarov finished his sentences, the guild let out a collective sigh. Some got annoyed with Makarov’s demeanour – hadn’t he listened to Natsu and Lucy, and heard how harmful the event had been for their relationship? Others sighed in relief, nodding along with his words. He had a point after all, and like it or not, the guild had absolutely gotten stronger after their time apart. Someone mentioned the saying that “distance makes the heart fonder” and another guy pushed him for being corny.

Soon enough the argument between Natsu and Lucy had sizzled out. For everyone besides them, that is. Except, they both felt like there were things to deal with still. There were no more hard feelings between them, their troubles had been aired out and felt small now that they weren’t topics to carefully tread around anymore. Still, they hadn't come to a conclusion. They wanted to talk.

“Do… Do you want to go to my place?” Lucy asked, now that no one paid them attention.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

They knew they didn’t have any eyes on them, but they decided to sneak out the back way anyway. It didn’t feel right to walk out through the big doors that made a big thunk when it closed behind them. Not today. They were still worn thin from the screaming battle – a loud sound might break them from shockwaves only.

The walk home was naturally quiet. They had taken this route home many times before, but back then the silence didn’t feel so empty. It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t emotionally thick. There weren’t any unsaid words, unsaid sentences hanging in the air, clinging to their brains like velcro. Today, everything had been said. There were no more elephants to avoid talking about. Except maybe one.

Lucy was the first to enter the apartment. She took her time untying her shoes and hanging up her jacket. They had gone here to talk, though how, she had no idea. How was she supposed to say anything when the same mouth had heckled him only an hour earlier? Natsu, who also took his time with his sandals, almost moving unnaturally slowly to get those extra seconds to prepare himself, wondered the same thing. He started formulating sentences in his mind, trying to come up with something to say that wasn’t going to ruin them, but before he could put any of them to the test, Lucy spoke.

“Do you want a cup of tea?” Both Lucy herself and Natsu gave her a mental pat on the shoulder. Harmless words. A good sentence even – Natsu would give it first place in the world if he could.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Another successful sentence. Maybe they actually would be able to solve all this.

After Lucy put on the kettle, they both sat down on the couch beside each other. She was first to speak again.

“Natsu, I really am sorry for everything I said.” Natsu tried to stop her there to insert his own apology, but Lucy spoke up louder. “I really said so many things that I didn’t mean, and I’m ashamed I even started the whole argument. It was really immature of me, and I…”

Lucy looked up at Natsu, water was once again pressing in her tear ducts, though this time in regret.

“I just really really love this guild. I don’t know where I would be without it. You seriously saved me that day in Hargeon, in more ways than one. I’m so thankful, I’m sorry for not telling you that more often. Thank you.”

Natsu stared intensely into Lucy’s eyes, wishing his gaze could speak for him, but ultimately deciding to answer.

“I don’t think you understand Lucy, I should thank you. And most of all, It’s me who should apologise. Hadn’t you been in my life I’d still be walking around with a stick up my bum, you’ve changed my perspective on life. We’ve gone through Hell and back together, but I never even once considered you part of that Hell. I’m sorry for being a jerk today.” Natsu didn’t notice until now that he had softly grabbed Lucy’s hand while speaking. He was beyond relieved that she didn’t pull back.

Lucy let out a light sob. She was crying in relief – the reassurance that he didn’t despise her.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you Natsu. You-” she dried some of her tears with the palm of her hand, “you’re my entire world.”

“And you’re mine.” Natsu was quick to answer her, and faster to bring their faces closer. He felt this urge to hug her, keep her tight and not let go for anything in the world, but at the same time he wanted to see her. See her eyes that were still crying, feel her face against his own. So he brought their foreheads together and just breathed with her. Lucy’s breaths were still shallow and shaky, but it felt right to have her skin touching his, breathing in her air.

Then Lucy closed the distance completely. She carefully locked her lips together with his, not being forceful in any way. But they knew that this was the sensation they had been searching for. A complete closeness, mouth to mouth, an action so intimate it felt like they were sharing souls. And right now, they might as well have done exactly that. All their troubles had been shared, all their uglies and all their pretties, and this final action signed a contract. That they’ll keep mentioning anything on their minds, that they’ll say everything they like and dislike about each other. Most importantly what they love about each other. In this short moment of telepathy, they already knew the subject of their love – them.

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Notes: Oops. At least I ended it with a kiss? I can't lie, this was hard to write and even harder to post (I can't figure out the Rich Text function on Ao3 at all, but I needed italics for the fic on ao3! Sorry tumblr-readers, you’re missing out🫣)

I honestly didn't expect it to get so long, most of the fics I write that are over 4k words are mostly just wordy for no reason, lol. But this fic had some drama! My teachers would be proud, dramatic curves are important but I Suck At Them.

Thank you for reading all this! And pls don't hate me for writing other emotions than love and grief, I'll most definitely get back with a trillion of those kinds of fics soon (I prefer writing those fics hehe). XX

[iridium-lizard]

Merry Chrysler everyone :)

[shinegguk]

„Would someone who hates you, do this Love?“

Pairing: RE4!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, dirty talk, smut/comfort/angst (basically a mix of everything), p in v, oral and fingering(f receiving), bathroom/mirror sex, foul language/cursing, fem!reader, Leon kind of dominant(?), kinda enemies to lovers

Authors Note: never thought this would be long tbh.. anyways have fun reading and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS +18

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The way she walked down the hallways of the building, the way her eyes were shining like polished glass and the way her smile lights up the whole room-

Leon was ripped out of his thoughts when another agent tapped on his shoulder to gain his attention. He blinked a few times and turned to look at the man beside him.

„Sorry to interrupt but-„

Leon wasn’t listening at this point. He had her and only on his mind. Everything else didn’t deserve his attention. While he was mindlessly talking to the agent, you were walking into the break room, smiling in accomplishment as you felt good after a good training session with your new coach in combat training.

After Krauser left, you never knew where it was written in the stars where he left off, the training was way more chilling than ever. You liked the coach, he knew what he was doing and when it was the time to stop. You liked that.

As you grabbed a cold cup of water from the water fountain, your eyes were pulled onto Leon. You looked at him, a blush rose onto your cheeks and you weren’t sure if it was from hate or if you were fluttered.

You and Leon had a complicated situationship since you were transferred to the agent company in order by the president. You both never had a good start. At least thats what you thought. Leon was mesmerized by you. He lived for your smile, he loves the way you laugh, the way you are so kind to everyone - except to him.

He never knew what caused you to be so mean to him, he was struggling to not just pull you into the nearest empty space, bend you over and and fuck the most out of you until you liked him. He was so, so much struggling.

As Leon and you held eye contact, the world for the both of you stopped. You couldn’t read the expression on his face, you just interpreted something. And that something was disgust.

You thought he didn’t liked you, so you don’t like him too. But that doesn’t mean you find him attractive. The way his eyes were so beautiful, the way he was so protective over this teammates on missions, the way his body was so appealing. You had your thoughts about him, some horny ones.

It was just sad none of you had the balls to confess it.

You sighed, shook off your thoughts and took the cold cup, emptying it on the spot. You threw the used cup away, aiming your way to the next shower room.

The warm water was cooling for your burning hot body, it was refreshing and the tense muscles were finally relaxing. You closed your eyes for a moment, let the water fall down to your face. After some time just standing under the flowing water, you finished showering.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you made your way out of the shower and almost had a heart attack when you saw Leon leaning against the cool wall with his arms crossed and looking down.

„What the fuck? Get out!“, you screeched and grabbed onto the towel. Leon slowly lifted his head, looking at you with yet again an unreadable expression.

His ice blue eyes pierced through yours, goosebumps forming on your arms, legs, everywhere. You gulped, suddenly you feel so small under his stare.

„You know, I was wondering..“, he was balancing back on his feet and took a few steps forward to you. You stood still, observing his every step he takes to you.

„What?“, you asked, not knowing what he meant or was about to say. You really didn’t, thats also probably why your legs feel like jelly, and your heart was beating like crazy.

„Why do you hate me?“, he was straight forward, wasting no time. He looked directly into your eyes.

„Because you hate me. Feelings are mutual.“

He scoffed. Did you say something wrong?

„Why the fuck would I hate you?“, he asked. Now you felt dumb. You assumed something that was never the case.

„I-I..“, you couldn’t find the words, they were lost like your mind was. He smirked and took more steps forward, his breath so close to your face as he bends down to your height.

„What? You had such a bad mouth when we were talking and now? What happened to that?“, he was looking up and down on you, trying to find your weak spot.

Did you mind that? Hell no. You were somehow growing very attracted by that.

You didn’t know where else to look either. Your eyes jumping from his eyes, to his lips, to his chest-

He caught up on that.

He carefully grabbed your chin, lifting your head to meet your eyes with his. „Eyes are up here, love.“

Love. That nickname was making you weak.

He caught up on that too.

„Oh? So you like being called love?“

You whimpered, you do really like being called love. You felt the butterflies going crazy in your stomach and a funny feeling was developing in your lower area. You were getting wet. You rubbed your thighs together to feel at least some friction.

His smirk grew. He had an affect on you. Or maybe he didn’t and your body just wanted to feel the thrill.

„Just to get that clear. You assumed I hated you just because you thought that by the way I looked at you? And you never had the idea to just come up and ask? Silly girl.“, he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You squirmed under his soft touch on your face.

„Would someone who hates you, do this?“

He pressed his lips against yours, still keeping his hand under your chin as the other wrapped around your waist. You were a little caught off guard but that didn’t changed the fact that you wanted more now. So you pressed yourself closer to his body.

His tongue asked for permission to enter from your lips, your lips were inviting. The sloppy kissing went on, until you felt the bulge from his erection on your lower stomach.

Your lips parted and you both were breathing heavily. You bit your lip as you felt his hand wandering from your lower back to the squish of your butt, grabbing it through the towel that was still wrapped around your body.

„The things I would do to you, it’s killing me.“, he breathed out. Your heart was hammering in your body and the anticipation was rising. You both wanted it, so why not now?

„Then do it.“, you said. He wasted no time, pulling the towel off your body and lifted you up, placing you down on the cold white sink. You hissed at the short sensation but that quickly vanished.

He placed a few wet kisses on your lips before moves on to your neck, collarbone down your stomach to your now exposed core. Your face grew red, you bit your lip harder as his finger drew over your clit to your wet folds. You were sensitive and he took advantage of that.

He spread your legs and angled one onto the sink while the other leg went over his shoulder, giving him enough excess to give you something he dreamed of.

Placing soft kisses onto your inner thighs, he moves closer and you felt his hot breath down there. He placed a kiss onto your pearl and his tongue began to taste you.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, supporting your body by your arms on the sink. Your moaning was music to his ears and he wanted more. He inserted his index finger first and felt you clenching around his finger, soon enough he added a second finder and slowly began to move them.

„Oh-„, you placed your hand on your mouth, trying to suppress the noises coming out your mouth. But Leon wanted to hear them. He stopped pumping his fingers and tasting you, glaring at you.

„Move that hand away and do not dare to be quiet. Let me hear you, Love.“

That was enough for you to let out yet another whimper and Leon continued to taste your pussy and please you. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, grabbing his hair, your breathing increased and your legs started shaking as you let out the most pornographic moan.

Leon helped you to ride out your high, and licked his lips covered in your arousal. He grabbed you by your chin and kissed you again, letting you taste yourself.

When he pulled away, he took off his shirt showing his toned abs and not a second later his cargo pants were on the floor by his feet. He was now in only his underwear but you could the the bulge and the wet spot.

He grabbed you by the waist and helped you down from the sink, turned you around and now you faced the mirror. He bend you over and lifted one of your legs, placing it onto the sink. You eyed him through the mirror as he massaged the squish of your butt before placing one finger inside your wet pussy.

You groaned in emptiness as he moved his finger out and Leon chuckled.

„don’t worry, love, you will feel my cock in just a second.“, he kept his promise and ripped down his underwear, giving his cock a few pumps before he positioned it in front of your entrance.

He gave you a quick look through the mirror and slid into your wet core. Your mouth flew open, grabbing onto the sink edge as you adjusted to his length.

„F-fuck, Love, you’re tight.“, he groaned and grabbed onto your hips, starting to move slow and passionate.

„Oh, god..“, you breathed out and you felt him brimming you to the bone. He was fitting perfectly in you and his hands were made to fit on your waist. He picked up his pace, the shower room was now filled with skin slapping and hot breaths.

His hand traced your back up to your hair, which he grabbed and pulled you backwards, back arched as he pounded into you merciless. Sweat pearls were forming on his fore head, his hot body meeting yours.

What the most thrilling part was, anyone could come in and see the mess Leon made with you. A beautiful mess in his opinion.

The knot in your stomach was tightening again.

„I‘m close.. fuck..“, you moaned out and god know what words came out of your mouth next. You were cock-drunk and your mind was foggy.

„Hold on, love, we are almost there.“

The mirror was fogging up, your sight was now blurry and Leon felt his high coming too, so, he took his last strength and pounded harder into you. His hand found his way to your clit and started circling it with his fingers.

„Cum for me, love.“

Mouth wide open, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs starting to shake for a second time, you and Leon both chased the high. Your arousal was dripping to the floor, covering your and Leons tights.

He pulled out of you, the both of you were catching breaths. He placed a kiss between your shoulder blades, smiling to himself.

„You did so good for me, love.“

There they were again. The butterflies.

You weakly smiled and turned to look at Leon. He gave you the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. He bends down to grab the towel he ripped of you, placing it beside you.

He turned you around to face him, placing his hands on your waist and places yet another kiss on your forehead.

His actions spoke more than enough. He was in love with you, and so were you.

[thesimply]

[candy-coated-eyes]

a snippet of the future

Much to everyone's joy, children learn to cuss.

[amidstthemists]

You, a troublemaker, have a chance encounter with Buggy when he and his crew raid the ship you’re on.

You were always the jokester on your ship. The rest of the crew tolerated it, but jokes were your bread and butter. As a pirate, the days were long and the work was hard and you’d be damned if you didn’t keep yourself amused with silly rhymes, one liners, snarky comebacks, absurdisms, whatever you could come up with, really. Usually you were responded to with a roll of the eyes, a suffering sort of smile, even silence, but sometimes you said a real zinger and got the crew to come together in laughter. Those were the best times. But you enjoyed some of the less tolerant reactions too. You found a particular enjoyment in being a menace.

When your ship was taken over by a group of theatrically inclined circus pirates, everyone in your crew was certain they would all be dying in strange, unusual, and possibly theatrical ways. That was what you were prepared for, too. And, sure, it was unfortunate, but at least the lighting was sure to be great and your inevitable demise was sure to be creative. Being a pirate, believe it or not, was often very tedious business unless you were actively in the middle of some mischief. Dying sucked, but at least it would be interesting and keep you occupied.

And your good humor, much to your captured crew’s chagrin, was there to keep you company until the theatrically inclined circus pirates figured out what to do with the lot of you.

When a certain clownish pirate captain made an appearance, sauntering around the deck of your ship as if he owned the place, a member from your crew elbowed you hard in the ribs and warned, “Better not be planning any funny business.”

If your hands weren’t already raised in surrender with the rest of the crew, you would have put them up defensively. But a mischievous smile was playing on your lips as you said, “Who knows what I’m planning?”

“Who said something about my nose?!” Captain Buggy’s voice was so loud that everyone jumped at the exclamation.

Your eyes moved over the fine yet intimidating figure that was the invading clown pirate captain. His outfit was flashy and makeup was unapologetically clownish. He moved with a grace and confidence that belied the outrage he clearly felt over a comment on his nose. You realize that he must have been insecure (and, overall, overcompensating) for something, but what really got your attention was the frown that defied how his makeup stretched into a smile. His makeup begged for him to smile and, aside from whatever insecurity he harbored, he looked like he could take a good joke. It would be a shame if he couldn’t take a good joke, after all, since he was, in fact, a clown.

Everyone averted their eyes when he stared them down, shining blue eyes roving over each member of the crew you belonged to. Everyone, that is, except you. You looked back at him, unwavering, an amused grin on your face.

“What’re you smiling about?” He questioned, taking a few lumbering steps over to you. He was so tall and moved with such unique grace, such intense purpose.

“What? People can’t smile when they see a clown anymore?” You asked back, daring to lower your hands only to be jabbed in the ribs again, this time by a member of Buggy’s crew. Your hands darted back up into a surrender, but you rolled you eyes as you did it. “I thought that was, like, the whole point. And, anyway, you should think about smiling more. A frowny clowny is a little bit of a contradiction, I would think.”

Buggy advanced until he grabbed ahold of your collar and said, head cocked and inches from your face, “Well, Captain Frowny Clowny is a little pissy-wissied because some fuck-twat should have kept their mouth shut instead of talking about something that wasn’t their business. And, come to think of it, I could have sworn that voice came from your direction. Do you know anything about that, princess?”

You could feel his breath on your cheeks, could feel how strong his hand was, and wondered in equal parts what it would be like to be kissed by someone like him and what it would be like to be thrown overboard by someone with such enthusiasm. When you smiled again, his eyes flickered to your lips before darting back to lock gazes with you. He was impatient like a man but as feral as an animal in his intensity.

“I do.”

“Oh, really? Pray, why don’t you share with the class what you know?” If he was an animal, he liked to play with his food before he ate it.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you and you knew that he felt them too: the captive audience for his performance. But he didn’t know that you liked an audience, too.

“All I was saying was—“

“—so it was you who had something to say. Why am I not surprised?—“

“Hush, I’m not done.” Your voice was a little choked from how the collar cut into your throat, but you pushed on anyway, smile as unwavering as the rest of you. “All I was saying was that why are you so upset about your nose when you have so much more to worry about? I mean,” you wheezed out a giggle at how the expression on his face changed, “I mean, you have twice as many eyes as you do noses and you’re acting like your nose is your biggest problem. What’s up with that?”

“What?”

“And don’t even get me started on your ears.”

You and Buggy stared at each other in silence. The whole ship seemed to be holding a collective breath. Your smile settled into a closed mouthed, triumphant smirk, and when he looked at you like he was trying to read another language, you wiggled your eyebrows. Then, just when you thought he was going to throw you overboard after all, a smile broke through the clown’s determinedly fierce looking scowl and you two started to laugh together.

He released his grip on your collar, smoothed down your shirt, and slung an arm over your shoulder. “You’re not half bad, princess.” He started to lead you away from your crew. “You know, I’m feeling generous.” He looked to his crew, “Take the loot, take whatever you want, but they get to live. Go crazy. Let’s give them some stories to take back to port about Captain Buggy and his dastardly crew.”

He waited for the chaos and carnage to start before looking back to you. “Have you ever thought about running away with the circus? Because do I have an offer for you…”

[go-on-eat-shrooms]

IF THE STARS SAID YOU COULDNT LOVE ME PART 1

Warning: +18

Contains: smut, blood, blades, mentions of Braavos, faceless men, Brackens and Blackwoods battling.

Music to listen to: star crossed lovers by scary kids scarying kids.

The song is beyond perfect.

Summary: You could not ever repeat your birth and who your family is. But when you met Benijocot Blackwood you were willing to fight against the stars to prevent fate from winning.

Being the only daughter of House Bracken had its good and bad moments. You were the type to like the night time or near dawn to go out for walks. Your father always warned you not to go alone but you always defied his wishes.

One night you wondered further than you expected. Lost in thought that you'll be old enough to be betrothed to someone soon was terrifying. So you found the night walks comforting. You didn't want to get married. You didn't want to serve anyone. If you could, you would stay with your brothers and father. Combating and living a happy life. But the real world was not that.

You collapsed on the grass and started sobbing. It wasn't fair.

Unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you. You didn't notice you were severely lost in thought of your terrifying future.

"A young girl such as you shouldn't be out by herself. Especially this late at night. Not only that, I never seen you before. So you are not part of my house. You're lucky your a girl or I would of shot arrows into you long ago."

Benijcot spoke gently.

You looked up startled. Forgetting that you must of went past the barrier stones. And you might just met your death bc you finally where seeing with your own eyes the boy that your brothers and well anyone from your house told was an inhumane beast. But what came next surprised you to your core.

Benjicot sat down next to you on the grass.

"Where are you from and why are you crying as you were on deaths door?"

He said concerned.

"I deeply apologize for wondering too far from where I am suppose to be." You said in hesitation.

You tried quickly getting up but he slumped you back down with his strong hold.

"Are you the Bracken girl that's always amongst all those arseholes?"

He sneered.

"Those assholes are my brothers." You sniffed lightly.

"I been watching you for a long time. I must confess I find seeing you comforting. Though I do not know why. Your pretty and I seen you practice combat in the distance with your so called brothers."

Benji said lightly.

Surprised you didn't have a sword in your neck already you asked yourself if Benji was drunk. You were a Bracken an enemy to house Blackwood.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Since you clearly know who I am." You said softly.  The tears drying slowly on your cheeks in slow comfort.

"As I said, I been watching you, it's kinda odd you would belong to such a family. And for your knowledge I'm not a monster all the time."  He grinned.

From that night on both of you made plans to meet at odd times as to not be caught doing the unthinkable. You always took strolls together through the river banks and forests. Getting to know each other and enjoying one another's company. You had seen a side of Benjicot that was mentioned but thought it couldn't be true. He was sweet, very generous, and most of all cared for you. You had suspicions that you had become more than just friends.

One night you came to the first spot you met him. He waited for you there most times. You told him it was going to be over for you soon. Benji looked concerned and felt his heart drop.

"You can't let them control your life! You have to fight! You must fight! I don't want to lose you. You're my only happy thought when I close my eyes at night and wake in the morning when light hits my face. You are the first name I whisper when I wake in the morning. You are a piece of me like my sword to my sheath. If the stars said you couldn't love, tell me Y/N would you really listen?"

This strong confession of love from a man who was known to slaughter everything and everyone in his wake in battles but had ripped out his heart and gave it to you made you start sobbing.

"I really don't know how to find an open door. I'm trapped inside a chamber with iron gates my love." You sob

"Then let me tear that iron prison with my sword as I have with any other obstacles in my wake! You ever been on a ship? 4 nights from now one docks to Bravos. Lets get the fuck out of here and i know exactly who to go to to help us" Benji growled.

"Who can possibly help us with this situation that's too powerful to break?!" You whispered looking at the ground.

"There's a man with no name, that can change his face like he changes his tunics. He can help us."

"What are you talking about, a man that can change his face? I think you become so shocked you are starting to think like a mad man." You looked up in disbelief of his statement.

"I'm not lying, I been to a huge temple called 'the house of black and white' and there are faces carved off from dead bodies. They are placed on pillars higher than the sky itself. I went there as a kid when I got lost from my father. There I learned the power that has never been seen in the Riverlands. I acquired the skills I know to fight to this day on the battle grounds. 4 days from now we will leave."

You looked at him bewildered and told him more bad news. By that time your wedding takes place.

"Fuck it, run away with me! There can be no man that can ever lay hands on you but me. No man that can caress your skin, no man that can sexually please you BUT ME, and especially not a fucking cunt stranger!!"

Benji screamed

"If the stars say I can't love you I won't listen. What's the point of living without my air. You are my air. Alright 4 nights from now." You said exhausted from crying.

4 nights from that moment you were preparing for your wedding to house Stark. Your handmaid's were helping you put your wedding dressing on. You could feel your heart beating so hard you thought it was gonna explode.

"Tonight is the night" you whispered

One hand maiden asked you if you said something. But you told her you needed a few moments to take it all in. But the truth was Benji was waiting at the bottom of your tower. Oh, you were gonna jump off that big ass height. Waiting below was Benji by Winterfell tower.

You were gonna give the sign on your start to jump down. Lighting a candle. You ripped the white dress off your body and quickly but on fitted riding trousers and a simple blouse.

You started breathing hard, but first put your whole bed by the door. You ran to the window, lighting the candle. You slipped your right, then left leg and sat on your window. You could see the steep drop, but also the man you would tell the old gods and the new they had no control over your future.

You slid beyond fast your breath got lost in basically not a thought but not dying.

You heard slaming and yelling from above.

Benji had your horse you immediately jumped on. You could hear the commotion fading away.

"I'm sorry father, brothers and sorry Cregan." You whispered.

Benji gave you the reins to your horse and the both of you rode away from Winterfell lands.

As expected a ship was docked awaiting your embankment to a mysterious start.

As you yourself docked the ship you heard.

"Valar Morghulis" from Benji giving a coin to the ships captain. The captain more than understood the assignment. And responded 'Valar Dohaeris'.

"What does that mean?" You asked intrigued.

"It's high valerian my father taught me. It means all men must die. And what the captain said was 'all men must serve.' Looking at you sternly.

Both of you felt the sails arise from atop. The commands of the captain to his crew to get their asses in check and prepare to depart the port.

The captain guided you to your quarters underneath the deck. A simple room with 1 bed. The captain grinned and shut the door slowly before stating it'll be a long journey but it'll be worth it.

You sat on the bed nervous, excited, your heart in your mouth, tears forming as to what you just did to your family and poor Cregan. In reality he was a good man. But there was no room for another man in your heart then Benjicot.

"We should get some sleep, it's been a long day for both of us." Benji sighed.

You began to take off your boots and trousers so that you were only left wearing a white thin blouse. Benji took off his tunic but leaving on his trousers. You laid on your side towards the wall. Benji decided to spoon you. Holding onto your waist and slowly making his way up to your breast. You could feel his cock growing under neath cloth. Pulsing with pleasure. He slide his trousers off slowly and placed his hard cock in between your thighs. Slowly thrusting his way near your folds. He felt how wet you got bc of him.

"As it should be, only get wet for me. You belong to me, my little doe." he said softly.

Coming closer he rubbed himself closer to your ass and slide his throbbing thirsty cock inside you. He began to thrust slowly. Since it was a while since the two of you were intimate. You let him lose himself into your body.

He kissed your neck and left soft kisses on your shoulders. He slipped off your blouse. And flung it on the floor. Cupping your right breast. And started massaging your nipple.

"My Y/N." He whispered.

He started picking up his thrusts. having a firm grip on your hip to keep you in place to taking his left index finger inside your folds. Slowly massaging your clit.

You couldn't help but to arch your neck backwards.

"Ride me."  he said

As he laid down on his back. You placed yourself onto of him. Spreading your legs as wide as you could. You started to stroke his girthy cock. Sliding it back and forth your folds. Inserting his beautiful cock inside you. To the most inner parts of your womb. You gasped and moaned his name.

You slowly started bouncing on him. His hands grabbing firm to your hips. Picking up the pace he started arching his hips upwards. Helping you to reach to see nirvana.

You felt a warm sensation inside you. His cum was dripping off his cock. But he wasn't done.

"Turn on your back, I want to cream pie you my sweet doe."

You did as he asked. Spreading your legs as wide as they could. He inserted his length once more inside you. But this time feeling the hunger he was holding back for days. He was pounding you so hard it started to hurt. You moaned loudly, enough to make the near by crew start saying

"fuck her good Lord Benji! It's gonna be a long ass voyage to Braavos!"

Laughter exploded. A huge grin formed on Benjis face. His hair drenched in sweat completely out of breath. He took you into his arms and you both fell asleep.

But the unthinkable thing you just did with the man you actually loved was wild. Your father and brother also friends of the family and poor Cregan. In the end it was for the best. The seven hells could not separate you from your man. Nor blood or a good man. You finally drifted off to sleep in the arms of your beloved.

Part 2

[mist-dancing]

Thought i would finally share the Aussie Bluestar texts

[911abc-confessions]

say what you wanna say about eddie. but only a truly trapped soul would understand him and his actions. he only ever realised he could never be what his love interests would want him to be after getting together. because all he could think of was finding christopher a mother, not about getting a life partner for himself. because he keeps denying every single joy for himself in the face of being a good dad to his son unlike his own father.

this does not mean he wasn’t a bad boyfriend. he absolutely was. and that’s because he never had a role model on how to be a good fucking partner!

any fan who would defend that behaviour is just a superficial fan who can only love eddie diaz skin deep. so fuck you to all those people who can’t accept that eddie diaz is a flawed human by making his wrongs right. and another fuck you to eddie diaz haters who can’t accept that he is also a beautiful soul.

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[quicksilverarchive]

Never get high on your own supply

(1193 words) 15 year old Malani getting arested. He did not go quietly

❗️Warning: foul language. Very foul language. And a mention of drugs.

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“Never get high on your own supply” is great advice, apparently. Malani would argue otherwise.

It's evening, the sun has barely set, and he's walking down a mostly empty, mostly ruined street, hauling a backpack on one shoulder. His hoodie is pulled up to cover his head, his shoes are wet and full of mud and the water in the puddles inside the sidewalk cracks have seeped into his socks. Still, Malani feels great. Molly is known to do that.

Never get high on your own supply is some bullshit.

To be fair, it ain't really his supply. It's the gang's, or rather his uncle's, and he really couldn't care less about the “lost profit” of sneaking some pills. He doubts the sleezy dealers he's running them to are careful enough to notice, they all got their brains fucked by drugs, booze and concussions anyway.

He has a bit to walk still till the dropoff spot, and he's getting kinda bored of walking. He sees a patrol car parked on the other side of the street, the headlights are on, two and cops sitting inside. Should he just start trouble for the sake of it? It would be real entertaining, stupid but entertaining. He sticks his tongue out at the car, they probably don't even see him, he snickers to himself and picks up the pace, skipping down the sidewalk. The alarm of the cop car goes off for a second behind him, he doesn't turn to look, pulling his hood more to hide his smile. The car door clicks as it opens, and a cop yells after him.

“Kid, hey, stop for a second,” he says, and Malani rushes his step even more. “Stop, police!” he yells, and Malani giggles to himself as he starts sprinting. The pigs don't know these streets like he does, it's his turf, his home advantage, so they can run after him as much as they want! He turns for a second to flip them off, laughing, but they're closer than he thought, and he trips on his feet and promptly falls on his ass.

He falls in a puddle, splashing water everywhere, his backpack files off his shoulder, further on the sidewalk. The two cops - a man and a woman - stop abruptly, splashing more water at him. He looks at his hands, his knuckles and fingers are scraped, and bloodied, full with muddy water, but he can't even feel it. The cop grabs his arm and pulls him up, keeping a firm grasp of it. His partner walks around them.

“Why were you running, kid?” he asks

“I dunno… Why were you chasing me?” Malani replies with a cocky smile.

“What's your name? How old are you?”

“Like I'd tell you!” Malani tries to pull away, but the grip around his arm is sturdy.

“What's in this?” the other cop asks, holding up the backpack. Malani turns his head to look at her and laughs.

“Are you stupid? It's literally in your hands, fucking open it if you wanna know.”

“Drop the attitude,” she warms, unzipping the bag.

“Drop the name of your plastic surgeon, cuz he should be fired,” Malani bites back, and the cop holding him tightens his grip.

“What are these?” she asks, holding up some pills.

“I’m not telling you shit, pig.”

“Yeah, you're coming with us,” her partner says, and a muted tinge of panic starts to settle deep within Malani's gut. He keeps the smile planted on his face, be it a little more strained now.

“What were you gonna do with these?” the policewoman asks, stepping closer and waving the pills in front of him. “Did you take any?”

Malani spits in her face.

She yelps, tripping back a little, dropping the pills in the water and whipping it with her sleeve. Malani laughs quietly.

“You are under arrest.” The man turns him around forcefully, and Malani tries to kick behind him, grunting. “Stop resisting, kid, I don't want to hurt you.”

“Suck my big fat dick you dirty bitch-fucking cocksucker,” Malani spits, struggling to escape the hold. His knees get kicked from under him and he falls back into the puddle. The woman joins to try to keep him steady, he turns his head and seizes the opportunity to bite her hand. She screams, he sinks his teeth deeper, the cop behind him grabs his hair and yanks him off of her, ramming his face into the puddle.

He inhales a little water and starts coughing. His lungs are burning. His eyes are burning. Everything hurts.

They only let him get up once he's handcuffed. His legs are unsteady, his face is scraped and he can't open his right eye, he's spitting up blood and mud as he coughs and his clothes are soaked, but he still smiles defiantly. They pull him to the car, shoving him inside as he almost trips on his own legs, and when they shut the door behind them, in the brief window of time before they get in the car themselves, it dawns on Malani that, holy shit, he's getting arrested.

It's fine. His uncle will take care of this! He has to, he's the one who stuck him with this damned job!

The cops both open the doors and step inside the front seats, and for a couple of seconds, Malani can't find his voice anymore. The silence feels like a defeat, like humiliation, he bites his tongue. He's quiet as the engine starts and as the car starts moving and as the cops exchange some phrases he can barely bother to pay attention to. The scrapes on his skin are starting to feel like they're burning, he's stiff all over, and suddenly he feels awfully cold.

“That sort of behavior-” the cop lady catches his attention turning to him, and he tunes back in to what she's saying - “will great you in great trouble, young man. It won't help your sentencing, so-”

If there's anything that will get Malani pissed off enough to override the wave of fear, its this self righteous, bullshit monologuing.

“Get rammed in the ass, you unfucked bitch,” he snarls at her. He feels very shaky.

“If you don't drop this attitude, you might get exactly that in juvie,” the man snaps back at him, and it only fuels him further.

“Oh, what a bold imagination, old man! Bet you'd love to see that, you pervert.”

“Don't stoop down to his level.” The woman shakes her head at the other cop. “He'll get what's coming to him.”

Malani doesn't say anything back this time. It feels like a sort of draw, and he won't risk going further with it and loosing the crumb of power he's managed to obtain in the interaction. While the idea of going to juvie isn't too fun, groveling at the fucking cops' feet and begging for forgiveness or leniency disgusts him. So for now, he'll sit quiet, handcuffed, high, with his bloody fingers and knuckles, scraped face, one eye closed shut, clothes soaked to the skin and nearly clattering teeth, and hope his uncle will get him out of this mess.

[leaslichoma]

This might be controversial but I think that Flandre Scarlet from Touhou Project would swear a lot. She's eternally a tween vampire and her Japanese lines use a lot of rude intonation. I think that she's like a middleschooler who just learned the f word and is using it all the time with her friends now that she can get away with it except she's been that way for five centuries and since she's a vampire who can destroy anything nobody can stop her. Part of my basis for this is this interview in Bohemian Archive in Japanese Red, where Remilia chastises Flandre for calling her "That girl". Chastising Flandre for calling Remilia "That girl" seems a little peculiar with etiquette (which admittedly may be in character for Remilia), but if this would be better translated as Flandre calling Remilia "That b*tch", Remilia's reaction makes more sense and it's also way funnier. (I don't actually know if this is a better translation)

Also, when you consider that Flandre also probably uses Shakespeare era English on account of her age her speech patterns are probably utterly bizarre. It'd get really crazy when you consider that some words which are considered vulgar today were once acceptable in every day speech or had different meanings (sh*t, f*ggot, c*nt). For example:

"Quit dodging my danmaku thou f*cking c*cksucker!" "Wow, that's some pretty colorful language there Flandre, where did you learn those words?" "I am over four f*cking centuries thy elder and yet thou hast the audacity to tell me what words I can and cannot use!? F*ck thou, stupid, stupid, b*tch-*ss whore of a witch! I shall use whatever f*cking language I damn well please!"

And also

*Enters a room where someone is playing a bassoon* "Wow [NAME], I had no idea you were so skilled at playing the f*ggot, you really are quite the musician."

Or

"It's getting rather cold in here, Sakuya. Throw another f*ggot on the fire, won't you?"

[emperornorton47]

[awobbles]

Graph Paper (Toon Turf/Shorts Wars Fanfic about Rusty’s lore)

Rusty was strolling through the woods near Toonville to relieve some of his stress. It was perfect outside. It was quiet, and there was a nice little breeze. He comes to this forest a lot to calm his nerves. His life can be stressful at times, especially with having to work and go to school.

As he walked through the woods, he saw something bizarre. A small rip in the graph paper. It was like a rift in time and space had opened up. He walked towards it. Should he try and rip it open? Would it be dangerous? You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat.

He reaches for the two strips of paper sticking out, and pulls them apart. The rip in the graph paper became bigger, wide enough for him to walk through. He cautiously took a step inside, and found himself in a new place.

It looked like a recording studio, but the backdrop was made of graph paper. The person recording looked to be a person, but he wasn't a toon. The person on stage was... Oh no... It's that rabbit monkey! Why was he here?

Riggy’s head turned, and he spotted Rusty.

“Hey!” Riggy yelled. “How the fuck did you get here?!”

Rusty tried to run away, but Riggy quickly caught up to him and grabbed his arm. Riggy dragged Rusty over to where the camera could see him.

“Look at this, Danno!” Riggy shouted. “Another toon found their way out of Toonville!”

Riggy tightened his grip on Rusty’s arm.

“How did you get here?!” Riggy snarled. “How did you get out of Toonville?!”

“I’m sorry!” Rusty yelled. “It was an accident!”

“The fuck you mean it was an accident?!”

“I didn’t know I would end up here if I went through that rip in the graph paper!”

“Hey,” said the person who was recording. “Let’s just talk this out. No need to get violent.”

“But Danno,” Riggy complained. “He's not supposed to be here!"

“He’s just a kid, Riggy! How about you leave the room for a bit while I’ll talk to the kid?”

Riggy sighed and let go of Rusty. He then went off set. Danno turned to Rusty.

“So,” Danno said. “What’s your name?”

“Rusty,” Rusty responded. “My name is Rusty.”

“And how did you get here?” Danno asked calmly.

“I was going for a walk in the woods and I came across this rip in the graph paper,” Rusty told Danno. “I ripped it open and saw that it led to somewhere else, so I walked through it.”

Danno nodded in understanding.

“I’m sorry about Riggy,” Danno apologized. “He’s a bit unpredictable.”

“Yeah,” Rusty responded. “I know.”

Danno looked at Rusty, confused.

“Have you two met before?” Danno asked.

“Yeah,” Rusty replied. “I don’t wanna talk about what happened.”

“Don’t worry, I understand.”

Rusty looked towards the rip in the graph paper again.

“I should probably getting going before my parents get worried,” Rusty said.

“Good idea,” Danno responded. “Hope you have a better rest of you day.”

Rusty walked towards the rip the graph paper. Before he left, he turned to Danno and waved goodbye. Danno responded by also waving goodbye. Rusty looked back at the rip in the graph paper, took a deep breath, and stepped through it. He was back in the forest was in before. He noticed the sun was setting. It was getting late, and he should get home. He quickly ran out of the forest and back home.

[sonicjustbecause]

In Italy 'damn'is not a cuss word. Just a regular exclamation.

Not even a false friend. It does means exactly what I think...

So I'm not that impressed by Shadow's language. If I think him saying that 'fourth emerald' thing, I can see somebody grown in the '50s who was taugh about talking a proper language and took it to heart.

In Italy we have a colourful foul language that goes to more tame - body waste related - stuffs to more annoying - s** related - things and then there are profanities, that goes simply by naming religious figures and associating them with beasts, usually from a couple of species. They are made tame when you switch a religious figure to the word 'zio (uncle)'.

If we want Shadow sounding foul mouthed in Italian, we should go with body waste related stuffs. 'Dannazione' might be correct but it lacks intent.

Another story if he went with 'F**k', as Jason Griffith said. Shadow got his reputation destroyed since he was made an edgelord. If he went with 'f**k' it would have been even worse. In that case Gerard's hands would have hurted for all the time he would have hit Shadow.

In Italian f**k can be translated by several s** related words, such as vaffanc*l* (there is the tame version 'vaffanbagno', very rare now), c*zz*, the southern synonimous m*nch** and f*tt*t*. It would keep both the meaning and the intention.