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queenshelby · 5 months

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An Illicit Affair

Part Five: Three POVs

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

Your POV

Several hours after your final kiss goodbye from Cillian, you finally arrived at your student accommodation where you shared a room with your best friend and fellow medical student Lucy.

"Big night?" Lucy called out as you walked into your shared dorm room, your eyelids feeling heavier with each step.

"Yeah, something like that," you mumbled, kicking off your shoes and collapsing onto your bed, too exhausted to do anything else.

Lucy's eyebrows rose high in interest and, immediately, she asked "so, who is he?", obviously referring to Cillian who she knew nothing about while, yet, she can read you like a book.

"Oh, just someone I met at the jazz club," you dismissed, shifting under the covers, not wanting to tell her that you had slept with your ex-boyfriend's father.

"Someone you met at the jazz club, huh?" Lucy laughed, plopping down on the edge of your bed playfully. "Does Max know about this 'someone' yet?" she questioned sarcastically, crossing her arms.

"Don't start, Lucy," you rolled your eyes, shooting her a warning glare. "We are not together anymore and you know that," you reminded her sternly.

"I know that, but does Max know that?" Lucy retorted mischievously, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "I mean, you made out with him just over six weeks ago, so you must have some lingering feelings for him," she went on to say and you immediately rolled your eyes, stifling a yawn.

"It was a mistake. I was drunk and I regretted it immediately. That’s why nothing else happened that night," you pointed out without telling her that, just last night, you had slept with Max's father.

"Alright alright, I was just teasing you," Lucy assured you, giving you a small smile. "Anyway, you look pretty beat. Get some rest," she suggested, standing up and walking over to her closet. "I'll wake you up for dinner later," she promised, her voice echoing faintly as she stepped in front of the mirror and started fixing her outfit.

You closed your eyes as Lucy continued talking, your body relaxing instantly.

"Lucy," you began, opening your eyes halfway after just a few short minutes, "can I ask you something?" You hesitated, waiting for her reply.

"Sure. Anything," Lucy replied, her tone curious as she twisted her hair into a messy bun. "So, what's up?"

You hesitated briefly, unsure whether this topic was appropriate to discuss with your best friend. However, considering the fact that you trusted Lucy with your life, you decided to confide in her.

"Have you ever been with someone who was not actually available?" you hesitated, glancing at Lucy cautiously. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she tilted her head quizzically.

"You mean like they were in a relationship, but you hooked up with them anyway?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Yes," you replied softly, biting your lip nervously. "Something like that happened to me last night," you whispered, the memory of Cillian fresh in your mind. "The guy I hooked up with last night is married and I actually feel awful about it," you confessed, averting your gaze, unable to meet Lucy's questioning stare.

"Wow, that's quite a situation," Lucy responded, her voice softening noticeably. "How old was he?" Lucy asked curiously, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Forty-something," you whispered, cringing inwardly.

"Whoa," Lucy exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. "That makes him old enough to be your dad," she chuckled, her laughter filled with disbelief. "Seriously though, why did you sleep with him? Were you drunk?" she asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Not very. I was a little tipsy, but I knew what I was doing, Lucy," you replied defensively, the guilt gnawing at your conscience. "I just...he is very attractive and intelligent. We talked for ages, about music and life. His eyes are insane, and the sex was the best I ever had. He was so attentive," you confessed, looking down at your hands, ashamed and embarrassed. "I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. He's had this magnetic pull on me," you explained, causing Lucy to sigh.

"Well, the fact that he is married is not really your problem. It is his," Lucy reasoned, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "But I think your problem is that, clearly, he has shown you something you really want but cannot have, isn't it?" Lucy added thoughtfully, and you nodded weakly, your shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I guess you are right," you whispered, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt awkwardly before changing the topic to your upcoming placement at the university hospital.

Lucy listened intently as you explained your worries and, after some deliberation, offered helpful feedback based on her own experiences last year. She was one year ahead of you in her studies and just started her second year of rotations and, even despite the earlier conversation, you managed to set aside your worries and immerse yourself in the excitement of embarking on your first clinical rotation yourself.

With that being the case, you tried very hard to forget about your night with Cillian as, over the next few days, you focused on preparing for your new role as a junior doctor.

You studied tirelessly, revising your notes and reading numerous articles to ensure you were fully prepared. At the same time, you found comfort in Lucy's unwavering support, and she became your rock during these challenging times.

Your first rotation was in the ER department, where you faced life-and-death situations daily. Your workdays were long and grueling, but the adrenaline rush and the knowledge that you were saving lives made it all worthwhile.

Amongst serious cases like cardiac arrests, you also saw patients with minor issues like sprained ankles or mild fevers. These were mostly patients who thought they had an emergency but were well and truly out of place in this busy and fast paced environment you were in.

While you worked tirelessly alongside experienced doctors, nurses, and paramedics, Lucy was assigned to the surgical ward the same day as you, meaning that you got to see her only occasionally now and, despite the distance between you, you found solace in the fact that you were going through similar experiences.

Lucy was like a big sister to you, one you could always rely on, and it made the long shifts easier to bear. Over the following weeks, you built strong bonds with your colleagues, and the camaraderie among you all strengthened. Everyone supported each other, and the sense of teamwork was empowering.

However, in spite of the positive atmosphere surrounding you and the excitement of finally working in a hospital setting, your mind often wandered back to your encounter with Cillian six weeks ago. The memories of his fiery blue eyes and strong hands were etched into your brain, impossible to scrub away.

You couldn't shake off the image of him looming over you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, or the way he felt beneath you, his muscles flexing as he moved. The mere thought of him drove you wild with desire.

One day, you stumbled upon a photo of Cillian online. He was attending a premiere in London, dressed sharply in a suit that hugged his frame perfectly.

You felt a sense of longing wash over you as you zoomed into those pictures, examining them closely, studying him, analyzing his appearance. How did he manage to age gracefully while maintaining his charm and charisma? It wasn't fair. You wished you could see him again in person, hear his voice, feel his presence. But reality hit you hard; this man was out of reach for you until, somewhat rather unexpectedly, you received a call from the hospital on your day off. There was a patient in the ER who had listed you as his next of kin and this patient was Max. You were asked to come in immediately while both of his parents were flying in from Dublin and the sheer fact that Max had to have surgery worried you greatly, especially since you did not know what happened.

Cillian’s POV

Several hours after his encounter with you, Cillian finally arrived back home in Dublin after his flight had a one-hour delay at Heathrow Airport, which where Cillian had spent most of his time pondering about the intimacy he had shared with you.

Cheating on his wife Danielle was not something he had done before and, even though his marriage was broken, he felt guilty about betraying her trust.

As he opened the door to his house, he immediately noticed that Danielle, his wife, was sitting on the couch waiting for him and, as usual, she was frustrated about something.

"You could have called to tell me that you were going to be late," she snapped, gesturing to the untouched plates of food on the table. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a white tank top, her hair tied up in a messy bun.

With a shrug, Cillian tossed his keys onto the counter and approached Danielle, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you would be home," he apologized, stepping into the kitchen to grab a bottled water from the fridge.

"What's wrong?" Cillian asked, sensing tension seeping into the air. Danielle ran her fingers through her hair and heaved a frustrated sigh as she stood up abruptly.

"Nothing, Cillian! Absolutely nothing!" Danielle said angrily, flicking her wrist dismissively. "You just come and go as you please and I have had enough of working around your schedule, that's all," she said and Cillian arched an eyebrow, taken aback by her outburst.

"Danielle, I've told you countless times before – my work requires flexibility," he sighed, taking a seat across from her. "It's not easy to plan every single detail in advance," he explained calmly.

"I get that," Danielle muttered, folding her arms over her chest. "But sometimes, it'd be nice to have a heads-up. To know when you're coming home, instead of waiting here for hours, wondering what happened."

"I'm sorry," Cillian repeated, feeling helpless. "I didn't even know that you would be home," he admitted honestly, and Danielle scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder impatiently.

"Whatever, I need to get ready for bed," she grumbled, rising from her seat and disappearing into the bedroom but Cillian did not follow her.

He had enough of her constant mood swings and outbursts and needed some peace and quiet. The truth was that Danielle had been growing increasingly distant and cold, and Cillian couldn't deny that it was affecting him deeply.

He had fallen out of love with her a long time ago and whilst he had always been faithful to her simply out of respect to his vows, he had now betrayed her and felt much less guilt than he thought he would.

In truth, he was numb, and the prospect of losing himself within another woman's embrace, however brief, had been irresistible. He couldn't help but wonder how different it would be with you and the images of the night you shared with each other returned to his head over and over again over the next few weeks.

He had become addicted to thinking about you, your sensual lips and intoxicating scent. This obsession seemed to fill the void in his life that had once been filled by Danielle and, even when he slept with her, all he thought about was you.

He would dream about your soft touch, that sultry voice that whispered dirty promises into his ears, and those lips that tasted like sin itself before, one day, he would go as far as to look at pictures of you that his son Max had taken and posted on his Instagram profile.

It was wrong - he knew that. It was sick, perverted, and disturbing. Yet, he could not resist. He wanted to remember you and cherish everything about you in any way possible.

One afternoon, Cillian caught sight of a picture of you sitting by the pool at his house, looking breathtakingly beautiful as the sun cascaded down on you from above.

He zoomed in on the picture, scrutinizing every contour of your face, every curve of your body, and every nuance of your expression. Every time he saw you, it stirred something deep within him and now this longing had become so bad that he had to relieve himself of the tension stirring in his loins.

He had become obsessed with you, dreaming about you, craving you.

"Why can't I stop thinking about her?" Cillian muttered to himself, wiping a hand over his sweaty brow as he sat down in front of his computer, the screen of which featured the picture of you, wearing a bikini.

With trembling hands, he undid his belt buckle, releasing his throbbing erection. His cock sprang free, erect and pulsating.

With shaking hands, Cillian reached for the mouse in front of him, zooming in closer on the image of you by the pool. He licked his lips, imagining the warmth of your body, the softness of your skin. He could almost smell your perfume now, a mix of jasmine and vanilla, and it sent a wave of arousal coursing through him.

"Fuck," he groaned, gripping his shaft tightly, stroking it slowly. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes, envisioning you.

Your face was crystal clear in his mind. He remembered how soft your skin had felt under his fingertips, how warm and inviting your body had been against his. He recalled the taste of your lips, the sweet sensation of your tongue intertwining with his. He visualized every moan, gasp, and whimper escaping your lips as pleasure washed over you both.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed loudly on the desk, startling him. He quickly picked it up, checking the caller ID. It was Unknown.

"Mr Murphy?" a woman on the other end of the line greeted him politely. "My name is Laura, and I am a nurse at the UCL Hospital," the woman began to say and Cillian froze, his grip loosening around his member before he pulled up his pants.

"Yes," he croaked, swallowing thickly. "I'm listening. What's going on?" he asked and the nurse sighed heavily, her voice sounding frail and strained.

"Your son Max was admitted to our hospital following an accident," she revealed grimly and, immediately, Cillian's jaw dropped, his heart pounding erratically against his chest.

"What kind of accident?" he demanded to know, his voice cracking. "Is he going to be alright?" he asked as the nurse started talking again.

"Yes, Mr Murphy. He is going to be fine. None of the injuries are life threatening. He was in a car accident and has some fractures which will require surgery," she said before telling Cillian that his son is still intoxicated, which meant that she required his consent.

"Intoxicated?" Cillian echoed in confusion, a million questions racing through his mind. "Was he driving?" he pressed the nurse, desperate for answers.

"I am afraid so, sir. Now can I please have your consent?"

the nurse prompted, her voice becoming more urgent. "If so, we will proceed with the surgery."

Before Cillian could respond, his heart raced frantically, fear gripping him tight. He struggled to breathe, panic overwhelming him. All he could think about was Max, his son. How could this happen? Was he okay?

"Yes, yes of course," Cillian stammered, clearing his throat. "Go ahead with the surgery. Just make sure he's going to be alright," he pleaded, his voice cracking as he imagined the worst. "We will be on our way to London," he assured the nurse before hanging up.

Max’s POV

For the past few weeks and since, unbeknownst to Max, you had slept with his father, Max has been trying to get in contact with you but, for the most part of the past six weeks, you had ignored him completely.

And yet, he messaged you constantly, asking if you were alright and if he could see you. When you never replied, he began to stalk you, and it was at this point that you had to make things clear to him.

"Having made out with you that night several months ago was a mistake," you told him gently, trying not to hurt him. "I was really drunk then and the only reason I got that drunk was because one of my friends had passed away," you explained, looking at Max directly in the eye.

"I knew that Y/N, but I still thought we had a connection," Max insisted, his voice breaking slightly. "I couldn't let go of that night," he confessed, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"We didn't have a connection, Max," you replied firmly, refusing to let him believe otherwise. "That night was a fleeting moment of weakness and it won't happen again," you assured him.

His face fell, disappointment evident in his eyes. He looked down at his feet, clenching his fists tightly.

"I still love you Y/N. Please, just give us a chance," Max begged, desperation clouding his judgment.

"I don't feel the same way anymore, Max," you answered him calmly, hoping to spare him further hurt. "I care about you, but as a friend only," you clarified, watching his reaction carefully.

Max stared at you, disbelief and sadness mingling in his eyes. "Is it because I party too much? Or because I don't know what to do with my life? Because I can change all that Y/N. I will change myself for you," Max argued, reaching out to touch your arm, only to withdraw his hand at the last minute. Seeing the hurt in his eyes, you shook your head apologetically.

"No, Max. I do not want you to change for me. You should be true to yourself and I am certain that, one day, you will find someone who will appreciate you for who you are. You are still young, and it is okay to have some fun. I am just not the right person to share this kind of life with," you replied kindly, attempting to lift his spirits without actually pointing out to him that he was simply too clingy and too difficult to deal with for you.

Max was partying a lot and led a toxic lifestyle, which was something that simply did not agree with you. You needed to be with someone mature and responsible.

Someone who understood the gravity of the decisions you made in life, and who valued loyalty and commitment as you cared deeply about your studies and career.

You also desperately wanted to avoid making hasty commitments that might lead to future regrets. You wanted someone who shared your values and goals, a partner who respected and appreciated your passions, and who genuinely enjoyed spending time with you. You believed that maturity and responsibility brought a sense of stability which appealed to you, and you wanted to experience that feeling.

Max, on the other hand, was at the stage in his life where he simply wanted to have fun, which was clearly something his wealthy parents enabled him to do. He lived worry-free , with his pockets full, and had no real responsibilities weighing down on him.

While he certainly admired your intelligence and independence, he didn't understand how important it was for you to be successful in your chosen field. And although he genuinely cared about you, he was oblivious to the sacrifices you made in order to achieve your dreams.

In the days that followed your conversation with Max, he tried to put his mind towards someone else. He was desperate to find a distraction from you and, in doing so, he went on a what some would refer to as a "bender".

The following days were marked by nonstop drinking, drug use, and meaningless hookups with strangers and one of these alcohols fueled evenings became his downfall. He was driving while being intoxicated and lost control of his car, sending him straight to hospital which is where he was faced with your presence once more as well as the presence of both of his parents.

To be continued...

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teaandransacking · 1 year

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hii!! could you do an anthony lockwood drabble where reader is having a stressful day and its just a bit of comfort from him ? thank you ^^^

Of course! I had a bit of a shitty day on Thursday so I sympathise.

I hope this ticks all your boxes!

Words: 1k ~ content: Straightforward Fluff.

You closed your bedroom door, wondering if screaming into your pillow would be audible for your housemates downstairs.

It’d been a hell of a day. First you’d accidentally tumbled loads of books off a shelf in The Archives when the hardback you wanted was stuck. Then when opening your purse in Arif’s shop, the coins had jumped out of a rip in the seam and rolled under the baking goods shelf, some of them never to be seen again. And then, when you’d arrived home and shut yourself in the basement to blow off some steam with rapier practice, a fuse had blown, and no one else was home, so you’d spent a frustrating half hour trying to change it, something you’d never done before.

After all that, you were so thoroughly frazzled that just one more thing would’ve been the last straw, so when Lucy, George and Lockwood arrived home after a recce on a nearby mansion, you’d pleaded a headache and retreated upstairs. They’d wanted to hear the results of your research, but you’d asked them to wait until tomorrow.

You loved them all, but you were going to have a meltdown if today threw one more spanner in your path.

As intent as you were on escaping, you hadn’t noticed Lockwood’s concerned frown as you went.

In your room, you lay on your bed, gazing at the ceiling. There was a small spider making its way around the plaster of the ceiling rose, and for a moment you longed to trade places with it. No responsibilities, no clumsy accidents, no embarrassment or stress.

As you’re contemplating a nice little life as a spider, there’s a soft knock at the door, and then you hear Lockwood utter your name.

When you don’t reply, he adds, “Are you all right? We were worried.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue to ask if he means he was worried, but you decide not to read too much into it.

“Can I come in?” he says after a few moments.

“Okay.”

The door opens slowly, and he stands there in his shirt and tie and smart trousers. Purple socks today. He’s holding a tray with a steaming pot of tea on it, a little china milk jug, and two cups.

One of them, you note, is your favourite cup, shaped liked a cat with the handle fashioned as a tail.

That makes you smile, and you sit up.

Lockwood comes to the end of the bed and places the tray down.

“There’s the smile I wanted to see,” he says. “Can I sit?”

You nod, and he does, folding his long body next to the tea tray.

He pours deftly, not a single drop wasted, and adds the amount of milk he knows you like, then offers you the cat cup. You watch his hands as he works, hoping he doesn’t know how often you’ve thought of them on you, how his rapier-calluses would feel on your skin. On your most sensitive places.

“Thanks,” you say instead.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” he asks, his hazel eyes searching your face.

“Just a lot of little things getting on top of me. You don’t need to worry.”

He frowns. “But I do. You’re part of this team, and-” he cuts himself short and looks down into his cup of tea.

You reach forward and pat his thigh. “And what?”

He looks away as he adds, softly, “And more than that, you’re very important to me personally. So if you’re upset, in any way, I want to be here for you.”

You smile. “It’s admirable, that you care about your employees so much.”

Lockwood sighs, setting his cup down. “You know it’s more than that. Or, if you don’t know, it’s because I need more practice letting people in.” He holds your gaze as he sets the tray aside and moves up the bed towards you, making sure you’re okay with his proximity. “Do you want me to stay?”

“Yes,” you say, leaning into him as he sits next to you, and then he curls his arm around you, and you snuggle in, and he smells of earl grey tea and hot buttered crumpets, and home, and everything inside you unfurls, and the knot in your stomach relaxes.

“Just to check,” Lockwood says, resting his cheek on your hair, “There’s no one that needs to meet the sharp end of a rapier after today?”

You chuckle, sipping your tea. “Nothing like that.”

“Because if Kipps-”

“I swear, nothing like that.”

“Good. That’s good.” He stands up for a second and you worry he’s going to leave, but instead he grabs a thick blanket from where it’s slung over the foot of your bed and brings it over, sitting down again and tucking it around you both.

You snuggle back into him and he sighs, tugging you back against the headboard.

Through the window, the sun is setting, filling your room with blood orange and gold hues. Shadows spill on to Lockwood’s face, kissing his cheekbones and the set of his mouth, and he’s almost too beautiful to look at.

You sit there together for a long time, his arm around you, his cheek warm on your hair. You can feel his heart beating under your palm, and it’s a steady, sure sound. It makes you feel safe. Wanted. Loved.

At some point you realise, “Lockwood! Your tea’s gone cold.” The tray is still on the floor, where he put it earlier.

He shrugs. “I can always make another cup.”

This, from the boy who is all we only have so many teabags and one biscuit per agent, makes you melt a little bit. Especially when he adds, in that buttery smooth British accent, “I only have one priority at Portland Row right now, and it’s you.”

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red-write-hand · 2 months

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Introducing…

Oliver Knight

“His fake personality was the one he wore around the betting shop. The quiet, small, timid Oliver Knight who was good at maths and kept a bottle of Aspirin in his desk just for his boss. That was fake. The real Oliver Knight read romance novels, poured over poetry, romanticized the world around him, and smiled a lot more. The real Oliver Knight would rather be writing poetry out in the countryside with fields of flowers surrounding him. The real Oliver Knight knew how cruel the world was and decided that whenever no one was looking, he would have his own little world, his own little story where he could be who he wanted to be. Without anyone commenting or making fun of him.”

Age: 23 Occupation: Thomas Shelby’s secretary

Physical description: Short fluffy blonde hair, grey-green eyes, pale skin, lots of freckles, very very slender frame (5’7”-5’8”) as he forgets to eat sometimes (he eats, he just sometimes forgets if he’s wrapped up in a book), slender fingers, and pale lips.

Family: Almost none existent. His sibling died in the war and his parents disowned him after finding out that he was gay

Friends: Used to have a group of friends from Uni but they left after they found out he was gay. His current friends are Ada, John, and his kindhearted landlady Lucy.

Likes: Romance novels, everything academia, poetry, the night, Shakespeare, Greek and Roman mythology, dead languages, romanticizing life, cooking warm meals, soft touches, classical music, flower fields, the way Tommy caresses his jaw, the way Tommy plays with his hair, autumn, the theatre, darkness, and especially Tommy

Dislikes: Being overstimulated, people making fun of his voice (he has a very small voice at work), loud noises, people hurting Tommy, riddles, his own intrusive thoughts, deep water, early mornings, headaches, Tommy being away for too long, not being in the loop of information, being babied by anyone who isn’t Tommy, unhappy endings, watery eggs, and candle burns

Character flaws: Fear of abandonment, Constantly worried about loosing himself in a good feeling, unwilling to accept the love that Tommy want to give him, very much dislikes asking for any type of help

Character strengths: Once he trusts you with his true personality, he will fight for you till he dies. He can find out a lot about a person just by being in their presence so if you need information, he can find it out. He knows a lot about a lot that he probably shouldn’t, so he’ll just drop (usually) useful information and never explain how he’ll know it.

Important character notes: He has a hard time with dealing with the world so while he’s in his own little flat, he tends to see the world through rose colored glasses which Tommy doesn’t enjoy. He puts on a mask for work so he doesn’t have to deal with the teasing and the prejudice. If this was set in the current day, he would have been diagnosed with ADHD or something on the neurodivergent spectrum.

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runningfrom2am · 3 months

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what happened to lucy gray baird?

1. well, in her defence, she had considered lucy gray a friend too. it’s just that she loves knowing all the cards and she couldn’t trust anyone except her coryo.

2. lucy gray being afraid of coryo being nearby because the capitol duo are never not around each other and therefore, alongside not having what it takes to take r’s life, shying away from the cabin but r being the actual physical threat to her all along because had it been her who went after lucy gray, she couldn’t have escaped and coryo is long gone at that time.

3. “She tried to kill me, too.” no, i’m pretty sure she is the reason why you’re alive and well right now but whatever it takes to gain trust i guess.

4. i’m so glad that both sejanus and lucy gray acknowledge everything that could’ve been an indicator of how much she was “not like them” after things happen because it creates a contrast with r convincing herself that she is in the right before anything happens.

5. the president and the head gamemaker <333 (i have accepted them as my favourite problematic couple, what about it?)

6. sejanus imagining r and coryo as the presidential couple when they were kids is everything.

7. after seeing her with arachne, persephone, livia, ash and lucy gray; it’s safe to say, even after all, sejanus was never actually on the receiving end of her anger. she did love him enough for him to survive.

8. i love how her emotions went from shock to disgust and then confusion to contentment because how else does a human react to this? the boy who was one of her closest friend, once, the boy whose life she’s saved, standing in front of her only because she has lost the war.

9. her character doesn’t seem to have changed much over the passing time if she refuses even the idea of dying a boring and unimportant death. even in death she has to have the biggest effect on the world as she knows it, whether it be mourning for days or a big celebration.

hiii omg we have so much to discuss here we go :)

1. she considered lucy gray a friend until the moment she realized that lucy gray could be a potential threat to her. she wasn’t a tribute anymore- she was a victor, and now there was no cage separating her from him. not even the “cage” (if we can refer to it that way) of him being a peacekeeper and not being able to be seen with her publicly.

but THEN when they are set to be married a year later, she’s like *sigh* “i wonder if lucy gray would have been my maid of honour. that could have been cute” like it wasn’t HER FAULT THAT LICY GRAY WAS “DEAD”. did she kill her? no, but she did manipulate coryo into doing it and i consider that very much the same thing.

2. the faith she still had in coryo for some reason to be like “oh god, he wouldn’t leave her out here alone. i have to get out of here.” like girl he just tried to kill you OF COURSE HE’S LEAVING HER OUT THERE ALONE. but i think by that point they were both very much equal threats to her- so she was not about to run the risk of either of them seeing her (even if she didn’t know he was gone)

3. yeah like sir-

(to be fair it is an extremely fine line that she walked between “trying to kill him” and “letting him go” considering she got to the point of lifting the weapon at him, so it doesn’t surprise me that within such a short period of time he’s still seeing it the way that he does.) also 100% he needed lucy gray to know she was safe with him and by convincing her that he was in the same boat was the most obvious way.

4. oh absolutely. and i think it’s almost funny how sejanus was best friends with them for so long and then it took one day for him to go from “haha my friends are so crazy. unchecked anger issues- am i right?” to “oh, shit, like they’re violently insane and i should have always known this.” the rose coloured glasses had to come off SO fast.

5. 🫡🫡 (i love them so much)

6. AND HE WOULDDDD 🥺

like no doubt he knew about their feelings for each other well before either of them did. and i know damn well even if most of their classmates didn’t like him he was privy to one or two conversations about them when they weren’t there. like clemmie would TOTALLY corner him and be like “what do you know?” omg especially after livia’s birthday and hold on i’m actually gonna work on a part two rn-

7. he had ALMOST been on the receiving end of her anger. and also, like he says, “i’ve seen her get violent before, but nothing like that” even though she wasn’t violent toward him necessarily, i think it was the things she was saying that really freaked him out. she was angrier than he had ever seen her, and i think it was the calmness and severity of her statement that nothing was going to keep her from the life she wanted that did his opinions in.

8. yes and i know eventually she landed on being happy. bc really, that is what she wanted. “i won’t bury another friend” is HEAVY here, because while she never buried him, after going out of her way to save him from his execution and then letting him go in the HEIGHT of her mental breakdown, she never really knew if he survived. she risked so much for his survival, that i think it would be extremely fulfilling to know that she succeeded despite everything.

9. yesss and really how could she change? any kind of moral compass she had was left in twelve and she was rewarded significantly for what she did literally as soon as they got back. every single one of her problems were instantly solved; she had coryo, her father was out of her life, and she was immediately put on track for her dream career. and like she said, she got everything she ever wanted. even after her “death” it was attention that she craved and therefore she would have it- she doesn’t care if people are celebrating her death. it’s a testament to her success.

#i have the answers #ltpf <3 #that-veela-girl

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arbitrary anniversary ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Lucy really, truly wishes that when Natsu had offered to plan their date, that she could simply relax and not worry about it. Unfortunately, there's that little itch in the back of her brain that's telling her that there's something that she's missing about this. ao3

Nalu Week 2023 Day 1: Anniversary @allaboutnalu @thenaluarchive

It was a rarity for Natsu to plan their dates, and even rarer that he had insisted on doing so. In the eight or so months they had been together, it was mostly Lucy who had put together their date nights. It wasn’t something she minded; Natsu had always been passive in her planning, willing to go along with whatever would make her happy.

He wasn’t a traditional romantic, not fond of candlelit dinners or bouquets of roses, and while maybe that was the type of guy she had always dreamed of as a little girl, she couldn’t imagine herself spending her life with anyone else.

That was why it came as a surprise when he wanted to plan their next date night.

She was all for it; it was less work on her plate, and she trusted Natsu truly and fully, but he had been going to strange lengths to ensure he kept everything about it under wraps, and it was almost... unnerving.

They didn’t keep anything from each other. Secrets did not exist between them, but Natsu had insisted this wasn’t a secret; it was a surprise, putting particular emphasis on the difference between them and justifying his vagueness with any details.

At first, Lucy found it cute and endearing, but as the days passed by and he continued to be giddy about his plans but vague about the details, Lucy began to worry that she had blanked out on a very important date in their relationship.

"I think it’s cute," Levy reassured as Lucy recounted her woes to her, tucked away in a corner table of the guild. "It’s Natsu, he gets excited about things."

"I know," Lucy sighed, nails anxiously tapping the glass of her drink as she spoke. "But he’s almost too excited. He keeps saying that he has big plans but won’t tell me what they are, and I feel like I’ve forgotten something."

"Like what?" Levy prompted.

"Birthday? Anniversary? Other significant date?" She listed off in reply.

Her birthday had already passed, and Natsu’s wouldn’t be for another few months. They were still a few months away from their anniversary, as far as she was aware. She had spent the past few days wracking her brain to try and figure out what other significant dates Natsu might put this much weight on, but continued to come up short.

"Maybe he’s just being romantic," Levy lightly suggested, offering her friend a reassuring smile to try and bring her down from her spiral.

"It’s Natsu," Lucy replied. "He doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body."

"The same Natsu that dug up the cherry blossom and sent it down the river just for you?" Levy teased, a light smirk creeping up on her face. "That Natsu?"

"It’s different," she sputtered back, her face heating up at the memory. "Natsu’s the reckless, spur-of-the moment kind of romantic. He only ever plans things out when it’s really important to him."

"You’re important to him."

Lucy pursed her lips slightly, having no rebuttal for her statement. That didn’t stop the nervous energy that coursed through her veins.

"Why are you so worried, Lulu? It’s just a date."

"Because if I’m forgetting something important, then it makes me a bad girlfriend," she sighed.

Natsu may not have been the dream boyfriend her mind had conjured up as a girl, but he really was the most incredible boyfriend she could have asked for. What he lacked in romance, he more than made up for in other areas.

He was surprisingly attentive. Natsu had a reputation for being careless and forgetful, but when it came to the things that were important to him, he never let the small details slip by. Every important date was burned into the back of his mind, with no need for reminders; her birthday, the day she first joined the guild, the dates both her parents passed, even down to the day her book first got published.

He remembered little details she mentioned in passing: her favourite flowers, the one particular flavour of gummies she liked, the way she prefered oat over soy milk but always got soy because the best coffee shop in town didn’t stock it. It was always things that she thought he would never think twice about, but he remembered, and whenever she asked why, he would simply hit her back with, because it’s you.

He was so good to her, and if he was putting all of this effort into a special celebration of something she couldn’t even recall, then did she even really deserve him?

"I don’t think that Natsu will be upset," Levy justified, and to be completely honest, she was right.

Natsu could barely hold a grudge against anyone, let alone her. If he did get upset, it wouldn’t last the night.

That didn’t stop the guilt from gnawing away at her insides.

"You’re right," Lucy conceded, realising her venting would get her nowhere.

She flashed a half-hearted smile to her friend, who returned it with a sympathy-ridden look.

She couldn’t continue to wallow in her own guilt and worry for much longer, or she just might explode.

If there was some sort of motivation behind Natsu’s strange behaviour, she would just have to find it herself.

"You’re right," Lucy repeated, with more conviction this time, her words more addressed to her inner dialogue than her friend’s statement. "I’ve gotta go," she declared, standing up with newfound resolve.

Levy raised her eyebrows in confusion as she watched Lucy’s behaviour change dramatically in little more than the blink of an eye.

"I’ll see you later, Levy!" She called out, already out the door, before Levy even had a chance to figure out what was going on.

It wasn’t often that Lucy found herself at Natsu’s place, but she had the path there memorised for emergencies, and this, she thought, definitely counted as one.

Natsu and Happy had gone out for an overnight job the day before, leaving her ample opportunity to do her fair share of snooping. Just to be sure, she did a light rap on the front door, only to be met with silence.

Perfect.

She reached for the door handle and found they had left it unlocked again. Any other time she would have scolded the pair for being so careless, but right now she was thanking all the stars that they had left her the perfect setup for some snooping.

That feeling of relief left her quickly the moment she stepped inside, and she soon became overwhelmed, not knowing where on earth she would start.

A calendar would be her best bet, or some sort of notebook where he had maybe written these important dates down, but the place was predictably an absolute pigsty, and she had no idea where she would even start. There was no rhyme or reason for where Natsu put things, and as well as she knew him, she could never quite get into his head when it came to figuring out where he might have left something.

Stepping over a pile of… something, he had left on the floor, Lucy scanned the room looking for any place to start but ultimately came up short. With a sigh, she contemplated the only real option that was presenting itself.

She was going to have to clean his damn house again, wasn’t she?

In all fairness, the cleaning very much went hand-in-hand with the snooping. In doing so, she found a small journal, perfectly cat-sized and decorated with little fishies, multiple letters (rightfully) accusing Natsu of destruction of property, and several pairs of panties that she had thought she had lost long ago.

Partway through her mission, she spotted a pile of recent job requests sitting atop his coffee table, and in her effort to clear it up, she picked the leaflets up with the intention of pinning them to his board, only to promptly drop them when she saw a calendar sitting beneath it.

She had been beginning to lose hope because her brain was beginning to ask why on earth Natsu would own a calendar, but it seemed all her worries had been for nothing.

Reinvigorated by her find, Lucy flipped it open to the date of their date, only to find it and the rest of the page blank. Upon further inspection, she found that the thing was three years out of date.

With a huff, she slammed the thing back down on the table in frustration.

Stupid Natsu and his stupid hoarding tendencies

"Whatcha doin’?" A voice came from the doorway, and Lucy immediately whipped her head over to find that she had been caught red-handed.

Natsu seemed unphased by her intrusion as he tossed his overnight pack carelessly to the side, letting it flop down onto the floor as he walked in.

"Nothing!" She replied, a little more defensive than she intended, causing Natsu to give her a surprised look. "I was just waiting for you, is all."

"Lucy’s been snooping!" Happy butted in, noting the way things had been moved from their original spot.

"I have not!" Lucy spat out in a blatant lie. "I’ve been cleaning," she justified, which she supposed was a half-truth.

It wasn’t like she was here to reveal her true intentions just because she had been caught.

The both of them glanced around the room to find that she had done a rather… unconventional job of it, with certain areas looking spotless while others looked like they had been ransacked, which, to be fair, wasn’t too far off how it had looked before she had arrived.

He shot her a sceptical look, to which she stuck out a pout in response.

"Hmph, maybe I just want to find out something about our date," she huffed, arms crossed over her chest as she carefully danced around the specifics.

Natsu simply chortled in response.

"You’re still on about that?" He teased, clearly feeling at least a little pleased that his surprise plans were getting under her skin. "Can’t you just accept a surprise as a surprise?"

"Wow, Lucy’s so desperate she’s resorted to breaking and entering," Happy sniggered, clearly just in it to get a rise out of her.

"Oh butt out Happy! You two do it all the time!" She snapped back, giving him exactly what he was looking for.

Before any more venom could be spat between them, Lucy felt Natsu’s hands rest on her arms, drawing her attention back to him.

"C’mon, just trust me here, Lucy," he grinned down at her, clearly not upset by her scepticism but not wanting her to worry about it nonetheless. "It’s gonna be great; you ‘n’ me can celebrate together. It’ll be fun."

He was doing his best to reassure her, but his downfall was that he had no idea what he was actually trying to reassure her about. Instead, he had struck fear into her heart with just one word.

There was no longer any benefit of the doubt; he was planning this to celebrate something, and she was still none the wiser as to what exactly they were meant to be celebrating.

She tried to play it cool, to hide her worries from him, but instead her voice got stuck in her throat, and all she could do was flash him a weak smile and hope that he didn’t notice when it didn’t reach her eyes.

Their date was in approximately three hours, and Lucy was no closer to figuring out what the hell they were supposed to be celebrating with it. That was not for lack of trying, of course. She had tried to worm any information out of Natsu, but he would simply shut her down every time with that stupid, cute grin of his that made it hard for her to be upset with him about it, no matter how frustrated she was getting.

He had left her no clues or hints as to what it was that this date was for—he’d hardly even given her a dress code. She was well and truly at her wits end trying to figure out this stupid date.

He had gone to all this effort to plan what he had promised her would be the perfect date, and yet she couldn’t even figure out what the occasion was.

Was she supposed to get him a gift? Would he be mad at her that she didn’t? Would she be able to play it off like she knew what was happening, or would the guilt simply eat her whole?

Perhaps most importantly, did all of this make her a bad girlfriend?

Natsu asked for so little in their relationship compared to what he gave her. If she was forgetting something that was apparently so important to him that he needed to plan a whole date around it.

Lucy wasn’t an insecure person, but sometimes Natsu was so good to her that she felt undeserving of it.

It wasn’t until she got to the final hanger in her closet that she realised she hadn’t been paying any attention as she flicked through her options. Not knowing anything about what they were doing or where they were going had made it difficult to pick out what she was supposed to wear.

She didn’t want to show up underdressed, but she didn’t want to be overdressed either, lest she find out that Natsu had planned on taking her on a spontaneous hike or something like that. It was early afternoon, and it would still be light out when he had told her he would be by, which did her no favours in figuring out where the hell they were going or what the hell they were doing.

Hangers and dresses began to pile up on her bed as she sorted through what she had, feeling as though nothing would be adequate. She tried to concentrate on picking an outfit, but in the back of her mind, all she could do was worry.

It was so stupid. She knew Natsu better than to worry that he would be upset with her, but he had sounded so excited when he talked about this date that she worried that she would hurt his feelings because, in her ignorance, she couldn’t share his enthusiasm.

If she didn’t know what they were supposed to be celebrating, she supposed she would just have to pretend.

She was still putting in her earrings when she heard a knock at the door—a rarity from Natsu but appreciated nonetheless.

"Coming!" She called out as she put in the backing and gave herself a final look over in the mirror.

She had settled on a light blue sundress that hit just above the knees and was decorated with pink and gold flowers that accented the gold stars dangling from her ears.

Grabbing her purse, Lucy finally made her way to the front door, where she came to meet her boyfriend, beaming back at her.

She was relieved to find that, at the very least, she had dressed appropriately for the occasion, finding Natsu donned in a red button up and dark jeans, of course accented with his scarf hanging around his neck.

"Hi," she greeted, her voice soft as her legs practically turned to jelly in his presence—a response that had never really gone away in all their months of dating.

"Hey!" He replied, with that big Natsu smile of his plastered across his face.

He held his hand out for her, which she took in her own, letting their fingers intertwine as she stepped closer to him, basking in the comfort of the familiar heat emanating from his body.

"So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?" She asked, ready to cut to the chase now that the day that had been plaguing her with anxious thoughts had finally arrived.

"Nope!" He simply replied, his smile not wavering even as she huffed in response.

"Please?" She tried, trying to give him her cutest pleading face, but she should have known that Natsu scarcely gave into her charms.

Instead, he leant closer to her, and she was almost certain that he was simply going to cut her off with a kiss before he stopped when their noses bumped together.

"What part of surprise don’t you get?"

When Lucy only replied with another pout, he moved backwards, stepping away and leading her out of her apartment doorway.

"You’ll find out when we get there," he reassured with a smile.

Lucy had expected the when they get there, to come much sooner than it actually did. Instead, she was met with a walk through Magnolia that had gone on much longer than she had expected.

As they were walking down the stairs of her building, she noticed his daypack tossed over his shoulder, which was her first indicator that they weren’t going on a traditional candlelit dinner night. Not that she expected it from him in the first place, but considering she had zero clue what his plans were for the night, being able to rule anything out was a win in her book.

As they strolled through town, hand in hand, they made idle conversation, Natsu not once mentioning what the occasion was. It instilled a certain sense of relief in her, thinking that maybe he would simply not bring it up and she could let herself enjoy the date.

With that little voice of anxiety gone, Lucy could finally let herself relax and enjoy Natsu’s presence, laughing along to his stories from his latest solo job while she shared her own and proceeded to laugh at the silly pout on Natsu’s face upon mentioning receiving the whole reward with no costs for destruction of property.

She didn’t even realise where they were headed until they reached the very outskirts of Magnolia, and her suspicions were piqued again. She shot Natsu a confused look, hoping he might elaborate, but he only looked back at her with that grin that had accompanied every I’m not telling up until now.

It only took a few minutes before she recognised the familiar path they were taking out of town and through the woods lying just on the outskirts. Her suspicions were confirmed when they arrived at a little spot that had become increasingly familiar to her over the years.

The little river, not too far from Natsu and Happy’s house, was a picturesque location, something that Lucy had repeatedly mentioned each time she was dragged here, but her comments were quickly brushed off in favour of what they considered to be the biggest appeal of the place: the vast amount of fish swimming through it.

She just hoped that wasn’t what they were here for today.

Leading her over to one of the trees that stood several feet away from the bank, Natsu dropped his pack on the floor and began to rummage through it before pulling out a well-worn picnic blanket and spreading it out across the grass.

Her expression softened when he looked over, and she realised what he had planned for her.

He may not be the traditional romantic, but he was sweet and thoughtful with everything he did for her, and moments like these made her so grateful that he was hers.

As he was unpacking their dinner from his bag, she caught him off guard with a gentle kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, and his cheeks grew a rosy hue as he looked at her, and she had to hold back a giggle at the sight.

She made herself comfortable on the blanket as she watched him set out sandwiches, cheeses and deli meats, and little chocolate-covered strawberries, which he neatly arranged on a little plate for them. Her heart swelled with affection as she watched the little wrinkle of concentration form in his brow as he made sure everything looked perfect for her.

When he was satisfied with its presentation, he shuffled over to join her, a satisfied look on his face as he looked over his work. Looking back over at her, he smiled when he noticed the look of adoration painted across her features.

"Did you make all of this?" She asked, looking down at all of the options he had laid out for them.

He nodded in response, a proud look evident on his face.

"Mira helped me make it," he explained. "Well, she made most of it, but I helped," he corrected, his voice barely more than a mumble as he tried to conceal and exaggerate the part he played in it.

"Thank you," she breathed. "It’s perfect."

"It’s no biggie," he shrugged, though the pleased look on his face not leaving for a second.

Before he had the chance to say much more, Lucy’s hands were resting gently on his face, and she pressed her lips against his in a soft, thankful kiss. She could feel his smile against her lips; he was clearly proud of how it turned out, and rightly so.

She was fully prepared to take back every time she had said that he wasn’t romantic, because this was everything she could have asked for and more.

They were both panting for breath when she finally pulled away, only barely sated by the taste of his lips, but her plans to kiss him more were stifled by the way her lungs cried out for air.

He grinned at her, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, before he finally spoke up.

"Soooo… can we eat now?"

Lucy rolled her eyes at his very predictably Natsu statement but nodded nonetheless, just as eager to dig into their picnic dinner.

She sat comfortably in his lap as they ate together, enjoying each other’s company and the delectable food Natsu had brought along.

She laughed when he moved his head suddenly as she tried to feed him a chocolate strawberry, resulting in a brown smear of chocolate across his cheek, which he, of course, promptly wiped off with his hand and then licked clean, not about to let any of their food go to waste.

A content hum passed through her lips as she rested her head in his lap, enjoying the peaceful sounds of nature surrounding them; the rush of the river, the songs of the birds, and the rustle of the leaves as a soft breeze passed them by.

All her worries had been for nothing. This was perfect.

Perfect.

He ran a hand through her hair, the gentle scratch of his nails against her scalp calming her body before he began to coax her off of his lap. She sat up and opened her eyes, letting Natsu lean over to his pack as he reached inside.

"I got us one more thing," he told her as he carefully brought out a pristine, white dessert box from his bag.

Once he placed it down on the blanket in front of them, he opened the lid to reveal a cake decorated with blue icing and gold rosettes piped around the border of it. Across the top were letters sloppily scrawled across it, which, after a moment, Lucy surmised said Happy Anniversary, and her heart dropped.

Up until now, she had thought that it would never be brought up and that, in her bout of overthinking, she had misheard him when he said they were going to celebrate.

Between then and now, she had checked her calendar again and again and again, but she was certain that today was not a significant milestone in their relationship, so what the hell was Natsu on about?

"Mira ran out of time, so I had to ice the words on, but I think it looks pretty good," he said, admiring his hard work before looking back over at Lucy, who could do nothing but gape at the cake, looking truly and deeply distressed. "Lucy? Is everything okay?" He asked at the first sign of her panic. "You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to; I just thought it’d be nice."

If she were any quicker on her feet, she would have said something earlier and played it off like she knew what was going on, but the moment she saw the cake, it seemed that her brain had turned off altogether.

Her lack of response caused panic to arise within Natsu, who was desperately trying to find out what was wrong.

She wanted to say something to reassure him, to let him know that all of this had been perfect, and to gently explain that she had no idea what anniversary this was, but she still appreciated all of his effort, nonetheless. Maybe she could have if it weren’t for her brain running a million miles per minute, making it hard to pin down any words and form them into coherent sentences. All she could do was stare at the cake, completely taken aback, until she managed to babble out one sentence.

"I’m the worst girlfriend in the world."

"What? No, you’re not," he assured, worry sparking behind his eyes. "Lucy, what’s wrong? Do you not like the cake?"

"I feel so stupid," she sobbed, bringing her hands up to cover her face and hiding herself in shame. "I’m sorry."

"I don’t know what you’re apologisin’ for," he frowned, his hand resting on her knee in a bid to comfort her. Please, Lucy, ya gotta tell me what’s going on."

With a fair bit of coaxing, she finally managed to look Natsu in the eye, who was looking back at her with a concerned gaze. Her eyes flicked down to the blanket below them, not having the courage to look him in the eye when she finally spoke up again.

"I have no idea what anniversary we’re celebrating," she admitted.

Natsu was silent in response, and suddenly she was overcome with nerves and worry that she had upset him. She had tried convincing herself that he wouldn’t be upset with her, but now that it was happening in real time, she wasn’t too sure.

She glanced up at him quickly, trying to gauge what he was feeling, expecting an expression of anger or upset, but was instead met with a look of confusion on his face.

"You don’t know?" He asked, his voice soft as he spoke, and Lucy’s heart couldn’t take the guilt as she realised that she may have hurt him.

She shook her head.

"Our one-year anniversary isn’t for another four months," she tried to justify, scrambling to save his feelings.

"I know that," he replied, brows furrowed.

"Then… what are we celebrating?"

"Eight months ago, you and me had our first kiss, right here," he explained, which was met with a stunned silence from Lucy. "You don’t remember?" He asked, a twinge of hurt marking his voice.

"Of course I remember," she assured, bringing her hands up to cup his cheeks as she began to recall that moment. "You and Happy took me fishing for a date, but I complained the whole time about how unromantic it was, so you let me sit in your lap while you fished," she recounted. "And then when you finally hooked something, you got so excited that you kissed me for the first time."

Her heart fluttered as she thought of the memory. It wasn’t the perfectly romantic first kiss she had thought she wanted, but it was perfect for them, and that was all she could ask for.

"Yeah, and then you fell into the river," he added, not wanting that seemingly important detail to be missed.

"I didn’t fall. Happy pushed me," she sneered, unimpressed by his reminder.

"Maybe. But however you got in there, you looked real cute clingin’ onto me when I pulled you out."

His smile was so wide as he talked about that memory that every single woe she had instantly disappeared at the sight of it. She let out a breath of relief now that she knew that he wasn’t upset about her not remembering the exact date.

"I want to be so mad at you right now because you made me so nervous thinking that I had forgotten something important, but I can’t because it’s just so cute that you want to celebrate the eight-month anniversary of our first kiss."

"Is it not important to you?" He asked, cocking his head slightly to the side in confusion.

"No! It is important to me; it’s just…" She trailed off and paused for a moment as she tried to think of the right words. "Eight months is kind of a weird milestone to celebrate."

He blinked at her, his expression blank as he tried to process her words.

"Is it?" He replied, not quite understanding where she was coming from.

"Yes, you weirdo, it is."

He hit her with a sort of sheepish, almost embarrassed smile as he registered why she had been so confused.

Well, can we at least still eat the cake?" He asked, glancing over at the box with his celebratory dessert inside.

"Yes, we can still eat the cake," she smiled, which was met with an enthusiastic yell of delight from Natsu.

He had thought far ahead enough to bring them plates and cutlery to eat with, but that didn’t stop him from demolishing his first slice (and each subsequent one) with his hands and encouraging Lucy to do the same. It was only a small little thing, but the two layers made it difficult to fit the whole thing in her mouth when she tried, resulting in frosting being smeared across her lips.

"You got somethin’ on your face," he grinned before leaning in closer, and Lucy was almost certain he was about to lick it off, but instead she was caught off guard when she felt him gently press a kiss to her lips.

When he pulled away, he had not in fact cleared the icing off her face but had instead transferred it to his, and she let out a loud cackle at the sight of it.

"What?"

"You look silly," she laughed, before running her thumb across his lips to wipe the frosting off.

Wiping the icing off of her own face, she leant in to feel his lips against hers once more, barely pulling away after, their noses brushing against each other, their breaths grazing one another’s skin.

"So," she began, endeared by his idea of an anniversary. "What anniversary are we celebrating next?"

"Nine months?" He suggested, his smile wide and so endearing that she couldn’t do anything but laugh.

Nine months sounded good.

#fairy tail #nalu #nalu week #naluweek2023 #fan fiction #mya writes things #allaboutnalu

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maraschinomerry · 1 year

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okay so, what about a lockwood and co x reader (platonic) where reader is quiet but if she does speak it’s always blunt or sarcastic or kinda rude because she doesn’t know how to express her feelings nicely but she shows her love in ways like act of service or protecting the others on a mission and like linking pinkies with them when walking to the archives and things and everyone is convinced she hates every other person but they know they’re the closest thing she’s ever had to a family even if she doesn’t say it

thanks so much bae i understand if you don’t want to write it no presssure <3333

Saving Your Friends 101

Pairings: Lockwood & Co & gn!reader (I know you used she/her in the ask but there aren't actually any pronouns in the fic)

Content: found family, struggling with expressing feelings, school bully, canon-typical violence fighting a ghost, Kipps being a jerk

A/N: I'm the least sarcastic person ever so I hope this all sounds okay 😅 also I just had to use that gif as the header, Lucy looking so done felt like the right vibes for reader in this

Word count: 2.7k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea (lmk if you want adding or removing!)

"Hey loser! I thought I told you to finish my maths homework!"

You were 8 years old, sitting making patterns in the dirt of your school playing field when your horrible classmate Jason stomped over with his group of equally unpleasant friends. He was a brute of a lad: what he lacked in height he made up for in muscle, his expression was almost permanently fixed in a scowl, and he had a small scar on his cheek that everyone thought was so cool and intimidating (but which you knew he got from falling off his bike when he was 5). Half the school, teachers included, were wrapped around his little finger in fear. But not you.

"Go away, Jason."

"Or what? You're not doing anything, nobody ever wants to play with you."

"I don't care," you shrugged. "I'm not going to waste my time so you can pretend you're not too stupid for times tables."

Jason stepped forward to tower over you, stocky frame casting your whole body in shadow, and a few of his cronies twitched with tempered aggression. "What did you say?"

You stood up on the spot, forcing him to lean back to normal as your face rose ever closer to his. You were a couple of inches shy of him, dungarees rolled several times at the ankles to stop you tripping over, but he wasn't exactly tall in comparison to his group. Being smaller didn't faze you; you squared up to him without hesitation. "I said you're stupid and wasting my precious minutes. Life is short… and so are you."

The cluster of boys burst out laughing - not at you, at him. Jason grew red in the face and puffed up like he could account for the missing height to fight you better, but you merely raised an eyebrow. One of the boys stepped out from the group and punched you encouragingly on the arm. Another much taller boy leaned on Jason's shoulder to emphasise the difference. Jason stormed off.

—

Ever since then, quick wit and sarcasm had been your shield as you carried yourself through the world. From holding up against your affectionless parents to commanding instant respect when you started training to be an agent, they served you so well that you near enough forgot how to be any other way. And that was fine. It worked, kept you detached and independent. That is, it worked until you joined Lockwood & Co.

You settled in quickly, discovering that the rest of the agency could be just as snappy as you. George especially had proved more than a match from the day you arrived.

"I'm here for a job," you announced when the curly-haired boy, dressed in orange plaid, opened the door of 35 Portland Row.

"As an agent?" he frowned. Lockwood hadn't put out another ad, as far as he knew.

"No, I just like accessorising with a rapier."

"Well, if it's as sharp as your tongue I shouldn't be in too much danger. Come in." Despite the insult you followed him with a grin. Finally, someone who might get you.

Unlike you, however, they knew how to switch it off. Your switch had rusted long ago, if not fallen off completely. Normally it wouldn't have bothered you, if it had kept you alive up to now it was worth it, but the longer you stayed the more you found yourself growing genuinely fond of your teammates and entirely unable to tell them as much. Nothing had to change, of course, that was what you told yourself - letting them in would only make you weak, it was better to keep to yourself. Say as little as possible to them. You tried to quiet the little voice in the back of your head which whispered that maybe the reason you kept your distance was that you were afraid of saying the wrong thing and scaring them off, of losing your first real friends.

—

"Everybody ready?" Lockwood asked as he dropped his kit bag onto the kitchen floor with a dull thud. You'd been ready nearly 10 minutes, still fairly new to working cases despite the months you'd been there and eager to respect the schedule that Lockwood had set out. Lucy had been the next after you to arrive, offering a quick 'hi' which you acknowledged with a nod. When George came down he immediately started chatting to Lucy. He didn't ask if you wanted to join the conversation. You never seemed to. He often wondered if you actually wanted to be there at all, but you hadn't left despite how little you'd tried to bond with them. There were plenty of other agencies to go to, yet still you stayed.

While Lockwood checked over the supplies once more, you leaned over to Lucy, who so far had been a reliable source on the boys and their actions.

"Is he always this picky with the gear?"

Lucy sighed as she adjusted her bootstrap. "No, just when the case involves families like this one. Brings out his protective 'save the world' side."

You'd heard by now about the young age at which he'd been orphaned, he was open enough about the circumstances if not the details, and you understood his pain but had never been taught how to address anything as serious as that. All you had to work with was your dry humour. "Save the world? He can barely even save his toast in the mornings," you muttered. Lucy snorted.

"If you're quite done mocking my culinary abilities…"

"Oh, I'm definitely not done, but it can wait," you smirked. Lockwood rolled his eyes, but didn't miss the way you wordlessly joined him in sorting through the bags.

The case itself went well, up until about the last 5 minutes. You all successfully secured one source, but it turned out the house had a second Visitor which you discovered when the four of you were ambushed by it in the dining room. It was a man, looked to be in his late 40s, with a thinning head of hair and an even thinner frame. The previous owner, then, Richard. Lockwood immediately stepped forward, rapier brandished, but with an ear-splitting screech Richard tossed him aside. The rest of you watched in horror as he flew across the table and crashed through a chair to land in a pile of splintered wood.

You levelled your own rapier, less aggressively. "George, Lucy, look for the source," you fought to keep your voice as steady as your blade, all your usual confidence gone without the safety net of your snide remarks which would only anger the ghost. "Cabinet behind us is our best bet, I think. I'll help Lockwood." The other two exchanged a glance before nodding and moving slowly towards the cabinet in question. You began to move in the other direction, around the side of the table and towards the spectral figure which was hovering worryingly close to the boy in the debris.

"Hey!" you called. Richard's gaze snapped to you. You faltered. No. Confidence. Wit. Use your ridiculous snarky brain to keep Lockwood alive. "He's not a fair fight any more, and you're better than that, aren't you? Come on, show me what you've got."

You almost heard Lockwood's protest - you saw his lips forming the words, sure, but the noise itself was drowned out by the shriek that burst from Richard's snarling mouth as he rushed towards you. You planted your feet and held your ground, just like you'd done that day in the school yard all those years ago, but at the last second you rolled out the way and sent your rapier slicing upwards. Richard howled, but it wasn't enough to dematerialise him and within seconds he rounded on you again.

"Aww, not bad for a first attempt," you jeered. "Do you want to try again?" The words had barely left your lips before he was upon you, and you swung hastily. The blade split him right down the middle, but he reformed behind you and you had to dance across the space to avoid him, smacking your ribs painfully against a sideboard as you did so. Your chest was heaving as you faced him once more.

"Are you even trying to hit me?"

A lance of air struck you in the centre of your chest, knocking all the air from your lungs as you collided with the wall. That answered that. You would have cried out if you'd had the breath to do so. Lockwood was right beside you, midway from climbing out of the broken chair but now frozen in the glare of the wrathful spirit which hung above you both. With the last of your energy you dragged your body between him and it.

"Got it!" Lucy yelled frantically in the distance, and in a wave the feeling returned to your limbs as Richard disappeared. Lockwood groaned, reaching out to help you up from where you'd slumped against him.

"So you know when you're taught not to taunt the Visitors, did you just skip that class, or…?" he scolded, but there was a touch of amusement in his voice, his way of showing he was grateful to have been saved.

You chuckled, wincing as the sound rattled your bruised ribs. "Scheduling conflict, not my fault. Clashed with 'Saving Your Friends 101'." You realised that was the first time you'd called them your friends out loud. They realised it too.

—

That case marked the beginning of a shift within the agency. Where the rest of them had been struggling to see any indication that you cared about being part of the group, suddenly they couldn't stop seeing them. Nothing had changed in the way you spoke (minimally, and heavily sarcastic when you did), but they learned to notice everything you said without words. How you always grabbed the first aid kit when someone came home injured from a case, and insisted on treating the wounds yourself. The way you clicked the release on the toaster every time Lockwood risked leaving it a little too long. The times George would fall asleep while researching with you in the library and wake up with the blanket from the back of your chair draped across him. The fact that none of them had bought any more of Lucy's favourite tea in nearly two months, and yet whenever she was close to running out the caddy would be full again the next day. As they began noticing the subtle ways you expressed your feelings, they began to find little gestures they could do in return to show they cared without pressuring you into talking, which only strengthened your commitment further. Lucy poured you juice in the morning before you asked and put your pyjamas in the dryer while you were in the bath; Lockwood made a big act of ruffling your hair and calling you 'kiddo' like an enthusiastic uncle when you did something particularly well; George learned your rankings of pizza toppings and Arif's doughnuts by heart so you'd always get the highest one available. All so uniquely them.

—

It was a bright June morning, with fine wisps of cotton candy clouds drifting lazily across the sky. An ice cream van sounded nearby, being pursued by a horde of excitable children. This was no time for ice cream for Lockwood & Co, though - there was an exceptionally big case to research, and it was all hands on deck as the four of you strode towards the British Archives. Lockwood was on the right, trenchcoat left at home and shirt sleeves rolled up to make the most of the glorious sun, rapier hanging from his belt. Lucy was on his left, arm linked through his. Her other hand had started in the pocket of her blue playsuit, which today she wore without tights, but now it held yours and swung casually back and forth. George completed the line on your left. You knew by now that he wasn't overly keen on physical interaction, which you completely understood, but you also could tell when he was willing to let it slide to join in with the group. This was one of those moments. Your hands had brushed as you walked along, and your pinky had twisted round his. This was almost a habit between the two of you by now, not quite as intense as holding hands but still providing a tether, a connection.

Inside was bliss, the comforting scent of old books accentuated by crisp conditioned air which provided relief from the blazing heat outside. You all spread out to gather resources from across the archives. Lucy returned with a stack of books so high she could barely see over the top, and you shifted your files into one arm so you could pull a chair out for her with your free hand. She smiled at you as the books cascaded onto the table.

Before long you were thoroughly engrossed in the research. It was one of your favourite activities within the agency, an opportunity to make a helpful contribution without the expectation of speaking to anyone. The only sounds were the rustle of turning pages, the scratch of your pen as you scribbled notes, and the occasional comment from one of the others when they found something unusual.

"My my," a voice that didn't belong to the group filtered through the barrier of concentration you'd built. You looked up to see Quill Kipps and his team sneering at your table. "It must be a big case to have you all working on it. Or do you just need help with the difficult words, Tony?"

There was a tic in Lockwood's jaw, but he forced an overly polite smile. "It is a big case, one that our client clearly thought we were better equipped to handle."

Kipps scoffed. "Probably just trying to save a bit of cash on a sub-par service instead of paying for the premium. Not to worry, Fittes will be more than happy to finish the job when you fail to."

You decided to follow Lockwood's lead, putting on the most innocent expression you could muster. "Hmm, what was I…" you feigned forgetfulness. "Oh, George, you'll know! What's that theory with the monkeys and the typewriters?" Kipps' team took the bait immediately, giggling amongst themselves at your scatterbrained question.

"Supposedly if you had infinite monkeys with typewriters or one monkey with a typewriter and infinite time, they would eventually type out the complete works of Shakespeare. It's not exactly true though."

Your smile turned wolfish. "That's the one, and remembered without a database too! I just thought of it because I was wondering whether, given long enough, Kipps would eventually say something intelligent. Don't think that's true either."

The other group fell into a stunned silence, giving everyone the opportunity to hear Lucy choking back a laugh. Kipps opened his mouth to respond, but then had just enough sense to realise that there was hardly anything he could say that wouldn't prove your point and promptly closed it again. Instead he shot you all one last glare and turned silently on his heel. The rest of his team scampered after his retreating figure.

Lucy's laughter erupted with enough force that she almost tipped backwards out of her chair. George grinned at you. "That was amazing!"

"Couldn't have done it without you, genius."

You suddenly glanced at Lockwood. His rivalry with Kipps was more intense than any you'd seen before, and you hated to think you might have overstepped or taken away his chance at gaining the upper hand. Relief washed over you when he gave you his signature smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief. "If that's something else you learnt in 'Saving Your Friends 101', I might have to sign up for classes."

"Lucky for you I'm very committed to my studies, I can just lend you my notes."

Lucy leaned over to watch your pen gliding across the notepad as you spoke. She frowned at the page. "Your current note is just a doodle of… is that a crying monkey in a Fittes uniform?"

You all glanced in the direction in which Kipps had retreated. Lockwood reached across and picked up the notebook. "I'll definitely need to borrow this, for educational purposes of course… and then it's going on the fridge." You beamed with pride.

#lockwood & co x reader #lockwood and co #lockwood & co fanfic #gn!reader #platonic reader #save lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim

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centralperkchenford · 7 months

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I just got my daughter her first shots. Could you write a story where Ava has to get her first shots and Tim is not happy?

Here you go! Hope you like it! 💖

I just got my daughter her first shots. Could you write a story where Ava has to get her first shots and Tim is not happy?

I must have done something right to deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses

Tim rocks Ava back and forth it soothing her, whispering soft words into her skin. He can feel Lucy’s eyes on him but he doesn’t turn around just continues to soothe their daughter.

“Tim she’s going to be fine.” Says Lucy’s soft voice from behind him. “Babies get shots. It’s normal.”

Tim sighs and turns around still rocking Ava. “I know. But what if it hurts her or she has a reaction or—” He’s spiraling and he knows Lucy is right. Ava is 8 weeks old and it’s time for her shots and more than likely she will be fine. She’s a healthy baby and they haven’t had any problems so far but something could happen.

“Then we will deal with it.” Lucy says getting up to stand beside Tim. She kisses Ava’s head and then his cheek. “If you spiral about it, it won’t get easier.” Tim bites his lips and Ava coos up at him her blue eyes wide.

“It’s okay baby.” He says. He then turns to his wife who is watching him fondly. “I promised never to let anything hurt her.”

“And you will keep that promise babe. But shots are a part of life. She’s going to be getting them all her life. This is just the beginning. And these shots are to keep her healthy and safe.” Lucy says. “It’s going to be okay.”

Tim nods just as the door opens and the Doctor comes in. “Hi. I’m Doctor Samuels and I will be doing Ava’s shots today.”

Tim looks at Lucy who nods encouragingly and Tim puts Ava on the table. Her eyes instantly water and she lets out a loud wail. Tim has to move back before he reaches for her.

Lucy moves over to the table and soothes her as Dr. Samuels looks over her. “She’s a healthy baby. A good set of lungs too.” She says. “Okay sweet girl. I’m going to give you a few shots.”

Lucy is still soothing Ava, smoothing back her hair and whispering to her. Dr. Samuels gets the needle ready. Ava starts wiggling a little a whimper coming out of her mouth.

Dr. Samuels gives her the first shot and Tim looks away not wanting to see the look on his baby’s face. He turns back to see Ava hiccuping and a few tears in her eyes. Dr. Samuels gives her a few more shots and then it’s over. Tim let’s out a relieved breath as Lucy kisses her on her forehead. She’s a little restless and whimpering but she seems fine.

“All done Ava.” Lucy says lifting her up. “You did good baby.” Ava’s eyes wander around and then they land on Tim. She cries a little and Lucy smiles handing her over to him.

“Hi sweet girl. You did so good.” Tim soothes. Ava lays her head on his chest and her eyes close. Tim gives her a soft kiss on the head and breathes in her baby scent.

“I love you Ava Rose.” Tim whispers. He feels Lucy’s arm on his arm.

“She loves you too.” Lucy whispers. Tim turns around holding on to Ava and kisses her.

“You owe me.” He mutters. “That was stressful.” Lucy laughs and rolls her eyes but kisses him one more time.

“Okay. How does a nice beer and football game on tv sound?” She asks running her fingers through his short hair. “And of course Ava cuddles.”

Tim stares at her wondering how he got so lucky to have her in his life. To have her love him like she does, the unwavering and fierce way she loves. Even now after being married for a few years and having a baby.

“That sounds perfect Luce.” He says quietly as she grabs Ava’s carrier. “You know me so well.”

“Always have babe.” She says looping her arm through his. “And always will.”

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #chenford fanfic #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

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jungleindierock · 2 days

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Rebjukebox 2024 - No. 4

Playlist number 4 of new bands, new artists, with a couple of well known bands thrown in. But all the music is brand new 2024!!! 40 tunes shared here and on my Spotify account. Soz have been a bit busy of late, and got a bit behind with these. No.5 should be out in a couple of days!!

It’s mixed genres of music from many different countries. Makes no difference, where the tracks appear in the playlist, they are all good. I feel 40 is good number of tracks not too long or too short in listening time for your enjoyment. The whole playlist is only two hours and fifteen minutes long.

If your a solo singer or a member of a band, then follow me on my Soundcloud page here, if i like your stuff, i will follow you back, if i don’t follow back then sorry but your not my thing. Whatever style of music is fine, i like many stlyes and will take a listen. You should always trust your own ears with music.

Enjoy & share, hopefully you will discover some great new bands from taking a listen!!

Ok the links for the playlist:- Soundcloud - Spotify

Stay Free Reb

Tracklist

1- Pythies - Eclipse 2- DIIV - Brown Paper Bag 3- Kasabian - Call 4- Lime garden - Pop Star 5- L'objectif - Lilly Of The Valley 6- Slaughter Beach, Dog - I'm In Love 7- Pentire - Don't Let Your Love (let You Down) 8- Jessica Pratt - Life Is 9- Roast Apple - Tied Up 10- Brixton Alley - Young Dreamers 11- Comforts - Lost Your Lover 12- Phantom Parts - Honest Man 13- killkiyosi - Skin Grafts 14- Bess Atwell - Release myself 15- late night drive home - Felling Grey 16- Holly Humberside - Dive 17- Dilemmas - Walkaway 18- Shambolics - Universal Credit 19- april june - Baby's Out Of Luck Again 20- L.S. Dunes - How Dare You 21- Agent Blå - Rain To You 22- Screaming Females - My Dead Wife 23- Wallows - Your Apartment 24- English Teacher - R&B 25- nudista - Waiting Line 26- Marnie Stern -Sixteen 27- Lucy Rose - Whatever You Want 28- Bears In Trees - Hot Chocolate 29- The Courettes - Shake! 30- Wynona Bleach - Swim In the Bay 31- Oceanic - Cry 32- Niches - Supernatural 33- Athena Lim - Being Someone 34- The Ghost Club - It's Your Call 35- April Skies - Don't Let Me Go 36- The Rosadocs - Stand Alone 37- Charlie Lane - Gold drips 38- French Exit - Still 39- Girl and Girl - Hello 40- POLLY - Project 46

#Rebjukebox 2024 - No. 4 #playlist #compilation #indie rock #new music #indie music #World Wide

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cherriesncinnamon · 20 days

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calm during the storm / coriolanus x lucy gray

synopsis: camping out at the cabin during a storm before their adventure the next morning, coriolanus and lucy gray become closer than they both could ever imagine.

warnings/tags: handjob, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), coriolanus x lucy gray (lucy gray has been aged up to 18 for the purposes of this)

word count: 1.2k.

a/n: i've been obsessed with them since tbosas came out, how could i not? fyi - i don't want to romanticise snow, i just like this narrative.

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“It’s too stormy out there, I’ll go tomorrow. Gather some katniss then. Once the rain dies down.” announces Lucy Gray, moving strands of wet hair away from her eyes as she places the rose scented clementine scarf Coriolanus gave her over the back of a chair to dry. Coriolanus nods in response, using the collar of his t-shirt to wipe the raindrops from his face. Their bodies shake from the bitter nip of the cold, worsened by the lack of insulation in the run down cabin.

“We should change clothes, it’ll only make us colder; sleeping in wet clothes.” Coriolanus says, digging through her bag to bring her a fresh set of clothes. He turns around while she undresses, eyes set on the floor out of respect. She taps his shoulder gently once she’s done, a clean shirt and linen shorts placed neatly over her forearm to hand over to him.

The bed was comfortable enough to bear, and just wide enough to fit the both of their bodies. Coriolanus suggests sleeping at the foot of the bed, top and tail, but Lucy Gray persists he lay beside her, chest pressed up against hers, sharing the heat to prevent dying of hypothermia. He complies, bringing himself up to the headboard.

For the first few minutes, they lie in silence, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, hoping that the other will say something. Just one word before they enter what could be the most monumental day of their lives. The day that brings them life outside the grip of the Capitol. A life of freedom and hope.

Coriolanus turns his body on its side, facing Lucy Gray, watching as she does the same. He can feel her cool exhales on his chin; they’re paced faster than usual. His fingertips explore the roots of her curled hair, stroking circles on her scalp. She squeezes her eyes tightly shut, feeling sleep come over her in waves, the comforting floral scent of Coriolanus rocking her like a lullaby. Lucy Gray reaches out, settling her head in the space between his chest and his neck, listening intently to the rhythmic beating of his heart.

Tearing through him without warning, Coriolanus felt the unbearable urge to kiss her. So he does. Grabbing the sides of her small face, he tastes the sweet honeysuckle on her peach lips, the same taste he thought about every second of his days. Lucy Gray is flustered, gasping through every kiss before he ravages for more, but she doesn’t stop him. His palm makes contact with her breast, almost primally without the confirmation from his brain.

“I’m sorry.” he says, lips red raw and throbbing, quickly retracting his hand.

“It’s OK. Here.” Lucy Gray replies in a whisper, lowering the nightdress she has draped over her skin, taking his hand and delicately positioning it on her chest, nipple hardening under his touch. He doesn’t say a single word, taking time to admire the beauty of his songbird, and how hard he is fighting his thoughts. He didn’t want to seem desperate - needy - so he holds back, going slow with his kisses, so slow that it begins to give him a headache.

His hand lingers down her nightdress from her breast to the bend in her waist, fingers slipping to her lower back. He presses his fingertips against the sensitive skin, dragging her body closer to his, as close as humanly possible. Lucy Gray wraps her leg around him, resting it on his hip. She can feel heat between her legs growing increasingly unbearable by the second, intensifying with the sensation of his barely clothed member dangerously close to her inner thigh.

Bright moonlight seeps through the sheer curtain, shining beams of white into the dark room. Coriolanus basks in the beauty of Lucy Gray’s features illuminating by light, from her pretty eyelashes fluttering with every gentle rock of her hips, to her nimble fingertips stroking the nape of his neck in a way that electrified his nerves.

Breaking the waistband of his thin shorts, Lucy Gray’s warm touch against his navel made him shudder. He would never think his little songbird would be so ambitious, but there she was, mere inches away from where he needed her most. His mouth lay agape against hers, too weak to kiss back as she softly takes him into her grasp, gradually increasing pace. Coriolanus buries his head into the crook in her neck, inhaling the intoxicating pheromones on her supple skin. He can feel in inhibitions slipping away with every stroke, the muscles in his abdomen tensing in pleasure. He wants to feel her. Not just her skin or her mouth. He wants to be inside of her.

He removes her hand from his length, riding up her nightdress to her stomach, unveiling nothing underneath. Lucy Gray feels slightly embarrassed at her aesthetics; she’s a lot thinner than the other women he’s probably been with, and more unkept, too. Coriolanus recognises her insecurity and caresses her cheek with his thumb, swiping it across her lips before diving in for another kiss.

Unsure if he can wait a second longer, Coriolanus, still deep in a kiss, climbs on top of Lucy Gray. She quickly welcomes him, spreading her legs to allow him to sink in the space. As he slides himself inside her, she gasps at the ambiguous sensation, wrapping her arms around his neck for support. He groans out in euphoria, his thrusts deep and gentle. After a short amount of time, mild pain turns into pleasure for Lucy Gray, exceeding all expectations. Coriolanus peppers blue kisses on her chest, leaving marks where he once was. Their cold bodies transition to sweating messes within minutes, heat rising in the room.

“Oh, Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray…” he whispers in her ear, climbing closer to an anticipated release. Lucy Gray shuts her eyes, high off of the feeling she thought she’d never enjoy.

With her walls tightening around him like a glove, Coriolanus struggles to hold himself up, groans echoing the empty walls. He bites her lower lip playfully, drawing out a small amount of blood that mixes in their mouths. Her hands snake up his neck and face, fingertips grazing sensitive skin, sending goosebumps through his whole body. His muscles twitch relentless as his climax hits him like a gunshot. Lucy Gray moans sweetly, the pressure inside of her bursting open simultaneously.

Coriolanus collapses to the side, oxytocin coursing through his blood that transports him to a paradise. He turns his face to gaze at his beautiful songbird, who is struggling to catch her breath. They both want to say something, but decide against it. There are no suitable words. Lucy Gray turns away from him, scooting back into the shape of his body, their frames fitting together like a puzzle.

Coriolanus wraps his arms around her tightly, resting his nose on her head. As she drifts off into unconsciousness, he spends most of the night awake, grateful to call her his. If only he could keep her forever, locked away for her to only ever be his. He will not confess this, but will fantasise about it when they run away together. He hopes she will change her mind; agreeing to live the rest of her days with him in the Capitol. But he knows she will not. Coriolanus wonders whether it’s best to trust your heart, or your mind.

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #coriolanus smut #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus

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thanksforthedinosaur · 4 days

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owen - qui je plaisante?

esme emerson - please

beeson - best case girl

silvie - big dreamy head

crumb - the bug

bloomsday - virtual hug

rocco! - keep a benny

buffchick - when i was pretty

luna shadows - heroine

the sewing club - loser 4 u

slow pulp - hanging by a moment

brye - not a baby

lucy rose - life's too short

winnetka bowling league - sha la la

love spells - dope sick

idlework. - willow

vampire weekend - hope

lizzy mcalpine - all falls down

kina grannis - northern lights

the ophelias - rind

ålborg - window

the goalie’s anxiety at the penalty kick - system of one

bnny - nothing lasts

babehoven - chariot

sunday (1994) - tired boy

marika hackman - slime - acoustic

chase petra - soapy water - acoustic

orville peck - cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

toledo - way it was

bedbug - mount moon

bala - galaxy in your eyes

greyl - tsuiarei

hovvdy - every exchange

låpsley - angeles

bryan. - passionate

babebee - happy ending

capo2 - sweetie

griff - cycles

girl in red - ★★★★★

porter robinson - knock yourself out xd

ggwendolyn - windows r the doors 2 the soul

amelia moore - push up bra

josie dunne - die slow

fuvk - sos

annika bennett - power, sex, dreams

nilüfer yanya - like i say (i runaway)

sjowgren - twenty

ill peach - sigh

savoir adore - better for you

tiffi - chemtrails

eyedress - it's all in your head (feat. rico nasty)

rachel chinouriri - it is what it is

smol fish - if only

dellaxoz - come again

wisp - pandora

floral print - grubby little hands

softcult - one of the pack

thursday - application for release from the dream

lakes - kids

sunny day real estate - grendel

into it. over it. - a trip around the sun

annabel - worldviews

microwave - let's start degeneracy

orchards - i feel terrible

cloud nothings - daggers of light

rush week - do you remember

paramore - david byrne does hard times

jasimi - sting v1.mp3

tobi lou - hitchhiker

bladee - false

hannah cottrell - up/up

doja cat - headhigh

tei shi - no falta

young miko - wiggy

戌神ころね - trouble “wan”der！

#mae makes playlists #Spotify

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queenoffishingandcookies · 2 months

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My back has been a bitch for the last several days, which makes for Noctis angst, I guess.

Long story short for several of my headcanons that I am Too Lazy to write out at the moment, Noctis got starscourge when the Marilith attacked and Sylva, while healing him, essentially burned the scourge away with her powers.

(I have a whole thing about Oracle’s powers being able to heal wounds, while generally non-Oracle Fleuret’ simply bolster the body’s healing, not to mention male Fleuret having magic predisposed to combat and being known as Templars, and a whole things on male Oracles despite canon -)

Thing is, the starscourge sort of merges with magic. We see it in Ardyn, he’s not like others who outright become daemons and he can still use his magic (at least, the Armiger, if not elemancy and healing). Similarly, in DOTF, Lunafreya mentions something about the power of the Oracle holding the effect of the ‘scourge back (which Ravus, as a man, doesn’t have-).

SO.

The starscourge literally merging with his magic, his body trying to adapt and push it back and the strain, on top of injuries he’s already had, is killing him and -

On top of burning out the scourge, Sylva is frying parts of Noctis’ magic. Pruning it away, almost, like dead or moldy branches of rose bush in order to save the whole. And it’s agony in a way that healing of the Oracle isn’t meant to be (at least, not for anyone but the Oracle-)

I once read a really interesting post on the effects of starscourge on Noctis’s magic, and how it compares to how members of the kingsglaive and even Regis use magic (example being you don’t see many people using the flasks seen on Noctis in-game).

But, I was thinking, what if Noctis could use magic as he should normally be capable off, but at a cost.

When you’re a Lucis Caelum, everything comes at a cost.

It’s excruciating, it’s difficult, just like re-learning to warp after he’d been able to do so by years by simply sneezing was. Frustrating, even humiliating (if one paid attention to the private scorn of nobles and others behind closed doors or in corners of rooms -)

He was once able to light his fingertips aflame like candle wicks, building palaces of snow and ice, and craft miniature storms without so much as an idle thought - but doing so after the Marilith, after Tenebrae -

It’s a raw, searing pain that cuts straight through muscle tissue and bone. It feels as though his blood is boiling, bubbling, the ceaseless flow of molten rock scorching everything in it’s path, his back tearing open beneath the sharpened steel of a blade’s edge over and over again.

It’s not the pull of his life force being pulled away to make what is dead more tangible to the living, like swinging the royal arms - imprints of his ancestor’s souls - around. It’s not like the total exhaustion and feverish state that follows summoning an Astral (or an astral using him as a tether to the land in moment’s of peril).

It’s energy, so much of it, a physical weight on his shoulders and under his skin, and there’s still traces of the late Oracle-Queen’s touch and the starscourge’s corruption and it burns.

(As magic does, as it has always done-)

Then there’s the lack of control over his powers following the attack, how much a ‘magic fit’ hurts when he does lose control, how he has to bottle it up and probably still does in the future because of how badly it hurts, and what little control he does regain (i.e weaving Magic and elements and storing it in flasks).

Just. Noctis not being able to utilize his powers to the full extent, like the Kingsglaive, like his father. It’s not because it’s gone, or because he hadn’t recovered from the scourge (as much as recovery was possible-)

It’s agonizing, it’s damn near uncontrollable past what he was able to relearn and grasp. And when he does use it, does lose control- it’s even worse.

His flasks, which detonate on impact with a target, while not controllable once cast - they are predictable. Those with him, once outside the radish of the blast, are safe.

With his magic, if he lets his control slip in the pain, there’s not an estimated radius, a safe space to retreat to - and losing control of it is arguably more dangerous than losing control of a flask. It’s not a blast, but a wave that encroaches on everyone and everything around if allowed to.

And I already have a general post on Lucis Caelum Magic. Noctis is in a shitty situation, basically. Damned if you do (use magic) and damned if you don’t.

TLDR:

Noctis is able to use magic outside of the flasks, outside of the warping and phasing he utilizes on. He is able to use the raw elements and heal like the Kingsglaive, like his father - but it’s excruciatingly painful for him because of lasting Starscourge/Oracle damage, think of scar tissue, and easy to lose control of.

While recovering, before and after Tenebrae, he did lose control on occasion and the additional pain he was in afterwards was…not pretty. Neither was the zone of destruction. So Noctis has to also hold it in, keep tabs on it, and the build-up of magical energy is equally bad for him.

#ffxv headcanons #ffxv #noctis headcanons #noctis lucis caelum #does this constitute as Noctis Whump?

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asexy-phoenix · 1 year

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Fic recs

It’s that time again where for no particular reason I trawl my ao3 bookmarks for fic recs! I’ll try not to doublepost any fic recs I’ve already put on a list here, but no promises I won’t repeat any.

Fic recs ahead, under the cut!

Kaleidoscopic, a study of love and soulmates by empress_of_snark

this is a story of Niles Crane and Daphne Moon from the sitcom Frasier (yes, from the 90s) told through a soulmate AU. It’s the classic ‘you see in colour when you meet your soulmate’ but with a twist. When they meet, Niles sees in colour; Daphne doesn’t.

Make Yourself Useful by mystery_ink

another Frasier rec! This one is about Niles and Daphne’s relationship after they get together, with exploration of past abuse and trauma.

Roses by in_strawberry_fields

a series of short Sense and Sensibility vignettes about the story and developing relationship between Marianne Dashwood and Colonel Brandon. Very sweet and touching, and includes Brandon bonding with every member of Marianne’s family to boot!

As Long as Everybody Pays Their Share by nenena

have you ever watched Attack on Titan and wondered what it would feel like if the 104th training squad stumbled into a fairy tale? It might sound weird, but this is a great fic with lots of atmosphere and a very spooky monster.

Sick of Ice by sednamode (sayalaine)

a classic Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fic! Hiccup is struggling with his prosthetic slipping on ice, so his friends band together to help him. Lots of friendship and fluff in this story!

after the scouring by dirgewithoutmusic

an excellent story that describes the trauma and recovery of the Lord of the Rings characters very well. It focuses on Rosie Cotton and her family, and how she helps her husband pick up the pieces of their life and build a new one together. Seriously, if there’s one LotR story I recommend, it’s this one. dirgewithoutmusic writes some beautiful stuff.

How Far do These Roots Go Down? by afterandalasia

more character study and trauma exploration! this story is about Alma Madrigal from Encanto and the story of how she suffered through trauma and death to bring her to the moment where she says something horribly cruel, and the start of the path back out of it. One of the best character analysis I have ever seen for Alma and I love this story so much. Seriously, please go read if you like Encanto even a little bit

Drag You Down by chocomd

I think one of the most realistic explorations of Aang and Katara’s relationships in Avatar: The Last Airbender. This story also dives into what the post-100 Year War world would look like, the Water Tribe diaspora, cultural identity and all sorts of other things. If you like nuanced, in-character AtLA fics, this is the one for you.

To Owe an Ostrich Horse by chocomd

okay, THIS might actually be the best Avatar: The Last Airbender story ever. Exploring the consequences of Zuko stealing Song’s ostrich horse, this story is a hard look at the toll war takes on people and the consequences of class and political hierarchies in society.

A Song Too Far by Beatrice_Otter

have you ever wanted more autistic characters in your Narnia? Then this is the fic for you! It’s a short little story about Lucy having a meltdown and the Beavers helping her.

All the City Lights Look Like Stars by Wolfsong6913

a Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse story about Peni Parker and her having an adventure of her own. Short and sweet and utterly what Peni deserved.

the ravell’d sleave of care by ardentintoxication

a story about the Avengers looking after each other and helping each other with their traumas and hurts. Very soft at the end, and one of the fics I come back to every time I want an Avengers team that actually cares about each other.

Sasha by sadlikeknives

Pacific Rim fic about Aleksis and Sasha and their relationship with each other. It’s very short but still offers a lot of character development. Also provides some cool characterization via the Russian language and how diminutives work for people’s names

Forever by lincyclopedia

“Annabeth comes out to Percy as asexual. It goes better than she expects.” That’s it, that’s the fic and I felt SO SEEN reading it. You will not regret this one.

#fic recs #frasier #sense and sensibility #attack on titan #rise of the brave tangled dragons #RotBTD #lord of the rings #Encanto #avatar the last airbender #atla #narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #Avengers #MCU #pacific rim #Percy Jackon and the Olympians

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franki-lew-yo · 2 years

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Drawtober Challenge: Literary editionsss!

Illustrate a different horror short and/or draw a classic gothic lit character for each day of October.

Annotated, in case the fonts are too hard to read

Shorttober

The Phantom Coach by Amelia Edwards

The Screaming Skull by Francis Marion Crawford

The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde

The New Mother by Lucy Clifford

The Devil and Tom Walker by Washington Irving

The Monkey’s Paw by W.W. Jacobs

Silent Snow, Secret Snow by Conrad Aiken

The Signal Man by Charles Dickens

Dracula’s Guest by Bram Stoker

Oh Whistle and I’ll come to you My Lad by M.R. James

An Occurrence at Owl Creek by Ambroise Bierce

The Vampyre by John William Pilodori

The Romance of Certain Old Clothes by Henry James

La Venus d’ille by Prosper Merimee

The Body Snatcher by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter

Pigeons from Hell by Robert E. Howard

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Lot No. 249 by Arthur Conan Doyle

It’s a Good Life by Jerome Bixby

The Lawnmower Man by Stephen King

The Shadow by Hans Christian Anderson

There will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury

August Heat by W.F.Harvey

The Red Room by H.G. Wells

The Landlady by Roald Dahl

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

The Cats of Ulthar by H.P. Lovecraft

A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner

The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe

Lit-tober

Victor Frankenstein

Sir Simon (The Canterville Ghost)

Grendel (Beowulf)

Jack Griffon (The Invisible Man)

Okiku (The Disk Mansion at Bansho)

Oiwa (The Story of Oiwa and Tamiya Iemon)

Dorian Gray

Ichabod Crane

Bill Sykes (Oliver Twist)

Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde

Camilla

Otsuyu (The Peony Lantern)

Count Dracula

Baba Yaga

Erik (Phantom of the Opera)

Moby Dick

Cheshire Cat

Professor Moriarty (Sherlock Holmes)

Professor Faustuss

Von Rothbart (Swan Lake)

The Wretch (Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus)

Cthulhu

Fortunato (A Cask of Amontillado)

Varney the Vampire

Hop Frog

Long Legged Tailor (Der Strewwelpeter)

Sweeney Todd

Feathertop

Dr. Moreau

Prince Prospero (The Masque of the Red Death)

Moundshroud (The Halloween Tree)

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omgsquee2001 · 2 years

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Chapter 3

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"Stop messing with it!" Star reprimanded, smacking [Y/N]'s hand. [Y/N] sighed in nervousness.

"Sorry. I just, I'm so nervous. I've never done this before." She said. Today was the day. June 10th, 1889. Today was the day that [Y/N was getting married to her boys. Lucy chuckled, sitting on a stool.

"Don't worry hun. I know how nervous you can get on your wedding day. I've been there before." She said. Lucy was gently pulling at the skirt of [Y/N]'s wedding dress.

Star was putting the finishing touches to [Y/N]'s hair.

(Short)

(Medium)

(Long)

[Y/N] smiled softly.

"I honestly never imagined that I would get married. I mean, I've always imagined what my wedding day would be like, ever since I was a little girl, but, ever since Max had adopted me, I thought those dreams would never happen. He always told me that vampires could never marry." She said. Lucy looked up at the girl and sighed, taking [Y/N]'s hands, making her look at the woman. Lucy had become a mother figure to [Y/N], something she cherished with all her undead heart.

"[Y/N], Max isn't here anymore. He can't tell you, or the boys what to do anymore." She said, smiling at the girl. Tears came to [Y/N]'s eyes. She closed her eyes, holding the tears back. She opened her eyes and gently squeezed Lucy's hands.

"Thank you, Lucy." She said. A knock sounded at the door. Lucy stood up, straightening out her dress. When they had gone dress shopping, [Y/N], Lucy and Star had agreed on the two wearing red, strapless dresses.

(Lucy)

(Star)

"Who is it?" Lucy called, opening the door slightly. She smiled, recognizing the faces of her sons and their friends. She opened the door wider. "Michael, Sam, Edgar, Allan, please, come in." Lucy said, beckoning the boys in. Michael smiled and made his way over to his girlfriend.

"You look beautiful." He said, pressing a kiss to Star's cheek. He avoided her lips, as to not ruin her lipstick. Star blushed lightly and smiled.

"Thank you. You clean up very well." She said. Michael wore a blue-gray suit and pants, a white undershirt and a black tie. Sam, Edgar and Allan all wore black suits and ties. Sam looked at [Y/N] and smiled.

"You look beautiful, [Y/N]." He said. [Y/N] smiled and walked over to the boy, pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you, Sam. You don't look too bad yourself." She said, gently straightening his suit. Sam blushed lightly. Lucy smiled at the interaction between her son and the girl. She looked at Edgar and Allan.

"Is it almost time?" She asked. Edgar nodded, trying to look stoic.

"Yes. It's almost time." He said. Lucy nodded. She looked at [Y/N].

"We'll see you there." She said, walking over and pulling [Y/N] into a hug. [Y/N] returned the hug and nodded.

"Alright." She said. Pulling away from the hug, Lucy brushed some unshed tears from her eyes. Though [Y/N] wasn't really her daughter, she still felt as if she were giving away her own daughter to the loves of her undead life. Star walked over and took [Y/N]'s hand, squeezing it in reassurance. She left with Lucy and the boys. Michael looked at [Y/N].

"You ready?" He asked. [Y/N] let out a shaky sigh, grabbing a bouquet of white roses.

"Ready as I'll ever be." She said. With that, the two of them left.

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"David, you're going to burn a hole into the ground if you stare at it for too long." Dwayne said. The four vampires were sitting in foldable lawn chairs set up outside the entrance of their cave. David, his hands folded, his chin resting on them, glanced at the other male. David sighed, lowering his hands to rest upon his legs.

"You can't tell me that you're not nervous either, Dwayne." David said. Dwayne chuckled and shook his head.

"I never said that." He said. Paul smirked at David.

"Oh, what's that I hear? Is the great and powerful David Powers nervous?" Paul teased. David glared at the male. David and Dwayne were wearing black suits with white undershirts and black ties. Paul was also wearing a black suit and a white undershirt, but no tie. Two of the buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his chest lightly. His hair was still left in its usual rock and roll style. Marko, however, was wearing a shirt with a suit print on it. He had cut the shirt so that it was a cop top, making him feel more comfortable. He was wearing a black jacket over it. He wore some black pants. His signature fingerless gloves were over his hands. Marko smiled and squirmed in his seat.

"Oh, I can't wait to see our Baby in a white dress! I bet she is going to look beautiful!" Marko said. Grandpa Emerson glanced down at his pocket watch. He sighed and stood up.

"Get ready, boys. It's almost time." He said. The boys all got up from the chairs, hearing the familiar roar of four motorbikes. The boys watched as Edgar, Allan and Sam rode up, Lucy riding on the back of Sam's bike. Surprisingly, Lucy's dress, and Star's dress hadn't gotten torn up from the ride from the Emerson house to Hudson's Bluff. The three boys stopped their motorbikes, Sam helping Lucy off and Edgar helping Star off. The three boys and the two ladies walked up the white fabric that acted as the isle, taking their respective places along the makeshift alter. The last motor bike to arrive was Michael, [Y/N] sitting on the back. The boys' breath caught in their throats, seeing [Y/N] in the white dress. Michael stopped his motorbike and got off before helping [Y/N]. Since [Y/N] had no family to walk her down the isle, Michael had volunteered to walk her. He held his arm out, which [Y/N] gratefully took. Her gaze fell upon her four boys. She bit back a chuckle at Marko's outfit. It honestly suited him very well. A [Y/N] got closer and closer, her nerves of worry turned into nerves of excitement. This was really happening. The day she had dreamed about since she was a child was finally happening. Michael left her at the alter with her boys, walking over to sit in the one of the lawn chairs. Since the Emersons and the Frogs were really the only people [Y/N] and the boys knew, there wasn't very many seats. Grandpa, who was acting as the priest who would initiate the wedding between the five vampires, cleared his throat. [Y/N] was standing in the middle, David and Dwayne standing to her right, and Marko and Paul standing to her left.

"Dearly beloved, and departed," Grandpa said, gaining some chuckles from the people around him. "We are gathered here tonight to witness the union between these five lovers. [Y/N] [L/N], David Powers, Dwayne Kennedy, Paul James and Marko Austin. The grooms will recite their vows." Grandpa said. The boys turned to [Y/N], David taking his lady's hand in his. Dwayne had written the vows for all of them, Dwayne being the best with words. The four deciding they would share one vow, David speaking for all of them.

"[Y/N]," he let out a shaky sigh. "We never thought this day would come. The day when we would find our mate. Our one and only. We never thought we would all fall in love with the same, beautiful, strong and kind woman, yet here we are." David said. [Y/N]'s lips trembled, trying to keep her tears at bay. "When Max brought you to our cave all those years ago, we knew, you were the one. You have been our rock. Our sun and our moon. You have protected us through so many hardships, and in return, we have done our best to protect you." David said. "With these words, with this vow, we swear with all that we are, that we will continue to protect you, till our last breaths or until the world ends." David vowed, speaking for the three boys that were with him, sharing in this special moment. [Y/N] sniffed and looked down. Grandpa smiled.

"The bride will now share her vows." He said. [Y/N] sniffed again.

"Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamt about the day I would get married. I dreamt about the man I would marry, hoping that he would love me just as much as I loved him," she said. She looked at her boys. "The day that I met you four, was the happiest day of my life. You all accepted me for who I was, even accepting that I had powers beyond the human imagination," she said. "Not a day goes by that I don't think about not sharing my life with the four of you. You four, are the embodiment of what love and protection really are. Loving someone unconditionally, no matter who they are. Protecting that someone with your lives," she sighed. "With these words, with this vow, I swear with all that I am, that I will continue to protect and love you, till my last breaths or until the world ends." She said. Grandpa smiled.

"The ringbearer will now present the rings." Grandpa said. Laddie walked up, holding a purple pillow with five rings on it, four for the boys and one for [Y/N]. Dwayne stepped forward, taking David's place. He gently took the ring from the pillow, gently ruffling Laddie's hair in thanks. He looked at [Y/N], taking her left hand in his. He held up the ring.

"With this ring, we promise to love and protect you for all eternity. We promise to love and hold you in sickness and in heath, in happiness and sadness, in the good times and the bad, for as long as we live." Dwayne vowed, gently slipping the ring onto [Y/N]'s finger. The ring clinked gently against [Y/N]'s engagement ring. [Y/N], having handed the bouquet of flowers to Lucy, took two of the rings in her hands.

"With these rings, I promise to love and protect you all for eternity. I promise to love and hold you in sickness and in health, in happiness and sadness, in the good times and the bad, for as long as I live." She vowed. She slipped the rings onto Dwayne and David's fingers. She took the two last rings and turned to Marko and Paul. "With these rings, I promise to love and protect you all for eternity. I promise to love and hold you in sickness and in health, in happiness and sadness, in the good times and the bad, for as long as I live." She vowed again. She slipped the rings onto Paul and Marko's fingers. Laddie stepped back, standing next to Star. Grandpa smiled again.

"You may now kiss the bride." He said. With that, Paul was the first one to gently cup [Y/N]'s cheeks with his hands and press his lips to her's. The kiss lasted for what seemed like hours, but was only seconds until Paul pulled away. Marko stepped forward, wrapping his arms around [Y/N]'s waist and pressed his lips to her's. After the two pulled away, Dwayne pulled her close, pressing his lips to her's. And lastly, David walked up, gently pressing his hand behind her neck and pressing his lips to her's. David pulled away, staring into her eyes.

"I love you." He whispered. [Y/N] smiled.

"I love you more." She said quietly. The group of friends and family broke into applause, happy for the five vampire's union. Little did the five know, their lives as married couples was just beginning. Nothing could prepare them for what was to come.

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//I really hope you all like this chapter. In the next chapter, [Y/N] and her boys will discover something that should be practically impossible for vampires. And, they will face their greatest challenge yet.//

#the lost boys x reader #stay with us for enternity #David x reader #Dwayne x reader #marko x reader #paul x reader

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