#Besides the Raven pony running animation I did a while back

[spinobsessed]

This Took Me an Hour and 10 mins

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[kirenia15]

Did I interrupt something?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the image and definitely not some parts of the dialogue.

This is just a small part of the fic I am writing with my OC and I just felt like publishing it today. I have been writing for the past few months as a way to cope with my anxiety, which has been really bad since the pandemic started, then quarantine and everything...Well, you all know what I’m talking about. 

Anyway, I am trying to write the fic that I so carefully planned in my head, a Kili *slowburn* love story, and it is actually a “The Hobbit x Skyrim” crossover, but I am not making any progress lately. Therefore, I thought maybe uploading this bit here would provide me with more inspiration or whatever. Hope you like it!

After another exhausting day of riding through the woods, Thorin finally called for them to dismount. [Y/N] leaned back, her hands on the back of her waist as she cracked the bones. It has been almost a month of travelling and, whereas she was now fairly used to riding, the days began to blur together, especially when they ate almost the same thing every day.

Thorin and Dwalin separated from the group as they went to investigate their surroundings, and [Y/N] watched as the Grey Wizard eyed intently some ruins of what looked like an old farmhouse. It had rotten away, although some parts of the roof and a wall were still intact.

“We’ll camp here for the night.” Thorin declared as he returned with Dwalin. “Fili, Kili,  look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them.”

Passing her pony off to the blonde prince, [Y/N] sauntered forward to find out what was on his dear friend’s mind. She arrived just in time to hear him muttering to himself.

“A farmer and his family used to live hear.”

“They probably passed on.” The mage suggested, announcing her presence.

Gandalf shook his head, eyes lingering on the broken wood foundations. “No, no.”

“Oin, Gloin, get a fire going.”

“Aye.”

[Y/N] frowned, unsettled by the wizard discomfort, but she couldn’t figure out the reason, so she shrugged and went with the dwarves to help them kindle the fire. She heard Gandalf grumble, moving towards Thorin.

“I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the Hidden Valley.”

“I’ve already told you, I will not go near that place.” Thorin spat, crossing his arms over is chest.

“Why not?”. Gandalf pushed, agitated by Thorin’s stubborn nature. “The Elves could help us, we could get food, rest, advice.”

“I don’t need their advice.” Thorin was near glowering.

“We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us.”

“Help?”. Thorin breathed, becoming more agitated. “A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the Elves? Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls, the Elves looked on and did nothing! You ask me to seek out the very people who betrayed my grandfather, who betrayed my father.”

[Y/N] has stopped on her tracks and was listening intently to their conversation. Now she better understood the reason why Thorin despised Elves so much.

“You are neither of them. I didn’t give you that map and key for you to hold onto the past.”

“I didn’t know they were yours to keep.”

Thorin low growl ended Gandalf’s attempt to persuade the Dwarf king. Spinning around, the Grey Wizard marched through camp, leaving [Y/N] with a scowling Thorin. Pinching her brow, she sauntered over the dwarf. “The Elves”, she began. “Did they truly offer you no help?”

Thorin’s gaze lingered on the spot where the Wizard had disappeared before slowly turning to her. “None at all.”

This information irritated her to no end. How could the Elves not help? They had always treated her with respect and care in the past. She knew they liked to keep to themselves, but they were not hidden away from the world. She felt disappointment wash over her and stared at Thorin, meeting his eyes.

“I am sorry. I know I wasn’t even alive at the time, but I would like to think that if I could have helped, I would.”

“I don’t care for your sorrows or sympathetic offers.”

[Y/N[’s eyes dropped slightly but Thorin didn’t give her a chance to respond, as he stalked off as Gandalf did. She knew her words meant nothing to him, but she really wanted him to know that she cared, that she understood  ̶ maybe more than anyone else ̶  their sorrows, and that she truly wanted to help.

His dismissal didn’t sit well in her heart. So, the young mage left camp in the opposite direction and wandered alone for a while until she reached a clearing. She sat on the grass and wrapped her arms around her knees, eyes glancing at the distant bushes in front of her. Unwanted thoughts popped on the surface of her mind, thoughts of vile orcs and dragons, people’s terrified screams and children’s wails. She shut her eyes for a moment, resting her forehead on her knees. At that moment, she missed her parents terribly. She missed her home and the little village she grew up in, a simple life full of joy.

A sound distracted her and she lifted her head, looking around to find the origin of it. Some feet away from her, a rabbit was happily nibbling on some leaves, unaware of her presence. [Y/N] felt the corners of her mouth lift involuntarily as she watched the little animal. She then noticed an apple tree just besides the creature and a rumble emerged from her stomach. She was hungry. It has been many hours ago since the last time she ate, and they only had eaten some dried fruits and breads, not even stopping for a proper meal. A second rumble made her decide, and she stood up, walking towards the tree. She eyed it carefully and spotted some ripe fruits on the higher branches. Scratching her chin distractedly, she tried to jump and get hold of a lower branch with little success. After a few more tries, she stepped backwards and, running towards the trunk of the tree, she used it as leverage to jump higher. In the air, she turned and got a hold of a branch. With both hands tightly secured around it, she tried to toss her legs up, but it was a harder task to do than she originally had thought.

In that moment, a certain raven-haired dwarf emerged into the clearing, founding the mage hanging from the tree, legs wriggling about. He smiled to himself at the sight and sauntered over her in silence. Suddenly, [Y/N] felt something wrapping both her legs and immobilizing her pathetic attempts of climbing up the tree. When she looked down rather startled, dark eyes that she knew very well were staring up at her, a bemused twinkle hiding behind them.

“Are you trying to climb up or down?”

“I was trying to get some apples.” Embarrassed, the mage looked at Kili, who was still holding her tightly just below her butt, his chin upwards to face her.

“It looks like you need some help.”

“I can manage.”

“You sure?” Kili raised his brows, his usual teasing tone back.

“Well, I climbed the tree just fine.”

“But you didn’t get any apples.” His smile widened, a mischievous look that she knew well hiding behind his gaze.

“Then you try, if you think you can do better!”

“I will. Now, come down so I can show you how it’s done.”

The mage huffed at his remark, although it also hid a soreness that had started spreading through her arms.

“Let go of me so I can drop.”

“No need, I got you. C’mon, drop now.”

“I weigh too much for you.”

“My sword is heavier than you, [Y/N].”

“Fine!”

The young woman let go of the branch, arms landing on either side of Kili’s head. She gripped his broad shoulders for balance, while he emitted a low growl, now supporting her whole body. The prince slid his arms up her sides and clasped his rough hands on [Y/N]’s waist before finally putting her down on the ground. Their bodies were still pressed to each other, their faces mere inches apart. [Y/N] could feel the slightly ragged breath of Kili over her nose, and a crimson colour reddened her cheeks. She hoped the prince couldn’t see how flustered she has become.

The sound of Fili clearing his throat and announcing his presence into the clearing startled both of them, who immediately separated from each other, as if their mere contact burned their skin.

“Um, shouldn’t you be looking after the ponies?” [Y/N] asked to no one in particular, consciously avoiding eye contact with the brothers.

“Bofur went looking for you. Said you were supposed to help Bombur with the vegetables but you had vanished.”

“Oh, no… I completely forgot, I am sorry.” She started trotting her way back to camp, head dropped apologetically.

When she was out of range, Fili looked at his brother, arms crossed over his chest and a brow raised inquisitively.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Of course not!” Kili’s face was slightly flushed as he stalked back to where the ponies were, trying to avoid his older brother’s gaze.

[ivedonestranger]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans (Animated Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Raven Characters: Raven (DCU), Robin (DCU) Additional Tags: Awkward Romance, Secret Crush, Horny Teenagers, Flirting Series: Part 2 of RobRae Week 2019 Summary:

Life was so good until Robin saw Raven at the pool. Life and thoughts were never the same again. Nonprompt RobRae for RobRae Week 2019!

Read here under the cut or on one of your favorite sites!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18389072 FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13255189/1/Lose-the-Cloak

A/N: Not only another RobRae week 2019 addition but also a gift for @omegansamurai .

Biology. It's a bitch. At least that was what Robin was thinking after the week they had gone to the Jump City community pool. It had been a scorcher of an afternoon that fateful day and Beast Boy was desperate to swim. As usual, anything to do with water, Starfire was all ready for since her planet did not have a lot and the fact that humans of Earth swam in it fascinated her. Robin would go as a chaperone while Cyborg and Raven usually found an excuse to avoid it. This day, Raven decided to go too.

Since the defeat of Trigon and the disappearance of Slade, Jump City had become calm. Most of the HIVE 5 had disbanded to follow more legal careers. Robin had seen Gizmo a few times at the tower working with Cyborg on some technology he was developing as a freelancer for Wayne Enterprises. Jinx had taken up a mercenary position with the HIVE, acting as a hero in her own right, though it was more about protecting dignitaries in foreign lands so they would not get kidnapped. Mammoth, of course, did not go far from the mistress of Bad luck's side and acted as her tank when needed.

Now, the city mostly dealt with the usual criminals which meant the Titans now had to keep PR in mind. Robin had decided the outing would be great for Public Relations, the Titans side by side with the people they protected. He knew how it would go. The kids would absolutely enjoy Garfield changing into all sorts of different animals (though Robin specifically warned him about any shark forms), while the boys would be chatting up Starfire. The innocent Tamaranian Princess would just love the attention. He, on the other hand, would camp out under an umbrella with his computer and finish up paperwork, fielding a few questions from the men about his job and his teammates. That's how it always went. None of those plans took Raven into consideration.

The pool was not packed but it had a decent amount of people. The public was ecstatic when they walked in, Robin in his trunks and white t-shirt while still sporting his mask, Beast Boy in his own maroon trunks and a ducky floater that he had to wear because of a lost bet with their resident sorceress, and Starfire in a two-piece bikini in the same color as her usual clothes. Her hair was back in a pony tail, and Robin had taken a moment just to appreciate the girl's natural beauty before going right back to his computer screen. He had more important things to handle then interest in women. That, was before Raven took off her cloak.

She had arrived a little later than the others and Robin had looked up to watch her to make sure she got comfortable. She had set up under an umbrella on the opposite side of the pool and dropped her cloak and tossed it on the lawn chair beside her. His heart skipped a beat when he caught sight of the black one-piece swimsuit with a small red gem at her throat. It was not a low cut top but it showed off every curve the azerathian girl had. His heart skipped a few beats, and she moved around her little nest, laying out her blanket and piling two or three books besides her. She had her sunglasses on and quickly laid out and began to read.

Why was he staring? Why the hell was he staring at his best friend and thinking the thoughts he did? It was not the first time he had seen her without her cloak, and there was no much difference between the leotard and the swimsuit she presently wore, but there was something, sensual about the way she laid on the blanket absently kicking her feet she had lifted of the ground.

Richard Grayson was glad that he was in his own mind and nobody else could hear him. His mind was no longer on the paperwork he wanted to finish but on his friend. The angle of her hips, the swell of her chest as she breathed and curves of her ass. Irresistible curiosity struck him of what she looked like without the swimsuit. At that point, he immediately shifted his computer a bit lower to make sure nobody knew what he was thinking.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'

Since that day, Robin could not help but notice Raven as they worked, fought, and trained together. She was alluring with every move and caused his heart to beat rapidly when he instructed her personally. Things have gotten so uncomfortable and had opted for looser training clothing lately.

Raven's leg made contact with the training bag, and it was followed by a curse and the sound of her landing on her butt. Raven growled and pushed herself up while Robin tried to look everywhere but the woman on the ground.

"What the hell am I doing wrong, Robin?" Raven demanded. "it's a simple kick but I can't keep my balance."

"Ummm…." What was she doing? All he could remember was the sway of her body and how nicely she was filling out her uniform that day.

"Earth to Robin," Raven chimed right in front of him. The smell of her scent and sweat mixed together and he immediately snapped to.

"Sorry, I was...distracted."

"What is so distracting in here?" Raven asked hands planted on beautiful hips.

'Oh, I wish I could tell you,' he thought but kept it to himself. He shook his head and tried to focus.

"You're shifting your weight to quick and also have a tendency to stand on your toes," Robin explained. "You also need to put the turn in your hip, not your leg."

"What?" Raven glared. "I hate this combat stuff. Can't I just smack the bag with a spell and call it a day?"

"No, You have to get this in case you are disabled of your powers. We have no idea who we will be fighting next."

"Yeah, I know," Raven grumbled pushing a bit of her purple hair out of her eyes. She walked back over to the bag and stood there. Robin watched her, admiring the view.

"You gonna help or what?"

"What?"

"The kick," she said. "I saw you showing Beast Boy. You can touch me for this part."

Robin almost had a heart attack right there. Raven never allowed anyone to touch her and had made it clear that there had to be specific permission before anyone else was allowed. She had seen him training Beast Boy, probably the clumsiest of the Titans, showing him how to swing his hip in a way that allowed the most power in his kick. Now, the dark goddess in front of him said he could touch her.

Gingerly, he walked over and stood behind her, looking at the fantastic view that presented itself. He placed his hands on waist and slid his hands down until he felt the bones of the hips. Damn, she felt good to touch. Did he hear her gasp? Did she like being touched?

"You enjoying yourself?" she asked sarcastically.

Nope. She probably didn't.

"Sorry, Just making sure I had the right position. Now, start your kick."

That was the most glorious fifteen minutes of the day.

Sleep was difficult, his dreams filled with erotic adventures with the other bird in the tower. He woke up a few times through the night thinking that she was nestled in with him only to find the bed empty and his heart aching. Emotions of all kinds rioted in his brain. Robin knew he loved Raven as a best friend and compatriot, but lately, he had found other desires. A love of her that seemed more profound and also correlated with his desire to have her to himself.

The morning he awoke with only a few hours of sleep, he walked in to be greeted with a view of Raven bent over fishing through the dishwasher for a spoon. She had yet to put on the cloak that was sitting on the counter.

Robin groaned to himself.

Raven peered around at him. "You okay?"

"Was sick most of the night," Robin lied trying to keep his eyes on the coffee pot and not the presented derriere.

Raven continued fishing for the spoon, took it to the sink for another scrub, and then finished her brewed tea. Through this Robin had finished his own cup of coffee and was sitting at the island where she took up the seat in front of him.

"You've been weird lately, you okay?" Raven asked after taking a sip.

"Me weird?" Robin asked.

"I'm not blind, Rob, I've seen you staring at me."

"Sorry, lost in thought sometimes," he lied again. He felt her mind probe his gently through their special link but he quickly blocked it, and she retreated through a frown replaced her neutral expression.

"It's not like you to lie to me, Robin. What's going on?" she pressed.

"Nothing. I'm just observant."

"About what?"

"About...things."

"Like?"

"You know...things."

"What type of things is there that you need to stare at me all the time?"

"I was just observing, Raven, no harm."

"I'm not worth observing, Robin. What did you see that made you concerned?"

"I'm not concerned. I just thought-"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What, Robin?"

"I said-"

"Robin!"

"Fine. I thought you look pretty good and should spend more time not wearing your cape."

The color fled his face as he blurted the words in frustration. He wanted to backpedal, to retreat, to run to his room, seal the door, and never come out again. His own saving grace was that no other members of the team were there to hear what he had said.

Raven, on the other hand, was stunned, but that expression wore off, and a smile and twinkle appeared in her eyes.

"Robin," Raven said cooing. "Are you saying you find me….sexy?"

'Oh, god,' Robin choked as she leaned forward on her hands giving him an accidental view of her cleavage. The message must have blared through their emotional link like an air horn because her grin grew even wider.

"So, the boy wonder is actually human. Bumblee and I were wondering if you were asexual, gay or a machine. I guess we just did not know what you liked."

'Please kill me now?' Where was Slade when you wanted to be put out of your misery? Raven leaned in close not releasing the hold she had on him.

"So, what about me caught your attention? Was it my eyes?" she blinked them quickly and his heart felt like it was going to explode.

"or..." she stood and came over to him and leaned in close, so her voice was a whisper. "were you thinking of other things. Was Robin really thinking of things he could do to my body? Were you thinking of taking me to your bed, undressing me, and doing all sorts of perverted things to me?"

It was not his heart that almost exploded that time.

Raven pulled back, and the rarest and lightest laughs escaped her. It was like an angel had found his situation funny.

"Oh, Robin, you are such a ding dong," Raven said with a broad smile. "I'm so flattered you found me interesting but trust me, I'm quite boring and there are much prettier girls to think about."

'but I don't want to,' Robin thought to himself and wishing she was close again.

"I'm going to go drink my tea while you calm down," Raven said planting a kiss on his forehead. "I'll see you at training."

Robin had hoped that the shutdown and dismissal of his feelings would have been the end of it. His infatuation of Raven had hit so suddenly that he was sure that it was some sort of fluke. As loving and pleasant as her laugh was, it should have been a bucket of cold water on his interest. It had not. What did not help was the fact that she was aware and did not mind taking advantage of him.

He was sure she was doing it for a laugh as best friends do, but it was sheer torture at times to have her so close yet so far. Robin just wanted to take her in his arms, to hold her, to make her his.

So, for the next week, he dealt with her snuggling into him in training, joining beast boy in a dancing competition, right in front of Robin, ass eye level in front of the community couch, on his side, so that was all that filled his vision and other torments.

As much as he hated it, he loved the secret games with her, and Raven seemed to be enjoying the undivided attention he was giving her. Having been freed of Trigon's influence, she was able to experiment with her emotions and why not do it with a trusted friend?

Today, Robin sat in his room sweating as Cyborg had been upgrading the tower and it malfunctioned. Everything was on the fritz including the air conditioning, and Cyborg did not think he was going to get it repaired to some parts were delivered. That meant suffering for a day or two.

The reports were done, and Robin was presently reading one of the autobiographies he collected when there was a sharp rap on the door.

"Enter," Robin said absentmindedly as he flipped the page. The door swished open, and he looked up to see something he was not expecting.

Raven stood there with her clothes clutched in one hand, and the hand holding a towel that was wrapped around her body. Robin's mouth went dry at the lovely visage.

"Damn him," Raven swore as she stood there, hip jutted to the side in anger.

"Wha...what happened?" Robin asked.

"Cyborg's upgrades. Put all the showers on the fritz. I did a check of the systems, and it seems yours is fine since you decided to keep your room's system on a different subnet. Thank goodness for your paranoia."

"Okay," Robin asked trying to keep his eyes above her lovely smooth collarbone.

"I need to use your shower and get this sweat off. It's really bothering my skin today," Raven asked. "Can I use your shower?"

"Go..go ahead."

"Thanks, I appreciate. I owe you."

'Just let me join you,' Robin thought to himself.

He watched her go in and tried to swallow when a bit of beautiful gray skin peeked through the folds of her towel.

'I need to lie down,'

Robin grabbed his book and laid on his back on his bed and closed his eyes trying to concentrate and ignore the fact that there was a naked girl in his shower only a few feet away. The world felt like it got quite more complicated since he discovered his love for Raven and the hormones that he was able to ignore, no longer willing to remain quiet. What had he become? Why was he acting like this?

"It's my fault,"

Robin's eyes jerked open blinking and feeling the taste of sleep in his mouth. He had actually passed out. Raven sat on the bed beside him, her wet hair still fresh and skin glowing from the shower.

"What's your fault?"

"The explicit thoughts," Raven said with red caressing her beautiful cheeks. "I...I looked in your mind without permission. I'm sorry."

"Why did you do that?" Robin asked angrily, more upset the fact she may have seen the fantasies he had over the fact she was in his mind. There was no one else he would trust.

"I wanted to know what was really bothering you and I didn't realize what was happening to you." she admitted sheepishly. "it started at the pool, didn't it."

"Yeah," Robin answered quietly.

"I...I was reading an adult romance novel with some...um...erotic scenes in it and I think when you looked at me, and I glanced at you, I may have initiated a connection and implanted some of my thoughts into your mind."

"So, I'm horny because you made me so?"

"Well, I can't take full responsibility," she scoffed. "There has to be something there beforehand to work."

Her eyes looked at him closely, and she asked the question he wanted to hear but was scared to.

"Are...are you interested in me...more than friends, Robin?"

"Hell yes!"

Well, that was not as romantic or suave as he had wanted it to be, but a big smile appeared on her face.

"You're just so beautiful, Raven," Robin exploded. "You have been my friend for such a long time, and I have always had faith and you and wanted the best. Only recently have I realized I need more of you than just your company. I need your companionship, your touch, your laugh, those eyes. I want you, Raven your mind, heart, and soul."

"..and body, I hope?" She asked sarcastically, but there was a hint of concern.

"You are the most beautiful woman on this planet, Raven. It's been miserable not having you. You're bloody gorgeous and that ass of yours-"

He abruptly stopped choking on what he said, but she giggled. "I'm glad it's appreciated. Robin, I really like you to. I think...I think we should talk about maybe...being more than just friends?"

It was a question, but Robin did not hesitate, he sat up and gently took her face in his hands and kissed the lips that he had wanted to kiss for so long. At first, Raven was startled by the illegal personal contact but melted into his kiss passionately giving as much as she was getting. Breaking free, they both gulped in air.

"Well, I can see we have feelings for each other," Raven gasped trying to breathe.

"I can't live without you, Rae," Robin answered honestly.

Raven took his hand and gave him a gentle smile. "There would be no life without you, Robin. I think we should tell the others before we do anything else. They need to know, so they understand the dynamic."

Great, the waggling eyebrows, and the inevitable questions from Starfire of what "human sexual intercourse was like" and wanting it described in detail.

"I think you're right," Robin said with a heavy sigh as if a weight was off his shoulders.

"On the plus side," she grinned and poke him in the arm. "You might be able to show me some of those fantasies you were thinking about."

'Damn,'Robin thought to himself. 'What a woman.'

'You know I am,'she responded in his mind.

[gingerxtrash]

As the years go on

Hey Guys! So this is my first fanfiction but I’ve been reading a lot lately and I really like the one’s where Natsu and the rest of them are delinquents (but still so caring but they have to hide it) and Lucy being the innocent nerd….So enjoy!

Btw of course I do not own fairy tail because I ain’t a genius like Mashima

It was a nice day in the town in Magnolia, it was a town that was peaceful…well at times it was peaceful. In reality, Magnolia had a good side and a dark side to it. The civilians sometimes must keep a look out for those people. Some of these people who come from dangerous backgrounds must train their own children to defend themselves for their own safety. You never know what is going to happen to the one’s you care about, what dangers that lie ahead.

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In the city of Magnolia there is a middle school named “Magnolia Middle School”. There are a total of 1,500 students who attend from the 6th grade to 8th grade. In one of the class rooms of there are three 8th graders standing up all laughing hysterically. They are surrounding a little 8th grader that is forced to stay on the ground. The three girls all are kicking the little innocent girl. The first girl had black shoulder-length hair, the second had long straight hair silver hair (with the weirdest cow-lick but no one dared to tell her that), and the last one had blond long wavy hair. The limp little girls on the ground had short blond hair fully conscious but not fighting back. Tears are forming while she keeps her eyes closed trying not to let them fall, she refused to let them fall because she did not want to show weakness.

“This is getting boring guys, lets just leave this loser and go get something to eat” the raven-haired girl said chuckling with a smug grin on her face.  “Yea Minerva, she really is pathetic, and I don’t want to get her filth on me anymore” said the silvered haired girl. The third girl just laughed and left with her two friends. These girls were Minerva, Jenny, and Angel. Minerva looked behind her and said “until next time Lucy, ha I don’t even know why Natsu and his friends hang out with a loser like you” the girls left the room. Lucy got up with some bruises on her stomach, legs, and arms. She wiped the tears that formed from her eyes and mentally thanked herself for wearing long-sleeves and jeans. She gathers her books that have been thrown out of school bag due to her bullies and heads for the door. As she opens the door she scans the area to see if anyone is around, which no one was so she proceeds to go to her last class of the day. She just hopes that she doesn’t run into the three cruel girls for the rest of the day.

LUCY P.O.V.

‘One day after another of this harassment, I’m just thankful that none of these bruises are visible, my friends would have bombarded me with questions if they saw them’ I thought to myself. This is nothing out of the norm, Minerva and her group would always come to me and bully me for an unknown reason. Although, I decided that I would just grin and bear it through this constant abuse. ‘Mama always did say to stay away from violence unless it is absolutely necessary’, I thought to myself. Both Mama and Papa have required me to take martial arts and they have also taught me how to use weapons due to living in Magnolia.  

As I was walking down the lonely hallway I didn’t notice that there were voices coming from around the corner. These voices were nothing for me to fear about because they belong to my dear friends! We all may be just 13 years old, but we have known each other since the age of 5. “HEY, WHO STOLE MY APPLE JUICE!? A young girl with long brown hair yelled to the group. “My, my Cana, it’s a shame to cry over spilt juice” said a girl with long silver hair known as Mira as she giggled to herself. A blonde boy with a lightning shaped scar that goes over his eye walked beside Mira while looking dazed out. “What a bother, it’s lame to be do upset about a drink”. This voice came from a tall boy with black spiky hair pulled back in a pony-tail, known as Gajeel and he walked by a short girl with blue hair named Levy. “Hey Natsu, where is Lucy exactly? I haven’t seen her since lunch”. A boy with raven colored hair said to the boy in front of the group and had salmon colored hair. “Gray is right, Juvia is starting to get worried about Lucy.” Said a girl with shoulder-length blue hair that curled perfectly at the bottom.

Hearing this made me feel happy yet sad, it makes me happy to know on how much my friends care about me, but it makes me sad that I am always worrying them. ‘I’m so weak, why can’t I be strong like them?’ I think to myself, but I place a fake smile on my face because I was about to meet up with my friends and didn’t want to worry them. ‘Now time to stand tall, keep my shoulders broad, and keep my head held high with a smile on my face. This is what Mama always told me to do when I feel weak.’

“LUCE!!” I look up to see Natsu and he tackles me with a hug. “Where have ya been!? We’ve been searching everywhere to find you.” While he said this, he held his arms wide as if he was demonstrating on how much they searched. “Oh Natsu! I was just finishing up some work in the classroom, I’m sorry to worry all of you!” Lucy said while smiling to the group.

“Oh Lucy, you’re just so adorable of course we would forgive you�� as the holder of this voice brought Lucy into a hug. She had long red hair who was absolutely stunning and was always near a blue haired boy with a strange red tattoo under his right eye. “Come on Erza, you’re suffocating the poor girl”, Jellal said. “Oh, non-sense Jellal, Lucy doesn’t mind because she loves me the most” Erza said with a smile on her face. “Noooo Erza, I am Lucy’s favorite so back off!” Levy said as she is playing tug of war with Erza and Lucy being the object that was being pulled. Lucy was just laughing because of her friends’ silliness. “OH, HECK NO YOU ARE ALL DUMB LUCY IS MINE AND ONLY MINE!” and with that, Natsu picked Lucy up and is carrying her over his shoulder running away from the group giving his signature grin to Lucy and she laughs with him. The group of kids follows Natsu and runs out of the school and start playing in the field near by with no worry in the world. There is pure joy in everyone’s face because the most important thing to them are the people they care about. No matter how much danger there is in the streets of Magnolia, they all are prepared to protect one another. We all consider ourselves as comrades. Although, comrade isn’t simply a word. Comrades are about heart. It’s the unconditional trust in your partners (this is a quote from Mavis in the anime/manga). No matter the lengths between us, we will always find a way back to one another. Because that is what it means to love each other.

 All good things must come to an end, and there will be sorrow and happiness. There will be trials that can strengthen an individual. Sadly, things will get much harder for Lucy after time and her friends won’t be able to stay with her. Broken hearts from both sides, but will fate bring them all back to each other?

Hey so I hope y’all liked first chapter. I’m really excited to write this story because I have so many ideas for it and I want to share it for other fans! Please review the story so I can see if people have read it lol.

Chapter 2:

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THE FIRST JOKE AND OTHER MATTERS

IT was of course the Lion's voice. The children had long felt sure that he could speak: yet it was a lovely and terrible shock when he did. Out of the trees wild people stepped forth, gods and goddesses of the wood; with them came Fauns and Satyrs and Dwarfs. Out of the river rose the river god with his Naiad daughters. And all these and all the beasts and birds in their different voices, low or high or thick or clear, replied: "Hail, Aslan. We hear and obey. We are awake. We love. We think. We speak. We know." "But please, we don't know very much yet," said a nosey and snorty kind of voice. And that really did make the children jump, for it was the cab-horse who had spoken. "Good old Strawberry," said Polly. "I am glad he was one of the ones picked out to be a Talking Beast." And the Cabby, who was now standing beside the children, said, "Strike me pink. I always did say that 'oss 'ad a lot of sense, though." "Creatures, I give you yourselves," said the strong, happy voice of Aslan. "I give to you forever this land of Narnia. I give you the woods, the fruits, the rivers. I give you the stars and I give you myself. The Dumb Beasts whom I have not chosen are yours also. Treat them gently and cherish them but do not go back to their ways lest you cease to be Talking Beasts. For out of them you were taken and into them you can return. Do not so." "No, Aslan, we won't, we won't," said everyone. But one perky jackdaw added in a loud voice, "No fear!" and everyone else had finished just before he said it so that his words came out quite clear in a dead silence; and perhaps you have found out how awful that can be - say, at a party. The Jackdaw became so embarrassed that it hid its head under its wings as if it was going to sleep. And all the other animals began making various queer noises which are their ways of laughing and which, of course, no one has ever heard in our world. They tried at first to repress it, but Aslan said: "Laugh and fear not, creatures. Now that you are no longer dumb and witless, you need not always be grave. For jokes as well as justice come in with speech." So they all let themselves go. And there was such merriment that the Jackdaw himself plucked up courage again and perched on the cab-horse's head, between its ears, clapping its wings, and said: "Aslan! Aslan! Have I made the first joke? Will everybody always be told how I made the first joke?" "No, little friend," said the Lion. "You have not made the first joke; you have only been the first joke." Then everyone laughed more than ever; but the Jackdaw didn't mind and laughed just as loud till the horse shook its head and the Jackdaw lost its balance and fell off, but remembered its wings (they were still new to it) before it reached the ground. "And now," said Aslan, "Narnia is established. We must next take thought for keeping it safe. I will call some of you to my council. Come hither to me, you the chief Dwarf, and you the River-god, and you Oak and the Owl, and both the Ravens and the Bull-Elephant. We must talk together. For though the world is not five hours old an evil has already entered it." The creatures he had named came forward and he turned away eastward with them. The others all began talking, saying things like "What did he say had entered the world? - A Neevil - What's a Neevil? - No, he didn't say a Neevil, he said a weevil - Well, what's that?" "Look here," said Digory to Polly, "I've got to go after him - Aslan, I mean, the Lion. I must speak to him." "Do you think we can?" said Polly. "I wouldn't dare." "I've got to," said Digory. "It's about Mother. If anyone could give me something that would do her good, it would be him." "I'll come along with you," said the Cabby. "I liked the looks of 'im. And I don't reckon these other beasts will go for us. And I want a word with old Strawberry." So all three of them stepped out boldly - or as boldly as they could - towards the assembly of animals. The creatures were so busy talking to one another and making friends that they didn't notice the three humans until they were very close; nor did they hear Uncle Andrew, who was standing trembling in his buttoned boots a good way off and shouting (but by no means at the top of his voice). "Digory! Come back! Come back at once when you're told. I forbid you to go a step further." When at last they were right in among the animals, the animals all stopped talking and stared at them. "Well?" said the He-Beaver at last, "what, in the name of Aslan, are these?" "Please," began Digory in rather a breathless voice, when a Rabbit said, "They're a kind of large lettuce, that's my belief." "No, we're not, honestly we're not," said Polly hastily. "We're not at all nice to eat." "There!" said the Mole. "They can talk. Who ever heard of a talking lettuce?" "Perhaps they're the Second joke," suggested the Jackdaw. A Panther, which had been washing its face, stopped for a moment to say, "Well, if they are, they're nothing like so good as the first one. At least, 1 don't see anything very funny about them." It yawned and went on with its wash. "Oh, please," said Digory. "I'm in such a hurry. I want to see the Lion." All this time the Cabby had been trying to catch Strawberry's eye. Now he did. "Now, Strawberry, old boy," he said. "You know me. You ain't going to stand there and say as you don't know me." "What's the Thing talking about, Horse?" said several voices. "Well," said Strawberry very slowly, "I don't exactly know, I think most of us don't know much about any thing yet. But I've a sort of idea I've seen a thing like this before. I've a feeling I lived somewhere else - or was something else - before Aslan woke us all up a few minutes ago. It's all very muddled. Like a dream. But there were things like these three in the dream." "What?" said the Cabby. "Not know me? Me what used to bring you a hot mash of an evening when you was out of sorts? Me what rubbed you down proper? Me what never forgot to put your cloth on you if you was standing in the cold? I wouldn't 'ave thought it of you, Strawberry." "It does begin to come back," said the Horse thoughtfully. "Yes. Let me think now, let me think. Yes, you used to tie a horrid black thing behind me and then hit me to make me run, and however far I ran this black thing would always be coming rattle-rattle behind me." "We 'ad our living to earn, see," said the Cabby. "Yours the same as mine. And if there 'adn't been no work and no whip there'd 'ave been no stable, no hay, no mash, and no oats. For you did get a taste of oats when I could afford 'em, which no one can deny." "Oats?" said the Horse, pricking up his ears. "Yes, I remember something about that. Yes, I remember more and more. You were always sitting up somewhere behind, and I was always running in front, pulling you and the black thing. I know I did all the work." "Summer, I grant you," said the Cabby. "'Ot work for you and a cool seat for me. But what about winter, old boy, when you was keeping yourself warm and I was sitting up there with my feet like ice and my nose fair pinched off me with the wind, and my 'ands that numb I couldn't 'ardly 'old the reins?" "It was a hard, cruel country," said Strawberry. "There was no grass. All hard stones." "Too true, mate, too true!" said the Cabby. "A 'ard world it was. I always did say those paving-stones weren't fair on any 'oss. That's Lunn'on, that is. I didn't like it no more than what you did. You were a country 'oss, and I was a country man. Used to sing in the choir, I did, down at 'ome. But there wasn't a living for me there." "Oh please, please," said Digory. "Could we get on? The Lion's getting further and further away. And I do want to speak to him so dreadfully badly." "Look 'ere, Strawberry," said the Cabby. "This young gen'leman 'as something on his mind that he wants to talk to the Lion about; 'im you call Aslan. Suppose you was to let 'im ride on your back (which 'e'd take it very kindly) and trot 'im over to where the Lion is. And me and the little girl will be following along." "Ride?" said Strawberry. "Oh, I remember now. That means sitting on my back. I remember there used to be a little one of you two-leggers who used to do that long ago. He used to have little hard, square lumps of some white stuff that he gave me. They tasted - oh, wonderful, sweeter than grass." "Ah, that'd be sugar," said the Cabby. "Please, Strawberry," begged Digory, "do, do let me get up and take me to Aslan." "Well, I don't mind," said the Horse. "Not for once in a way. Up you get." "Good old Strawberry," said the Cabby. "'Ere, young 'un, I'll give you a lift." Digory was soon on Strawberry's back, and quite comfortable, for he had ridden bare-back before on his own pony. "Now, do gee up, Strawberry," he said. "You don't happen to have a bit of that white stuff about you, I suppose?" said the Horse. "No. I'm afraid I haven't," said Digory. "Well, it can't be helped," said Strawberry, and off they went. At that moment a large Bulldog, who had been sniffing and staring very hard, said: "Look. Isn't there another of these queer creatures over there, beside the river, under the trees?" Then all the animals looked and saw Uncle Andrew, standing very still among the rhododendrons and hoping he wouldn't be noticed. "Come on!" said several voices. "Let's go and find out." So, while Strawberry was briskly trotting away with Digory in one direction (and Polly and the Cabby were following on foot) most of the creatures rushed towards Uncle Andrew with roars, barks, grunts, and various noises of cheerful interest. We must now go back a bit and explain what the whole scene had looked like from Uncle Andrew's point of view. It had not made at' all the same impression on him as on the Cabby and the children. For what you see and hear depends a good deal on where you are standing: it also depends on what sort of person you are. Ever since the animals had first appeared, Uncle Andrew had been shrinking further and further back into the thicket. He watched them very hard of course; but he wasn't really interested in seeing what they were doing, only in seeing whether they were going to make a rush at him. Like the Witch, he was dreadfully practical. He simply didn't notice that Aslan was choosing one pair out of every kind of beasts. All he saw, or thought he saw, was a lot of dangerous wild animals walking vaguely about. And he kept on wondering why the other animals didn't run away from the big Lion. When the great moment came and the Beasts spoke, he missed the whole point; for a rather interesting reason. When the Lion had first begun singing, long ago when it was still quite dark, he had realized that the noise was a song. And he had disliked the song very much. It made him think and feel things he did not want to think and feel. Then, when the sun rose and he saw that the singer was a lion ("only a lion," as he said to himself) he tried his hardest to make believe that it wasn't singing and never had been singing - only roaring as any lion might in a zoo in our own world. "Of course it can't really have been singing," he thought, "I must have imagined it. I've been letting my nerves get out of order. Who ever heard of a lion singing?" And the longer and more beautiful the Lion sang, the harder Uncle Andrew tried to make himself believe that he could hear nothing but roaring. Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed. Uncle Andrew did. He soon did hear nothing but roaring in Aslan's song. Soon he couldn't have heard anything else even if he had wanted to. And when at last the Lion spoke and said, "Narnia awake," he didn't hear any words: he heard only a snarl. And when the Beasts spoke in answer, he heard only barkings, growlings, bayings, and howlings. And when they laughed - well, you can imagine. That was worse for Uncle Andrew than anything that had happened yet. Such a horrid, bloodthirsty din of hungry and angry brutes he had never heard in his life. Then, to his utter rage and horror, he saw the other three humans actually walking out into the open to meet the animals. "The fools!" he said to himself. "Now those brutes will eat the rings along with the children and I'll never be able to get home again. What a selfish little boy that Digory is! And the others are just as bad. If they want to throw away their own lives, that's their business. But what about me? They don't seem to think of that. No one thinks of me." Finally, when a whole crowd of animals came rushing towards him, he turned and ran for his life. And now anyone could see that the air of that young world was really doing the old gentleman good. In London he had been far too old to run: now, he ran at a speed which would have made him certain to win the hundred yards' race at any Prep school in England. His coattails flying out behind him were a fine sight. But of course it was no use. Many of the animals behind him were swift ones; it was the first run they had ever taken in their lives and they were all longing to use their new muscles. "After him! After him!" they shouted. "Perhaps he's that Neevil! Tally-ho! Tantivy! Cut him off! Round him up! Keep it up! Hurrah!" In a very few minutes some of them got ahead of him. They lined up in a row and barred his way. Others hemmed him in from behind. Wherever he looked he saw terrors. Antlers of great elks and the huge face of an elephant towered over him. Heavy, serious-minded bears and boars grunted behind him. Cool-looking leopards and panthers with sarcastic faces (as he thought) stared at him and waved their tails. What struck him most of all was the number of open mouths. The animals had really opened their mouths to pant; he thought they had opened their mouths to eat him. Uncle Andrew stood trembling and swaying this way and that. He had never liked animals at the best of times, being usually rather afraid of them; and of course years of doing cruel experiments on animals had made him hate and fear them far more. "Now, sir," said the Bulldog in his business-like way, "are you animal, vegetable, or mineral?" That was what it really said; but all Uncle Andrew heard was "Gr-r-rarrh-ow!"