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ghouly-boiiiii · 6 months ago

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The Snooze Olympics

Ghoulcy Week Day 3 - Somnophilia

I'm late, but here's my contribution to to Ghoulcy Week Day 3 - Somnophilia! I was not expecting to do this, but I couldn't think of anything clever for the Target Practice prompt, so here we are. 😜 This was definitely something new for me, but I have to say actually like how it turned out, heh heh. Hope you enjoy!

Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul

Tags: Consensual Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, One Shot, Challenge/Event

Rating: Explicit

Word Count:��3,599

No spoiler warning

No trigger warnings except sexy time with a zombie man and consensual somnophilia

Summary: Cooper and Lucy had been together for a while now. One thing the pair quickly realized about their relationship was that they were both kinda freaky. The Ghoul’s been fucking his way across the wasteland for over two-hundred years, and things had gotten a little boring. But Lucy, little miss goody-two-shoes, had this insatiable appetite to experience every imaginable way to fuck that could possibly exist. And that was never boring.

Cooper had asked her before if she would mind if he touched her while she slept. Her answer was simply, “I let you touch me while I’m awake, why wouldn’t I let you touch me while I’m asleep?”

When he proceeded to be more specific, she rolled her eyes at him and told him he was a weirdo, but that she wouldn’t mind. Then, somehow, it ended up becoming a discussion about a game they could play. One where they would each take turns trying to see how many times they can successfully get the other riled up in their sleep. It started out as kind of a joke, but became more and more serious as they carried on.

Now? It was a full on competition.

Cooper licked his bottom lip as he stared down at Lucy’s naked body. She was sound asleep, sprawled out on their bed without a care in the world.

It was late, or rather early in the morning, in the city of Necropolis. One of the few places the old bounty hunter was welcome, and they were accepted as a couple.

They'd managed to save up enough to purchase a small house on the outskirts of town. A bit nicer than the common shanty, thanks to The Ghoul's reputation. It was something the bounty hunter was never really interested in. Since he was always traveling, it didn't seem practical. But now, he had her. And it was nice to own a place where they could have a little peace and privacy now and then. And where she could keep all those weird little knick knacks she collected on their travels like she was building a fucking museum. It wasn't much, but it was home.

It was a warm night, and she’d thrown the sheets off her, leaving her completely exposed. The former vault dweller was beautiful. Her delicate curves. Flowing dark hair that spilled over her shoulders and laid messily over her soft, perky breasts. Perfect face. She almost seemed to glow where the pale moonlight touched her bare skin.

As Cooper gazed at her, he realized just how unbelievably lucky he was to have her. It was painful, because every time he looked at her, looked at that bluish finger, remembered the fear in her eyes… he knew he didn’t deserve her. Why she would choose him over literally anyone else, he couldn’t understand. But here they were.

It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say he was in love. A feeling he never thought he’d feel again. And it wasn’t just her beauty, of course. She was something else. Strong and brave and smart and quick witted, if a little weird. Who would have known, back then, just how well they would end up getting along, how much they would end up having in common, just how much they would end up meaning to each other.

He quietly stepped forward, admiring her while she slept. She was spread out with her arms above her head, which was turned to the side. Laying with one leg straight, and the opposite knee bent to her left. In this position, her labia was open just enough to see her pink little clitoris.

The Ghoul licked his lips again and smirked as he tilted his head. He’d just gotten up to take a piss, but… upon returning, to be granted with this breathtaking sight, it stopped him in his tracks. His cock began to twitch and tingle as he stared at her, and he took a deep breath through narrow lips.

Now? It was a full on competition.

One thing the pair quickly realized about their relationship was that they were both kinda freaky. The Ghoul’s been fucking his way across the wasteland for over two-hundred years, and things had gotten a little boring. But Lucy, little miss goody-two-shoes, had this insatiable appetite to experience every imaginable way to fuck that could possibly exist. And that was never boring.

Saying they liked to try new things was an understatement. Their sex life had quickly developed into a scorching hot primal frenzy, and had continued to escalate in ways he was shocked a normal human could handle. It’s really a wonder they had time for anything else. And one of them wasn’t dead.

He grit his teeth together and looked up at her face. Lucky for him, Lucy tended to be a remarkably heavy sleeper. She could sleep through just about anything. Must come from living down in those vaults where you get to feel safe, he thought. And aren’t always listening for the next thing that’s going to jump out of the dark and kill you in the middle of the night.

Also, they had a few beers earlier, which knocked her out even more. Especially since she was such a lightweight.

All that, coupled with the conveniently accessible pose she’d decided to sport, he found himself with a grand opportunity.

The Ghoul, with his growing cock, crept closer and leaned over the bed. That was another thing he had on her. He knew how to be quiet and avoid attracting attention. In fact, it wasn’t really a fair competition at all. She was so noisy and clumsy, and he was a light sleeper. He typically wakes up fairly soon after she starts. At least, that’s how it seemed. In fact, he’s pretended to be asleep for longer than he actually was just so she could feel like she’s in the running, but the amount of times he’s messed with her for a full half an hour, for her to wake up screaming and clawing at his bald head.

Let’s just say, they both enjoyed it.

He kept coming closer until he was just at the foot, then quietly made his way around to his side as he calculated his plan of attack. Her exposed clitoris was calling to him, shining like a pink little gem through the darkness.

The Ghoul leaned down and slowly crawled onto his stomach, horizontally across the bed, positioning himself next to her hip. The leg next to him was the one outstretched, and the other, bent away from him.

He looked down, his mouth now just above her inviting pussy, and looked up at her one more time. With her still sound asleep, he brought his attention back to the task at hand. He bit his lip and sucked on it a moment in anticipation, then stuck his tongue out and leaned in.

The bounty hunter tasted her, ever so lightly. Keeping his tongue soft, not tense, he gently brushed it down her clitoral hood, then back up. Carefully and steadily, he continued to move his tongue from side to side, up and down her clit, until her breath started to increase.

He stopped for a moment and looked up at her. The expression on her face made her look like she was concerned.

That’s how he could tell it was working.

Cooper lowered his head again and used his lips to open up the labial folds just a little more. Just enough for him to get his mouth around her clitoris, and gently begin to suck.

There was an art to this sort of thing. You had to be careful not to get too excited and move too fast. Any sudden movements could get you busted. You had to go very slowly. Make the lightest of contact. All in order to minimize the chance of the subconscious mind perceiving you as a threat and alerting the brain to wake up.

“Nnn…” She whimpered lightly.

And so it begins. He wondered if she was dreaming. Dreaming of him? Maybe. But more likely it’s something odd, like… being abducted by aliens or… trying to hump a talking tree… As she had told him before. Her dreams got weird.

He began to lightly stroke her clit with his tongue again as he carefully moved his hand over her leg. His cock was throbbing, but he had to ignore it. If he started pleasuring himself, he wouldn’t be able to focus. He took a moment to wet a finger with his mouth, then found her vagina and slowly slipped it inside.

The Ghoul took a deep breath, which shook just slightly as he felt the intense heat around his finger. She was so wet already, which made it easier. Slowly, he slid the finger in and out and began to suck on her clit again.

She squirmed a little and let out a sleepy groan. He paused a moment to see if she was waking, but she peacefully went back to sleep, lightly sighing as she turned her head the other direction.

They both had agreed, should one of them get to full on intercourse while the other was asleep, it was game over. One-hundred points. Not that the points mattered. But truly, it would be a feat. And she was so damn drunk last night, he thought he might actually have a chance, if he played his cards right. He doubted it, but he was gonna try.

But first, he had to prepare her a little more.

Cooper decided to give her clit a break, so she didn’t get too excited, and slid in a second finger. He gently spread them apart, stretching her to make room for his cock. The bounty hunter licked his lips as he looked up at her beautiful figure. While he did find this hot and kinky, he definitely preferred it when he could hear her moaning and writhing. He almost wanted her to wake up. Every time he did this, he couldn’t wait for the moment her eyes shot open and she started screaming out of surprise and pleasure. It never got old. And she never seemed to get bored of it either.

He paused and bit his lip, and decided he was ready. He just had to figure out how to position himself in a way that wouldn’t wake her, starting by moving her leg.

The bounty hunter carefully lifted himself up off the bed and went back to the foot, where he could easily climb between her legs. Before he did so, he reached down, taking her ankle with one hand and her knee in the other, and gently bent it to the side, spreading her leg out to mirror the other one.

Now her pussy was fully exposed, glistening in the moonlight. He couldn’t help himself. He had to taste her one more time. He leaned over and crawled on his stomach, then dipped his head down, running his tongue up and down the length between her lips, drinking her dripping fluids like nectar.

“Hahh…” As he pulled away, he let out a needy exhale. His cock was throbbing and leaking and he couldn’t help but rub against the sheets a little. But he had to maintain control. He was so close to the finish line. He’d be damned if he let a little thing like a raging boner get in the way of his ultimate victory.

Carefully, he pushed himself up with his strong arms, and slowly crawled over her, being careful not to touch her and to disturb the mattress as little as possible. Looking down, he was able to position himself so that the head of his cock was right at the entrance to her pussy.

He looked up and watched her closely. Still sleeping, perfect and gorgeous, with her hair messily in her face, and just a little bit of drool dripping out of her mouth.

Cooper bit down on his tongue. She was always so horrified when she woke up and found out she was drooling. He didn’t mind, though. He thought it was cute, the way she got so flustered about it, and it always made him laugh. But he couldn’t laugh now. He was on an important mission.

With an intense focus, he watched her face for any sign of stirring as he moved his hips forward and pressed the head of his cock against her vagina. He bit down on his lips when he felt the slight resistance, then exhaled as she took him in and he slowly slid inside.

Cooper grinned and had to hold back his laughter, cackling in his head. He did it! Son of a bitch did it. He was deep inside her and she was still fast asleep. Just wait until she gets a load of this, he thought. She’s going to be SO pissed.

Now, the only question is, how long could he go before she finally did wake up? He was sure all the rocking and fucking would wake her. If not, well, he might start to be a little concerned. But he was sure she just had too much to drink. And also, his mad skills.

So the bounty hunter started slowly and smoothly moving his hips, gently sliding his cock in and out of her, not all the way, just about half. He parted his lips as he started to breathe heavily. She felt so fucking good, and he could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her. It took all his self control not to pound into her, and the restraint made him shake and tremble. He desperately wanted her to wake up, but he also relished this challenge and wouldn’t be satisfied unless he took it as far as it could go.

Could he make her come in her sleep, he wondered?

She started to squirm and lightly moan, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed in a look of confusion. “Ohhh…” She sighed. “Mmmm…”

The Ghoul bit his lip and sucked on it in thought. He needed to get to her clit, but holding himself up with one arm would be difficult. If he could get his legs under hers, that would make it easier.

Slowly, he moved his legs, one at a time, to the side and in front of him, carefully tucking them under hers. Once he was successfully on his knees with her legs hooked around him, he had to stop himself again from chuckling. The sly dog was getting too good at this. Now with his knees to support him, he sat up, his cock still half-inside, and looked down.

He tilted his head at the sight of her wet lips stretched around his cock, both their genitals twitching slightly against each other. Licking his bottom teeth, he let out a shaky breath as his eyes fell on where the lips came together. Her now erect clit had swelled and gone from a soft pink, to a light cherry red. He knew it would take both if he was going to get her to orgasm before she woke, or at least as she was waking.

If he could accomplish that, he thought, he could officially give himself the title of ‘Master Fuck Machine’. He could see Lucy rolling her eyes now.

Cooper licked his thumb to add a little extra lube, then brought it down and began to lightly stroke her clit downwards. Once he got the rhythm, he started moving his hips at the same time. Brushing his thumb down as he pushed his cock in.

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth, nearly sticking out his tongue as he took heavy breaths. God, this was so hot. And she wasn’t even awake to enjoy it with him. If only he could find a way to film this and show her. He wondered if she would find it hot. He bet anything she would.

Christ, he wanted her to wake up so bad. How the fuck was she still asleep?

Finally, she started to stir a bit, her brow furrowed hard as she moved her head to the other side again, letting out a groan. “Ohhh…”

“Ohh… Lucy…” He whispered softly, then bit his lip, trying not to moan himself.

“Mmmm… hohh…” She moaned as she started to squirm even more. Her whole body started to move, hands coming down to her sides and gripping into the sheets as she tried to pull herself somewhere. Her legs began to stir, moving up and down as she let out a shaky gasp and pressed her head back against the pillow. “Hah! Oh, God!”

Cooper’s lips curved up into a toothy grin. This was it. Moment of truth.

“Ahh!” Her eyes shot open suddenly and she looked down at him with her mouth open wide. “Cooper!”

The Ghoul let out the loud, triumphant laugh he’d been holding in. “Good mornin', my Queen.” He purred in a deep, sexy tone.

She gasped hard and threw her head back again. “Motherfucker!”

He ran his tongue over his bottom teeth as he laughed again. “What's the matta'? You want me da' stop?”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Lucy yelled breathlessly. She turned her head back down and started clawing at his shoulders and squeezed her legs around him. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come!”

If Cooper could grin any wider, he would. No use holding back anymore. He grabbed her legs and lifted them up, then leaned over her and started thrusting into her. “Like that, baby?”

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” She gasped and moaned so loud, he wondered if the neighbors could hear. It didn’t matter. He didn’t fucking care. And they were probably used to it by now, anyway.

He let out his own moans as well, and it became a veritable pre-orgasm symphony as they both whimpered and cursed and groaned in ecstasy.

“Ghhaahh…!” Finally, Lucy let out a raspy scream as her head flew back, then she scratched at his shoulders and her body began to tremble.

The Ghoul grit his teeth as he felt her muscles suddenly close in, squeezing his cock and quivering all around him with each contraction of her climax. He wanted to come too, but not yet. He knew she wasn’t done. It was quite common for her to need at least three orgasms to be satisfied. Sometimes four. Sometimes five. Sometimes fourteen. She was a beast, this one. A horny, freaky, sexy beast. And definitely gave him a run for his money.

He continued to pump into her, despite the resistance and the fact that her pussy was squeezing so hard it was almost painful. He brought his thumb back down and started swirling it over her clit, and that earned him even louder moans. She spread her legs wider and pushed her hips towards him, thrusting a bit herself as well, until she cried out and came again.

“Ohh! Cooper! Cooper!!”

“Fuck yeah, Lucy.” He hissed as he shuddered, trying to hold himself back from bursting.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” She cried out with his thrusts. “One more… One more!”

“Come with you?”

“Yes! Yes, come with me! Hohh...”

The Ghoul bore down, and leaned in close to her, putting his weight on the arm that was holding him up and gripping the sheets in his hand. He started to thrust, deep and hard into her, at a faster, but steady pace as he continued to rub her clit. “Oh, fuck baby…” He breathed as he felt himself getting close to the edge. All it would take was one more…

“Gyahhh!!” Lucy screamed as she threw her head back one more time. Her whole body tensed and she shuttered over and over.

As her sopping wet pussy bit down on him again, squeezing the life out of his rock-hard cock, he released into her. “Ahh… fuck!” His penis twitched and throbbed and pulsed as it spilled gush after gush of cum into her. And his whole body followed suit, quivering and trembling as he closed his eyes and tilted his head up. Clenching his teeth and breathing in through them, he gripped her hips as he desperately and shakily continued to thrust into her, momentarily losing control.

The two of them soon paused in unison, their bodies tense and quivering, as they clung onto each other and savored the quaking ripples of their shared orgasm. Letting out whimpers and groans with each escaped breath until their bodies started to relax.

Cooper let out a sigh before he opened his eyes and looked down at his lover, who was smiling up at him with tired eyes as she caught her breath.

“You bastard.” Lucy said with a grin.

He grinned back and let out a breathless laugh. “Seems to me you enjoyed that.”

“Hmm… it was good.” She admitted, then rested her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. “But you’re still a bastard.”

“Hundred points.”

“Pfft…” She snickered. “Whatever.”

“Champion.”

“We'll see, we'll see." She said with a shrug.

“Master Fuck Machine.”

She let out a light cackle, “Okay, mister fuck machine.” and lightly slapped his leg as she looked up at him. “Get the fuck outta here.”

“Master.” He corrected. “With an ‘A’.”

Lucy laughed again. “Okay, MASTER fuck machine. I’m hungry.”

Every time. It never failed. Especially after an orgasm like that. She always had to eat afterwards.

“Whatchu want, Darlin’?”

“Is it breakfast time yet?”

“Could be. Want me to cook?”

“Would you?”

“Anythang for you, Queen.” He leaned down and they shared a passionate kiss before he started to move off the bed.

“I’ll stay here and plot my revenge.” She said with a playful smile, resting her hands behind her head.

“Good luck with that. You’ve got a hard act to follow.” He snickered.

“Pssh…” She scoffed and threw a pillow at him. “Cocky bastard.”

“Damn right, I am.” He said with a grin as he caught it.

She laid back, and started to brush her hair out of her face, then stopped in horror when she felt the wet streak on her cheek. “Oh my GOD! Was I drooling the whole time!?”

“Yes, babe. Yes, you were.”

The End

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ranisivani · 2 years ago

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fairy tail rarepair headcannons

gratsu: so much CHEMISTRY. fighting as flirting. smirking so much their faces hurt. lots of pda. BEAUTIFUL.

navia: origin story would be great. juvia getting over gray and moving on to natsu but healthy crush not obsession! she learnt what she did wrong with gray and is going to actually try to get natsu to go out with her. cue obviously in love juvia and oblivious natsu.

jerza: slow burn childhood friends to lovers. classic trope of 'he is the only one who can make her feel emotions'. fantastic.

stingue: opposites attracting. dark rain cloud and sunshiney rainbow. emotionally mature.

lolu: loke is a playboy but lucy has captured his heart. cue loke trying to win over lucy with romantic gestures. she always blushes but refuses to admit that it works. they start dating, everyone in the guild teases lucy about dating her contractually bound spirit. they call her kinky, and she hates it.

chendy: gals being pals. they are best friends with crushes on each other. they don't confess because they're scared they'll be rejected. but chelia works up the nerve to tell wendy, and they start dating immediately. they hold hands all the time. wendy takes the first step to kiss chelia on the cheek. they are adorable and in love and it's great.

lygray: okay i LOVE their brotherly relationship like so much BUT I can totally see them as exes. like at some point in the past, when they're both not in the best headspace and in need of companionship, gray was like "what if we sort of dated? shut up, I don't mean that I like you or anything but why don't we try out a more intimate relationship that what we have now?" for weeks, he had been feeling lonely, and when he saw couples in public, he felt jealous that they had someone they were so close to. so he takes a while but finally asks lyon if he wants to do something like that (while blushing so much, he looks like he's on fire) lyon had the exact same feeling of loneliness and they're definitely each other's last resorts, but after all the blushing and humiliation, lyon begrudgingly agrees. also they can both admit that the other is decent looking. they're not exactly dating? more like they're just closer than they used to be. like they'll hold hands sometimes (in private, they're way too embarrassed to do anything in public) and they start sleeping in the same bed either after one of them has a bad nightmare, or if one of them felt really lonely and depressed sleeping in an empty bed and wanted someone there. they don't really want to kiss each other but they figure that since everything else felt nice, maybe kissing would too. they also really wanted to be close with each other and this seemed like the natural next step in their situation. so they try to kiss but it doesn't work cause it feels too weird kissing someone who used to be like a brother to you. because of that, they break up and decide to stay brothers cause they just work better like that. but they really enjoyed how close they were (that's why they stayed together in the first place) so they just continue those tendencies and it becomes second nature. like when they hang out, even if their friends are there, they'll just instinctively hold hands without even noticing. and when lyon and gray are travelling together or sleeping in the same room, they'll just sleep in the same bed without saying anything. sometimes, lyon will lightheartedly tease gray about it, “remember that time you asked me out?” gray always gets really blushy and embarrassed. “it’s not like it was just me, you’re the one who agreed!” and one day, after a hard-earned battle, they’re both pretty roughed up and hurt but lyon is way more hurt than gray. lyon is resting on a bed and gray’s sitting next to lyon cause he’s worried about him. lyon croaks out “remember when you thought it was a good idea for us to date?” gray just smiles and says “yeah, i remember” cause he’s glad lyon feels well enough to joke. lyon isn’t looking at him when he says “you were right. it was a good idea.” gray glances at lyon and sees the small smile on his face and says “yeah, it really was.”

#fairy tail #gratsu #lygray #navia #jerza #chendy #stingue #rarepair #fairytailrarepairs #how obvious is it that i love the idea of lyon and gray together lol #jerza isn't a rarepair but i wanted to include my thoughts on it so #lolu #wtf is grayon i'm calling them lygray

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papermoonloveslucy · 1 year ago

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ANIMATED LUCY!

Lucille Ball & Animation

Lucille Ball worked with many performers, and many of them were just as famous for their voices as their faces! As well as working for Desilu, actors worked for Warner Brothers, Disney, and other producers of animation - some of which is still popular today.

DISNEY

Walt Disney himself turned up on "Hedda Hopper's Hollywood" (1960), one of the gossip columnist's television specials that also featured Lucille Ball, among many others.

VERNA FELTON

Verna Felton (1890-1966) made her professional stage debut at the age of 10 as ‘Little Verna Felton,’ working extensively on stage. On “I Love Lucy” Felton portrayed Mrs. Porter, the no-nonsense housekeeper in “Lucy Hires a Maid” (1953). and Mrs. Simpson in "Sales Resistance” (1953), a housewife to whom Lucy tries to sell a Handy Dandy vacuum cleaner - only to find out that she has no electricity! She received two Emmy nominations for her role in the Desilu series “December Bride,” playing Hilda Crocker from 1955 to 1959 opposite Spring Byington as Lily. In one episode, producer Desi Arnaz guest-starred as himself.

For Walt Disney, Felton voiced three elephants: Elephant Matriarch and Mrs. Jumbo in Dumbo (1941), as well as Winifred in The Jungle Book (1967). She played two Queens: The Queen of Hearts in Disney’s Alice in Wonderland (1951) and Queen Leah in Sleeping Beauty (1959). Her more human characters included Aunt Sarah in Lady and the Tramp (1955) and - a rare non-Disney female - Pearl Slaghoople, Wilma’s mother, on “The Flintstones”. She also voiced two wand-wavers: Flora in Sleeping Beauty and - perhaps most famously - The Fairy Godmother in Disney’s Cinderella (1950), where she introduced the song “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” to the world.

Her son, Lee Millar Jr., made four appearances on “I Love Lucy" and one episode of "The Lucy Show." He appeared with his mother in the 1955 animated feature Lady and the Tramp as Jim Dear and the Dogcatcher. Felton's husband and Millar's father, who did not appear with Lucy during his career, was most famous as the voice of Disney's Pluto from 1930 until his death in 1941.

ELEANOR AUDLEY

Eleanor Audley (1905-1991) played Lucille Ball’s mother-in-law on “My Favorite Husband.” She would later play Eleanor Spalding, owner of the Westport home the Ricardos buy in “Lucy Wants To Move to the Country” (1957) as well as one of the Garden Club judges in “Lucy Raises Tulips” (1957). She was seen as a Society Reporter on a 1965 episode of "The Lucy Show."

She is probably best known, however, as the voice of two of Disney’s most memorable animated villainesses: Lady Tremaine, the wicked stepmother in Cinderella (1950); and the evil Maleficent in Sleeping Beauty (1959). She served as the physical model for both characters.

HANS CONRIED

Hans Conried��(1917-1982) first worked with Lucille Ball in the 1942 film The Big Street and played a myriad of roles on her radio show “My Favorite Husband.” On “I Love Lucy” he had just played Mr. Jenkins, used furniture salesman (above), a month earlier in "Redecorating" (1952) and returned to play Percy Livermore, "The English Tutor" (1952).

Early in the episode, Ricky reads from a children's book. While the story he reads is Little Red Riding Hood, the book cover is definitely Peter Pan. Coincidentally (or not), Conried had just finished voicing Captain Hook / Mr. Darling for Disney's animated feature Peter Pan, which would be released just a month later, in February 1953. That same year he voiced Thomas Jefferson in Disney's animated short, Ben and Me. Perhaps his best loved voice was that of Snidely Whiplash on the Bullwinkle and Dudley Do-Right cartoons starting in 1959. Conried made two appearances on "The Lucy Show" (both as acting / voice coach Dr. Gitterman) and on "Here's Lucy" with his long-time co-star Danny Thomas.

PINTO COLVIG

Pinto Colvig (1892-1967) was the original voice of Disney’s Pluto and Goofy. He provided the neighs for Gulliver the horse in "Horseback Riding" (1949), an episode of Lucille Ball's radio series "My Favorite Husband". He also did all the dog barks for “Lucy is Her Own Lawyer” (1964).

GINNY TYLER

Ginny Tyler (1925-2012) voiced Clementine the sheep in “Lucy Buys a Sheep” (1962), Greenback, Mr. Mooney's cockatiel, in "Lucy Gets the Bird" (1964), and Polly the Parrot in "Lucy in the Jungle" (1971). She also did the voices of the sheep in Disney’s Mary Poppins and the singing squirrel in The Sword in the Stone. She started out narrating record albums for Disney, including “Bambi” and “Babes in Toyland.”

JUNE FORAY

June Foray (1917-2017) was one of Hollywood's most famous and busiest voice actors. She did the voice of Lucifer the cat in Disney's Cinderella (1950), and voiced a mermaid and a squaw in Disney's Peter Pan (1953), among others. In 1957, she did the barks of Fred the dog on "I Love Lucy." She is probably best remembered as Rocky the Flying Squirrel and Natasha Fatale in the "Bullwinkle" cartoons.

CLEO

When "The Ricardos Change Apartments" (1953), Lucy fills the flat with as many toys as possible, including a bathtub toy called Cleo, the goldfish from the Disney Pinocchio (1940). When Ricky squeezes her, Cleo spits in his face!

SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS

In 1938, Lucy modeled ladies' hats based on the characters Prince Charming and Sneezy from Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Needless to say, she looked “charming”.

In a 1949 episode of "My Favorite Husband," Liz and Iris bemoan that they won't be going anywhere sunny for summer vacation. They say their goodbyes.

LIZ: “Goodbye, Paleface!”

IRIS: “See you later, Snow White!”

The Paleface was a Bob Hope / Jane Russell film released at the very end of 1948. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937) featured the voices of future “Lucy” cast members Pinto Colvig and Moroni Olsen.

"LUCY AND THE MONSTERS" (1965) involves a shared horror movie dream. To find out who is the prettiest witch, Lucy and Viv ask the magic mirror: “Mirror, mirror on the wall; Who’s the fairest of them all?” This is the same query the Evil Queen asks her magic mirror in the Disney film Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. In the film, the voice was that of Moroni Olsen, who played the Judge in the "I Love Lucy" episode "The Courtroom" (1952).

CINDERELLA

“Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” a song written in 1948 by Al Hoffman, Mack David, and Jerry Livingston for the 1950 Disney animated film Cinderella, was heard in a 1950 episode of "My Favorite Husband" titled "Liz Writes a Song". For inspiration, George suggests they listen to the radio and hears "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”. Mr. Atterbury (Gale Gordon) questions what the nonsense lyrics mean. In "CHER...AND OTHER FANTASIES" (1979) a Cleaning Lady (Lucille Ball) pushes a cart and sings “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo,” Cher just wants to get out of the building. The Cleaning Lady suggests she wait till midnight when her white mice and pumpkin turn into a coach and horses. The special also includes a reference to....

BAMBI

Winding her way through the warehouse, Cher encounters Shelley Winters, a purveyor of movie memorabilia.

CHER: “Do you have 'Bambi’?”

SHELLEY: “I don’t have that in stock, but I’ve got a rifle from 'Winchester 73.'”

Winchester 73 was a 1950 film about a prized rifle that starred Shelley Winters and James Stewart. Shelley fires the rifle in the air and Cher takes on the roles of Bambi’s mother and father.

DUMBO

"Liz and the Green Wig" (1950), an episode of "My Favorite Husband" includes a mention of Dumbo, Disney's 1941 animated film about a flying circus elephant.

KATIE: “Well, maybe he’s forgotten.”

LIZ: “Not George. He has the memory of an elephant.”

GEORGE (from the other room): “Liz, is that you? Come on in the breakfast room.”

LIZ: “There’s Dumbo now.”

In a 1948 episode of the radio sitcom, Sarah Selby played Louise Elliott, Liz’s Mother. Selby made her screen debut voicing Prissy the Elephant in Dumbo.

DONALD DUCK

"LUCY, THE DISC JOCKEY" (1965) Mr. Mooney deems any voice contest between him and Lucy like comparing Walter Cronkite to Donald Duck, one of Walt Disney’s most enduring cartoon creations. He first appeared in 1934 and his squawking raspy voice was provided by Clarence Nash.

Other "Lucy" performers who voiced Disney animated characters:

Paul Winchell (Winnie the Pooh / The Aristocats / The Fox and the Hound)

Phil Harris (The Jungle Book / The Aristocats / Robin Hood)

Buddy Hackett (The Little Mermaid)

James Hong (Mulan)

Charles Lane (The Aristocats)

Ruth Buzzi (The Aristocats)

Mickey Rooney (The Fox and the Hound)

Nancy Kulp (The Aristocats)

Hal Smith (several roles)

Joseph Kearns (Alice in Wonderland)

Norma Zimmer (Alice in Wonderland)

WARNER BROTHERS & OTHERS

ARTHUR Q. BRYAN ~ ELMER FUDD

Arthur Q. Bryan (1899-1959) had appeared with Lucille Ball in Look Who's Laughing (1941). He is best remembered as the original voice of Elmer Fudd in the Warner Brothers cartoons. He played Mr. Chambers, new owner of the Tropicana, in "Ricky Loses His Voice" (1952).

"MOTHER OF THE BRIDE" (1986) ~ The final episode of Lucille Ball's final sitcom, "Life With Lucy."

LUCY: "When Margo was little she found my dress in the attic and she called it 'the most bootiful dwess in the world'! When she was little she talked a lot like Elmer Fudd.”

MEL BLANC ~ BUGS BUNNY / PORKY PIG

One of the most famous voices in show business belonged to Mel Blanc, who was most famous for voicing Bugs Bunny. Lucy worked with Blanc in her 1950 film The Fuller Brush Girl portraying a parrot. Blanc and Ball had also teamed for an Armed Services Radio broadcast in 1944.

"LUCY GETS AMNESIA" (1964) involves a rabbit fur coat, causing Viv to say "What's up, Doc?", which was Bugs Bunny's famous tag line. Lucy's last line of the episode also mentions Bugs Bunny.

"LUCY AND TENNESSEE ERNIE'S FUN FARM" (1969) Doing a commercial for the farm, Lucy plays a slovenly housewife who calls her husband Porky Pig and the Jolly Green Giant.

In 1969, Mel Blanc did ADR (automatic dialogue replacement) for two characters on location footage in "LUCY GOES TO THE AIR FORCED ACADEMY: PART 2".

Elvia Allman, who made multiple appearances on "I Love Lucy" and "The Lucy Show", did the voices of several cartoon characters for Warner Brothers, most notably Little Red Riding Hood.

In 1960, Blanc joined Alan Reed, Bea Benadaret and Jean Vander Pyl (all of whom had worked with Lucille Ball) as Barney Rubble in TV's first animated sitcom Hanna Barbera's...

"THE FLINTSTONES"

Although ostensibly modeled on "The Honeymooners," "The Flintstones" owed a great debt to Lucille Ball. Many of the Bedrock storylines were borrowed from Lucycoms. Wilma Flintstone bore more than a passing resemblance to the famous redhead. Others who acted live with Lucy that loaned their voices to prehistoric characters: Janet Waldo, Harvey Korman, Howard Morris, Hal Smith, Verna Felton, June Foray, Howard McNear, Herb Vigran, Sandra Gould, Jerry Hausner, Paul Winchell, and many others.

"THE JETSONS"

In the wake of the success of "The Flintstones", Hanna Barbera rocketing to the other end of the spectrum - from caves to space - with "The Jetsons"(1962). Leading the cast as Dad George Jetson was George O'Hanlon, who had played Charley Appleby on "I Love Lucy." His daughter Judy was played by Janet Waldo, who played Peggy Dawson on "I Love Lucy" and Lucy's sister Marge on "The Lucy Show". Jean Vander Pyl and Mel Blanc turned up as Mr. and Mrs. Spacely.

"TOP CAT"

Allen Jenkins appeared with Lucille Ball in the film Five Came Back. He then did three episodes of "I Love Lucy," all as policemen. It was natural that his animation legacy was as Officer Dibble on the Hanna-Barbera TV cartoon, “Top Cat” (1961–62). Other Lucy alumni who appeared frequently on the show included Jean Vander Pyl, Bea Benadaret, Hal Smith, Gege Pearson, and Herb Vigran.

Select episodes of Lucille Ball's radio sitcom "My Favorite Husband" have been computer animated and are available to view on Vimeo. They were animated by Wayne Wilson using the soundtracks of the original broadcasts.

In “Lucy and the Soap Opera” (1965), soap actor Mr. Vernon (John Gregory) brags his daytime drama role of Roger Gregory is the best part he’s played since doing the voice Oink-Oink in the [fictional] “Piggy Pete” cartoons! Lucy says she’d like to say Richard Burton go from playing “a pig in a poke to a teller in a bank.”

Oh, and don't forget "The Simpsons"! Lucille Ball has had several representations on the long-running show, including as Oyster Shell Lucy, a handicraft sold by Moe in “Homer’s Barber Shop Quartet” (1993).

Lastly, Lucy herself was an animated character. The original opening credits and commercial intros for "I Love Lucy" featured stick-figure animation of Lucy and Desi. The tradition continued during "The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hours", adding Little Ricky. "The Lucy Show" also opened with stick figure animation, but it only lasted for one season. "Here's Lucy" took animation to the next level, with a stop-motion doll of Lucy presenting the opening credits.

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whoknoo · 6 months ago

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It flashed through the sky…

…and then was gone. Lucy was sure she had seen a UFO and was equally sure aliens were here to secretly make contact with a human being. Maybe they would choose her. Maybe she would get to visit their ship. Maybe…

…she could tell them everything that happened with her mom, the strange dream, all of it. She hoped they could make sense of it. She hoped…maybe they had her mother. The dream, it had been weeks since she had it, but it wouldn’t leave her mind.

She could tell them what it was like back then, what her mom was like, and she couldn’t make sense of how. She could describe it all to them, that same austere, unloving air she had grown 8 years in, except, it was different once, the very opposite, in fact. The dream showed her so.

Long ago, a loving man, her father, and a woman had settled in the place she and her father only called a ‘house.’ They called it ‘home.’ Her father acted like a different man, bustling about with wood and tools, building a fence here, a tool shed there, and other wooden things that Lucy had only ever seen in shambles. He was active, and always improving. Given the shell her father was, she found it hard to recognize the person inside.

A beautiful garden reached around the outside of the structure. The woman, her mom, seemed to always be out there, putting the plants in rows, harvesting. Lucy didn’t know what exactly she was doing; she knew nothing about gardening, but she could see that her mom was happy. And her father too. Lucy felt tears well up in the dream when she saw this; another question for the aliens.

But something happened, and like a switch flipping, everything changed to resemble what Lucy knew. The home went silent, the garden outside went wild, and died, strangled by weeds. All the work they did, Lucy saw it disintegrate in a second, without explanation. The next scene in the dream, she wished she could forget, but a sinking feeling told her she never would.

Her mom hadn’t been sleeping for a time, at least, not to Lucy’s knowledge. It looked like the life was being drained out of her, and concentrated into a bulging, purpling globe in her abdomen. Everywhere else, her mom’s skin had grown grey, and clammy. The eyes especially, they looked dark, like deepening, frigid pits. For a while, the tips of her nose, fingers and ears had grown pink, as if these sites were the selected refuge for rebellious color in her paling body, as far from the belly as possible. Even these had started fading though. “Oh, nothing’s wrong with mommy, sweetie. She just hasn’t put her makeup on in a while.” Lucy’s father said that. She would never forget it, nor the way it twisted her stomach.

Right after he spoke, her mom’s face streamed with tears. She looked like a statue in the rain. She didn’t move, hardly breathed, and she was silent. It was as if her eyes had just suddenly sprung a leak.

The back door opened. “Well, I’ll see you both later toni—” It shut prematurely. As quickly as the silence broke, a new one took its place, a much sadder, fearful one. When her mom opened her eyes, though, and looked at Lucy, it was like she recognized something, and the trembling left her voice, and the sobbing softened. One might even say there was an air of relief to the room’s melancholy.

Her mother sat the same, still silently weeping on the sofa, trying not to stare at Lucy with a look somewhere between confusion and disgust. Lucy recalled—in the dream, which felt strange to her—that she hadn’t ever been alone with her like this before. She recalled countless days and nights in the woods, just outside, peering at the house from nearby.

She had always been outside when her dad left. She wondered if this was what inside was always like for them. Being an 8 year old, she just did what seemed right. She got onto the sofa, next to her mom, and hugged her. Her mother’s crying grew then, audible among the silence. Lucy thought she should stop, but then she felt her mother’s arms wrap around her. And then her mother spoke, only once. “Whatever you are, please, watch after my daughter. When I’m gone, watch after my Lucy…her father won’t.”

It had been a couple of days since then. Lucy hadn’t seen her mom today. Or her father. But her mother’s words, they hadn’t left her. Perhaps the hope for some little green men to explain everything and fix it was a little desperate. Lucy didn’t care. She knew things were broken. Important things, like grandma’s vase. So off she went. She’d never see that house again.

#fiction #dailyprompt #free write #aliens and ufos

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gralunaisland · 2 years ago

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Starting off, I don't ship Graylu or Grayza (Nalu and Jerza ftw!) but I believe Gray had crush on both Lucy and Erza once. Gemini revealed in Oracion Seis arc that Lucy is Gray's type. And if we try to find similarities in Erza and Lucy, there are quite a few :

Both are level-headed and mature while also being absolute dorks at times. Of course, they're the prettiest too. They both have what it takes to keep the team in check, they're passionate about their friends and lastly, they both respect the boundaries of their respective lovers(Natsu and Jellal) despite both having been shown to have clear crush them. They are willing to wait for the right time.

That's Gray's type. Lucy and Erza are everything Juvia isn't nor can she ever be. She isn't Gray's type at all. She has been forced upon him. She doesn't have many friends, she doesn't respect personal boundaries, she is over possessive to the extent of attacking and wishing bad for others, she's even jealous of Wendy, a kid who happens to be like Gray's younger sibling, Frosch, an exceed even. Which is utterly disgusting. That's not the woman Gray wanted but unfortunately got. Would bring rain upon an entire town because of her own emotions.

She shouldn't exist honestly.

I actually really love how you ship differently than me, (I mean not really, since I ship Nalu and Jerza as well, just in how you don't ship Gralu) but that you're able to look at the manga/anime objectively! That's seriously a skill so many fans don't have.

You're not being delusional like some Pro gr///vians are when they try to claim juvia and Natsu are best friends, or that Gray and Lucy act like siblings so shipping them would be inc*st. (Seeing 2 characters as a BROTP is totally fine, but what's not fine is claiming that shipping them would be inc*st. And yet, some Pros claim it to make Gralu shippers look bad.)

Anyway, the thing you're looking at objectively here is that Gray seems to canonically have had a crush on both Lucy and Erza, and I agree, despite also not shipping Grayza! Gray thought both were strong and beautiful. It shows us hints at a crush on Erza in that one episode where Gray thought she looked beautiful while she was sleeping, and maybe the flashback one where Gray kinda blushed as kids when Erza idr cried or something. And then yeah, you mention it right, Gemini showed how highly Gray views Lucy and how she's the "whole package". And then throughout the show, Gray shows how hot he finds Lucy, and blushes several times, like the time he was looking for her in her house, or in the Tower of Heaven, or in the Key of the Starry Heaven arc where he imagined her in an outfit made of paper etc. Anyway, those were just some supporting examples of what you were saying.

I totally agree with you about the similarities Erza and Lucy share! Oh wow, every point is just so perfect. They're both smart, hard-working, lively and fun, they're strong, and they're loving. And you're darn right that they're the prettiest of them all! I especially love how you bring attention to how they are both willing to wait for the right time for their respective partners! That's such a good point: they put their love interest above their own desires.

And yeah, that's the exact opposite of what juvia is. she puts what she wants first, disregarding anyone it hurts, namely most of all Gray, the fricking object of her affection. That goes against all the morals the whole story of Fairy Tail tries to extol onto its watchers and readers, where you should be giving it all for your friends, that you'll put them first. But Mashima decided to completely dump that moral when it comes to juvia and make selfish, jealous, delusional, obsessive romantic "love" a virtue.

I agree, there is no reason juvia exists. she shouldn't in the first place. she doesn't make Gray's life better (she's literally ruining him), she doesn't make Fairy Tail a better place (she antagonizes all the women, even literal children and creatures of other species like you mention, Anon), and she certainly doesn't make her own life better through being a horrible person and manipulating and forcing an unwilling man to be her lover (not that I care that she's ruining her own life, it just goes to show that she's helping no one out).

Thank you so much for sending this ask; I'm in awe of the amount of thought you put into it!

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 4 years ago

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I'm sorry if I'm bothering but I cant stop thinking about the brothers reacting to the mcs family accepting them as mcs bf before and after they find out the bro is a demon

The Brothers When MC’s Family Accepts Them As Demons (Headcanons)

These got super long, so I’m gonna put them under the cut. Thanks for the request, this was super fun to do.

Lucifer

The amount of stress he had going into this was ridiculous. He didn’t want to meet your family in the first place, he thought it was unnecessary and he would have much rather they not knew that he and you were dating. You insisted though, and he begrudgingly agreed to meet them when you went back up to the human world for your birthday. Everything was going fine until you slipped up and used his full name, and he was honestly… relieved. He had hated the stupid nickname you had given to him… “Luci”. It made him cringe, but nobody really named their child Lucifer, so apparently it was necessary. That one slip though, and he froze up, waiting for your parents to freak out… but they didn’t. Honestly, he wondered if your parents were even listening, but then your dad tried to make a dad joke. “So Lucifer, what was the fall like? Just joking, glad you could join us.” Confused. Kind of worried about your parents judgement, because, of course he loves you and wouldn’t want anyone to get in between the two of you… your parents are just… okay?With you dating a demon? Might need to take the second that your parents didn’t take.

Mammon

Not really all for meeting your family, but then again, that could be another way of getting free gifts or money. Definitely decides that he wants to meet them around Christmas, and make sure to let them know that you’re bringing your boyfriend, and that he likes gold anything or just flat out cash. He was nervous, but he wouldn’t let that show. Obviously The Great Mammon doesn’t get nervous, not around some measly humans. But these humans, these humans were important to you, and if he didn’t make a good impression, well… he could handle his brothers talking bad about him, but your family was a whole different thing. Christmas morning seemed to be going along without a hitch, the two of you had decided to just call each other by pet names so his real name wouldn’t slip… that is until his greediness started to show and he started pestering your parents about what he got. You lightly smacked his arm, whispering his name, hoping that your family didn’t hear you. “Oh, Mammon? Like the demon of greed Mammon?” Uhm… why weren’t your parents freaking out? “Don’t worry. We didn’t really know what to get you, so we just decided on money. I’m sure you won’t mind.” He’s on a whole new level of shook. Your family is so chill, he wants to come back for every holiday.

Leviathan

Getting him to leave his own bedroom was a job on its own. Trying to get him to agree to meet your family was a whole new level of difficult. There was no need for it, they won’t like him, he’s a loser… he gave all these excuses, and although none of them were true to you, he believed them to be true. You were on the verge of giving up and he saw that, he saw that you were upset about it, and he didn’t want to be the reason for you being upset so he finally said that he would. Only for a day trip though. His anxiety was already through the roof and he didn’t want to be stuck in a house of a bunch of people he didn’t know longer than 24 hours. That was no problem for you though as your family was having a small get together. It was a cookout and there would be a pool and everything, just a pleasant day of family fun. That’s how you sold it to him, and although he was still reluctant, he liked the idea of a pool. So now, here you were, goofing off in the pool. He was pushing you around the pool in a little donut raft, and he decided it would be funny to flip you off of it. You squealed his name when you came up from out of the water, forgetting for a second where you were, and your entire family was looking at the two of you now. “Leviathan… I know I heard that name before… isn’t that that one demon who…” “Doesn’t matter what he is, they’re both having fun. Burgers are up in five minutes, kiddos.” They’re not… shocked? Not running for the hills, having a panic attack. Nope, just burgers. He finally feels like he can really relax now, and that’s all that matters.

Asmodeus

Pfft, worried? Not him. People love him. Your parents will too, he was sure of it. He was all for visiting your parents, actually, he was the one who brought it up. You were about to visit your mom for her birthday, and he decided that he wanted to come along too, since he’d never met your family before. He felt like you were hiding him and he didn’t like that feeling, so now he was coming to your mom's birthday and he even picked her out a gift. Obviously it was self-care set, but what else was he going to get her? It’s Asmo. Of course, your mother loves him immediately. He’s kind and he’s gentle and soft spoken, and he keeps calling her beautiful. He was a charmer, and everything was going great. The entire party went flawlessly, and you both thought that you’d get through the day without anyone finding out that your boyfriend was in fact a demon. That is, until your mother stopped the two of you for goodbye hugs, and she decided to become curious about his name. “Is Asmo your full name, or is it short for something else?” She was so inquizitive, and you bit your lip, hoping that he’d just agree that Asmo was his name, but, he had no shame. He told her that it was short for Asmodeus, and at first she looked shocked, but then she just shrugged. “Hmm, well… isn’t that something. You two get home safely, and come back soon, okay?” At first he thought that she just didn’t know who he was, but you explained to him that she knew, she just didn’t care. He kind of had a feeling it would happen that way though, so he was just as happy as he was before he came up to visit.

Satan

He’ll agree to visit your parents, you don’t have to bribe him, convince him, nothing. He just wants you to call him by his real name. He said he would be on his best behaviour, and that your family would have no reason to hate him unless they’re judging him strictly off of his name, but if that’s the case, then they’re shit anyway and he doesn’t want to associate with them. It was a Fathers Day party, and you were on edge the entire time. Your parents weren’t judgemental at all, but the name, his name alone would freak anyone out. He was a true gentleman, shaking your fathers hand and having regular conversations with him about different books that they’ve read. Things were great, and then dinner came along. Satan and your dad were still talking amongst themselves when he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “You know, Y/N never did tell us your name. Things have just been so busy, I’m sorry about that.” Satan didn’t hold back, he almost too proudly stated his name to your father, like he was expecting some type of freak out. It was your mom who chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “Ah, leave it to Y/N to date Satan. Well, everyone seems happy in the relationship, who am I to judge?” And with that everyone went back to eating. You were more shocked than Satan was, he just seemed really smug now, continuing his conversation with your dad. It felt like a giant weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Beelzebub

Halloween, you chose Halloween. There was candy involved and he seemed excited about it. He was always so sweet and you really felt like you had nothing to worry about with him, how could anyone not like Beel? He was a big teddy bear, an absolute sweetheart. He wasn’t even nervous about meeting your family, and there was no reason for him to be. When he walked into your house everyone greeted him with open arms, warm welcomes, and soft smiles. Honestly, the only thing intimidating about him was his height, but everyone quickly got over that and it even became a sort of joke between him and your dad. “Oh, watch your head there, pal. If Y/N would have told me you were so tall I would have raised the archways a little more.” Dad jokes, and while you were embarrassed whenever your dad said anything, Beel seemed to love it. When snack trays went out, Beel devoured everything almost immediately, and it was only when he had cleared the entire table that he realized what he did, smiling sheepishly at you. Your family was clearly… concerned. Beel decided to take it upon himself to explain everything since you seemed so worried, and his plan was, if they freaked out, he’d just take you back to the Devildom to celebrate Halloween there. It was quite the opposite though, and your mom actually seemed relieved that there was a reason for him eating so much. “That makes so much sense. I was getting worried that someone wasn’t feeding you. Well, you can always come home anytime for dinner, alright?” So happy, he’s so happy. Ends up changing into his demon form for a Halloween costume which amazes everyone. He asks to visit your family at least once a week for dinner now. It’s a second home to him.

Belphegor

Why visit your family when he can just sleep? Sleep is life. He’ll probably just zonk out at your parents house anyway, but that wasn’t the point. You wanted him to at least meet your parents once. They had asked you to come home, and you had told them before that you had a boyfriend and they really wanted to meet him too. It wasn’t particularly hard to say no to you, it’s just that he didn’t like hurting your feelings, and he felt like it was the least he could do considering he did… kill you once. He really did do his best to stay awake, not for your parents, but for you. He didn’t want you to think he was rude for falling asleep at the dinner table, which almost happened. Once everyone moved into the living room though, he couldn’t help himself. Leaning against your shoulder he slowly dozed off and your mom noticed immediately. “Just like your father, able to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere.” You heard Belphie scoff quietly, deciding that he would throw out a joke about being Belphegor, the Demon of Sloth. Of course, you knew that it wasn’t a joke, and you tensed up, waiting for your mom’s reaction to it. “Oh, well, that makes sense now. Do you need a pillow, or a blanket? A warm cup of tea?” He peaked one eye open, staring at your mom for a second before looking up at you and declining, almost too politely. He was kind of bummed out that your mom wasn’t scared of him. There was no fun in it. At least he got to nap a little longer though, and she brought him a cup of tea anyway, so he was still winning in the end. All is well that ends well.

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ssa-babygirl · 4 years ago

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Out of My League [Part 4]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader

Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: Why on Earth does everyone think you and Spencer are dating? That’s just ridiculous! Right?

Warning(s): the pining is strong with this one, alcohol consumption, i think there were like one or two swear words?? pretty tame

Author’s Note: OH MY GOD WE’RE BACK AGAIN!!!!! yeah it’s been WAyy too long I’m so sorry guys. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE!!! I’m almost done with the next part so the wait won’t be NEARLY as bad this time around. Ok love yall hope you like it!!!

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

The play was a lovely way to spend your evening. You could hear Spencer beside you muttering the words along with the actors. The monologues were beautiful coming from the talent on stage, but it was nothing compared to your best friend’s whispers when he thought you couldn’t hear him. You looked straight ahead to the stage, fearing that he’d stop if you indicated that you were listening, but you still felt his eyes on you as he gently uttered, “I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, to die upon the hand I love so well.”

Hearing the words you had read and swooned over countless times before coming from Spencer’s soft voice made a shiver run down your spine.

Spencer Reid did not just give you chills, that did not just happen, you told yourself.

The chill that ran across your body contrasted nicely with heat in your face when you felt his gaze roll over your features. You didn’t always like the feeling when someone’s eyes were on you, but something about it being Spencer’s eyes felt… right. You weren’t uncomfortable, quite the opposite, actually. You found yourself being overjoyed in your seat, but you couldn’t tell yourself why.

Or at least you refused to.

When the show ended, Spencer led you out the door you entered from, and you left the library with a dopey smile on your face as you stepped into the chilly autumn night. The sun had gone down during the play and the streetlamps glowed white against the black sky.

“You hungry?” Spencer asked.

“Starving.”

“It’s a little late for dinner, you think we’ll find a place?”

“It’s only eight o’clock, there’s gotta be somewhere.”

“A McDonald’s maybe?”

You laughed harder than you normally would, but his smile when he made his joke pulled an airy giggle from your lungs that you had no control over.

You wandered for blocks, finding restaurants that were still busy with long waits. A cute ice cream shop caught both your eyes from across the street and you and Spencer thought the same exact thing.

Some things really didn’t change since you were kids.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Of course I am, Y/N, why are we still on this side of the street?”

You crossed the road together, way too excited for grown adults to be about having ice cream for dinner. There was a line, but it was only a few people long, so you decided to wait for this more than worth it opportunity. As you approached the store, a young family was leaving. The daughter, a young girl in a pink sweater, was so focused on her cake batter flavored cone, she didn’t realize she dropped her stuffed rabbit. Spencer nearly stepped on it, but he picked it up and called after the family. They didn’t hear him, so he went after them and tapped the father on the shoulder.

“Hi, sorry, I think she dropped this.”

“Oh my goodness, Lucy, you dropped your bunny!” The mother shrieked.

“Thank you so much, really,” said Lucy’s dad, “Say thank you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, sweetheart!” Lucy took the toy from Spencer and smiled.

About ten feet behind the scene, you were losing it. Spencer turned around after the family left and made a face while you laughed your ass off.

“That was the cutest thing I have ever seen!” You giggled as he held the door open for you, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Spencer cracked a smile and bit his lips, gaze dropping to the floor as he blushed.

Okay, maybe that was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

“I miss when Jamie was that little. He was so cute!”

“He’s still a cute kid!” The line moves forward, you’re next up.

“Well, yeah, of course, he is! But now he knows what words mean and that’s not as funny.”

“Children learn through imitation, so it makes sense he copied things you did and said because you're his mom, he looks up to you.”

“He looks up to you, too, you know.” The family in front of you got their ice cream and left, leaving you to order, “Can I get a sugar cone of cookies and cream?” The girl behind the counter nodded and scooped your ice cream. She then turned to a catatonic Spencer, who was staring at you, cheeks flushed and lips parted. He snapped out of it and ordered a cup of rocky road with extra marshmallow fluff on top.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked as you pulled out your credit card.

“Paying for our ice cream, what does it look like?”

“No, I’ll pay—” He reached for his pocket, but was too slow.

“Oops, too late,” you said, swiping your card and smirking. The girl behind the counter smiled and waved to you as you left.

“Did you mean that? Jamie looks up to me?”

You turned to look at Spencer, whose eyes were full of stars as he grinned back at you, “Yeah! Of course, he does!”

“Really?”

“Oh, don’t be so surprised, Spencer, you’re like his real-life superhero. You saved his life, genius, he wants to be just like you.”

“He wants to be a profiler?”

“Not necessarily. He thinks you’re a secret agent. Like a spy.”

Spencer chuckled, “And how do you feel about that?”

“Oh, it’s terrifying, I hate it.”

“Yep,” Spencer spooned some ice cream into his mouth, “That’s what I thought.”

“I mean, Jesus, Spence, I get retroactive heart attacks from all the shit you tell me about your cases, I don’t know if I want my kid getting into that. I’d worry even more than I already do.”

“You worry about me?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re my best friend, genius! Of course, I worry about you!”

You finished your ice creams on the metro and walked home in comfortable silence. As you turned the corner onto your block, you grinned up at Spencer.

“Thanks for playing tour guide today. I had fun. Haven’t gone out with friends since I moved here.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t have any friends here to go out with.”

His eyebrows jumped as he sputtered out a sentence, “Oh. W-well why don’t you come out with the team and me sometime?”

“No, they’re your friends I wouldn’t wanna intrude—”

“You wouldn't be intruding, you're my friend too.”

“Spence—”

“One of my teammates is having a dinner party tomorrow night. He’s a great cook and would love to meet you.”

You dug around your bag for your keys, “I don’t know anyone else on the team!”

“You know JJ! And Derek, too. He’s been asking about you.” Spencer’s eyes dropped to his shoes again as your welcome mat became way more interesting than your face.

“Really?” He pursed his lips and nodded. You thought it over for a moment and decided, “Fine. Text me a time and address.”

His eyes snapped back to yours, “No, I-I’ll pick you up.”

“Woah woah woah, you’re gonna drive me around?” You laughed in disbelief, “Sorry, Doc, I know our whole dynamic has changed a bit ‘cuz we’re both grown-ups now, but I’m not sure either of us is quite ready for that.”

His smile finally flashed back across his face, “Come on, I owe you.”

“For what?”

“You bought the ice cream!” His voice was high pitched.

You matched his tone, “You took me to the Shakespeare library!”

“You took me to McDonald’s 106 times in high school! I’m sure the amount of money you spent on my food could buy the whole gift shop!”

Your jaw fell open, “You counted?”

“I can’t help it!”

You rolled your eyes, failing to fight back a grin, “Goodnight, genius.”

He bit his lips and smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You jam the key in your door and push it open, closing it with your body as you sigh, leaning your head back against it.

“That good, huh?” Said a voice from the living room, causing you to jump.

“Jesus, mom, what are you still doing up?” You sigh, clutching your chest.

“Well, I put Jamie to bed, I figured I’d wait up for you so I can hear about your date!”

“Wh- mom, what are you talking about?”

“With Spencer! How was your date?”

“That wasn’t a date!”

“Really? So you guys just walked around for hours in silence doing nothing?”

“We didn’t just walk around!”

“So what’d you guys do?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh my god, mom.”

“You’re not denying anything!”

“Mom!”

“You can tell me, it’s just us girls.”

“He took me to the Shakespeare Library! We got ice cream! That’s it! Nothing happened!”

“Shakespeare Library? Ice cream?” her eyebrows darted up so far it was almost like a cartoon character, “Toots, that’s not nothing!”

“It’s nothing. We just saw a play-”

“What play?”

“Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

Your mother closed her book and tossed it next to her on the couch. “Oh! You mean your favorite! Silly me for thinking this was a romantic outing!”

“It wasn’t!”

“Who paid for the ice cream?”

“I did.”

“Did he offer?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t let him.”

Your mother sighed, “You’re telling me it wasn’t a date, but all I’m hearing is that Spencer thought it was.”

“Then why didn’t he make a move?”

“So many reasons! He’s shy! He’s a gentleman! Maybe he thought you weren’t into him.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

Is everyone a profiler now? God!

“Mom, it’s getting late, I walked the length of the city today, I’m going to bed. You can stay over if you don’t wanna drive, but I’m getting some sleep.”

“Right, you need to be rested for tomorrow night. Got a dinner party to go to!”

“Were you listening?”

“The window was open just a crack, I may have heard some of the conversation.”

“Jesus…”

“What? You’re meeting his friends already, this is big.”

You groaned, dragging your feet up the stairs to your bedroom, changing out of your clothes, and hopping in the shower before cozying up for bed. Whether or not you wanted to admit your mom was right, you knew she was. And that terrified you.

(Spencer’s POV)

I rang the doorbell of her house at exactly 6:30, just like I said I would. Seconds later, the door swung open and revealed her smiling face shimmering with her makeup. I took in her outfit, a cute floral dress reaching the tops of her knees. I tried to make sure my eyes didn’t linger on the neckline for too long when I noticed a thin silver chain resting on her collarbone. A small heart-shaped pendant dangled from it.

“Wow.” Was all I could manage, “You look—”

“Totally overdressed, right? Cuz I can dress this down a bit, I just need to change the shoes and throw on a jacket. You know what? I have another dress upstairs I’ll just cha—”

“No, Y/N, you look…” Beautiful, enchanting, stunning, like the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, I thought about saying all of that, but instead, I just said, “Great.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I tried to say it as sincerely as possible, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yep!” She reached around the door to take a denim jacket from a hook on the wall, throwing it over her shoulders, “Lemme just get my purse—” she glanced around the room and cut herself off with a groan.

“What?”

“I left my bag in my room. Here, come inside, it’s chilly out.” She rushed down the hall to hurry up the stairs to what I’d assume was her bedroom. I stepped across the threshold and into the warm home. There was a faint glow of light from the kitchen, where a child’s laugh bubbled from the room. I followed the sound and found Jamie and Mrs. L/N sitting at the table doing a puzzle.

“Oh, hi, Spencer!” She called.

“Doctor Spencer!” Jamie jumped up from his seat and ran to me, wrapping his arms around my legs.

“Hey, little man!” I ruffled his hair and flashed a grin to Y/N’s mom.

I heard the tapping of shoes descending the stairs behind me, “Okay, got everything, you ready?”

I quickly turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice and saw her smiling at Jamie beside me.

“Goodnight, Jamie-baby, I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Have fun with grandma,” she cooed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight!”

“Bye, buddy!”

“Bye, Doc!”

“Have fun you two, be safe!” Y/N’s mom grinned as she waved us away.

“Oh my god, mom, stop.”

“Okay! Goodnight, my loves!”

“Goodnight!”

Y/N marched out the door and followed the path down to the street, where my car was parked.

“Last chance, Doc, want me to drive instead?”

I passed her to open the passenger side door for her, “Not a chance, I promised.”

“What a gentleman! Now let’s see if we make it there in one piece first.”

The laugh I let out was half-mockery, half-nerves, as I was not the best driver. I had a Ph.D. in engineering and understood more about physics than most people, but that doesn’t mean I knew how to focus well enough to apply that knowledge. When it is literally impossible for me to forget that I have a 1 in 96 chance of dying in a car accident, my hypervigilance does more harm than good.

“So who am I meeting? Who’s on your team?”

My anxieties were somewhat quelled by the sound of her voice, allowing me to pull my thoughts away from the possibility of becoming one of the 20% of fatal car crashes that occur in intersections.

“Well, you already know JJ and Garcia. Hotch, my boss—”

“Tall, dark, handsome? Never smiles?”

I chuckled, “That’s the guy.”

“He seems fun at parties.”

“He’s actually not that bad. Just a bit too serious sometimes.”

“Okay, and who haven’t I met?”

“The host, David Rossi, Emily, you’ll love them.”

“Is Derek coming?”

IQ of 187 and I still don’t think anyone could have explained to me why that upset me as much as it did. It’s not like Y/N was my girlfriend or anything, she was allowed to want Derek, most girls did, so there was no reason for me to be jealous. She wasn’t mine to lose.

“Yeah. He’ll be there.”

We pulled up to Rossi’s mansion a few minutes later, after riding in semi-awkward silence. She waited for me next to her side of the car, not wanting to walk up to the door by herself. I reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder as I drew closer. She gave me a tight-lipped smile before dropping her eyes to the ground between us.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m nervous, what if they don’t like me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, what’s not to love?” I didn’t even realize how much I meant those words at the time, so I doubt she understood how serious I was, but her smile softened and her shoulders relaxed slightly under my touch. I led her up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. Shortly after, Garcia opened the door and beamed at the two of us.

“You’re here! Oh my goodness, so nice to see you again!” She pulled Y/N into a hug that she very quickly accepted.

“Hi, Penelope, good to see you too.” She pulled away and grinned at me, the worry mostly drained from her eyes now.

“Come here, boy genius, you get one too!” She wrapped her arms around my waist and my face found its place in her blonde curls. We all went inside and saw the whole team sitting around a coffee table with glasses of wine in their hands. JJ put her glass on the table and got up from her seat on the cushy leather couch to hug Y/N.

“You’re not one of mine, are you?” Rossi sipped his drink and eyed Y/N.

“Um, this is Y/N, my uh, my friend.” I stammered.

“Ah! You’re the doctor’s little lady friend I’ve heard so much about!” Rossi put his scotch down on the table and crossed the room to kiss her on both cheeks, “Lovely to meet you, bella, I’m—”

“David Rossi. Yes, Spencer’s told me about you. Nice to meet you,” she grinned, shaking his hand.

“Ah,” he scoffed, “call me Dave.”

“What? No fair!” Emily piped up, taking a big sip of wine, “You just met her and she gets ‘Dave’ privileges? I’ve worked with you for months!”

“Emily, look me in the eyes and try to call me Dave.” She looked at him and opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but she just took another sip while JJ and Morgan laughed at her.

Hotch flashed a rare smile to Y/N, “Good to see you again.”

“Yes! Glad it’s under better circumstances, Agent Hotchner.”

“Me too. And please,” he extended a hand to her, “call me Aaron.”

This time it was Morgan who spoke up, “No way! Only Rossi calls you by your first name!”

“And me,” Emily mumbled.

“And now Y/N, too.”

“I’m honored, Aaron.”

Looking at her face now all remaining anxiety had just about vanished. I told her she had nothing to worry about, and now she was finally listening to me. Rossi called us all to the kitchen where he told us to grab a plate so he could serve us before we sat down at the table. He gave us each a plate of his famous spaghetti carbonara before taking his seat at the head of the table. The team all chatted about their lives, as we ate. Hotch showed Y/N pictures of Jack on his phone, Emily probed JJ about Will, Morgan, and Rossi poked fun at me for bringing Y/N, but I just rolled my eyes and tried to ignore them. Plates were cleaned, stories were told, and wine bottles were emptied. Mostly by Emily and Y/N.

JJ was the one to try to cut them off, “Don’t you have to drive this one home?” She gestured to me.

She put her hands up defensively, “He picked me up.”

“Reid, you hate driving!” Garcia pointed out, prompting Morgan to spare a knowing glance to Rossi.

“You do?”

“I don’t hate it, I just prefer not to.” I was a profiler, but that didn’t mean I was a good liar.

“Spence, I offered to drive you.”

I shrugged, “I didn’t mind.”

Her eyes lingered on me for another moment before taking another sip of wine and resuming her conversation with Emily. I knew they’d get along. Towards the end of the night, Rossi proposed a toast.

“To familia.”

Y/N smiled, staying quiet.

“Oh, come on now, you too, bella.” He raised his glass to her and clinked the crystal, “You’re stuck with us now, get over it.”

“I’m not complaining, Dave.” Her words were to Rossi, but she never stopped looking at me. Probably just had a bit too much to drink.

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Lost in the Shadows - Chapter 19

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Next Chapter: Chapter 20

Cordelia and Lucie returned to the lake when Cordelia was finally done training. She looked forward to going for a swim and cool down a little, training all afternoon in the heat might not have been the best idea ever, and she understood Lucie had given up on practicing magic sooner. She had no idea how exhausting it was to open a portal. It looked like Lucie simply asking for favors, but Cordelia expected it was exhausting in its own way, different from swinging a sword. The last time she’d even seen shadows gather around Lucie, although she didn’t think Lucie herself had seen anything. It made Cordelia wonder how her magic worked. Did the darkness come from inside of her? Or did it come from everywhere, finding its way to Lucie? And could it be dangerous? What if such power corrupted people?

It wasn’t that surprising magic tired her though. Alastair’s ability could exhaust him too. As far as Cordelia knew he was always tired, and she wondered if his memory had anything to do with that.

Alastair and Thomas were already there, they’d swum all the way to the island. Cordelia didn’t think Alastair had swum in some time. Cordelia hadn’t either before coming here, mostly because she had struggled so much with finding swimwear she liked that also fit. Boys had it easy when it came to finding swimwear, she thought to herself. All they needed was find a pair of swim shorts that fit around their waist, whereas Cordelia needed a top that fit properly and a bottom that was high waisted enough for her to feel comfortable. She knew it was stupid, but she didn’t like wearing something that bared her stomach. She did enjoy swimming though, now that she could.

They returned just in time for dinner, and Lucie changed into her lounge clothes, which consisted of a very large and long Green Day shirt she wore as a dress, tucked in the waist with a black lint she’d tied into a bow at her side.

‘I’d been wondering where that shirt had gone,’ Thomas said when he saw her.

Cordelia loved that Lucie could look so good in a shirt that apparently belonged to Thomas and was supposed to fit him.

‘I think I asked you if I could borrow it,’ Lucie said.

‘I don’t remember that,’ Thomas said.

‘It was several months ago, so that could be why you don’t remember.’

‘Are you going to give it back at some point?’ Thomas asked.

Lucie shrugged. ‘Maybe,’ she said.

Thomas sighed. ‘At least Barbara has a boyfriend she can steal clothes from now. Sometimes I feel like my closet is a free for all.’

Cordelia didn’t think Alastair was the type to steal Thomas’ clothes, he always dressed in well fitting clothes, eager to impress. She guessed Thomas’ shirts and sweaters had to be comfortable, but Cordelia didn’t like to wear clothes that were baggy and oversized. Cordelia always felt like they made her look much bigger, and being both muscular and chubby had caused some issues with her body image.

Thomas returned to his parents after dinner, and Alastair went to his room. Cordelia followed him upstairs while Lucie was writing. She’d been meaning to talk to him.

Alastair was cleaning up in his room. She didn’t think it could get any cleaner, yet here Alastair was, carefully rearranging his bed.

‘Did you want to ask something?’ he asked without looking up from changing the bed sheets.

‘I did, can I come in?’

‘Sure, but give me a moment to finish this. Thomas is coming to sleep over tonight,’ Alastair said, ‘I figured I’d change the bed sheets and add an extra pillow.’

‘That’s sweet of him,’ Cordelia said.

‘It is. Thomas said he wanted to protect me from nightmares. I don’t think that’ll work but I’m learning to feel safe around him.’

Cordelia knew to Alastair, a sense of safety was hard to come by. He’d been unsafe for so long he struggled to recognize when he was safe and loved. They’d been working on that together, Cordelia trying to figure out the best ways to support him and make him feel safe, ways to help him through flashbacks and panic attacks. It had taken some time, but Alastair had slowly started trusting her with his feelings.

‘What did you want to talk about?’ Alastair asked.

‘I think I’m in love with Lucie,’ she confessed.

Cordelia had been close to Lucie for a long time, she struggled to tell the difference between their friendship and falling in love, but lately she’d started to suspect what she felt was romantic love.

Alastair grinned. ‘Well, that means your taste in women is decidedly better than your taste in men. Do you think she likes you?’

‘I don’t know. I know she likes girls, but I’m not sure she likes me.’

‘Isn’t her story about you titled the Beautiful Cordelia?’ Alastair asked.

Cordelia tilted her head. ‘Yes, but I think that’s not so uncommon. I mean, she started writing that story when she was twelve and lots of twelve year old girls write main characters who are constantly described as being exceedingly beautiful and perfect and courageous.’

‘But aren’t many of those characters an idealized version of the author themselves?’ Alastair asked. ‘Lots of twelve year old girls are insecure about how they look and some write themselves as how they wished they looked.’

Cordelia had definitely been insecure, and she knew Alastair was still insecure about his dark features. She often made fun of his dyed blonde hair, which he’d thankfully died back to black, but she knew it was because Alastair was insecure about how he looked as a brown man. His hair was one of the few things about his appearance he could change.

Cordelia had too, she’d been insecure about her brown skin and dark eyes, she’d believed her red hair, a very uncommon feature for an Iranian girl, was the best part about her appearance. But Lucie’s story had dedicated pages to describing the beauty of Cordelia’s brown skin and dark eyes, and Cordelia had read many books written by women of color where girls were celebrated for their brown skin and dark hair and eyes. And she’d read books about fat or mid sized girls written by fat authors where their bodies were celebrated or just not that important in the long run, which had helped Cordelia feel less insecure about her body

‘Lots of twelve year old girls describe their main characters as so skinny people thought they had an eating disorder, but you know that although it’s written in a negative light, it’s supposed to be a compliment,’ Cordelia said. ‘You’re probably right, that the authors wanted to be thinner and therefore wrote their characters that way.’

At twelve, she’d gravitated towards stories with those main characters, because of her own insecurity. At that age she’d barely been able to read books with a fat main character. Of course, most fat girls in books back then hated themselves and could only have a happy ending after losing weight, but Cordelia suspected back then she would not have been able to appreciate books about fat girls loving themselves as she could now. Even though at twelve years old, Cordelia hadn’t even been fat.

‘But Lucie didn’t write an idealized version of herself,’ Alastair said. ‘She wrote about you.’

‘There was a side character called princess Lucinda, who was the fictional version of Lucie,’ Cordelia said. ‘But when it came to descriptions of how characters looked, Cordelia was always the most beautiful girl around and everyone fell in love with her at first sight. And I mean literally everyone.’

‘The obvious explanation would be that she likes you,’ Alastair said.

‘She didn’t realize she liked girls until recently,’ Cordelia said. ‘She started writing the beautiful Cordeliayears ago.’

‘She might not have realized she liked you,’ Alastair said. ‘I’ve never read much from the story, but from what did read, I cannot think of another explanation for this.’

Cordelia had to admit her brother had a point. Still, she was nervous when she returned downstairs to Lucie, who was still writing. She looked up when Cordelia sat down next to her with a book.

‘I introduced Mabel,’ Lucie said. ‘Eloise just fell asleep and woke in the dreamworld, and is trying to figure out where she is and how to get out, and although she doesn’t trust or understand Mabel, they are forced to work together. And Mabel at this point thinks Eloise is just a conceited rich girl. So a bit like Pride and Prejudice.’

Cordelia wondered if she was anything like Mabel and if Eloise was anything like Lucie. Or perhaps the other way around, she wasn’t too familiar with either character yet.

‘I like Pride and Prejudice,’ Cordelia said. ‘So they go from being enemies to being in love?’

‘Not enemies in the sense that they’re on opposite sides or anything, but they do strongly dislike each other at first, which will slowly develop to grudging respect to genuine respect to friendship to I would die for you. It’s a fun dynamic, but difficult to write and space out. And of course Eloise is in the dreamland the whole time, whereas Mabel is only there at night when she’s sleeping.’

‘So, if Mabel can talk to Eloise while they’re asleep and she also wakes up into the real world, could she serve as a line of communication between Eloise and her family?’ Cordelia asked.

Lucie’s eyes lit up. ‘Of course, that’s an excellent idea. Now the first time Mabel visits Eloise’ house, her family doesn’t listen to Mabel, which reinforces her negative beliefs about Eloise, but eventually she gives in and tries again and tells them something only Eloise could have told her and then the family does begin to trust her.’

‘How exhausted does Mabel get from all this?’ Cordelia said. ‘Since she gets to adventure in her sleep?’

‘Well, the adventuring in her sleep does count as sleep,’ Lucie said. ‘But you have a point, it would probably be less restful than normal sleep. Perhaps Eloise’s family can take her in and provide for her family so she can get enough rest to visit the dreamland.’

‘What do your characters look like?’ Cordelia asked. ‘I’m thinking about drawing them for you.’

Cordelia hadn’t drawn in some time, but had brought some art supplies with her. She wasn’t particularly talented, but decent when it came to drawing Lucie’s characters, although she still struggled with drawing men.

‘Oh that would be fantastic,’ Lucie said. ‘I always like to have something to visualize, but I can’t draw a straight line. Alright, so Mabel is from a poor family, and works in a factory to support her family, so she’s going to look a bit dirty and stained. She has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes and freckles and is a little underweight because she struggles to feed herself and her mother and younger siblings.

Eloise on the other hand is from a wealthy family, although her mother was poor, and she wears fancier clothes like the dress Jessamine wears. She has dark brown hair and gray eyes and because she always had enough food and likes sweets, she is fat.

Maybe Mabel judges Eloise for her weight at first, because Mabel is poor herself but I’m thinking that might not go over well to a modern audience.’

Cordelia tilted her head. ‘Maybe not. But it’s nice to have a fat main character, I don’t think there are enough of those.’

Nor were there enough queer main characters, women of color main characters, the list could go on. Cordelia often wished she could see herself more in books, and Lucie understood that. Lucie often recommended her books based on what she was looking for.

‘Yes, exactly,’ Lucie said. ‘And it gives me an opportunity to write away any insecurities I have about gaining weight. One of the great benefits of stealing Thomas’ clothes is that it rarely happens that they suddenly don’t fit anymore.’

Lucie had told her she’d gained some weight over the past year, but as it had happened slowly, Cordelia found it difficult to tell the difference. She and Thomas used to have eating contests together, which was a bit of an odd hobby but both seemed to enjoy it, and Lucie was probably the only one who stood a chance against Thomas, but ever since gaining weight she’d gotten too insecure about it.

Cordelia thought Lucie would look good at any size, and hated how being taught to be insecure had made her give up on a weird but fun hobby.

‘That sounds like a good idea,’ Cordelia said. ‘I’m going to get my art supplies and get started.’

***

Alastair and Thomas were in Alastair’s bed together, in each other’s arms. It was nice, warm, comfortable, Thomas asking every now and then if it was still okay, if he wanted to be kissed, if certain parts of his body were alright for him to touch. Alastair didn’t think he’d ever get enough of this. Thomas’ arms were firm and strong and applied just enough pressure to his body to be comforting.

He was whispering to Thomas in Farsi, terms of endearments he had not imagined using for someone else after Charles.

‘What is it you’re saying?’ Thomas asked. ‘Is that Farsi?’

‘It is,’ Alastair said.

‘What were you saying?’ Thomas asked. ‘Lucie and I tried to learn Farsi for Cordelia, but so far we only learnt a few phrases and my accent is probably terrible.’

‘Likely,’ Alastair agreed, ‘but it’s nice that you’re learning. I could help you.’

Charles had never cared much for his language, or his culture. Of course, at the time Alastair had tried to distance himself from his heritage, all too aware how people treated him for it. He’d thought people would accept him better that way. After all, people often claimed foreigners should adapt to the dominant culture. He knew better now, and loved that Thomas showed an interest in the language.

‘That would be amazing. You are fluent, aren’t you?’

‘My mother mostly spoke Farsi with us at home, and aunt Risa still struggles with English. She understands everything you say, but cannot express herself well enough to feel comfortable, so we always speak Farsi with her. So I’d say Cordelia and I are fluent, yes.’

‘So, what were you just saying for me?’

‘Kharâbetam. I am ruined for you. Nooré cheshm-am. The light of my eyes. Ãtashé del-am. The fire of my heart.’

‘Wow. That all sounds so romantic,’ Thomas said.

‘Farsi endearments can be dramatic, but I like that,’ Alastair said.

‘I’ll try to learn some of those,’ Thomas promised. ‘Learning the language will undoubtedly be easier with a native speaker around.’

Thomas started kissing him again, wrapping his arms around Alastair, still checking if everything was alright. He threw in some terms of endearments of his own, phrases Alastair did not understand, but recognized as Spanish. He remembered Thomas saying his father often spoke Spanish around the house and Thomas was fluent himself. Alastair wasn’t sure what exactly Thomas was saying, but it sounded sweet.

He started to wonder if Thomas wanted to move things along. Part of Alastair wanted to, part of him was scared. Truth to be told, he wasn’t sure what he wanted, and he’d much rather follow Thomas’ lead.

He didn’t realize what was happening at first. Thomas, apparently, did long to move things along, and asked if it would be alright to take off some clothes. Alastair said yes, even if part of him was still scared. It would be fine, he told himself. This was Thomas, who loved him and would stop if Alastair asked him to.

And at first it was amazing. Alastair gently traced the stretch marks on Thomas’ back with his fingers. It must have been hard on the body, to grow so much in only a few years. Thomas used to be so small… He didn’t feel like it was going too fast, he was taking his time admiring Thomas.

And Thomas was still sweet as always, asking what was alright. Alastair said yes to everything. He wanted Thomas, wanted to find out what it could be like with someone who cared for him. But the more intimate their kissing, their exploring each other’s bodies became, the more Alastair was reminded of previous times he’d done this. Stop, he told himself. This wasn’t like it was with Charles. This was Thomas and he was sweet and perfect and would never do anything Alastair wasn’t comfortable with. But he fell back into the memory anyway. It wasn’t real, he told himself. He was here with Thomas, but he couldn’t feel Thomas anymore. Instead, he was with Charles, and he was scared and uncomfortable, but didn’t dare say anything because what if Charles would abandon him? It wasn’t real, he told himself. He’d done something wrong, he felt, Charles had been upset with him most of the evening and Alastair didn’t know why. He couldn’t figure what he’d done wrong, and at the time he’d thought it reasonable to make it up to Charles like this, pushing himself despite his fear and discomfort. Doing whatever he asked for because he’d clearly done something wrong and he wanted to show Charles he loved him. Now Alastair felt shame for allowing all this to happen. He felt Charles’ hands on him, and yelled at him to stop but it was a memory and in the past Alastair had never asked him to stop. There was nothing he could do now, nothing to change the past. In the distance, he heard a voice calling to him. It wasn’t real, he reminded himself. He wasn’t with Charles, he’d done nothing wrong, and he had nothing to make up for.

‘Alastair, are you alright?’

‘Get away from me!’ Alastair yelled and he wasn’t sure if it was directed at Thomas or Charles or both of them.

‘Alastair, what do you need me to do?’

Thomas sounded like he was freaking out, but he was still there. It wasn’t real, he reminded himself. Thomas was real. His bedroom was real. He felt something in his arms, something soft and hairy. He focused on that sensation, stroking the soft thing. Alastair had always had a fondness for soft things, his hedgehog, nice blankets. He loved how it felt under his fingers, how it could put him at ease to stroke his hand over something soft. It was his hedgehog, he realized. Thomas had found Mr. Prickly somewhere between the sheets and shoved it into his arms. It was something to focus on. He held Mr. Prickly against him, stroking it gently, focusing on the sensation underneath his fingers. This was real. He could see the hedgehog. Could see Thomas, asking him to breathe, talking to him.

‘Don’t panic,’ Alastair told Thomas as he sat upright, hedgehog in his lap.

Part of him was tempted to send Thomas away, to not let him see Alastair like this. He wanted to yell at him to get out of here and retreat into his protective shell, but what would be the point? Thomas had already seen the worst, nothing to be done about that now. Besides, it would be rude to expect Thomas to sleep on the couch or go back to his parents at this hour. This was a bad idea. He tried to breathe, keeping all his attention on Mr. Prickly. Perhaps he should give trust a try, he told himself. Perhaps he and Thomas could work through this. He knew it was unlikely, but Alastair forced himself to at least give it a try.

‘I’m not panicking,’ Thomas protested. ‘I just really didn’t know what to do. I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘This was a good move though,’ Alastair said, cradling Mr. Prickly against him.

‘What happened?’ Thomas asked. ‘Did I do something wrong?’

Alastair sighed, how long until Thomas would give up? He wanted to take this further, he wanted to be able to have sex with Thomas without it reminding him of past times. He was older now, and although he was still scared he also wanted to have sex. And Thomas deserved it, deserved a partner who could satisfy him. Alastair wasn’t so sure he could.

‘It’s not you, eshgham,’ he said slowly. None of this was Thomas’ fault. It was his, for being too broken to be a good lover. ‘You know I have these flashbacks, right?’

‘Yes, I do. Did I do something to trigger a flashback?’

‘I didn’t realize it would happen,’ Alastair said. ‘I thought I was ready. I wanted to sleep with you. But then something reminded me of him, and I fell into a memory. I’m sorry.’

‘It’s nothing to be sorry for. I just don’t want to hurt you,’ Thomas said.

‘I do not always know what will happen,’ Alastair said. ‘One thing that helped me greatly in therapy is learning to identify triggers. Alcohol is an obvious one, of course. But because of Charles, intimacy is also difficult. I thought it would be alright. I was a little nervous, but I also really wanted it.’

‘It’s alright to wait,’ Thomas said. ‘As long as you need. We haven’t even been together that long, and I’m fine just cuddling. If that’s still alright. Honestly the idea of having sex makes me nervous too. You know, since I’ve never done it.’

Alastair could still see a hint of disappointment on Thomas’ face, but right now he just couldn’t. He was so tired, he didn’t think he’d ever feel rested again. He’d had a long day, he reminded himself.

‘You know what, maybe we should go outside,’ Thomas said.

Alastair frowned. ‘Outside?’

What did Thomas have in mind? Cuddling outside in the grass? Alastair imagined it would be cold.

‘I like watching the stars,’ Thomas admitted. ‘When I was young and so sick I had to stay in the hospital, Barbara gifted me some books by Stephen Hawking. Children’s books he’d written with his daughter, not the complicated ones. I had a bit of an obsession with the galaxy then because of these books. It’s very calming, so maybe it’ll help you.’

‘So, you want to watch the stars with me?’ Alastair asked.

‘I could point them all out to you,’ Thomas said. ‘If you like that, I mean. London is too light for stargazing, there’s nothing to see, but here that’s not the case and the sky is very clear tonight. Not a cloud to be seen. Unless you’d rather go to sleep?’

‘I’m not sure I’d be able to fall asleep right now.’

Alastair reluctantly followed Thomas. Will and Tessa were still downstairs, both reading as they often did.

‘We’re going to watch the stars,’ Thomas announced.

Will looked up from his book. ‘Well, enjoy. Don’t stay out too long, it’s cold outside.’

Will was right, it was cold outside. Alastair wished he’d worn something warmer than his pajamas. They sat down on the garden lounge set, Alastair finding a comfortable position sitting in between Thomas’ legs in front of him, laying back against his chest with Thomas’ arms around him. He was exhausted, flashbacks always did that even if he was still too alert to fall asleep. Perhaps after a while he’d doze off here, leaning against Thomas.

‘Do you know how to find the polar star?’ Thomas asked.

‘I’ve heard it had something to do with the bear constellation?’ Alastair asked.

He’d read about this ages ago, but stars had never been a particular interest of his even if he’d had many unusual interests in his youth. He’d read a few things here and there, but barely remembered anything.

‘Yes. That there’s the big bear.’

Alastair tried to look where Thomas was pointing, which was difficult, but he recognized the saucepan shape of the big bear constellation. He’d long been confused why it was called a bear when it clearly resembled a pan or a ladle more, but later he’d learnt there were actually more stars to the constellation, the pan shape was just the brightest.

‘Now you must follow the two stars at the side of the pan shape, into that direction and there’s ursa minor. Although ursa minor doesn’t really look like a bear, it just looks like a smaller version of the saucepan.’

Alastair had to look for a while, but he could find the constellation Thomas described.

‘Now, the end of the pan, that’s Polaris,’ Thomas said proudly. ‘True north. So, if you ever get lost at sea, you now know how to navigate.’

‘If I get lost at sea, I’d probably die of other causes first,’ Alastair said. ‘Dehydration would be the obvious choice.’

‘I guess that’s true. But if you’re lost at sea with a huge supply of water and food that won’t go to waste, then it might be nice to actually know how to navigate.’

‘You think that’ll happen?’ Alastair asked.

‘Oh, probably not,’ Thomas said. ‘But I’ve always liked the idea of finding my own true north. I’m actually planning to get a tattoo. I haven’t told anyone, I’ve been working up the courage to ask my parents.’

‘What kind?’ Alastair asked.

‘A compass,’ Thomas said. ‘But I was thinking of combining it with a flower, a rose I think. I have made a few sketches, I’ll show you someday.’

‘Where did you want to get it?’ Alastair asked.

‘Just here, on my arm.’

Thomas leaned a bit forward, against Alastair’s back, and showed him a spot on his wrist. Alastair mindlessly traced the spot with his fingers, and he could feel Thomas’ shiver beneath his touch. If a subtle touch on his arm could get such a reaction out of him, what would happen when Alastair was able to move things along and have sex with him? He felt another pang of guilt, at being unable to, at wanting to please his partner yet falling into a memory of a previous partner he’d been desperate to satisfy.

‘It’ll look amazing here,’ Alastair said. ‘Do you think your parents will not approve?’

‘Oh I’m thinking they will, they were supportive when Genie wanted to get her nose pierced at least. I know some parents can be absolutely horrified about their children getting tattoos and piercings.’

‘My mother would probably have a heart attack,’ Alastair agreed. ‘When I was fifteen, she caught me smoking in the windowsill. Let’s just say I did not dare smoke again. Which was probably for the best, because quitting now would have been harder than it was then.’

‘I remember you smoking just outside school,’ Thomas said. ‘Back then I thought it was attractive. Now I’m glad you quit, I really wouldn’t want you to get sick because of it.’

‘I wasn’t really occupied with that at fifteen,’ Alastair admitted. ‘I guess I figured I wouldn’t live long enough to get cancer from smoking anyway. But I also didn’t really have the money to keep buying cigarettes, so there’s that. Smoking is a very expensive pastime. And I could breathe much easier after I’d quit and had far better stamina.’

Alastair wasn’t even sure why he’d liked it back then. Part of it was to fit in, sure, but he’d also smoked at home, hanging out of the window so his room wouldn’t smell. Nowadays he found the scent of cigarettes disgusting and overwhelming and he couldn’t imagine ever smoking again.

Thomas pointed out several more stars and constellations for him. ‘That’s Orion,’ he said. ‘With the brightest star, Sirius. The dog star.’

‘Like in the Black family in Harry Potter,’ Alastair said. ‘Looks like a face with a crooked mouth.’

‘I think J.K. Rowling just pulled out a constellation map when she needed names for Black family members,’ Thomas said. ‘Do you like Harry Potter?’

‘I used to,’ Alastair said. ‘But that was before Rowling’s transphobia became widely known. I understand why some people still like the series and separate it from her, but I heavily associate them with the damage she did to trans people.’

‘Understandable,’ Thomas said. ‘Those books were a great comfort to me as a child. Besides the George’s secret key to the universe series.’

‘What was that about?’

‘Those are the space books I mentioned. It’s about a boy named George, whose new neighbor is a scientist with a daughter around his age. He grows closer to the girl and her father, and discovers he has a super computer that can create portals into space. And then there’s an evil former colleague of the scientist who wants to steal the computer. It was very entertaining, but also educational, explaining the universe and the stars and planets in a way that’s understandable for children. And when I could go back to school I told everyone I’d read a book by Stephen Hawking. Of course, at that age half the children had no idea who that was.’

‘That’s just adorable,’ Alastair grinned. ‘Was your teacher at least impressed?’

‘I think so. I think she did suspect I read his children’s books and not his more serious work, but I could tell the others everything about the stars.’

‘I’m getting very cold,’ Alastair said. ‘And sleepy. I could probably fall asleep right here if I wasn’t so cold.’

‘Oh, am I that comfortable?’

‘Don’t let it rise to your head. I’m going to bed, you coming?’

They returned upstairs, both Will and Tessa were still reading and Alastair wondered how long they would keep that up.

They both found a comfortable way to lie down in the bed, and Alastair found it reassuring that Thomas was still here, even if it was difficult to be near someone. Charles wouldn’t have stayed. Charles would not have helped him through a flashback. Charles would have scolded him for being so emotional and left him alone.

‘Good night,’ Thomas said.

‘Good night.’

Alastair slept peacefully that night. Perhaps it was Thomas, perhaps the hedgehog, or perhaps he was simply too tired to still have nightmares. He didn’t feel rested when he woke up the next morning, but he didn’t feel as tired as yesterday either. Thomas was still asleep, his mouth slightly open, clutching the blanket. Alastair was very glad Thomas didn’t snore. He was quiet in his sleep, breathing softly.

Alastair checked the time, six in the morning. What a useless time to wake up. No one else would be awake yet, but there was no point in going back to sleep either. He remained in bed, not exactly motivated to get out either. When would Thomas wake up? He was an early riser too, but six was a probably a bit too early. Miraculously he did fall asleep for a bit longer, with a hazy dream he did not remember when he woke up. Seven thirty, which meant he’d gotten another hour and a half of sleep.

Thomas woke around eight, and Alastair was still in bed, contemplating getting up to make breakfast.

‘Did you sleep well?’ Thomas asked, yawning.

‘Well enough,’ Alastair said. He didn’t usually fall back asleep after waking up around six, and had slept about as well as he could. He was still tired though, which didn’t surprise him after yesterday, and unmotivated to get out of bed.

‘I thought so. I woke at some point in the middle of the night and you seemed so peaceful.’

‘I have been told I am very still when I don’t have nightmares,’ Alastair said. ‘When Cordelia and I shared a room, she once thought I might be dead in the middle of the night when I was just sleeping.’

Of course, at the time Cordelia hadn’t quite understood his mental illness yet and feared he might be suicidal. She’s panicked and woken him up to make sure he wasn’t dead, and Alastair had assured her he had no intention of leaving her alone.

‘I didn’t think you were dead,’ Thomas said. ‘Just at peace for a change. So, do you feel rested?’

‘As I said, I never feel rested,’ Alastair said. ‘But I feel like I can face the day, and that’s good enough.’

‘Maybe someday,’ Thomas said. ‘I liked sleeping next to you and I do feel rested.’

Alastair groaned. ‘Of course you do. So, if you have an endless supply of energy for the day, you would have no issue making me breakfast.’

‘For sure,’ Thomas said to Alastair’s surprise and he got out of bed. ‘Do you want toast? ’

‘And coffee,’ Alastair said.

‘Maybe you would be less tired without the coffee,’ Thomas said.

Alastair frowned. ‘What are you talking about, coffee is what keeps me alive.’

‘Yes, but frequently drinking coffee builds tolerance. Drinking lots of coffee regularly won’t make you more energetic, it only makes you more tired when you don’t drink coffee.’

Alastair fell back onto the bed. ‘I still want coffee,’ he said, not willing to give in and admit Thomas was right.

‘Alright, coffee it is,’ Thomas said and he changed out of his pajamas.

Alastair took his time to admire the view until Thomas put on his shirt. He still found it hard to believe that this Thomas was the same small boy who’d followed him around years ago.

He didn’t get out of bed until Thomas returned to announce he’d made breakfast. Part of Alastair had still expected him to only make his own breakfast, but when Alastair was dressed and entered the kitchen, there was a cup of coffee and some toast with jam finished.

Thomas was sipping from a cup of English tea. ‘Do you want milk or sugar in your coffee?’

‘No,’ Alastair said. ‘I just drink it black.’

‘I’ve never liked coffee,’ Thomas said. ‘I think it tastes terrible.’

‘It does taste terrible. It’s supposed to be terrible. But at this point I’ve drunk so much coffee that I tolerate the taste. I need it for energy.’

‘I prefer tea myself.’

‘That’s not tea,’ Alastair said. ‘That’s an abomination.’

Thomas stared at him.

‘Wait until I introduce you to my mother,’ Alastair said. ‘She makes the best rose tea you’ve ever tasted. You’ll never drink that stuff again.’

‘Rose tea?’ Thomas said.

‘It is common in Iran to add rose petals when making tea. Tea is a very popular drink, and my mother is very precise on how she makes her tea,’ Alastair explained. ‘Just tell her you like her tea and she’ll adore you.’

‘That’s good to know,’ Thomas said before taking another sip of his English tea.

‘Risa is more critical though,’ Alastair added. ‘She might not be so impressed.’

When Cordelia had dated James, his mother had instantly adored James because he was polite and loved her tea. Risa had not been impressed at all and had not been afraid to let it show. All English people were polite after all and it was often only a façade. Alastair hoped she would treat Thomas better.

‘Maybe we should work on your Farsi before meeting Risa,’ Alastair added. ‘If you speak Farsi with her she’ll probably like you.’

‘That sounds promising,’ Thomas said.

‘You’re up early,’ said a sleepy voice.

Cordelia was still wearing her pajamas, her red hair tangled and messy.

‘As you well know, I’m always up early,’ Alastair said.

Cordelia nodded. ‘Are you ready to go find a selkie skin?’

#Cordelia Carstairs #Lucie Herondale #Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Thomastair #Lucelia #fanfiction #the last hours #tlh

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thepremedthatwrites · 4 years ago

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May I request a smut/fluff where Peter and his wife finally sleep together! They have been married for 6 months and never did it since their marriage was arranged and Peter use to have many mistresses (before marriage). His wife and him barely speak but respect/love! Can it be when Peter is the High King of Narnia and where the wife asks him to sleep with her since she heard the court is talking about her because she still isn’t with child and Peter consoles her that he doesn’t care about that.

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I’m so sorry this took so long! College just started so it took some time for me to get adjusted to the new schedule. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

warning: smut below the cut

I turned over to my side, watching the sleeping man next to me. The soft moonlight that poured through the large windows gave the room enough light that I could just make out his features. Even after six months, I would still sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, confused as to where I was until I saw the mop of blond hair on the other pillow. I wasn’t in Telmar anymore. Instead, I was in Narnia and the golden band on my left hand reminded me why I was here - an arranged marriage.

I turned so my back was to Peter, not wanting him to wake up to the sight of me staring at him. I had to admit, I was lucky to have been married off to such a handsome man. I had heard horror stories of girls my age being married to men who could be their fathers. I slowly climbed out of bed, not wanting to wake Peter. I felt goosebumps start to rise from my skin as my body left the warm blankets and now only had the thin silk nightgown as a barrier from the cool night air. I winced as the large door creaked open, stopping momentarily to glance at Peter who was still fast asleep, his soft snores barely audible over the sound of my heartbeat.

I slipped out of the door, careful to quietly close it behind me. I wandered the halls, not entirely sure where I was heading. My eyes wandered the ornately decorated halls, admiring the beauty of the castle. I continued walking in silence, enjoying the seemingly empty castle which allowed me to think. “Six months,” I heard a voice say. I stopped in my tracks before pressing my body against the cool stone wall. I was sure that if someone caught me wandering the castle alone at night, they would scold me for being so careless or even worse - assume I was on my way to meet another man.

“The King and Queen of Archenland announced their pregnancy within three months of their marriage,” a second voice said, this one much deeper than the other.

“Do you think she’s infertile?” the first voice inquired. They seemed to snarl the word infertile as if just the thought of it was repulsive.

“Perhaps they never consummated their marriage.” The voices lowered for a moment and I strained to hear anything else they might say. Was this truly what Narnians thought of me?

“What good is she if she can’t even produce an heir to the throne?” I heard one of them say. I wanted to scream, to turn the corner and confront whoever these people were. But I couldn’t because I knew they were right. My job was to give Peter an heir but how could I do that when we’ve never even had sex? While I had been grateful that he never pushed to do anything in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but feel some guilt. I quickly spun around and made my way back to my shared bedroom with Peter.

My vision had become blurred by the times I reached the mahogany double doors. I blinked, releasing the first set of tears as I opened the door slowly. I wiped away the set of tears only for them to immediately be replaced. I wrapped myself in the blankets, the sound of Peter’s snoring the only thing able to be heard as I quietly cried myself to sleep.

I woke up to Peter’s arms around me. He must have moved in his sleep as I didn’t remember falling asleep like that. Although I was practically in the arms of a stranger, the feeling was comforting. His body was pressed against my back, his scent finding its way to my nose. His arms were tanned and strong due to hours of training underneath the sun. I craned my neck to look behind me. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. When asleep, the features of his face were soft unlike how they were in his usual day-to-day affairs with diplomats and other monarchs. When consciousness left Peter, you could still see a hint of the scared 13-year-old who arrived at Narnia all those years ago.

I hesitantly moved my hand to his forearm, allowing my hand to rest gently on him. It felt natural cuddling with him. I felt Peter’s body move behind me, the arm that had been around me slowly leaving me. I moved my hand from Peter, turning to face him. “Sorry,” he murmured as he started to get up, the blankets falling from his upper body and collecting around his hips.

“For what?” I asked, slowly getting up as well.

“I didn’t mean for you to wake up like that.”

“In your arms?” He nodded.

“It’s just I heard you crying last night and I guess that’s all I could think of to make you feel better,” he replied. “I guess that was stupid of me.”

“No, it’s not,” I said quickly, embarrassment settling in as I realized he heard me crying. We sat there in silence, lost in our own thoughts.

“Why were you crying?” His voice was gentle as he asked, his blue eyes watching me, gauging my response.

“It’s nothing,” I replied. “It’s stupid.”

“(Y/n),” Peter said, his voice stern and his body now fully facing me. “We’re husband and wife now. I know that these conditions probably weren’t what you pictured when you dreamed of your picture-perfect marriage but if we’re gonna make the best of what we have, then we have to communicate.”

“It’s just,” I started, feeling my throat get tight as I fought back the tears, “Last night, I overheard some people talking about how I’m not with child yet. I can’t even do the one job that I have as your wife.”

“Who said that?” Peter asked. His voice was sharp and there was a fire behind his eyes.

“I don’t know. I didn’t see them,” I said, turning away from him as I felt the beginning of my tears fall down my face. I couldn’t let him see me like this.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer. “Look at me.” I slowly turned to Peter, my (e/c) eyes meeting his blue ones. He reached towards me, wiping away my tears. “I don’t care about whether you have a child or not. What I care about is you. I want you to be happy (y/n).”

“How can you care about me? You barely even know me,” I mumbled, studying my hands.

Peter sat quietly for a moment, lost in his thoughts before speaking again, “I have an idea.”

“A cottage in the middle of the woods?” I questioned as the carriage slowed to a stop. Peter had cleared both of our schedules for the weekend before packing our things in a carriage and taking us into the middle of the woods.

“It used to be Mr. Tumnus’ house before he moved into the castle.” We walked into the cozy cottage, one of the castle’s servants bringing in our stuff. “He said we could use it for the weekend.”

“This is so cute!” I exclaimed, looking around. There was a small kitchenette, a cozy fireplace with two armchairs, and pictures of the faun and his family decorating the place.

“Would you like some tea?” Peter asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Do you know how to heat up water?” I questioned causing Peter to scoff.

“I’m not completely helpless,” he replied as he searched for the necessary ingredients. I settled into the armchair, looking around the room for any firewood. To my surprise, there was a small pile of it in the corner despite the house being empty for years. I got up before placing a few logs into the fireplace. I grabbed the flint and steel that sat next to the firewood before starting the fire. The room was filled with the crackling of the fire as Peter made his way over with two cups of tea.

The sun had set long ago, the fire now the only source of light in the cottage. Peter sat in the armchair opposite of mine in silence, his body stiff, and his eyes glazed over in thought. I chuckled. “Is His Majesty having difficulty starting a conversation with his own wife?” His face held a soft pink tint as he gave a sheepish smile.

“I’ve never really been on a date before.” I raised my eyebrows. Everyone knew that Peter was notorious for his mistresses before we were married. Someone had once told me he had three girls in his room in one night. “I never really had to talk to the girls I slept with before,” he added as if reading my mind.

“Well, you usually start with something easy. Like how was your day?”

“Well I woke up next to this gorgeous girl,” Peter started, causing me to giggle.

“Peter!” I chastised. “Try to be a little serious!”

“Alright, I woke up to my gorgeous wife,” he said causing me to roll my eyes. “But you see, she was upset so I planned this getaway to make her feel better. When I told Susan she freaked out, saying how I was supposed to be going to an important meeting tomorrow with the King of Archenland. But I reminded her that Lune and I are already well acquainted and I was sure he wouldn’t mind talking to her or Edmund or Lucy. Then I had to find people to help clean up the cottage so it would be ready for tonight and let me tell you, this place was a dump before.” I nodded along, a smile on my face as I listened to Peter describe his day. “How about you (y/n)? How was your day?”

“Let’s see, I woke up in the arms of my husband but you already know all of that,” I started, pausing to think, “So after that, I went to the library where I saw Edmund. I played chess with him for a while but it wasn’t long till he beat me. He wanted to play again but I refused, accusing him of just wanting to play another round cause he knew he would beat me again. So then I went to the horse stable where I saw Lucy sneaking some of the horses extra apples. When I asked her why apparently she does this a lot so I obviously helped her by getting more apples and sugar cubes from the kitchen.” Peter and I sat there in front of the fireplace for a few hours, talking about anything that came to mind. Peter was in the middle of talking about a book he had just finished reading when I yawned.

“(Y/n), if I’m boring you, you can just tell me,” Peter chuckled, getting up.

“No, I’m fine. Continue talking, I’m having such a great time hearing you talk about your nerd book.”

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” He bent over, picking me up in his arms and causing me to yelp in surprise.

“Peter, I am totally capable of walking by myself,” I stated as he carried me bridal-style towards the bed.

“But this is so much more fun.” His face held a mischievous smile as he turned to me. I felt my heart start to race as I noticed just how close our faces were. I moved my hand to his face, caressing his cheek as he laid me down on the bed. His body was hovering over mine, our faces still only inches apart. Peter and I hadn’t kissed since our wedding day. And that kiss was so different from the kiss in the cottage. On our wedding day, there hadn’t been any emotions. The kiss had merely been our duty as royals.

This kiss was overflowing with emotion. It was a kiss where tongues danced together and teeth clashed. Where hair was pulled and hands wandered the body. Peter pulled away for a moment, both of us panting from the intensity of it all. “We can stop now if you want,” he said softly.

I shook my head. “I want to do this Peter.” It was all he needed as he expertly untied the knots of my dress before pulling it off of me, revealing myself to him. He took a step back, his eyes wandering my body for a moment. As I stood naked underneath his stare, I could help but start to cover myself. He was sure to have had much more beautiful women in his bed before. I was probably repulsive compared to them. Peter took a step towards me, moving my hands away from my body.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, love,” he said in almost a growl. The way he spoke those words caused butterflies in my stomach. He slowly backed up before ripping off his shirt, revealing his upper half. I subconsciously licked my lips as my eyes wandered his body. I walked towards him as he pulled down his pants, his erection springing free. I put out my hand before slowly wrapping my fingers around him. I had only ever read of this stuff in erotica. I could only hope that I knew what to do, the last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself in front of my husband.

Peter took a deep inhale as I started to slowly stroke him. I looked up at him. His head had fallen back and his eyes were now closed. I knelt down so that my face was level with his cock. I watched my hand travel from the base to the tip and back again. Peter let out a low moan which encouraged me to go farther. I let my tongue touch the tip, the salty taste dancing on my tastebuds. I circled my tongue on his tip before starting to take more of him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, pushing my face closer to his base before feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

I pulled back, letting his cock fall from my mouth before grabbing it in my hand. I looked up to see his piercing blue eyes looking down at me. I licked my lips, diverting my eyes for a second to his cock. I guided it back into my mouth. As I started to bob my head up and down his cock, I kept my eyes locked on his. “You’re doing so good,” he gasped as his tip hit the back of my throat again. I pulled back slightly, allowing my tongue to run along his cock, gauging his reactions. “Fuck,” he gasped as my tongue swirled around his tip. “Get up (y/n),” he commanded. His voice was stern and as I got up, I looked into his lidded eyes to see they were filled with lust and desire.

He pushed me onto the bed, kissing me passionately until I was left gasping for air. He sucked and bit down my neck before stopping at my breasts. He put one in his mouth, his tongue dancing around my nipple causing me to moan. Without warning, he bit down on my nipple causing my back to arch at the sudden surge of pleasure. He went on to do the same with the other breast before starting another trail of bites and kisses down my stomach and to my now wet and aching pussy.

I held my breath in anticipation as I felt his ragged breathing against me. Just as I was about to tell him to stop teasing, he harshly licked my clit causing me to cry out in pleasure and my back to arch. He began to suck on my clit, dragging his tongue along the sensitive bundle of nerves before swirling it around causing me to let out my moans freely. “Peter!” I gasped as he entered a finger in my dripping entrance. He added another before allowing them to go in deeper. He curled his fingers causing them to hit my g-spot. He continued to fuck me with his fingers while his tongue played with my clit.

“Peter,” I gasped. “I gonna…” Before I could finish my sentence, I let out a scream. My eyes were forced closed as my thighs squeezed Peter’s head, my hips rising to meet him. Peter gradually slowed down, leading me down from my high. I cautiously opened my eyes to see his face hovering over mine.

“You did so well, love,” he whispered into my ear before starting a trail of kisses from my ear to the front of my neck to my lips. I kissed him back hungrily, tasting myself on him. “Are you ready?” he asked as he pulled away. My eyes lingered on his hardened cock which was already leaking with precum. I nodded frantically, not trusting my words. He chuckled darkly before lining himself with me. I let out a gasp as he pushed into me, his cock stretching me out.

My hands reached out, gripping onto his forearm as he started a slow pace. “Fuck (y/n). You fit me so well,” Peter praised as his pace started to quicken. I let out a whimper as the pleasure started to spread throughout my body. Peter leaned down, kissing me harshly. My hands became entangled in his hair, tugging on his golden locks causing him to let out a groan. The pace he was at was now merciless, the bed frame banging against the wall.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, the new position allowing him to go deeper into me. I was now a moaning mess underneath him. A layer of sweat covered my body as the cottage was filled with our moans and the creak of the bed. I felt the familiar feeling start to form. “Peter,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”

“Me too, love.” He pulled away so that he was now upright. He grabbed my leg and raised it so that it was now up vertically in the air.

“Oh God,” I moaned as the new position somehow made it even more pleasurable, something I didn’t know was possible. I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck Peter,” I moaned as my walls clenched around him. My entire body shook as my orgasm rippled through me.

“(Y/n),” he moaned, falling forward as I felt something warm spurt inside of me. I was still slightly shaking as Peter came down from his high. He brushed away a (h/c) lock from my face before looking down at me with a smile. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, littering the skin with kisses, before pulling out of me and rolling to my side.

“That was…” I started, not sure how to finish the sentence. Words couldn’t even start to describe how I felt.

“Yeah,” Peter nodded. I cuddled closer to him, his strong arms wrapping around me. I was starting to fall asleep when I thought I heard Peter say something. It might have just been a part of my dream that had started to manifest in my mind but I could have sworn I heard Peter say “I love you.”

#peter pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #peter x reader #the chronicles of narnia #narnia #peter pevensie fanfic #peter pevensie preference #fanfic #imagine #preference #peter pevensie fluff #narnia fanfiction

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shadowhuntertrash · 4 years ago

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Prompt #4: “There’s… one bed.” for Thomastair! I love your writing!

Thank you so much!! Also I got a little carried away sorry 😳

Thomas didn’t want to go on patrol, he was tired, something he seemed to always be nowadays. He was even more against going on patrol with Alastair.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Alastair, it was quite the opposite actually, he liked him far too much. He always wasn’t big on going on patrol with anyone who wasn’t the merry thieves, Lucie, or Eugenia. It took a long time to learn someone’s fighting style which was why it was uncommon to go patrolling with someone you don’t normally go with.

When Thomas got to the institute where he was meeting Alastair he went inside, he had gotten there early so he could grab some water from the kitchen before being on his way. He was almost to the kitchen when he saw Will and Tessa walking towards him, they hadn’t seen him yet but it didn’t take them long to spot him, after all his height at 6’4 was rather hard to miss.

Will smiled brightly at him, his arm around Tessa’s shoulders, Tessa was smiling kindly as she did with everyone. “Tommy! What are you doing here?” Will asked, his face radiating happiness. Thomas smiled back politely. “Hello, Uncle Will. I was just going to get some water before patrol if you don’t mind?” Tessa smiled at him, a smile that held more affection than kindness, one only her immediate family, the Fairchild’s, and the Lightwood’s got. “Of course, you don’t have to ask you know.”

Thomas smiled and felt a rush of affection towards his aunt and uncle, they weren’t technically blood-related but they were family in every other way. Thomas smiled tiredly at them and casually hugged Tessa who smiled and hugged him back. “All right there Thomas?” Will asked, concern involuntarily leaking into his tone, Thomas nodded. “I’m alright, just tired I suppose.”

Tessa frowned and pulled away taking in his face, “I’m sure someone else could go for you Thomas, you don’t look very well.” Thomas smiled at the motherly gesture, it reminded him of his own mother who was currently with Eugenia in Idris. “It’s quite alright, I’ll be okay.” Thomas said, his smile turned slightly stiff. Will turned his alarmingly perceptive eyes to him. “You can come stay here tonight or for a few nights if you want to Thomas.” Will said carefully, Thomas was always alarmed at how well Will could read people when he wanted to.

Truthfully, Thomas could use a few nights at the institute. His parents were currently in Idris with his sister, the wake of Barbara’s death heavy on them. Thomas had decided to stay behind, staying at his uncle Gabriel and Aunt Cecily’s house. They had been kind, very kind, but they hadn’t given him any space to himself. They were always trying to distract him, which worked well in the beginning but it didn’t leave him time to grieve, the only time he had time to think about it was at night which led to horrid nightmares every night. So really Thomas could do with a few days of silence at the institute.

Despite his thinking, Thomas shook his head, “I wouldn’t want to be a bother thank you though.” Tessa’s frown deepened and she put a hand on his arm. “Thomas-” Thomas sidestepped her, her arm falling back to his side. He put on a fake smile, afraid that if they talked now he would lose his calm, collected appearance he had worked so hard to keep up these past few weeks. “If you don’t mind Aunt Tess, I should get some water, I suspect Alastair will be here soon.”

Tessa smiled sadly, Will kept his face blank but his eyes gave away the concern he was feeling. “Of course sweetie.” Tessa said moving to the side so Thomas could get by. He smiled at them and continued walking, he was a few paces away when Will called his name, he turned around to face them again. “The offer still stands, any time.” Will said, a smile gracing his lips.

Thomas gave him a grateful smile, turning around and hurrying to the kitchen for some water. Bridget was there, cleaning some dishes and singingly loudly and off-pitch. “Hello, Bridget!” Thomas said with false charm, Bridget looked and him and smiled back. “Hello lad, water?” She asked and Thomas realized that he came in here for water every time he has patrol, how predictable can he be?

Nodding his head, Thomas got some water and drank it quickly before headed back to the front of the institute. He paused at the door, knowing full and well that Alastair will be there. After all, punctuality was something Alastar simply couldn’t ignore.

Running a hand over his face, an attempt to mentally prepare himself, he pushed the doors open. As predicted, Alastair was leaning against a pillar, eyes closed and his head thrown back. Thomas couldn’t help but stare at him, he looked like a statue, carved beauty that only artists could dream of.

Alastair’s eyes opened too soon and Thomas was forced to stop watching the beautiful person in front of him. “Where were you?” Alastair asked with a raised eyebrow as he pushed himself off the pillar. Thomas gestured vaguely behind him, “Institute.” He answered, gingerly checking his pockets for his stele and seraph blade. His bolas was also in his pocket but in case he lost it he always had a knife.

Thomas watched as Alastair’s eye followed the movements, an unreadable expression crossing his eyes. Thomas ignored it to the best of his ability and turned to Alastair. “Ready?” Alastair watched him for a second before nodding slowly. “Are you alright Lightwood?” He asked in an uncharacteristically concerned voice. Thomas nodded and waved the concern away. “Tired is all.” He said, wondering just how bad he looked to have had three people question him in the last ten minutes.

Alastair didn’t seem to buy it and took to staying close to his side all night. Thomas noticed it but was far too tired to care. When their patrol was over, both having said a total of five words the whole night with no demon activity, they made their way to the institute to report the lack of activity.

Right as both boys made to leave Will stopped them, a guilty look on his face that made Thomas’ heart sink. “I know you’re tired Thomas and you know if there was any way I could avoid asking you I would, but someone needs to go to a muggle town to check reports of demon activity about six hours away and you two are the only available ones at the moment.” Thomas sighed deeply, nodding his head tiredly, Alastair watched him with a frown.

“Mr. Herondale I could go, I don’t think Thomas is quite up for the trip.” Will nodded, running an exasperated hand over his face. “I know and normally I would let you, but there were seven reported demons and I was already hesitant on sending just two people. I simply cannot allow you to go by yourself.” Alastair turned to Thomas again but Thomas just smiled, attempting to wipe the tiredness from his face.

“It’s quite alright Uncle Will, I’ll be okay.” Will watched him with sad eyes before nodding slowly. “I am sorry.” Will said hugging Thomas, it was slightly awkward due to Thomas being so tall but neither of them seemed bothered by it. Alastair watched, a bittersweet feeling settling in his chest. No adult other than his mother had dared shared any physical affection towards him, much less a man, and Will wasn’t even Thomas’ father.

Will pulled away and ruffled Thomas’ hair before reminding them to be careful and to take the carriage. They walked out the door in silence, Thomas felt the entirety of the bone dead tiredness setting in him.

He knew he couldn’t sleep in the carriage, he couldn’t risk having a nightmare and screaming in front of Alastair. It was already two in the morning so they decided they would go for an hour before stopping at a hotel and then finishing the trip in the morning.

When they were settling in the back, Thomas on one side and Alastair across from him, Alastair turned to him poorly masked concern on his face that made Thomas sigh. “Are you sure you’re alright Lightwood? You look all pale and sickly, terrible to put it frankly.” Thomas laughed bitterly, “Well thank you for that Alastair.” Thomas said, his eyes closed to avoid the burning he was currently feeling from having his eyes open for more than twenty-four hours.

Alastair blushed and kicked Thomas’s leg lightly. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Thomas laughed quietly. “I know.” They fell into a comfortable silence. Thomas was fidgeting, trying desperately to fight off the need for sleep that was slowing his movements considerably. Alastair had fallen asleep fairly quickly and Thomas silently cursed him for leaving him awake alone.

After about an hour the carriage pulled to a stop in front of a small hotel. Thomas grabbed their small bags, preciously packed by Will, and checked in, putting off waking Alastair up. The lady that checked him in informed him that there was only one room available, Thomas just smiled and told her they’d take it, shoving down the rising panic. Once Thomas had everything settled he went back downstairs to wake Alastair.

When Thomas gently shook him Alastair groaned, slowly opening his eyes. “Thomas?” Alastair asked, sounding so utterly confused that Thomas couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah it’s me, we’re at the hotel.” Understanding dawned in Alastair’s eyes and he stood up, stretching slightly. They climbed out of the carriage, Alastair went to the back and turned to Thomas confused as to what had happened with his luggage.

Thomas shrugged, stifling a yawn. “I put it in our room already.” Alastair quirked an eyebrow. “Our room?” Thomas nodded slowly, his brain too tired to comprehend things at a normal pace. “There was only one left.” Alastair made an ‘ah’ sound and walked with Thomas up the stairs to their room, once again sticking close to Thomas’ side.

When Thomas opened the door and walked in Alastair paused. “There’s… one bed.” He said slowly, Thomas turned to him confused before looked at the singular bed in the room. Groaning Thomas sat heavily on the end, propping his chin on the palm of his hand. “Sorry I wasn’t paying attention when I came in.” He said, a blush creeping on his cheeks. “We can go another hour and find another one.” Thomas proposed, silently willing Alastair to turn down that idea, he was far too tired to go anymore.

Alastair seemed to have similar thoughts. “It’s quite alright Thomas, we can stay here.” Thomas nodded, shoving down the fact that he would have to share a bed with Alastair, beautiful, stunning, unreadable Alastair. Thomas went to the bathroom to change and get ready for bed while Alastair changed in the room.

When they were done they switched and Thomas laid in bed while Alastair took the bathroom to get ready for bed. Thomas took the left side out of habit and curled up, Anna always said he curled up to try and protect himself from the dreams and Thomas couldn’t help but agree.

Thomas was already drifting by the time Alastair walked in and took the other side. It was weird sharing a bed with someone, the last person he had shared a bed with was Barbara. Thomas quickly shoved away the thought, knowing that he was going to have a bad night if he was thinking about Barbara before he fell asleep.

Blaming his delirium from lack of sleep Thomas turned to Alastair in bed and closed his eyes. “Talk to me.” Alastair looked a little surprised at the demand but didn’t question. “Cordelia has been talking nonstop about Lucie and becoming parabatai. She goes through these weird weekly thins where one week that’s all she’ll talk about and then the next week she doesn’t talk about it at all and then the next week it’s all she can talk about again. It’s like a never-ending cycle.” He said laughing, Thomas joined him and laughed quietly. He could already feel the pull of sleep and silently thanked Alastair.

Right before he was pulled into dreamland he felt a calming hand in his hair, “Sweet dreams Thomas.”

Barabara stood in front of him, a smile plastered across her beautiful face. “Oh Thomas, isn’t it lovely?” She asked, her eyes skimming the lake. They were having a picnic at the lake, the water was shimmering and reflecting the sun in pretty waves, the trees were swaying softly with the breeze.

Thomas laid on his back, the blanket blocking the grass that would have been poking him uncomfortably. “It is.” He agreed, smiling at his sister. They sat in silence, watching the scenery, and hearing the birds chirping peacefully.

Turning to tell his sister to look at the cliffs where a deer was standing, his head held high, he saw his sister’s confused face, a startling shade of white. She was looking down at her white dress that was slowly turning red in the middle. “Barbara?” Thomas asked, not yet catching on to what was happening.

Slowly, his sister turned her face to his, her beautiful face was now marked with cuts and blood. “You’re bleeding.” Thomas said, alarmed as he realized that the growing red stain on her dress was also blood. Barbara stared at him, her normally kind eyes cold.

“You did this. This is your fault, Thomas.” Thomas’ eyes widened and his eyes snapped back up to his sister’s. “What?” Thomas asked, confusion and hurt settling in his voice. Barbara glared at him, anger and blood turning her face ugly.

“You did this. You should have been faster, you should have been there.” Thomas wasn’t breathing properly anymore, breaths coming in too fast and not leaving fast enough. “You killed me, Thomas. You protected your friends over me.” She said, anger gone, sadness now laced in her voice. “No, I didn’t! I tried to help!” Thomas said desperately trying to make his sister believe him.

“Why did you kill me? What did I do to you? You killed me.” She said again, betrayal obvious on her face. Thomas felt tears falling down his face. “No, I didn’t! It’s not my fault!” Barbara’s eyes narrowed. “It is Thomas, yo know it is. You could have been faster, you should have been with me. You should have protected me but you didn’t and now I’m dead.” Thomas let out a sob and shook his head. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Barbara shook her head, her brown curls bouncing, the tips soaked in blood. “It’s your fault Thomas, it’s your fault.”

Thomas backed away quickly. “I’m dead and it’s your fault. Thomas, you did this. Thomas, Thomas, Thomas.” Suddenly everything went quiet and then Barbara’s eyes widened and her body jerked. “You’re fault.” She whispered before she collapsed to the ground, a mixture of blood and beauty.

Thomas jerked awake, sitting up straight and breathing hard. Tears were falling down his face and he dropped his head in his hands trying to take calming breaths. His sister’s face burned into his memories, her voice piercing his heart.

“Thomas?” A sleep-laced voice asked beside him. Thomas in his panic had forgotten that Alastair was next to him, he let out a pitiful sound and closed his eyes tighter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I-I didn’t m-mean-” Thomas was cut off by the hysterical sob that escaped him.

Alastair sat up quickly, fumbling with the light switch next to him. “Thomas? Are you okay?” He asked distressed. Thomas couldn’t think of anything else but Barbara’s betrayed voice. “You killed me. You should have been faster.” Thomas was shaking and crying and he couldn’t breathe, he felt a hand on his back but could barely hear the words Alastair was saying.

Fingers grabbed his chin and forced Thomas to look at Alastair, desperation and fear in his eyes. “Thomas, what happened?” He asked, moving closer to Thomas who dropped his head helplessly on Alastair’s chest. “I killed her. It was my fault I killed her.” Alastair brought his arms around Thomas. “What are you talking about? You have to talk to me Thomas, who? Who did you kill?” Thomas shuddered and buried his head further into Alastair’s chest.

“Barbara! It’s my fault she was dead. She kept- she kept telling me it was my fault.” He broke off with another sob and felt Alastair’s arms tighten around him in a protective manner. “Oh Thomas.” He said sadly, one hand going up to run his fingers through Thomas’ hair. “That was not your fault Thomas. None of that was your fault. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

Thomas pulled away, staring at Alastair’s eyes, willing Alastair to understand. “No! I should have been with her, I should have moved faster, I should have helped her. I killed her Alastair, it was my fault.” Alastair’s eyes were watery now and he shook his head, pulling Tomas back against him.

His face pressed against Alastair’s neck and Thomas couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his mouth. “Thomas I promise you none of that was your fault. There was no way you could have saved her, no one could. Oliver was right next to her and he couldn’t save her either. It was not your fault.” Thomas felt the hysteria leave him. He wanted to believe Alastair, he really did but he couldn’t bring himself to, not with Barbara’s voice whispering in his ear.

They sat in silence, the tears finally subsiding, until Thomas thought he might burn from the embarrassment he felt. He had not only had a nightmare in front of Alastair but had completely fallen apart. The only thing keeping him from dying on the spot was the fact that Alastair was still holding him, murmuring comforting things in his ear while he soothingly rubbed Thomas’ back.

Not wanting to pull away in fear of Alastair seeing how red he was, he mumbled a quiet ‘I’m sorry’ into Alastair’s neck. Alastair sighed and pulled back, Thomas immediately looked down but Alastair put a finger under his chin and gently lifted his head. “Don’t ever be sorry for feeling things Thomas, it was obvious you’ve been keeping this in.” Thomas closed his eyes, he wasn’t aware of how much he needed to hear that until someone said it.

“I’m here Thomas, if you ever need me. I’m here if you need to talk, or if you want to sit in silence. I’m here.” He said gently, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. Thomas, now more overwhelmed with gratefulness instead of embarrassment, leaned forward and hugged Alastair tightly. “Thank you.” He said, tiredness abundant in his voice.

Alastair squeezed him gently before releasing him and laying back down. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked quietly. Thomas nodded slowly, laying down and sitting in silence for a minute before scooting closer to Alastair, craving the comfort and safety that came with Alastair.

It only took a second for Alastair to react, opening his arms as an invitation. Thomas let out a breath and fell into them, curling up to Alastair’s side. Alastair slid his arms around Thomas’ waist. Just before he drifted off, comfort making it hard to fight off the needed sleep, he felt warm lips on top of his head.

“You’re okay now Thomas, I’ve got you.”

#alastair x thomas #thomas and alastair #thomas x alastair #thomastair #the last hours #tlh #will herondale #tessa herondale #barbara lightwood #ask answered #tsc fanfiction

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jemmahazelnut · 3 years ago

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Motorcycle flight - Chapter four

Summary: Laxus is a biker, and as soon as he discovers that in the city there’s a motorcycle track for enthusiasts where races are organized every month, he decides to go. As soon as he arrives, he will fall in love with that wonderful place, and will meet the handsome green-haired owner. [Freed/Laxus]

Link: AO3

Here you can find Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three.

Good and bad news

When Laxus woke up Freed was still asleep next to him, still completely naked. He ran a hand through his hair cursing mentally and trying hard not to let his gaze wander down the back of the sexy guy lying next to him. A very difficult task, especially after what they had done the night before.

He closed his eyes and the memory of their kisses and touches, as well as Freed's reactions, crossed his mind. Fuck no. What the fuck had he done. He had ruined everything. He got up trying to be silent so as not to wake the boy, gathered up his boxers and his clothes and walked towards the bathroom. He threw himself under the cold water, trying hard not to think back to the fantastic night he had spent.

Once he finished washing and dressing, he went back to the room. Freed was still sleeping. Laxus watched him for a moment. He hadn't slept under the sheets, in that heat it was impossible. Seeing him asleep and naked rekindled all the excitement that he had forced himself to swallow during the shower.

Shit. He’d never forget that night, he already knew it. He didn't know what to do. Did he have to wake him up? Wait for him to wake up? Go for breakfast without him? No, that last idea was bad. He wouldn't let Freed wake up alone, he didn't want him to believe it was just a night for him.

So, although embarrassed, he decided to wait a bit. He pulled up the blinds of the room letting the sun's rays come in, hoping that would wake Freed up as he thought about what he had to tell him. Because he had to admit, he had a big crush on Freed. But Freed could have it for him too, given how active he'd been in bed. Or maybe it was just one night. Hell, he hated that situation.

He went out onto the terrace while clearing his head. It was still early, it was only eight in the morning and since they had gone to sleep late, it was obvious that Freed was still asleep. Until he heard a door close behind him. Panic enveloped him and he spun around, but he saw that Freed was in the room, with only his boxers - thank goodness he was wearing them - and he had only closed the bathroom door.

“Hey,” Laxus said embarrassed.

“Hey,” Freed murmured in a low voice. The two boys looked at each other for a moment, both at a loss for words. Then Freed sighed slightly. “Can we talk about it after coffee? It's really too early for me to do anything,” he said. Laxus just nodded and then Freed dressed quickly, reaching for the bedroom door to exit. He turned to Laxus before leaving.

“Um... give me a quarter of an hour, okay?” he asked. Laxus nodded again, and then the boy left the room. The blond sighed and sat down on the bed. Well, Freed at least wanted to talk about it. It was a good thing, wasn't it? Damn, why the hell had he dragged him to his room? Why had he let himself get carried away by his instincts?

Unable to sit still, he decided to go down to the bar and wait for Freed there. He walked to the porch and sat down at a table, staring out at the lake in front of him and trying to think of the right words to say. Why, even though he had been thinking about them for over half an hour, he couldn't find them?

He didn't wait long before Freed got out, fully dressed and sat down opposite him. The two ordered breakfast, and then stood in awkward silence until the waitress brought them the coffees and croissants. Laxus began to eat avoiding Freed's gaze, and for a while the two remained silent again.

The blond was looking for words to say, they just didn't come. He had hoped Freed would speak, but apparently it wasn't easy for the boy either. And if until the day before Laxus had been pretty sure that Freed had an interest in him, now he was no longer certain. Freed could simply be attracted to him, maybe he just wanted a disengaged relationship, or maybe it was just a mistake due to alcohol. Too many thoughts were hitting him all at once, preventing him from thinking straight.

“Well,” Freed began and Laxus looked up at him. The boy had finished his coffee but hadn't touched his croissant and was staring at the napkins on the table. “Well, I should tell you I'm sorry I kissed you last night. And partly I am, because I was drunk, we were both drunk and we didn't think well, I got carried away by instinct but...” He paused and Laxus was able to look him in the face only because Freed avoided his gaze. He noticed the man's cheeks turning red and Freed started talking again.

“I'm not really that sorry. As far as I'm concerned it was a beautiful night, sure, maybe if I had been more lucid it would’ve been better but…” he shook his head because he was wandering and looked up and met his eyes. “I like you, Laxus. I mean, I'd like to go out with you, hang out with you, to put it simply, I'm romantically interested in you”.

Laxus could now see Freed's entire face completely red, the way he nervously twisted a napkin between his fingers and the way he again avoided his gaze. For a moment Laxus was shocked by that declaration. Freed really felt something for him, he hadn't imagined it. He felt relief in his stomach and relaxed his shoulders. Hell, that was the best thing that could have happened.

Freed looked down at the napkin.

“Um... it doesn't matter, you know, I think... we can forget and...” he began to say in a hoarse voice. Laxus realized at that moment that he still hadn't answered Freed. He reached out and caught Freed's, smiling softly at him as the boy looked up at him again.

“I like you Freed too, and I'd love to go out with you,” he said at that point. Freed's eyes widened slightly and a smile formed on his face.

“You do it?” he asked in a low voice, perhaps looking for further confirmation.

“I do,” Laxus replied, then leaning towards him and leaving him a chaste kiss on his lips. Freed's face flushed and Laxus felt his cheeks heat up. Despite that, he smiled elated at the knowledge that he was going to start dating Freed. A laugh escaped the green-haired biker.

“Great,” he said.

“Yes,” Laxus agreed. The two looked at each other for a moment, smiling, then Freed took the brioche and began to eat and Laxus turned to watch the morning sun illuminate the lake in front of them. It was perfect. All the embarrassment had vanished, now the silence between them was pleasant and spending a morning with Freed was the most he wanted.

“So, what do you say if I take you to those waterfalls?” he asked. Freed glanced at him.

“Have you suddenly remembered where they are?” he asked.

“No,” Laxus laughed. “But I'm sure Kinana will tell me,” he said, nodding his head towards the waitress. Freed smiled and nodded, and Laxus felt a euphoric sensation in his stomach. He was going out with Freed, and the night they had just spent together hadn't ruined anything.

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Laxus went to the track in a great mood, excited to see Freed. After the tour, the two had exchanged phone numbers, had kissed a few more times, especially under the waterfalls, and had agreed on the fact of chatting. They had exchanged a few messages and Laxus had been in a great mood ever since. Well, he admitted he was falling in love, even though it had been a few days since their first date. Always if they wanted to consider it a date.

Laxus actually wanted to invite Freed on a date, and even though he knew the boy was rich and that he was probably used to fancy restaurants, he had already thought about where to take him. He wasn't sure Freed would like the idea, but he wanted to take him to a nice place. It seemed that the boy had enjoyed taking that trip out of town, so he had thought of doing something similar again.

With that idea in mind, he headed for the track, but as soon as he arrived, he immediately realized that something was wrong. There was no one at the track, the parking lot was empty, except for Freed's car and Evergreen and Bickslow's motorbikes. He also noticed Lucy's bike and frowned, wondering why there was no one there. It was Friday night, usually the place was full. He approached the bar but noticed that there was a sign outside that read 'Closed'. For a moment he was surprised, pulled out the phone and was about to dial Freed's number when he saw Lucy come out of the bar.

“Hi Laxus. The trail is closed today,” she told him.

“What happens?” Laxus asked. The blonde sighed.

“There was a robbery. Thieves destroyed the door of the bar and stole money, food and alcohol. They also destroyed the gate of the track,” she said, pointing at him with her hand. Laxus followed her gaze and swallowed nervously. Fuck. That was bad news. He turned to the girl.

“Do you know who did it?” he asked.

“Maybe, Freed called the police this morning but they’ve yet to see the cameras,” the girl said. “The point is, they didn't just steal, they did a lot of damage too… the back windows are broken, the warehouse destroyed, they were vandals,” she said.

“Freed?” Laxus asked uncertainly. Lucy sighed and turned back to the bar.

“He's having a nervous breakdown” she said clearly “Better to leave him alone, he's not really in the mood”. Laxus nodded, he could understand that. He himself would’ve been pissed. But he wanted to come in and help him. He didn't do it because it was Freed who came out, but he was making a call and yelling about everything to someone.

“I don't give a shit about your problems, or your fucking ideas about me! I know it was you, I know and I'll prove it, you fucking bastard!” he barked as he passed them without deigning a glance. Lucy and Laxus stood looking at him and soon after Evergreen walked out. Freed kept ranting. “I talk to you as the fuck I want, and as soon as the truth comes out, I'll make sure I post articles about you that will ruin you and your fucking companies, and your fucking reputation that you care so much about!” he kept screaming.

Laxus stared at him in amazement. He had never seen him pissed off. Irritated, annoyed, demoralized, but not pissed off.

“He thinks he was his father,” Evergreen explained.

“He was his father,” Lucy objected immediately irritated with her arms crossed. “I'm going to make a call, tell me if you’ve any news,” she said and then took the phone and walked away from there, not to hear Freed's screams in the background.

“And fuck you!” Freed yelled before dropping the call. Laxus watched him as he walked over him and down with the phone gripped between his fingers, nervously running his other hand over his arm. Then he turned to them.

“Hi,” he greeted without hiding his irritation.

“Hey,” Laxus said.

“The track is closed. It will probably be closed for the whole month, in fact, it will probably close permanently because I’ve had enough of that bastard of my father, I didn’t imagine that he’d send vandals to destroy everything. Everything I've built.” He growled and tears of nervousness rose in his eyes but he refused to cry. “And my fucking mother even called me pretending to be sad about what happened. Bitch without...”.

“Hey, calm down,” Evergreen interrupted.

“Don't tell me what to do!” Freed snapped.

“I understand that you’re in a bad mood, but we’ll solve this too. The insurance will pay the damages and we’ll write the article about your...”

“The insurance will not cover all damages!” Freed snapped. “Probably the police will think they were just vandals, my father's name will not come out and even if I rebuilt everything, he’ll come back to piss me off, “he growled.

“Okay, I think you need to go home now. There's nothing else to do here,” Evergreen said. Freed put his hands to his temples and took deep breaths trying to calm down. “I'm going in,” the girl said and then went back into the bar.

Freed sat down you on the ground on the steps in front of the bar and Laxus followed suit.

“I’m sorry. Are you sure it was your father?” he asked a little uncertainly.

“Of course,” Freed snarled. “If they were just thieves, they would’ve stolen the money and left. Those bastards destroyed everything,” he snapped. He stopped short. “Sorry, I'm unbearable and it's not your fault,” he murmured.

“Don't worry,” Laxus replied. “I'd be so pissed off too,” he then added and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. “Look, I know you're angry and tired, but Ever’s right, you can fix it. And even if you can't prove he was your father, you can definitely pick out that article from years ago,” he said. Freed sighed deeply.

“Of course, I'll fix it,” he said. “Just... it's stressful,” he snapped.

“You're not alone,” Laxus said passing his arm around the boy's shoulders, hoping it wasn't too intimate a gesture, but the boy seemed to calm down.

“Thank you and excuse me. Shit time,” Freed said.

“Don’t apologize. If I were you, I would’ve punched someone already,” Laxus replied trying to lighten the situation as much as he could. Freed smiled slightly.

“Maybe I will,” he replied, before the phone started ringing again. Freed took it. “Anyway... I'm a bit busy today, see you in the next few days, okay?” he asked. Laxus nodded and stood up, greeting him and giving him a light kiss on the lips after making sure no one was around.

“Quiet, I understand,” he replied. Freed blushed slightly and Laxus was glad to have distracted him for at least a moment, before saying goodbye and getting back on his bike. He should have waited to go out with Freed, but he didn't care, he just thought he was a little unlucky.

***

It had been two weeks since the thieves had destroyed the bar. Laxus had only heard Freed on the phone, telling him some news, but luckily, he seemed calmer with each passing day. They were also chatting right now as Laxus came home after a day's work.

“Listen, would you like to go out one of these nights?” Freed asked suddenly and Laxus was surprised to hear him.

“I… yeah, I thought you didn't have time,” he said.

“No, um... well, I was just afraid to be intractable, but actually I'd love to see you,” Freed said. “Actually, I'm sorry I waited so long before asking you.”

“Calm. Are you free tonight?” Laxus asked as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. Honestly, he hadn't expected anything else.

“Yes, did you already have an idea of what to do?” Freed asked.

“Actually, yes. I'll pick you up in an hour, okay?” he asked, inserting the keys in the door. There was a moment of silence.

“Did you already organize something?” he asked and Laxus smiled to hear his tone happily surprised and even a little guilty.

“Yup. Don't expect fancy dinners, but consider it a date.” Laxus smiled. “Oh, and send me the location of your house, or I'll get lost on the way, “he added.

“Of course,” Freed replied and Laxus knew he was smiling in amusement. They said goodbye and closed the call, thrilled by the date. As soon as he was inside his apartment he dived into the shower, calmly getting ready. He smoothed his hair with the gel hoping the helmet wouldn't ruin it too much and then got dressed. He checked himself in the mirror a couple of times before getting out of there. He got on the bike and went to Freed's apartment, hoping that the boy would’ve fun and that he could get distracted from the latest events.

As soon as he was under his apartment, he rang the bell and waited for Freed to get out. The boy came out of the door with a smile and Laxus paused for a moment to look at him. He had pulled his hair up in a high ponytail and was wearing dark jeans and the usual burgundy leather jacket.

“Hey, do I have to take my bike?” Freed asked as he approached. Laxus shook his head.

“Nah, I'll take you, so at least you can drink,” he said.

“I'm not Cana, I can do without alcohol for once” Freed smiled.

“Yes, but you’re nicer when you drink,” Laxus replied. Freed raised an eyebrow and frowned slightly, then a smirk appeared on his face.

“Well, considering how the evening ended last time, I understand why you want to make sure I drink,” he said. Laxus blushed slightly, but he laughed.

“You can't blame me,” he retorted. “Come on, take your helmet,” he said. Freed didn't reply and went to get the helmet, then climb up behind him.

Laxus left and walked the streets of the city until he left Magnolia. When he was out, he started driving the country roads, hoping that Freed would enjoy both the ride and the scenery. It took them half an hour to get where he wanted, in a small village built on a hill. He walked up the streets until he reached the place where he wanted to dine. Freed got off the motorbike with a smile and handed the helmet to Laxus, who put it inside the trunk of the bike, and then indicated the place to Freed.

“Have you ever been here?” he asked him.

“No,” Freed replied. “I don't ride outside Magnolia much.”

“Bad, you should,” Laxus replied. “Well, they make the best ham here. Hope you like it,” he said. Freed just smiled as the two boys entered the place. Laxus knew the owner, and asked for a seat on the terrace. So, the two boys sat on a small table from which they had a beautiful view of the countryside, with the vineyards and fields illuminated by the sun.

“You really know some nice little places,” Freed commented and Laxus smiled slightly, glad he’d at least like it, even though it was a rustic restaurant with no pretensions.

“I told you. I often went around with my grandfather” he replied shrugging and opening the menu. Actually, he didn't take much to choose, he already knew what to take, but he waited for Freed to decide too. When the boy was ready to order, Laxus also asked for a plate of ham and cheese as an appetizer, so that Freed could taste it.

“This would be the best ham in the area, huh?” Freed asked.

“I’d say about the world, but yes, you came close,” Laxus joked. Freed laughed and took some eating it with breadsticks. Laxus smiled to see that Freed really liked it, and he was also pleased to see that the boy looked really relaxed, despite what was happening at the track. The blond hadn't hoped for too much, knowing full well from Lucy, Evergreen and Bickslow that Freed had had some busy days. He had feared that the boy would be distant and that he would’ve to make an effort to distract him, but Freed was really enjoying the evening.

He told him about a few trips he had taken with Evergreen and Bickslow, even though they had toured other areas and tended to go to the beach more, as the girl preferred to spend time in Hargeon. The two boys chatted all evening without even realizing it, until the sun went down in front of them and it got dark. Small lights were turned on on the terrace and for a moment the two found themselves smiling at each other in silence.

“Do you want dessert?” Laxus asked.

“I don't know if I could eat it,” Freed admitted.

“It's a shame, they make delicious cakes” Laxus commented. “If you don't mind, I'll take a slice.”

“Go ahead,” Freed smiled. “I'll get something to drink.” Laxus raised his eyebrows at him curiously. The two had ordered some wine still for starters, but while the blond had limited himself to having a glass knowing that he’d drive, Freed had drunk the rest.

“You really take advantage of it,” he observed.

“Well, for once I'm not driving,” Freed smiled. Laxus chuckled and let him do it. They ordered the waitress and remained silent for a while, enjoying the pleasant evening until the woman returned with their orders. At that point Laxus pushed the saucer towards Freed to make him taste it and the boy thanked him by taking a curious bite. “It's really good,” he admitted.

“Indeed, it is. Their cakes are made with the fruit they grow here, not with those tasteless crap you buy in the store,” Laxus replied. Freed laughed.

“Do they also make liquor with the fruit they have here?” he asked curiously as he drank and Laxus nodded.

“Yup. You know, my grandfather also makes liquor at home. Well, he drinks a lot,” Laxus said.

“And you’ve learned?”.

“More or less,” Laxus said. “I'd rather learn how to make beer honestly,” he added with a shrug. Freed guessed it. Once they even finished eating the dessert, with Freed taking a few bites from time to time, the two boys went to pay. Laxus immediately saw that Freed was taking his wallet and put his hand on his wrist.

“I brought you here, I pay for it,” he said.

“But…”.

“No arguments,” Laxus insisted louder. Freed glanced at the woman at the counter and then gave up.

“Thank you”.

Fortunately, it hadn't been difficult to convince him. Freed left the club waiting for Laxus to pay and the blond did so willingly. But when he came out, he noticed that the boy was thoughtful and was looking at the motorbike with a bitter expression. For a moment he worried that he wasn't enjoying, but he quickly realized how stupid that idea was. Obviously Freed had enjoyed it, he had shown it all evening. Maybe he'd gotten a work message, or maybe he'd been thinking about his problems again.

“Everything good?” Laxus asked. Freed looked up at him and smiled.

“Yes, it's nothing”.

“Sure?”. Freed started to nod again, but stopped and his expression turned guilty.

“It's just… I'm sorry I didn't do anything for you. I haven't even thought of arranging a date for you, while you've obviously been thinking about it for a while. And it was nice but…”

“Hey,” Laxus interrupted, passing a hand on the boy's back. “You’ve your thoughts, it's normal, especially with what happened.”

“Yes but…”.

“Shut up,” Laxus said and leaned over him to leave him a quick kiss on his lips, which made them both blush. “If you like, you'll organize the next one for me, otherwise it's fine. I'll take you to another nice place and I'll show you all the places I've been through”. Freed smiled softly.

“It's a good idea, but I'd rather take you to dinner next time.”

“Okay,” Laxus smiled. He saw Freed approaching and followed his lead by lowering himself and closing his eyes. The kiss was slower than before, and they moved their lips gently against each other, getting closer and hugging each other. In a short time, however, the kiss became more intense, as Laxus pushed Freed against a nearby wall. He hadn't planned it, but he found himself wandering with his hands on the boy's hips and when they broke away, they were both panting.

They were closer than he had thought, with Freed practically squashed against him and their crotches pressed against each other. That wasn't okay, because he was getting more aroused than expected. He stared at Freed with his heart in his mouth, feeling high. They had already had sex, true, but this was still their first date. Yet Laxus had a mad desire to throw himself on that body and take off his clothes, enjoying again as he had already done more than two weeks ago.

They remained silent for a while, just looking at each other, while Laxus tried to hold back his instincts, despite the fact that he didn’t intend to move from his position. He didn't want to move his hands from Freed's body, or part with the heat of his body.

“Let's go to my apartment?” Freed suggested. Laxus swallowed hard and nodded. He was about to break away but saw that Freed was again reaching for him, running his hands through his hair. And Laxus wasn't about to let him down. They started kissing again. The pressure between their bodies, especially in the lower parts, made them both aroused and the two boys moaned in the kiss as they hugged each other. Only when they heard the door of the room open, did they realize that they were still in public and broke away, albeit reluctantly.

“Damn,” Laxus murmured running a hand through his hair trying to recover. At least he wasn't the only stunned, Freed was in his own state.

“Yeah,” he said with a half-smile. “Let's go?” he asked pointing to the bike. Laxus nodded and the two set off to get on it. Laxus took the two helmets and passed Freed's to the boy when a stupid idea came to mind.

“You know, although a motorcycle isn’t comparable to a car, the car definitely has an advantage,” he commented, without even thinking. Freed looked at him puzzled not understanding and the blond smiled crookedly. “If we had a car, we wouldn't have to wait to get home,” he admitted in a half laugh. Freed looked at him for a stunned moment and then smiled mischievously, pushing towards him and reaching out to his chest, taking Laxus' breath away.

“Maybe you're right, but you know, there’s a thrill to do it even outdoors,” he said mischievously.

“Oh shit”.

The two looked at each other for a moment, both extremely excited, probably evaluating the situation.

“Sure, you know some place nearby that’s a bit isolated,” Freed continued.

Oh shit.

“Get on the bike,” Laxus ordered hoarsely, not intending to wait a minute longer. Freed didn’t have it repeated and the blond left immediately. Five minutes later they were both in an isolated corner of the countryside, surrounded by trees, one on top of the other.

***

The track had reopened, but Freed was still not in the best of spirits. There were still some things to fix at the bar, but all in all the business had resumed, not without some difficulties, both because of the article by Freed's father and because of the robbery. Despite this, the boy tried hard not to make all his bad mood weigh on the others. The only good moments were those he spent with Laxus, which to tell the truth were not few.

Indeed, Laxus was fantastic, the two had had many dates, all of which went just fine. By now they spent at least two evenings of the week in company, either at the bar, or at the home of one of the two. They still hadn't said anything to anyone else, just because they hadn't made anything official yet. It was something Freed had been thinking about for a while, but he still hadn't told Laxus about it.

The phone vibrated and noticed that it was yet another call from his mother. He silenced the call and ignored it. She had been calling him a lot lately, but Freed kept avoiding talking to her. After what they had done in his track, he had no intention of having anything to do with them. He just hoped they were done bothering him.

Someone knocked on the office door and shortly after Lucy's head came out.

“Hey, me Natsu and Laxus are going for a ride to Hargeon, are you coming with us?” she asked. Freed looked down at the table and sighed.

“Maybe another time”.

“You said that yesterday too,” the blonde pointed out.

“Yes, well...”.

“And then you’ve to tell me what's between you and Laxus”.

“What?” Freed asked, looking up. Lucy smiled slyly.

“I saw Brandish the other day, and she told me that she and Dimaria can no longer come to your house, because the tub is occupied by you and a certain well-dressed blonde,” she said in an amused tone. Freed shook his head in resignation. He had to imagine that his cousin was talking nonsense.

“Fine, but not this afternoon,” he clarified.

“Well, if you don't come with us, I'll have to ask Laxus…” Lucy said.

“I get it,” Freed snapped as he stood up, not quite as annoyed as he showed. The girl smiled with satisfaction. “I hate you,” he muttered.

“No, that's not true” Lucy retorted with a smile “And now, let's go!” she exclaimed taking him by the arm and dragging him out of the study. “So, how long have you been dating?” she asked in a low voice so as not to be heard by the others. At least she was discreet, not like her boyfriend.

“Lucy... I said I'm not going to talk about it in the afternoon.”

“Would you prefer me to ask with Laxus there?” she asked with a laugh. Freed stiffened at the thought.

“I swear I'll tell you everything, but not now,” he said at that point. Lucy was pleased with it and soon they joined the other two boys.

The four left and walked calmly towards Hargeon.

Freed ended up standing in front of everyone, still with the thoughts of a father in his mind. Usually when he drove, he could concentrate on driving and have fun, but right now he was just thinking about all the calls he had ignored. That was the reason why he noticed too late the car that was overtaking on the other side, occupying his lane. He realized the danger, but his body acted too late. He tried to swerve to avoid the impact, but it was useless. The car crashed into him and he felt himself flying out of the vehicle, violently banging his head on the ground. The last thing he saw was the asphalt, before he lost consciousness.

#fraxus #freed x laxus #freed justine #laxus dreyar #fanfiction

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helaintoloki · 5 years ago

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Queen of Disaster

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader who is both wholesome and a disaster child

warnings: Bucky is grumpy but not necessarily mean, some stray swear words, allusions to angst, reader is a little chaotic but in a wholesome way. reader is of age but still younger than Bucky (bc the dude is like 100)

notes: this is inspired partly by my own personality and partly by the Lana del Rey song with the same title). I might make this a mini series of one shots and pieces that build onto this relationship but we shall see

summary: the youngest after Peter and the newest member of the team, y/n is still learning to hold her own amongst her fellow teammates. While the Avengers are patient and understanding of the lovable though somewhat disorderly girl, Bucky Barnes is not so easily convinced

Bucky Barnes does not like you.

You’re immature, irresponsible, unreliable, and the youngest member on the team after the bug kid. You can’t take anything seriously because serious matters make you uncomfortable, and you’re timing is so awful that every quip and one liner makes his skin crawl with discomfort. But hey, despite all of your defects you get the job done and, to Bucky’s dismay, get to keep your position on the team.

Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn smiley all the time and could take things seriously just once instead of immediately retreating to the rainbow colored, glitter filled, lollipop scented safety of that thing you call a brain inside your head he could possibly entertain the idea of at least being acquaintances. Instead he often feels like your babysitter, somehow always having you forced on him during missions and in turn having to clean up the chaos you leave behind in your wake. Always eager to please- the equivalent of a teacher’s pet if your teacher was Steve Rogers or Tony Stark- you will stand over the body of the newly deceased Hydra soldier and turn to Bucky with a smile on your face and two thumbs up held in his direction. His stoic gaze shows that he could care less about your latest endeavor, and your smile earns a moment’s falter when his broad shoulder harshly knocks against your own as he moves on to the next room. You’ll get him some other time.

If you had only been a friend of Peter’s or another one of Stark’s young prodigies, maybe Bucky would have been able to at least tolerate you and your childish behavior. After all, Bucky dealt with big babies- and little ones - around the tower all the time. Tony Stark, Thor Odinson, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, hell, even Steve at times. Bucky Barnes could handle man babies. It was girl babies that set him off.

In the 40’s women had either been quiet and reserved or loud and lively, and James Buchanan Barnes had never minded either. As the Winter Soldier he had learned that women could be cold and calloused, unfeeling and inhumane. As an Avenger, Bucky had learned that women could be both strong and caring, gallant and graceful, smart and calculating. But with you...

With you Bucky learned that it was possible for a woman to down a whole tub of ice cream by herself without sharing. He learned that the modern day woman did not give two shits about what men thought of the opposite gender. He learned that a knife plunged deep into your thigh only earned your attacker an offended gasp, but the breaking of a freshly done nail could bring you straight to tears if the elements were aligned just right. He observed how one minute you could be as agile as a cat on the field one moment only to trip over your own two feet the next. He learned you did not do well under pressure; when running out of bullets to attack your enemies, rather than simply reload your gun your first instinct told you to chuck the weapon as hard as you could at your attacker, which somehow succeeded in knocking the man out cold. Beginner’s luck, Bucky had thought begrudgingly the moment he saw it happen.

You were a beautiful swan one moment and a bumbling baby the next, and Bucky, too damn tired and old, could never keep up with you. So he gave up trying and instead did his best to keep as far away from you as possible, which, much to your credit, was a lot harder than it should have been. Example number one: your presence right now at two in the morning when your ass should be in bed sleeping instead of disturbing his peaceful binge of I Love Lucy over his bowl of ice cream.

“Hi Barnes,” you chirp, oblivious to just how much you irk the man before you as you rummage through the cabinets for your hidden stash of hot Cheetos.

“Hmph,” he grunts in response and shoves a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into his mouth.

“Ooo, I love this show!” You exclaim, plopping down right next to the super soldier and obnoxiously opening your chips. The harsh crinkling of the bag has Bucky’s shoulders rising all the way to his ears and he feels compelled to shush you before you wake the whole compound with your unpalatable snacking.

“How do you know about I Love Lucy? Aren’t you like twelve?” Bucky retorts in a crotchety tone.

“First of all, rude,” you counter. “Second of all, I used to watch reruns of this on channel seven all the time with my mom when I was a kid.” Then, to validate your 50’s sitcom knowledge, you inhale deeply before loudly shouting along with Ricky Ricardo, “‘Lucy, you’ve got some ‘splainin to do!’”

Bucky jolts at the volume of your voice, spoon clattering harshly against his bowl at the disturbance. “Jesus Christ! Do you have an off button or something?”

“Only on Tuesday’s,” you reply nonchalantly, and Bucky, too exhausted to ask, only rolls his eyes and wishes for the light fixture hanging above him to come down on his noggin.

It takes five minutes for you to fall asleep, and Bucky only notices because of the sea of droll that dribbles down the corner of your lips and onto his shirt. He shudders in disgust. Baby droll from the team baby. How you have the whole team wrapped around your cheeto dust stained finger, he will never know.

He could just leave you there with the tv on and let you waddle yourself back to your own room when your body’s clock decides it’s time to retreat to your hole. But the gentleman inside of Bucky is about ready to smack him upside the head for his bad manners, so the soldier begrudgingly scoops your sleeping form into his arm and marches towards your bedroom.

“You’re insufferable,” Bucky grumbles, almost droping you when you have the audacity to nuzzle closer to his chest in your sleep. You really are a big baby.

As expected, your room is a disaster. Stray clothes, shoes, and mundane objects litter the floor and getting to your bed is like tip toeing through a booby trapped Hydra base. One wrong move and Bucky will trip over the stray bra on the ground and eat shit. How can anyone live like this? He assumes this is probably what your brain looks like on the inside too.

“There you go brat,” Bucky grumbles as he not only lies you in bed but tucks you in, going as far as to tuck the blankets tightly around you and rest the raggedy teddy bear at the foot of your bed next to you instead, unknowingly falling into your unintentional trap of slowly but surely beginning to wrap around your finger.

He has to admit, you’re much nicer when you’re still and quiet, calmed by the melatonin coursing naturally through your system. You’re kind of pretty too, if he stares long enough at your face and looks at you as if you were a stranger. Your eyelashes flutter as you dream, hair falling around your head like a little halo, parted lips- Bucky recoils, forcing himself to stop over analyzing your facial features while you sleep because that’s weird and you’re like, ten.

Bucky Barnes does not like you.

But as he flicks on the Iron Man nightlight by your bedside (installed by Tony himself because he too knows just how scary the dark can be once you become an Avenger) and tip toes out of your room, Bucky realizes he doesn’t completely dislike you.

And that is enough for him.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #james buchanan barnes #bucky imagine #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #avenger!reader #bucky barnes x avengers!reader #disaster!reader #marvel #mcu #queen of disaster

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lilblog-asatreat · 3 years ago

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87. "Don't be scared. I'm right here." From this prompt list

(Still accepting prompts!)

Barry slowly becomes aware of the warmth of the blanket tucked around him and of the body of Lup moving slightly in his arms as his mind brings him back to consciousness. He opens one eye, then the other, and he smiles softly as his eyes meet Lup's who smiles back at him warmly. "Did you know that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on?"

Lup snorts. "Yeah, of course. And did you know you're the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on?"

Barry blushes and looks down with a bigger smile spreading across his face. "I mean... I'm sure you've seen other good looking men. Taako for one-"

Lup smacks his arm lightly and rolls her eyes. "Taako's my brother. He doesn't count. And yeah, I've seen other good looking men, but you've got them beat."

Barry laughs lightly and looks back up at her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Lup kisses him slowly before she closes her eyes and snuggles closer against his chest, and she sighs in contentment.

Barry will never get tired of waking up with Lup in his arms. He wants to stay in bed with her like this forever, but his stomach growls in opposition to that idea.

Lup giggles against his chest. "Sounds like you're hungry, babe. Want me to get breakfast going?" Barry whines and buries his face in her hair, and she laughs. "The rest of the crew is going to be up soon anyways, so I might as well get something going before we go hunting for the Light."

Barry sighs in annoyance. "Fine. Are you going to make french toast? You said you were going to make that before the Judges shot us out of the sky last year, so we missed out on a whole year's worth."

Lup rolls away from him and stands up to stretch which makes Barry frown a little. "Yep! And I'm planning on conjuring some strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup for Lucretia. If this is going to be her first meal after the year of hell she's gone through, I want to make it the best one she's ever had."

Barry smiles again before getting out of bed and stretching too. "Just make sure you have it in stasis for when she rolls out of bed. I'll bet she's going to be sleeping for a long time. She's definitely more than earned it."

They both leave their bedroom together, and as they pass Lucretia's quarters, Barry stops. Her door is left open, and he can see Fisher swimming around in his tank. Odd. Where would she be this early in the morning?

Lup turns around to look at him, then at the open door, and then back at him before she shrugs and continues on to the kitchen. Barry walks to the bathroom and finds no one there either. He shrugs before closing the door behind him.

Once he's come out of the bathroom, he still doesn't see Lucretia in the hallway or her room, so he goes up to the deck to look for her. As he steps out into the open air, he closes his eyes for a second to let the cool breeze brush past him. When he opens his eyes to look around, he sees Lucretia laying in the fetal position in the middle of the deck.

Barry's heart thumps wildly in his chest as he runs toward her. Did something happen to her while they were all asleep? Is she hurt? Is she dead?

When he makes it within ten feet of her, he must have set off some sort of alarm because she bolts upright, looks around wildly, and pulls out her wand as she jumps to her feet.

"Lucretia-?"

Lucretia points her wand at him, and he sees the wild terror in her eyes before she casts a massive fireball at him. He leaps to the side, narrowly missing the flames, and Lucretia screams.

"Lucretia! It's ok! It's me-"

"Get off the ship! Or I'll kill you! I won't let you take this away from me, I- I- I-"

"Lucy-"

Lucretia sends some magic missiles his way, and Barry stumbles back in pain. "Lucy, it's me! It's Barry! You're safe now, I promise. We're all safe, please."

Lucretia stands there and stares at him for a few seconds, trembling violently with her wand still outstretched. She slowly lowers her wand, and tears slip down her face. "Barry?" She says quietly, her voice shaking.

Barry nods and slowly walks toward her. "It's ok now. You're safe." Lucretia collapses to the ground and dissolves into tears, and Barry runs towards her. He kneels down and pulls her into a tight hug, and she grabs onto him with a grip of death. "Shh shh shh, it's ok, Lucy. Don't be scared. I'm right here. I'm alive again, and so is everyone else. You're safe. We're all safe. It's going to be ok."

"I- I'm sorry I hurt you," Lucretia sobs. "I'm s-sorry I didn't recognize you s-sooner. I thought- I thought there was an in-intruder and I was dis-disoriented and- and-"

"Shhh. It's ok, I know." Barry rubs circles into her back and holds her closer. "I know you didn't mean it. It's ok, I'm here."

Barry hears footsteps running up to them before they stop, and he looks up to see Lup with her wand out. She looks at them with confusion for a second before her face softens, and she puts away her wand. "Sorry, I heard screaming and realized I left my wand in our room. Can I join in on the hug, or is this a Barry and Lucretia moment?"

Lucretia nods her head, and Barry motions for her to huddle in close too. Lup kneels down on the other side of Lucretia and hugs her from behind, laying her head on her back. "We're right here, Lucy. It's ok, just let it all out. We're here for you."

Lucretia cries harder. "I m-missed you g-guys so much..."

"I know," Barry says thickly, fighting off his own tears.

"I know."

#taz #taz balance #taz fanfic #barry bluejeans #lup #lucretia #taz lup #taz lucretia #blupjeans #but only in the beginning #written works of Gab

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bloodys44 · 4 years ago

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Silence and Cigarette Smoke

Original story and bonus content found here! ↓↓↓↓

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13289933/1/Silence-and-Cigarette-Smoke

I just posted chapter 9 on FF.net so please feel free to read ahead if you enjoy :)

Chapter 6: The Letters To A Ghost

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(25th day of summer)

Mom,

I helped Natsu dig a grave for Lissana today. He was extremely adamant about it even though we were never able to retrieve her body. Not to mention that we already held a service for her weeks ago. He dug it by hand at her favorite lookout, told me he wanted her soul to rest where she would never miss the sun rise or set. The headstone he made her read "An angel who falls may now pass to the home of their gods. A forever sunrise to lighten the lives of the dark." It was beautiful Mama, Natsu worked really hard on it.

He didn't sleep in my dorm last night for the first time since we came home. I went by his room to check on him but I heard him crying. In all the years I've known Natsu, I've only seen that once, when we lost her initially. He sounded so sad, It broke my heart. I was too scared to go in so I left him for the night. I really miss her too.

Remembering your warm hugs,

Lucy.

(86th day of summer)

Dear Mom,

Today was really hard, I miss you.

It's been two months since I last wrote to you. Natsu went out on his first job since Lissana today. He wouldn't take me with him no matter how much I begged. He's never left me behind before, I know it was only one job, but it still stung. He barely speaks anymore, just follows me around silently. I feel like I'm losing my partner. Gray and Levy say I need to give him time and space, that he likes to grieve alone. I get that Mama, I really do, but he isn't the only one grieving. I feel like he died with her in the mine. I miss him too.

He still gave me some of the reward money even though he did the request alone. I wish he wouldn't, it feels like pitty. I don't want his pity, I just want to talk to him like I used too.

Mira is still having nightmares. I've been sleeping on the terrace by my room. Her crying breaks my heart and I fear it will never heal if I keep listening.

This was a bad letter, sorry Mom,

Lucy.

(43rd day of fall)

Mom,

I almost destroyed grandmother Anna's book today. The sight of it turns my stomach, and I haven't been able to open it yet. Natsu wouldn't let me ruin it though, he told me if it was gone the whole trip would be worth nothing. He's right, I know. I just want the hurt to stop.

Fall is here now, I love how the grounds look with all the autumn colors. Though I miss the pink cherry blossoms, they remind me of Natsu's hair, but I think his shade is fading too. He stresses too much. I think you would still like it.

Love always,

Lucy.

(58th day of winter)

Mama,

Today was good. It was Juvia's birthday. The guild held a small party for her, it was perfect considering the mourning mood that's dulled the air. There were smiles and cake, and everybody was laughing again, just like old times, I loved it. Gray asked her to be his girlfriend, finally. I think that's the part she loved the most. They're leaving on a mission that's supposed to take around four months. Knowing her, Juvia will treat every second like an extended honeymoon. She really was ecstatic mama, I wish you could have seen the joy on her face. I think everyone could feel it, I even saw Mira dancing slowly in the corner with her husband Laxus. She hasn't left her room since we told her what happened. I hope she's starting to feel like herself again. It's almost the new year, so maybe things will start to get better for everyone.

Natsu didn't show, of course. He hasn't been around much lately. He's always working alone or hiding around the castle where I can't find him, not even at our special clearing in the forest, the one he found me in. That's where he always used to hide. I haven't spoken much more than a sentence to him in weeks. I really miss him. Even with the happiness of today, I feel really alone again. He doesn't stay the night with me anymore.

Lucy.

(64th day of winter)

Dear Mom,

Gray and Juvia left on their job this morning. We all went down to the gate to wave them off. Even Natsu showed up, rare but welcomed. Gray is his best friend, and even though they haven't talked much either, I think he's going to miss him.

I asked Natsu if he wanted to take a job with me. It's been a while and I'm running out of money and I refuse to accept any more of his. I keep having to pick up extra shifts with the infirmary to keep up with my guild fees. He said no. I got mad and stormed off like a child.

He came to my room later in the night for the first time in months. I thought he was coming to tell me he changed his mind, that he wanted to take a request with me, though it ended up being the exact opposite. He came in yelling, spouting off that he couldn't take me on a job because I couldn't protect myself and he wasn't capable of doing it either. He rambled on for almost an hour, he's never yelled at me before, and mama he was screaming. But I decided I really didn't mind, its the most I've heard him speak in months. It wasn't near as bad as father used to make it. I was just happy to hear his voice again.

Merry Christmas,

Lucy.

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(74th day of winter)

Mama,

He's gone.

He really did it. He left me alone for real. And god Mama, winter is so cold without him.

He visited me last night, I woke to him sitting at the end of my bed. It startled me since he hadn't been back to my room since he came in yelling. He looked so sad, his lips were pressed together like he was scared to speak the words trapped in his head. He crawled up beside me, just sitting there staring as if he could see right through me. He was so close, I could feel the heat of his breath over my nose. His eyes so dark they blended with the night. Eventually, I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he didn't answer, instead, he leaned in closer. He tried to kiss me, but I moved away. I really couldn't believe it, that he would have the audacity to try something like that after months without so much as a word. This visit was my turn to yell. I said things I would have never imagined saying to him, to my favorite person alive.

I went to his room later, I felt so bad for how I had spoken to him, I wanted to apologize. When I got there his room was empty, mattress stripped clean and drawers pulled open and bare. I think he was trying to kiss me goodbye. I'm so scared he won't come back Mama. I think he really did die that day in the mine.

Lucy.

(76th day of spring)

Hey Mom,

Gray and Juvia came back today, half a month early. They ran into some trouble, a man with metal clawed gloves dipped in some sort of poison. Gray's okay, but Juvia is really sick. He says she hasn't woken for three days. He's really worried about her, I can tell from the way his hands shake. He hasn't left her bedside all day. It's sweet, but it reminded me of Natsu. I miss when he used to spend the night.

I haven't heard from him, not even a letter. I hope he's okay.

Love from your dearest,

Lucy.

(86th day of spring)

Dear Mom,

Spring always reminds me of you, I remember how much it was your favorite, even though I always preferred summer. I miss when we strolled the garden together and the only thing to worry about was not fraying my gown or scuffing my shoes.

Juvia still hasn't woken up yet, and I think Gray is starting to panic. He's going on lots of jobs, says he can't stay on the grounds too long or he starts to worry about her. I offered to be his new 'in-term' partner while he waits for her to get better. I really need to make some more money, and I don't think Natsu is coming back anytime soon.

We leave tomorrow morning and I'm kind of excited, I've never been on a job without Natsu before. I think it'll be a good chance to prove myself. I just hope this doesn't make me miss him any more than I already do.

Love,

Lucy.

(32nd day of summer)

Mama,

Working with Gray has been really nice. He's actually a lot more kind and sweet then his cold persona would suggest. I think I can see why Juvia likes him so much. Gray listens, he's a good holder of information, a place to vent. He's held me while I cried and talked me through my nonsense brain. Sometime's he even shares his cigarettes with me. He's a really good guy, and I can see how much he loves Juvia. I really hope she wakes up soon, Porlyusica started warning of impairments the longer she's unconscious.

I'm glad Gray has been so good to me, it's nice having a friend to talk too again. I know Levy's here too, but she's always busy with guild work. The rest of the members are all amazing and accepting but it's just not the same. I hope he doesn't forget about me, or how close we've gotten when Juvia wakes up.

I'm really worried about Natsu. Mira says he's never been gone this long without at least a letter. I've been reading as many of Fiore's damage and crime reports as I can get my hands on. I pray that all the flame-related incidents are him. It gives me hope that he's alive.

Lucy.

(84th day of summer)

Hi Mom,

It's been a really long time, Summer's almost over now.

Please Mama, don't judge me. I think I made a mistake. Gray and I went too far, we slept together. I gave him all my firsts, and I think he gave me some of his. I regret it all, and I can tell he does too. We had an awful day, our mission was a complete failure. We spent the night at some shabby inn, the bed smelled like rot but we honestly didn't care. We both cried after and pretended we couldn't hear one another. Juvia's been in a coma for almost half a year. I think he's trying to process the thought of actually losing her. I swear I could taste sadness on his lips. I think we're both grieving the loss of someone significant.

I thought about Natsu the entire time, I could picture all his scars over Gray's skin. I pretended his icy breath smelt of cinnamon and ash. It's been so long, but I still think about him every minute. I wish he had been the first to touch me. I love Gray, I really do, but not like that. My body feels dirty even after scrubbing my skin raw.

I can't pick out any damage or crime reports that I could even remotely relate to Natsu, and his mattress doesn't smell like him anymore either. I sleep there every night. If he's with you Mama, please take care of him.

I love you, so much,

Lucy.

(49th day of fall)

Dear Mom,

I asked Gray if he thought I should dig a metaphorical grave for Natsu. He told me I was crazy, said he would know if that 'cocky fire pit went out'. I hope he's right. We don't talk about what happened. Ever. We just pretend it never did.

I've been studying telepathy, and I'm getting pretty good. And yes, I learned it from great grandmother's book. I finally opened it. I feel dirty knowing the thoughts of my teammates sometime's so I don't use it often, however, my new favorite trick is dream diving. I do it to Gray when we're out on missions and he's gone to bed for the night. I hope he doesn't feel violated, his dreams aren't very interesting anyway. The only constant is the cold. Don't ask me how somebody dream's in temperatures, he just does.

Other time's though, I try to reach Natsu. I'm not really sure how far my range is and I have no reason to believe it could ever reach him. I still try though.

Lucy.

(73rd day of fall)

Mama,

Juvia woke up. I'm not sure if this is good or bad news. She's unresponsive, constantly staring at the ceiling. Porlyusica says there's a good chance of more function after a few days. But the sight of her, so sunken and lifeless is nothing less than disturbing. It's shattering Gray's heart, and watching it shatters mine. He won't eat, it's been four days. I don't want to lose another friend. This year has been the worst.

Job requests are coming in fewer and fewer, all of Fiore is under such a heated eye. Royal guards on every corner, in every continent. It's nerve-racking to hire mages while under constant watch, and nearly impossible for said mages to complete missions unsaved. The streets are war zone's, the anti-magic forces haven't been this strong since the initial banning or the day you died. One day, I want to fix it, this awful divide of man and man. I tell myself your death wasn't for nothing. I hope nobody dies for nothing. Too much of valuable human life is wasted. Humanity is cruel I suppose.

Your's truly,

Lucy.

(50th day of Winter)

Mom,

A very merry Christmas to you, and to Natsu. I hope he's with you and not lost in the stars. Things have been getting better. Juvia is up and talking, she can even walk around a bit with a sturdy shoulder from Gray. My heart hasn't felt relief like this in far too long, I feel like it could burst. I couldn't help but cry when I saw Gray smile again. All it took was Juvia's mangled stutter of his name. It was such a pure smile, like he had decided to donate his soul to her. I don't blame him, Juvia is an amazing woman. I feel like I stabbed her in the back and I don't think the guilt for my excursion with Gray will ever go away. I wonder if he plans to tell her. I thought about doing it myself, but it feels unfair to confess how another tried to mend their grieving heart.

It's almost been an entire year since he left. I don't think I really believe that he's dead but sometime's it's easier to lie about it. Natsu showed me a whole new world, took my hand and cherished me with such open arms. I can deny it all I want, but I know I fell in love with him, his every feature is burned against the inside of my skull. If he really is gone, I won't forget him, but I think I'll be okay eventually.

Sending you love filled with holiday warmth,

Lucy.

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