#Modern AU blondie squad

[ask-hextechjanna]

Do you have nice friends who let you live because you are a newbie or do they lovingly kill you because they’re demacian and demacians play to win

[seethesunny]

Blondie: 3... 2... 1... happy new year! [tries to kiss Cupid]

Briar: Blondie, can you stop doing that every time the microwave goes off?

[shiftingshiftingshifting]

my dr playlists

not in any particular order

all of these are completely outdated as of 2023

the chaos squad - modern!game of thrones dr. the playlist my main friend group there listens to. that friend group consists of me, renly, loras, and margaery. song example: Jesus Don’t Like That I’m Gay but Satans Cool With It by LilBoodang

oh how i wish you were mine - sansa stark’s yearning playlist in my modern!game of thrones dr. song example: Wish You Were Gay by Claud

the king’s fosterling - OG game of thrones dr playlist, i still listen to the playlist sometimes but the dr has kind of fallen out with me. i would like to shift to something like it, just without all the baby shifter stuff. song example: Elastic Heart by Sia

a mockingbird at night - love this playlist. it was for the OG game of thrones dr, but once it had evolved and i made it near the end. it was based on a few months/episodes in s7 that were pretty messy, and ended in an execution. song example: Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers

historical longing - this playlist is for my ever after high dr in which i am sappho’s daughter. my cousin is the son of achilles, and my main friend group includes marcellus(my cousin), cupid, briar, ashlynn, and apple. song example: Greek Tragedy by The Wombats

зайка | the curse - my mcu dr playlist. i made this dr right after i watched black widow because i was thinking about making one for a while, it’s pretty basic, and the dr is only fleshed out a bit.(similar drself to my xmen dr, but that dr holds more weight to me now, despite this one being the original) song example: The Adults Are Talking by The Strokes

marjorie aberdeen zaytseva trask - my xmen playlist. meeting my friend tia and scripting each other into our xmen drs might’ve been the best thing to happen to me this summer. in this dr im dating jean grey and rooming with her at xavier’s school for gifted youngsters in the revised timeline. tia and i have a discord server in this reality for us to keep track of everything in our drs, including our changes to the timeline.(theyre very similar but have slight changes that heavily impact the world, like she has modern tech and i dont) song example: The Girl by Hellberg, Cozi Zuehlsdorff

the phoenix and the curse. - jean and i’s playlist(in the form of cassettes) in my xmen dr. my alias is the curse and hers is the phoenix, hence the name. this dr is HEAVILY fleshed out and i have so much info on it that i would absolutely love to share if anyone asked.(also i scripted we have modern music but it’s all 60s/70s/80s themed) song example: fever dream by mxmtoon

for peter & tia - a cassette i gave to my friend tia(tia dorothea victoria xavier, charles xavier’s niece) and her boyfriend peter(peter maximoff) for christmas the year after she returns from essex corp. and milbury hospital. song example: 11:59 by Blondie

liar. - a playlist for my newest dr, a mainly a song of ice and fire soulmate au. in which two people who are soulmates cannot lie to each other, which causes some problems in the ever treacherous king’s landing. especially when those two soulmates have ever so much to hide. song example: To Be Loved by Askjell, AURORA

a playlist for tya for tya farman and pietr the servant boy - a playlist i made for my newest dr(the soulmate one) detailing the relationship between my friend tia(tya) and pietr(based off of peter maximoff) in my dr. over the course of their relationship they go through the initial discovery and butterflies, to star-crossed lovers, to tya’s betrothal to someone fit for a lady of her stature, to finally running away to pentos the night of the wedding and getting a happy ending. (don’t shuffle!!) song example: If This Was A Movie by Taylor Swift

the crow and the raven - a playlist about me and my childhood friend allyster morrigen, who ends up falling for me despite us not being destined, and me not returning his feelings. it was expected that we would marry, as it is common for second sons and daughters of houses morrigen and tarth to marry. childhood best friends to unrequited lovers to strangers. song example: exile (feat. Bon Iver) by Taylor Swift

[chromium-siren]

“Rolling down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin on gin and juice (laid back)” Snoop Dogg, “Gin And juice”

(Modern mafia/Suicide Squad AU) Blondie let out a whoop as the car careened down the highway, giving chase with the Resistance Police Force van. Red drove like a stock car driver, avoiding upcoming vehicles with an agility that defies description. However, the sound of sirens threatened the fun- sure enough, the feds had arrived and ruined their joyride. "Ren, we've got a problem!" she yelled from the passenger's seat. Ren nodded, picking up his pistol and leaning out the window. "No sweat, princess, I'm on it." Shots were fired, and the police van swerved out of danger, hurting the passengers in the process. "Give em hell, Red!" Blondie screeched, shooting her perfectly manicured hands in the air like it was a goddamned rollercoaster ride. The car sped off into the night, to the lair of Snoke, the infamous mafioso. "Let's see here," the skinny guy drawled, looking at the briefcase stuffed with cold, hard cash. "Youse got me the perfect amount of money, even extra! For that, I must reward youse." "See, Blondie and I are getting married soon," Red announced. "Well, then I offer ya my congratulations, Red. Glad you reeled in a lady that's loyal to the First Order as she is to you."

[dovabunny]

Army Greens

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: M/M

Fandom: Dragon Age II

Relationship: Anders/Fenris

Chapter: 1/1

Series: Fenders Ficlets

Additional Tags: Modern AU; Fenris goes off to war; Anders Week 2017; day 3: charity and greed; Fenders Friday; Happy Ending

Summary: "Forgive me Anders. This is something I have to do. For those who saved me, for those like me, and those like you. Goodbye love.”

Fenris goes off to war against Tevinter, leaving the love of his life behind. A heartbreaking fic with a happy ending for Anders week.

Anders stared at the closed door. Angry tears still streamed down his face where he sat on his knees. From the corner of his eye he caught Fenris walking down the sidewalk in his army greens towards the waiting bus.

He could feel his heart breaking, their fight still ringing in his ears…

  ___________________

  “You don’t have to do this Fenris! Violence is no way to achieve peace!”

  “Says the man who started a revolution! Not to mention you were a Grey Warden!”

  “Exactly! I know what is lying ahead if you walk out that door! I won’t let you do that!”

  “Anders, love, please understand. I have to do this. Tevinter needs to fall for the slavery to finally end, the slavery I was saved from!”

  “But killing Fenris… You’d be murdering mages.”

  “Anders,” Fenris took his face in his hands, gentle thumbs wiping away brimming tears beginning to spill. “They are nothing like you. You are good, and kind, and fair… You’re the best man I know. I need to know that others like me will be free to be with someone like you. Please, I know you’re afraid for me, but you need to let me go…”

  “No!” Anders ripped Fenris’ hands off him, tears streaming in anger. “Don’t ask me that, I can’t do it! I won’t! I won’t send you out there to die! You can’t expect that of me! Please, PLEASE Fenris! I beg you…” Anders dropped to his knees and Fenris knelt with him. Anders pleaded like he never pleaded before. “Don’t do this!”

  “I’m sorry Anders…” Fenris slowly rose, avoiding Anders’ gaze

  “Fenris! Fenris, if you leave now, I won’t be here when you come back! I can’t live knowing my lover might die any day!”

  Fenris opened the door and stood in the doorway, the hurt in his eyes a sharp knife twisting in Anders’ chest.

  “Forgive me Anders. This is something I have to do. For those who saved me, for those like me, and those like you. Goodbye love.”

______________________

Anders felt his heart shatter as the bus pulled away, taking half of him with it into a warzone. The years of war with the Imperium having culminated to this, and Fenris, being a military reserve due to his knowledge of the Imperium and the specialist training forced upon him as a slave, was called into the special ops that were going to deliver the final blow across enemy lines.

It was a suicide mission.

Anders felt hollow, lost, angry, but most of all hurt. So he did what he knew best - he worked.

He got up, put on his scrubs, and left early for his shift at the hospital, not even bothering to take his lunch.

_______________________

Over the next few weeks that was all Anders knew. Work.

He gave and gave of himself until there was nothing left to hurt, no energy left to think of how Fenris walked out on him and their life together.

But every returning soldier that came through those doors was a painful reminder of what might be. Every night he lay alone in the cold bed too big for him and reached out to the empty pillow, he dreamed of what could have been.

Finally, after six weeks of rarely eating or sleeping and overworking,  Merrill, the sweet receptionist that always seemed like she didn’t know what was going on, pushed a pen and paper into his hands with a knowing smile.

“Write to him.”

So Anders did.

He wrote of how sorry he was, how terribly he missed Fenris, how the nights and days without him were empty and dull. He wrote of Fenris’ smile, his laugh, his delightful dry wit, his sharp mind, his tender touch, and his overwhelming love.

Anders wrote and wrote, every day for a month, without hearing anything back. Everyday he would run out to the mailbox only to have the mailman give him a sad smile. But that didn’t stop him.

Anders visited the local army base once a week to hear if there was any news on Fenris’ unit, only to be told time and time again that their mission was a covert one and no news was coming from beyond enemy lines, it was too dangerous.

The next to reach out was Sebastian.

The young brother sat down next to Anders where he was sitting on the sidewalk, waiting for the mailman.

“You know, your letters might not reach him, but the Maker can.”

So Anders prayed. He worked, and wrote, and prayed, and waited. Nothing.

Varric came then, offering friendly support and comfort.

“You know Blondie, what you need is distraction. How about some Wicked Grace? Or books perhaps? I happen to know a great writer, if you’re interested.”

Anders didn’t want to face his friends, didn’t want to see the empty spot next to him at the Wicked Grace table. Fenris’ absence was already tangible enough, so he took option two.

Anders worked, and wrote, and prayed, and read, and waited. He gave away his time, mind, and energy freely to pass the time. And pass it did.

_______________________

The calendar read 97 days. 97 days without light or laughter or love. Anders worked, putting in overtime helping those who couldn’t help themselves. He wrote, pleading Fenris to forgive him and come home. He prayed, begging the Maker to keep him safe. He waited, patiently, for a letter or news of the love of his life. He read, to keep his mind from wandering and seeing his lover hurt and broken, or imagining he heard the bus pull up and footsteps walking towards the door and the doorbe-

‘Dling-Dlong!’

-ell ring.

A timid knock on the door had Anders turn in his seat towards the door. He couldn’t see who it was from where he sat. His mind quickly supplied an image of uniformed men holding a flag.

‘Dling-Dlong!’

Anders was up on his feet before the next breath, barely falling over. Rushing to the door he dropped the book that was on his lap to yank it open.

There, in the doorway, in army camo pants and boots, a simple black t-shirt, and a duffle bag stood the man he thought he might never see again. A bad scar over his left eyebrow and cheekbone suggesting he almost never did.

Anders just stared, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to be sure this wasn’t another dream or fantasy - that he hadn’t completely lost his mind.

“Am I still welcome here?” a cautious voice softly asked as emerald eyes shyly looked up into his.

Tears answered before words did, Anders feeling a dam of worry, stress, and relief burst all at once and flood his heart, waters bringing life where for 97 days it had been broken and barren.

Arms wrapped around Fenris’ neck as Anders buried his sobs into his lovers neck, clinging for dear life as if the Maker would rip him from his arms at any moment.

“Fenris…” Anders cried into his shoulder. “You’re home love.”

Slowly at first, arms moved around Anders’ back, then held tighter as an answering desperation took over Fenris’ body.

“Oh Anders…” he sniffed. “Thank the Maker. You don’t know how many letters I wrote, how many nights I laid and prayed over your picture that I could come home to you.

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  Fenris holds the picture to his forehead. It’s a picture of Anders smiling directly at him when he took it. Those amber-gold eyes so full of life and love. Will he ever see those eyes again? Will those arms be open to him when all this is over? Or did Anders mean the words he said in his hurt when they parted?

  Commander Cullen gives the signal, and they stand. One by one they move out and jump from the plane, dropping down into enemy territory. Their target, the hideout of the Imperium’s leader, is below.

  Things go according to plan. Fenris guides them through the maze of underground tunnels and direct them towards the main chamber, taking out guards as they go. It was only after he heard the soft click of a landmine that he knew they was in trouble. There was barely enough time to warn everyone to get back as he jumped to shield the bulk of the group from the blast so they could continue with the mission - they were so close.

  The last image that came to mind was Anders, the love of his life. A smile on his face as he thought at how angry Anders would be at him for giving his life.  

  . . .

  Everything was a haze. Fenris sees Anders, his bright smile and warm eyes, hears his gentle voice. He hears Anders’ shy laugh at a bad joke he made, sees him blush as Fenris asks him to have coffee with him. Feels lips slightly quiver as they meet his in a first kiss. More memories and smiles and laughter and tears. Anders’ face in the throes of passion, looking up at him, eyes filled with such devotion and wonder as words of love tumble over soft parted lips gasping for breath as heated bodies rocked together. Anders shrieking in excitement at his graduation. The tears of their first big fight. The tears when he asked Fenris to move in with him. That ring he had bought just before he got the call that he had been enlisted...

  “Fenris? Fenris! There you are. You gave us a fright there man. Good to have you back! You’re a blightened hero is what you are. Saved the whole bitch-ass mission! What were you thinking though, dude? Jumping in front of a Tevinter turd?”

  Fenris smiled, both at Hawke’s expression for a landmine and at the question asked.

  “Of home”

  _________________________

Fenris stood up straight, and started his walk down the aisle. Everywhere eyes turned towards him. A tunnel brigade of his squad mates stood on either side in their matching formal uniforms of black, white, and gold, holding their swords to their chests in respect.

Fenris walked proudly to the front smirking at Alistair trying not to cry. They all sported similar medals for being the squadron that executed the enemy’s leader triggering the surrender of the Tevinter forces, except for Fenris who also wore the Blue Cross for his exceptional bravery in battle.

He turned and waited at the end of the aisle. Sebastian gave him a smile and a wink.

The music changed and everyone rose to their feet. The men lifted their swords and crossed them, forming an arch as the doors opened for Anders.

Long silken blond hair was loose and falling over his shoulder, dressed in his own Warden formal wear of navy and silver. Elegant black boots came up to his calves, his mage Warden blues with adorned silver showing the curve of his tall frame and broad shoulders.

He blushed prettily and shy at the room full of people all looking at him, but when his eyes met Fenris’ there was nothing else but them.

. . .

“Anders, do you promise to be his, in mind, body, and soul, as long as you both shall live?”

“Wholly and completely, I do.”

“And do you Fenris, promise to be Anders’ in mind, body, and soul, as long as you both shall live?”

“With everything I have and everything I am, I do.”

“Then by the power vested in me by the Chantry and the Maker - I now pronounce you husband and husband!”

Cheers erupted in the room as Anders grabbed Fenris around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

“I am yours Anders, now and forever,” Fenris whispered to his husband over the cheers.

“And I greedily accept every second,” Anders smiled back, “and give you all of me”.

[coleymari-blog]

A War Fought at Home : Chapter 4

Corporal Natsu Dragneel has been through Hell, and unfortunately for him, the ride isn’t quite over. How will a new Rehab program at the local VA help? And will a certain blonde help make matters better?

Modern Military AU. Warnings for mentions of depression and adult language/situations. Other warnings to come as the story progresses. Cross post on AO3 and FF.net.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

"Come on, Dragneel! Be a man and give me ten more!"

Physical Therapy with Elfman eventually became one of Natsu's favorite parts about his day. The chiseled brute was nothing like the cheerleader from Natsu's first day at the VA. After three months of going almost every day, the Marine noticed a definite change in his overall quality of life. Granted his ass was still stuck in his chair but at least his pain had diminished slightly. Although, if he was being honest, his sessions with Elfman usually left him hurting for days.

Natsu growled as he pushed himself further, desperately trying to pull his knees into his rising chest. Beads of sweat were falling to the mat from the tips of his salmon hair, his body shaking as he exerted every ounce of energy he had left. It felt so damn good to maxing himself out again. At the end of the day, if he laid in his bed with his eyes shut, his nerves fired almost like they used to after a fight with Gray. Popsicle Breath wouldn't touch him, though it was probably for the best given his current capacities, but at least he could ride the adrenaline high again.

On the tenth crunch, Natsu collapsed onto the mat, panting as his lungs remembered just how much they actually enjoyed breathing. A lazy grin came to his lips as the buzz flowed through his veins, the familiar fatigue setting in his bones. Flipping himself over onto his stomach, he crawled back to his chair and hoisted himself into it, running his fingers through his damp hair. Next thing he knew, a towel was being thrown at him. "Thanks, Elfman," he mumbled through cotton, "PT was actually work today."

Elfman laughed, clasping Natsu firmly on the shoulder. "Thanks for not being a princess today," he teased, the two men bumping fists. "How are you liking the new schedule? Does it work for you?"

The week prior, Natsu and Elfman had sat down and made the decision to switch the Marine's sessions with his Group Therapy sessions. That way, Natsu could go to PT and shower afterward without having to worry about getting to Group on time. Unfortunately, there had been a few times where he'd had difficulties in the handicapped showers and had rolled into the session late, disrupting whoever was speaking at the time. He felt so terrible about it that it prompted him to ask his Trainer about moving into the Afternoon block.

"This is much better," Natsu remarked casually while gathering his stuff from a nearby bench. The shower room was down the hall from the gym but he didn't keep a locker at the VA like some of the other attendees. "This way Gildarts doesn't bitch me out when I have to choose between getting to Group on time and showering."

Both men laughed together while Natsu made his way to the shower. Rolling into the small antechamber, he threw his gym bag onto the wooden bench before stripping down. Even menial tasks like dressing himself were becoming easier to accomplish, but he still had to make sure he didn't exhaust himself throughout the day. He had a tendency to push his limits and if he wasn't careful, he'd run out of steam by dinner and knock the hell out.

Natsu made his way into the shower stall and lifted himself onto the plastic seat before turning on the water, allowing the scalding liquid to pelt his entire body. Closing his eyes, the pinket tilted his head back against the tile and just sat in the constant stream, the rhythmic pattern lulling him gently. In moments like those, he let his mind wander, following it through whatever rabbit hole it traveled down. Sometimes he relived memories of his days in the Corps, missions with his Fire Team, nights in the barracks with his Rifle Squad telling stories about home. Every now and then he allowed himself some more "private moments" while remembering nights with conquests past, but he rarely was able to finish. Probably because of the whole semi-public shower thing.

Other times Natsu fantasized about what his life would have been like if it weren't for the chair. He dreamed of a day when he'd be back in uniform, playing football with his buddies, kicking Gray's ass, the works. He wished he could walk up to a bar, look the bartender in the eye (preferably a cute one who likes to flirt with the professional line), and stand there feeling the bass fall off the club speakers in waves. Sometimes he even allowed himself to daydream about standing down the aisle in some small Church, standing tall and proud as he waited for the love of his life beside the altar. She used to be a faceless mystery in an ivory gown, just a placeholder for a woman he had yet to find in real life. However, lately, the Marine had surprised himself when in those particular fantasies, when he lifted the veil, instead of nothing he found himself staring into a very familiar set of deep chocolate brown eyes.

For the past few months, Natsu had found himself thinking about Lucy more and more. Every day he went to the VA, he made sure Gray brought him early and picked him up late so he could spend time with his new best friend. They ate lunch together, and she always picked him up from his sessions (even though he now insisted on pushing himself, the other arrangement only lasting about a week). They had even swapped numbers and often texted each other at home.

The pinket wasn't stupid, he knew how dangerous it was to crush on a girl like Lucy. She was a bombshell, a solid 10. Natsu was damaged goods, just barely enough pieces stitched together in order to be considered whole. Lucy was gorgeous, hilarious, gentle, caring, and a million other wonderful things he couldn't even being to name. But Natsu? As long as he was stuck in the wheelchair, he'd never be enough to be more than her friend. She deserved someone who could take her dancing, someone who could take her on beach vacations and skiing trips. She had gone through so much in her life, much like he had, and all he wanted to do was show her how beautiful life could be. Except he couldn't. Natsu was the last possible candidate. A Queen like Lucy needed a King, not the town freak.

Sighing to himself and feeling the hot water run frigid, Natsu turned off the water, toweled off and redressed himself. He knew he could ask one of the staff nurses to come help, but he always felt uncomfortable asking one of the other guys to help him pull up his jeans. He'd taken to wearing actual clothes again over the past couple months, the first time happening by accident because of his family visiting from out of town. Lucy had remarked on how nice he looked and he'd never given his sweatpants a second thought. The downside? Jeans were waaaaay harder to put on when one couldn't even stand on their own.

Natsu plopped himself back into his chair and made his way to the lowered mirror on the wall. His spiked his hair up, adjusted his trademark scarf and grinned wide to check his teeth. Finding nothing wrong apart from his metal tumor, the Marine quickly rolled his way to the front desk, heart racing when his eyes locked on their target.

"Took you long enough, Natsu!" Lucy teased, clicking away at her computer as the pinket parked alongside her desk. Her tea cup was stuck to the tabletop, meaning she hadn't gotten a fresh one in a while and wisps of her golden hair were falling out of her high pony tail. Probably a long day at the office.

"Sorry Mom didn't know you were watching the water bill so closely," he joked back, locking his wheels into place. Didja miss me? Old Natsu was still holding strong in the recesses of New Natsu's mind but the current incarnation had a way better hold of his mouth.

Lucy stuck out her tongue before getting back to work, hurriedly clacking at the keyboard again. Her actions prompted Natsu to take things a bit more seriously.

"Luce, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced in genuine concern. Nothing was more important to him than Lucy's happiness, well, maybe a couple things like walking again but that was just by a hair.

The blonde receptionist huffed, pushing the keyboard away before laying her head on the desk facing Natsu. She had opened her mouth to speak before the two of them were rudely interrupted.

The sound of his patent leather shoes coming down the tiled hallway dragged Natsu's gaze away from Lucy. The man wearing them only made the situation worse.

"How ya doin' Salamander?" the blond spat, standing tall and decorated compared to the seated civilians. Natsu immediately recognized him as Laxus Dreyar, a Staff Sergeant he had met while still in Basic. Needless to say, the two had never really seen eye to eye even before the accident. Laxus stood before the desk, eyeing the two of them with a salacious grin. "Nice wheels. Still down for that rematch you were always begging for?"

Natsu growled slightly before dropping his sights, feeling defeated almost immediately. The Staff Sergeant laughed at his quick win and turned his eyes on Lucy, making the hair on the back of Natsu's neck stand on end.

"Hey Blondie, are you free this Saturday?" Laxus asked, his voice cocky and full of assurance like he knew Lucy would say 'yes'. Natsu was sure she would too if he hadn't turned to look at her, flames practically engulfing her eyes.

"First you insult a decorated veteran, then ask me out in the same breath?" Lucy spat, standing up from her seat on the other side of her desk of Laxus. Natsu watched in awe as she held her ground, not budging so much as an inch. "I'd rather spend my free time with stand up Marines like Corporal Dragneel instead of embarrassments to the uniform."

Laxus was fuming. Natsu was beaming.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, Staff Sergeant…" And with that, Lucy dismissed Laxus without batting an eye, shocking the jackass but elating Natsu. It felt like the biggest victory he'd ever accomplished, her choosing him over someone like Dreyar. Granted, he was a complete asshole and those weren't Lucy's particular cup of tea (so she had explained countless times), but it stroked what little ego Natsu had left to know that she preferred his company to Laxus. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Once they were alone again, and the fire in Lucy's eyes had been (unfortunately) extinguished, the two friends settled into their places again, resuming where they had left off.

"That was the last thing I needed today," Lucy sighed, resting her head in her hands as her elbows propped her up against the tabletop. The longer she took to explain, the more worried Natsu became. It took everything in him to keep from interrogating her.

Eventually, she continued on her own. "My father cut me off this morning." Natsu's eyes went wide at the gravity of the situation. They'd spoken about her father in great detail and she had told him that the possibility was always there. But if Natsu was being honest, he never imagined a father actually cutting ties with their own child. Apparently, Lucy's was a breed of his own. "I only have enough money saved up to continue living in my current apartment for a couple more months but I have a year until I graduate. If I can't find something else, I'll have to suspend my degree and move back home until I can save up enough. Which is exactly what he wants."

Natsu's heart broke, but not for the correct reason. Yeah, it would suck if Lucy couldn't finish her degree on time, but her moving away was simply not an option. He couldn't imagine coming to the VA and not seeing her bright shining smile every morning or texting her every night before finally passing out. However, he did have a lot of free time on his hands. Maybe she wouldn't mind his help?

"Well we can't have that now can we?" Natsu replied playfully. "If you have to look for a new place, do you want company? It's not like I have much of a social life."

Smiling, Lucy shook her head. "I appreciate the offer," she answered, looking at her phone for the time. "Let's say we meet here at the same time you'd usually show up for Group?"

Natsu couldn't have contained the boy like grin if he wanted to. "Sounds like a date to me."