#because apparently it's always lucy's fault

[shiiro-arts]

NATSU IS A HYPOCRITE

People really think that the reason we were upset with natsu when he left to train for a year is that he didn't deserve to grieve.

NO

YOU ARE SO WRONG AND IT BAFFLES ME TBH

Natsu had all the right to leave, and to grieve, healthily or not.

But let's get real for a second

NATSU IS A HYPOCRITE

AND A BIG ONE AT THAT

He had the right to grieve and Lucy had the right to be sad about him leaving her

Imagine the person you are closest with, that you trust the most, basically spend all your days with, someone you love, YOUR BEST FRIEND leaves you WITH A NOTE, AND A REALLY SHORT ONE BFFR

We are not upset that he left to train, we are upset that he left with a shitty note, Lucy and everyone else deserved a physical goodbye, not that.

Now, why do I call Natsu a hypocrite?

What do you think he would do if he came home and found a letter from Lucy saying she was going away to train for a year?

HE JUST WOULDN'T LET HER DO IT

He would go after her as far and long as needed and bring her back, or ignore her wishes and join her (I'm not excusing this behavior)

And How do I know that? Because it already happened.

Remember phantom lord arc? When lucy went to talk to her dad and left them a note saying she was going back home?

Although she was going to leave for A SINGLE DAY? The way Natsu and the others WENT AFTER HER TO BRING HER BACK?

THE WAY IT DIDNT EVEN BE A DAY AND NATSU CRIED THINKING SHE LEFT??????!?

He is a hypocrite, because he did what he would never allow Lucy to do, he cried and went after her after being without her for hours but then he goes and does the same thing, BUT WORSE.

Again, HE HAD THE RIGHT TO LEAVE, but lucy HAD THE RIGHT TO BE SAD BE SO F*CKING FOR REAL

I can't believe I brought this back, again

anyways

[vickyvicarious]

Today's entry is really not Dr. Seward's best on display. He's matter-of-factly drugging his patient and rifling through his belongings. He's daydreaming about a cause worthy enough to justify even greater breaches of ethics than he's already doing. But in amongst these musings, there's some interesting foreshadowing too.

How well the man reasoned; lunatics always do within their own scope. I wonder at how many lives he values a man, or if at only one. He has closed the account most accurately, and to-day begun a new record. How many of us begin a new record with each day of our lives? To me it seems only yesterday that my whole life ended with my new hope, and that truly I began a new record.

Seward's interest in Renfield's skillful reasoning "within [his] own scope" and subsequent curiosity at how he measures the worth of men is of course ironic. He himself has been guilty of reasoning that only goes so far because of his own bias (about this guy in particular, in fact) and also values lives differently depending on the person. Or at least in different ways - we'll see the distinct difference between how he cares for Lucy in her illness (even when there is a question of potential 'madness') versus how he has behaved with Renfield. Obviously, there's other factors at play there too, but I can't help but think of the distinction here, particularly when it comes right before he moves on to thinking more directly about Lucy.

Renfield ends his first account when Seward denies him a cat, and eats all his birds to put a close to the whole process. But then he begins anew the next day. Seward muses about endings and beginnings, and claims that to him it feels like only yesterday that his life "ended with [his] new hope." This refers of course to Lucy rejecting him, and his beginning again was our first introduction to his audio diary. By his count, we're already on his second record. And those of us who have read the book before can recognize that a third will be coming up. Once again, a loss of Lucy will mark the end of his account - according to him, but then he will have to start again when he's inducted into the vampire-hunting. And that's when, as I've seen other people joking about, he gets his "strong, unselfish cause to make [him] work" - but it's far from happiness. (Though he in particular does get a line about savage delight in killing vampite!Lucy, it's another instance of unfulfilled potential in a way. The statement is anticipatory, and when it comes time to actual kill her, Jack is firstly the support, and secondly recognizes it as a terrible task. If he were the one staking, would he take a savage joy in doing so as he expected, or would it be a burden he bore out of love for the woman she was, as Arthur did? He actively participates in beheading her afterwards, in filling her mouth with garlic, in sealing her up. We don't hear his thoughts on any of that in any depth, and that happened after she apparently returned to her former self in death anyway, so... who knows.)

So it will be until the Great Recorder sums me up and closes my ledger account with a balance to profit or loss.

This line is also really interesting. In line of what happens later - both in how important records are throughout this story, and also in the epilogue making it clear that the entire book we've read is a preserved account.

But it also draws a comparison with Renfield's notebook. When Seward looked in it previously, he directly compared Renfield to an accountant, balancing numbers representing what we now know represent lives. This wording is kind of placing Renfield in the position of God; at the least imitating a Godly approach. That also goes along with what happens later on with Mina being burned by the Host and the characters seeming to interpret that as God deeming her unworthy (marked down as 'a loss') for no fault of her own.* It could link back to that line about reasoning within one's own scope again. I'm reminded of this excellent meta by @animate-mush which talks about how transgressing or occupying multiple roles is key in so many ways throughout this book. Staying within one's (typical/expected) scope is limiting, while Doing Both is strengthening. A madman's reasoning only goes so far - but then again, so does his doctor's. In that sense, having a straightforward binary of profit/loss is unhelpful. But of course, all this is happening within the context of the Good People fighting Bad Vampires book. As a rule, the novel doesn't delve too deeply into realizing moral dilemmas, even though it raises the question of them multiple times. So this whole line of thought I've been led down by these lines is kind of another instance of that, and there's no clear resolution to it. But it's interesting to think about.

*Pretty sure I've read at least one meta suggesting the mark was actually a warning to instill the necessary sense of urgency they needed to motivate them to save her before it became too late. That it was never meant as a mark of shame at all. In this case it's fully the characters' own limited view affecting their understanding of the situation, and the accountant view of a God tallying up more 'objective' pluses and minuses is lessened.

[zenlesszonezero]

[ternfic]

Reboot

Chapter Fourteen

They wasted no time putting together a search and rescue for survivors. Bad Cop and Benny both volunteered to help with the effort, and left with Mayhem. One of the palace guards cuffed Emmet before he could escape- apparently that one had noticed him in Rex’s company- and prodded him toward one of the surviving shuttles. Thankfully Metalbeard and Unikitty came to his rescue, convincing the guard to let him go with them and ushering him away.

“Lucy!” he cheered when he saw her again, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He didn’t miss the way she stiffened in his hold, and pulled back to stare at her. “Lucy…?”

She was giving him a wary stare, subtly changing her stance to throw him as far away from her as possible if he made any sudden moves.

There was no recognition in her gaze.

He couldn’t find his voice for a minute. She’d actually forgotten him. “Lucy, it’s me… Emmet, remember? The Special? Remember the Piece of Resistance?” She only continued to stare uncomprehendingly at him. “You can’t have forgotten how mad you were that it chose me, when you’d been searching for it for so long…”

“Em…” Realization dawned, and she looked horrified. “Oh my god,” she breathed. “I can’t believe I forgot- Emmet I am so sorry-”

He blinked away tears, smiling at her. “It’s okay. You remembered.” He leaned into her when she pulled him close, holding onto him as tightly as she dared, murmuring apology after apology to him. “Lucy, it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

Someone nearby cleared their throat. “Ah, actually, usually the first memories to go are the unwanted ones…” Business said. The friends turned to stare at him. Emmet’s heart sank into his shoes.

Watevra glared at the former president. “Even I know that was the wrong thing to say,” she admonished.

Business coughed. “Well it’s not like there’s a delicate way to put it…”

“You wanted to forget me...?” Emmet asked, giving Lucy a betrayed look.

“Emmet, it’s not like that-”

“Is that really why you told me no?”

“Look, this is kind of a bad time for this-”

“You always say that,” Emmet interrupted. “Will there ever be a good time?”

“I…” Lucy bit her lip, glancing away. Emmet sighed.

“Wait,” Metalbeard murmured as he realized something. He narrowed his good eye at Business. “Ye know about the brainwashing?”

Business frowned in confusion at the sudden change of topic, then paled when he realized he’d been caught. “Uh- I mean-”

“Did ye have anything to do with this?!” the pirate thundered.

“No!” Business yelped. “I swear I didn’t!”

“Brainwashing?” Watevra asked, utterly lost.

“I swear to The Man Upstairs, if ye had even the slightest bit to do with all this-”

“What do you mean by ‘brainwashing’?” Watevra demanded. “Sirius, what are they talking about? Do you know what’s going on?”

“Sirius?” Unikitty parroted. “Wait, you mean your first name isn’t Lord?”

“No, my first name isn’t Lord,” Business grumbled. “Yes, I know what’s going on, and no, nobody here has anything to do with it.”

“T’ain’t that Dangervest fellow the General mentioned, is it?”

“No, Rex doesn’t have anything to do with it either,” Emmet murmured. That earned him a few suspicious looks. “He means ‘nobody here’ as in ‘nobody in our reality’. Right?”

Business sighed at the multitude of confused stares they were being given. “Alright everyone. Might as well sit down, this is gonna take a bit.” They settled into the shuttle’s seats. Business told the driver to take them back to the palace (which, from a distance, still looked to be intact) before beginning his story. “What I’m about to tell you probably isn’t going to make much sense, but I promise every bit of it is the truth. I know you all remember me as having just… taken off to go play golf, of all things, but what really happened was that… after I was ‘defeated’, I was abandoned. Set aside because I’d played out my part of the story and was no longer of any use. I had to sit and watch as my city was destroyed by two squabbling siblings, and I was helpless to do anything about it.” Emmet gave him an empathetic look, and Business remembered he wasn’t the only one who’d paid a visit to the Realm of The Man Upstairs. He suddenly realized what that must have been like for the young man, to watch helplessly as Business hurt his friends, and fought not to flinch. “But then the little girl noticed me left aside, and since the boy clearly had no interest in me anymore, she brought me here. Gave me a second chance, to really be one of the good guys.” He shrugged. “I did the best I know how.”

“But that don’t really explain the brainwashing bit,” Metalbeard pointed out.

Emmet tapped his chin as he thought. “It does, though. If she has her own ideas and interpretations of who we are, and she’s the one in control of our reality now…”

“…Then we change in accordance with who she thinks we are,” Lucy finished, and shuddered. “I don’t like this. Those beings- The Man Upstairs- they really have that much control over us? Is there any way to stop them?”

“I’m more worried about stopping Dangervest,” Watevra spoke up. “He’s the more immediate of our concerns, and the more accessible. I’ll worry about fighting gods another day.” She turned to Emmet. “You were with him. You seem to know him pretty well. What can you tell us about him?”

Emmet scratched his head. “Well, my story’s probably going to be even less believable than President Business’, but…”

Emmet finished his tale by the time they arrived at the palace. Much to their relief, it had been unharmed, and Watevra took a moment to give orders to Mayhem to bring the refugees there. The others disembarked; only Watevra and Emmet held back, the latter unsure of how welcome he would be after his story. He gave Watevra a questioning look. She stared back at him, big blue eyes unblinking.

“…This really wasn’t how I imagined our first meeting would go,” she admitted after an uncomfortable stretch of silence.

Emmet gave her a weak smile. “What did you imagine?”

“Something a lot happier than this, that’s for sure.” She trembled, her bold hues fading to muted blues and grays. “I know I wasn’t really… alive then, but… I can still remember feeling your warmth and kindness. I can’t even begin to imagine the kind of devastation Rex must have felt for someone like you to become someone like him. And- and to choose to hold onto all that rage and pain, and take it out on us… To want to destroy everything, and actually have the power to do so…” She blinked tears out of her eyes, manifesting hands to wipe them from her face. “Dad, I’m scared.”

His face turned beet red at being called ‘dad’, but he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her, doing his best to give the comfort she was looking for now that she no longer had to put on a brave face for her subjects. She sniffled into his shoulder. “Me too,” he admitted. “But we’ll get through this. There’s still hope; he’s not completely lost. I just need to figure out how to reach him…”

[baileys-3]

NEW CHAPTER ONLINE on AO3

Sneak Peak:

Genny is walking across the baseball field, lost in her thoughts and not paying much attention to her surroundings. She's thinking about tomorrow and all the things she needs to get done. But before that, she has to help Tim clean up his training equipment and then pick up Mat from her neighbors. It's a relief that she lives next door to an elderly couple who are always happy to look after Mat for a few hours. Being a single mom can be tough, but it's been that way since the last year of her marriage to Rob. Not that he was much help with the kids anyway, even when they were still together.

"Hey mum. Can Blake and I throw a few more balls?" Tyler startles her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, sure." The two boys cheer and immediately start throwing balls at each other. Even now, after training, they still haven't had enough. Which is surprising, because Tim and Lucy chased the boys around the pitch so much that they were all dripping with sweat by the end. And yet, at the end of the training session, the boys were all happy and beaming. It seemed like they couldn't believe what they were capable of. Genny doesn't want to complain about Tyler's former coach, he had a rather cozy and familiar manner, not taking the job so seriously. It's not entirely his fault though, as he only took the job out of necessity, just like his predecessors apparently did. Tim and Lucy seem to be the first to have found an approach to the boys, if the parents' conversations in the stands are to be believed. And the two of them are an amazing combination. Tim, with all his expertise and the eye that you need to have as a coach. And Lucy, who has this likeable manner and simply knows how to deal with people. And apparently also with boys of this age. She even reckons that at least half the team have developed a little crush on Lucy. Judging by the giggles. And how they sometimes turned red in the face.

During training, something fascinating happened. Genny joined Lisa, Samantha, and Anne shortly after the start of training. She realized Tim would no longer need her. As time went on, more and more parents joined them, and a lively conversation about the two new coaches and the team ensued. The parents were enthusiastic, and Genny completely understood their excitement. She had seen many training sessions, but never one like this. Some parents even asked if the two coaches could continue, or if Genny could get them interested in doing so. Genny doesn't think the chances are high because both coaches have jobs that demand a lot of time and involve overtime. However, there's no harm in trying.

When she arrives to the sides where Tim and Lucy already started tidying up, Lucy is handing Tim a baseball bat, which he stows away in the front pocket of a bag. Genny kneels down next to the small trolley they are using to transport the equipment. She picks up the helmet lying next to the trolley and starts to help tidy up. Or rather, loading the equipment onto the small trailer.

She doesn't waste time; she gets straight to the point. There's no need to beat about the bush." I think you two should co-coach. You were great together. "

Tim's rebuff comes straight away: "Oh, no, no. I'm -- I'm ready to hand over the reins entirely."

She's not at all surprised. But Lucy chimes is right away, not letting Tim quit so fast. "Not a chance."

Genny decides that this is a wonderful opportunity to push the two of them a little. She is so curious and is almost certain that there is something going on between her brother and Lucy. It's all these little signs.

"No, but seriously. I saw today why you work so well together."

And indeed! Her brother starts stuttering. That never happens to him, except when Lucy is brought up, whether directly or indirectly." I-I ... It's just, uh ..."

So, Lucy immediately jumps in, as an attempt to save Tim from total self-destruction. "We spend so much time together on..." and immediately corrects herself. Which is totally suspicious. "... out on the job."

Tim can only contribute an "Mm-hmm." Genny has to be careful not to smile too obviously. Tim doesn't know where to look at all. She's hit the bull's eye. The confirmation of this comes when Lucy suddenly changes the subject entirely.

[itsybitsybatsy]

I've been lurking in the G/t community for long enough, so I figure it's about time I introduce my OCs! They're the main characters of my current WIP called "Dwindle and Diminish".

Basic premise? Sizeshifter protagonist participates in a fantasy heist, with the catch that he's cursed to slowly shrink away into nothing so long as he has these powers. Now he's on a quest to find the cursed contract that gave him these strange abilities and destroy it, before he completely shrinks away into nothing altogether. In the meantime, he learns how to not only accept his situation but take advantage of it, utilizing every new shrunken size to its maximum potential in his quest to become a master thief.

Anyway, meet Emory Bloom (shifter) and Lucy Fox (normie), the two main protagonists of Dwindle!

(Apologies for using a Picrew instead of drawing the characters myself 😔 I unfortunately lack any real art skills, so hopefully this will suffice instead!)

A few years ago, Lucy got into a car wreck that killed her entire family, leaving her as the sole survivor - unfortunately, that same accident also left her in a heavily vegetative state. Emory, one of her only living relatives, took charge as her primary caregiver, and has sacrificed his life and happiness to give her the best quality of life he can. But with little to no support system to help, Em consistently feels inadequate and wishes he could do more.

One day, Em is presented with the chance of a lifetime: accept a curse that will steal away about a foot in height, and in exchange receive the magical powers needed to restore Lucy's health to her pre-accident condition. This seems like a pretty sweet deal on paper, but it quickly becomes apparent that the contract is trying to steal a lot more than just twelve inches.

Determined to put a stop to his shrinking curse, Em and Lucy put together a team of thieves to help them steal the contract draining his soul before it's too late. All the while Emory finds new and inventive ways to take advantage of his dwindling state to help him become a better thief.

Basic personalities:

Emory (initially 6'3" but gradually shrinking) - responsible, mature, and very polite to strangers, but with a profoundly sharp wit and deadpan/sarcastic sense of humor around loved ones. He's very patient and empathetic, and strongly characterized by his intense loyalty to Lucy (as well as everyone he cares about). Has a problem with being self-sacrificial, associating his worth as a person with his ability to care for others. As a result, he can be a bit of a pushover at times. He used to have a passion for his aquarium hobby, but gave up a lot of his own personal interests in order to invest more of himself into Lucy's care. Now that her health is restored and she doesn't need a caregiver anymore, Em is slowly rediscovering all those passions again.

Lucy (5'4") - fierce and passionate, very artistic and creative and pours herself into everything she does. Can be loud and abrasive and impatient, but that's how you know she likes you. Because when she's genuinely mad, her rage is cold and silent and terrifying. Loves reading, writing, art, and cooking. Any kind of artistic pursuit is something she will gladly experiment with. However, she's also burdened by a strong weight of guilt. She blames herself for the car accident that killed her family, she blames herself for Em giving up his happiness to take care of her, and most of all she blames herself for Em taking on the curse to restore her health. She sees this as her fault, and therefore her responsibility to fix - no matter the cost.

For years, Em acted as Lucy's caregiver. But as Em becomes increasingly smaller, that dynamic switches - now, Lucy is the one responsible for taking care of Em instead of the other way around. And for Em, who considers his existence to be a burden and that he must always take care of others in order to prove his worth (and also has a boatload of trust issues)...well, you can imagine that he doesn't handle this change very well.

Anyway, I'd be happy to elaborate on the story and characters if anyone is curious! I understand things are a lot less interesting since I don't have any visuals to show you (curse my lack of art skills!), but hopefully this gave you all a good sense of their personalities and dynamic!

[outrunningthedark]

Just got an error message two times when trying to answer someone, so here you go, nonnie.

[Text version] Anonymous asked: This fandom and its “if you don’t like it don’t watch it propaganda” like they don’t consider that someone like me still bitch about this show cause I used to love it so much and it hurts me to see it ruined in this way and I still have hope that it can be saved. And its “ you don’t like this character/ writer cause she’s a female”, it’s not like that for example I adore Andrew, but I still have nightmares about whatever it was 6x08 "Don't like, don't watch" is good advice when you're addressing "fans" who can find NOTHING to be happy about, but tbh...it goes back to what myself and a few others have said re: fandom treating the show like a fanfic. "Don't like, don't read?" Perfectly reasonable. Fanfics cater to specific characters/pairings/tropes and we are able to filter search results to leave out things we aren't interested in. When it comes to watching tv, however...especially with a show like 9-1-1 or other crime/procedural dramas...there is bound to be at least ONE thing viewers latch onto and will make time (while switching channels during the original broadcast or fast-forwarding through the replay on a streaming service).

I find the bitchiness a little...two-faced, for lack of a better term, at least within the Buddie fandom. How are you (gen) gonna tell people everything is headed in a clear direction (and it's not just framed as speculation; when others question the thought process they're told they're just too stupid to understand the narrative - an actual thing that has been said, lol), but then get angry when those same folks (who you wanted to seem smarter than) point out inconsistencies or that things feel far from optimistic?

Is it because you don't want to be reminded of how wrong you were mere months ago? Or you don't want to think about the faith you may have (incorrectly) placed in this show to not be like the ones before it?

The "you don't like this character because she's female" argument is silly when the issue isn't that the woman in question is terrible, but that the show "cleaned her up" so she could portray a love interest (as if the audience was just supposed to forget what they'd seen and heard):

Shannon -> Eddie stuck up for her because he felt like it was his fault that she left (which she made him believe, but then when Eddie *is* present in Christopher's life and co-parenting with her...she's like "Still haven't figured out how to do this whole motherhood thing, sorry!" Having Eddie back helped, but he wasn't the problem. Shannon never made peace with being a mother relatively young (losing her freedom), nor did she make peace with the "added stress" that comes with raising a child that is physically disabled.

Ana -> Apparently never said an ableist thing in her life despite how her introductory episode made it VERY clear that her approach to the skateboarding incident was the wrong one. (And because I always think it's worth noting - Andrew Meyers spelled out that the episode would touch on a disability issue when he specifically put the term ABLE-BODIED in the opening scene: "Attention, citizens of the Internet. We are calling upon every able-bodied viewer for another adrenalized tour of duty for Shay's Army.")

Taylor -> Nobody acknowledges how she wanted to mess with Bobby for the sake of her career in season two. Buck is all-too-pleased to see her again. Zero hesitation. (He's the one person who knew the only reason that footage never made the air is because of her bosses.) Then there was her calling Buck out for not being a good friend...despite never having been a friend to him, either...and the tears for her tv audience...and telling other people's stories because she doesn't want to tell her own...meaning she's allowed to keep her private life private, but anyone else is fair game...one big "ick" all around.

Lucy doesn't apply to the above (unless you count editing her scenes to see how the audience would accept her in the aftermath of 5x11/5x13, I guess), but people are forgetting that many were actually ROOTING for her to be the new Lena (Buck's Version). Yes! Give Buck a female coworker who isn't a lesbian or much older than him and LET THEM BE FRIENDS! Especially when he already had a girlfriend!

If people want to make excuses for the cheating arc (that amounted to nothing in the end - so much for "narrative purpose") or want to swoon over pretty people making out, have at it. But the other side is entitled to reject a version of canon they never asked for. Fans complaining on their OWN BLOGS is not in the same stratosphere as anybody who had no shame in leaving negative insta comments directed at the actress involved.

Finally, as for not liking a writer 'cause she's a woman...Who hates Lyndsey? Or Taylor Wong? And I'm pretty sure we all thought highly of Kristen until Tim opened his mouth about 4x14 and we (then) saw what the show was turning into under her control. Ignorance truly was bliss.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

No after figure we're not 😭😭

AWWW HONEYYY NO 😭😭😭🥺🥺💔❤️

Well yeah but he can decide to break up with you too

But yeah honey totally valid :(((

Hmm not always though Tim

Oop true 😳

Punishing yourself like everyone else 😬

OOP that's the tea o.o

Bitesize therapy where you can't escape xD

Hmm

"Bailey" NO CELINA'S HERE ASK BAILEY

GORL I WAS RIGHT O.O

Celina's face XDD

SLFKGHDS YEP

Yeahhh diseases xD

LOL

Idiots xD

Yeppp slfkdjs

Oop Emma :O

UH OHHH

OHH NOOO

Uh ohh

OHHH BLOOD

Crap

Oh noo

?

Dead :(((

Poor girl 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺

Yeeeah she shouldn't be here

OOP yep dibs xD

Hmm nah there's gonna be an issue with her xD

Yeah probably not

But also near murder apparently lol

Yep xD

Yeah it's not great but it's an option

Okay whatever you say

"Took the words right out of my mouth" LOL

You needed to say it

Yeah :)

Yeah o.o

Dang all y'all right there lol

Ik it's your job lol but

Old zoo o.o

Yk memories xD

UH OH

Oh gosh :O ayyy she's okay!!!

Awww poor girl :(( 😭😭

It's not your fault honey <33

Right forgot which one was which, anyway interesting that he killed Emma first

Maybe just chance

Yeah real :(

Awww honey 😭

Honeyy tell the truth if you know it

Ahh because she escaped :(

Wasn't she already dead? Oh like kill her too

Oop suspicious old look out

The baby thing is sensitive to everyone too :(

Well kids in general

Maybe not Tim and Lucy but they have their own problems lol

Oope

I doubt he's in there

OPE O.O

Nahh there's gotta be somebody else involved

And there's already flies

Maybe they did it? Idek

His wife??

They're like "yeeeah he's dead"

Hmm okay hours

Ah crap right o.o

But she's there-

Okay phew

Hmm still suspicious

Oogh that look at the camera

OPE

Agh gosh

OH NO knife o.o

I wonder if she killed and now is just in it and thinks she needs to run? Idek

Agh gosh what a complicated place to run in xd

Yeeah that's annoying

Thissss is annoying

If somebody sees her and they slightly misspeak 😬

OOP she running

Uh oh

Why is that rando just walking by o.o

Aww honey :(((

Poor girl 😭

Awww 😭😭

This is wild

This is amazing acting though :(

OOP she killed both o.o

Awww honey 😭😭😭💔

Oogh those screams

This is so good but just ouch 😭

Wow

That was amazing but so sad :((

[chloehazeljane]

"The Atom Bomb" by Chloe HazelJane

Original Post On: chloehazeljane.com

2149

Lucius Abaddon was the President’s son. That was all he was and all he had ever been. From the moment his mother had died and his father had used her death as the base of his first Senate campaign—and every campaign after that—all hope of another life had been lost. So when Alec Abaddon had pushed the button to release the United States’s nukes and started a chain reaction of destruction as, in retaliation, other world leaders did the same, the fault had fallen on Lucius too. It didn’t matter that he was the one who had walked into his father’s bunker with a gun he’d taken off a Secret Service officer and shot Alec in the face with it, ending his tyrannical term. He was still the President’s son.

He took a deep breath, sucking the air in through his teeth. The air of New York City, like that of the rest of the country, was no longer as arid as it had been when he had first arrived after the bunkers had opened. Though, he supposed he should probably stop thinking of this land as the United States. It wasn’t and it never would be again. The world had already been dying from the intensity of extreme weather and pollution, and the bombs had rocked the world enough to send most of the land underwater. As far as they knew, this was the only land left. They had to assume everything else was gone because hoping anything else was true would make moving on that much harder.

The roar of the Atlantic tide was like static in his ears, as he stared out at the swirling blue-grey water. He was standing at the memorial site for the World Trade Center, the story of which had always felt like a faraway tale to him, as much history as the American Revolution was. Nearly a century and a half later, it couldn’t be much else.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” The voice coming from behind him was too familiar. It was a voice that did nothing more than remind him there was nothing he could do to stop the circle of societal destruction the world had so long been plagued with. It was and would always be one tyrant after another, regardless of intention. Callix was a fool to think otherwise.

“Yes, and I thought you had gotten the memo,” he said, turning to face Callix Martinez, leader of the New World. “It’s been years.”

Callix shrugged. “I’ve had people looking for you the entire time, Lucius, but apparently you’re good at keeping yourself hidden.” He sighed. “I want to talk. I have since the moment you left. You hardly gave me a chance to explain my plans for this country.”

Lucius stared at him. It was like looking at his father, though he and Callix looked nothing alike. Callix was young, a few years Lucius’s senior, with wild dark hair and skin a dark shade of taupe. His eyes were green as the grass was finally once again growing to be. Alec had looked much like Lucius, his hair silver and his complexion somewhere between white and brown, though the two did not share their eyes. Alec’s had been brown, but Lucius had his mother’s eyes, eyes like a glass of cognac. But it wasn’t literal appearance that made Alec and Callix mirror images of each other. Callix had noble intentions, but so had Alec, in the beginning. At least, Lucius thought so.

“Lucie—”

“Don’t call me that.” Lucius’s voice snapped like a whip, and he saw Callix’s shoulders tense. “You asked for my opinion, I gave it to you, and you ignored it. So I left. Because I won’t be associated with what you’re doing. Why can’t you just leave it at that?”

“I asked for your opinion because I value it, and yes, I didn’t agree with it but that didn’t mean I wanted you to leave,” Callix said. “I understand that you’re worried about the power dynamic, but you staying is exactly what could help keep it in check. Opposition is a good thing.”

“You say that now, but so did my father, at first,” Lucius said. “And then he started tearing down political institutions from the inside and talking about how what this country really needed was a king. He tried to create a kingdom for himself instead of doing his duty as a keeper of democracy, and your response to his failed coup is to turn what’s left of our home into an empire with you as its king. A king chosen by the people, sure, but a king all the same. Maybe it won’t be you, but someday down the line, one of your successors will become exactly the type of person that put us where we are today. I can’t support that. I won’t.”

Callix shook his head. “No, I’ll set it up in a way that won’t happen.” 

“You know you can’t do that. You know that it doesn’t matter what you do. You can’t control the future.”

“You’re still mad about Rowan,” Callix said, hesitancy in his voice. “I know that’s part of this.”

Rowan. Rowan with soft skin the color of black coffee. Rowan with a laugh so deep it was like it was coming from the core of the earth itself. Rowan who somehow managed to always keep himself composed, even in the face of a literal apocalypse. Rowan who tasted like joy and honey and smelled like eucalyptus leaves. Rowan who had died defending Callix’s empire.

He felt his eyes darken. “Stop it.”

Callix did not stop it. “He believed in it, Lucius. He helped me build it. You know Rowan—”

“He believed in you, Callix, not the plan. And see where that got him.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No? Because I seem to recall it being your ideas that got him killed. And not just him either.” Lucius’s chest was hot, the pit of feebly contained fire in his stomach breaking through his ribs. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t think about his father or the idea of returning to Callix’s side as he fortified his empire’s heart in the rubble of Chicago, and he certainly couldn’t think about Rowan or anyone else he had lost in the years since his father’s third inauguration. “Why don’t we talk about Carlos?”

He knew he was off base. Carlos had been Callix’s best friend, practically his brother, and his death was far from his fault, though he blamed himself for it. He didn’t need another reminder of it. But it was what he got for bringing up Rowan. 

“Fine.” Callix exhaled. “Just know you’re always welcome back at my court—my home.You’re right. Becoming your father is something I could do very easily. And nobody knows what he was like more than you. I could use your advice.”

When Lucius said nothing, Callix nodded and turned his back. Lucius wondered if he should call after him—continue their conversation or tell him he would return to Chicago with him—but he couldn’t bring himself to. To support Callix was to support empire-building, and to support empire-building was to support his father’s beliefs, something he could never allow himself to do.

But if there was one thing Callix was right about, it was that opposition was a good thing, and while he wouldn’t do it within the walls of the newly constructed Martinez Palace, opposition was something Lucius could create. He would hold the monarchy accountable. If they ever stepped out of line, he would be the atom bomb that destroyed them and took back the world. On the very ground where he stood, he would build the Abaddon Rebellion.

[motownfiction]

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⭐ share a snippet where a character is the best at something

Maggie’s not sure what it is about Charlie that makes him so special. But every year he grows, he just gets better and better. He’s got a smile that could power the whole town. Before his third birthday, he can whistle any tune you give him. He walks into his first day of first grade whistling a happy tune like Anna and Louis in The King and I. By the end of the year, he can play “Heart and Soul” like nobody’s business. He plays it at the talent show in June of 1976.

“Hoagy Carmichael, watch out!” Maggie yells in the midst of the audience’s cheers.

Her husband leans over and whispers to her, pressing his nose into her ear.

“Maggie Doyle, watch out,” he says. “You don’t want them thinking you have a favorite.”

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

Here, in this motel room, she is twenty years old, and she is in love with him. The days of pink gel pens and sugary sweet crushes are over. Elenore has fallen in love with Charlie, like she always thought she would. Like she always thought she could, if they lived in a world where he would ever give her a shot.

👩‍💻 share a snippet that you worked on for a long time or struggled with

i don't think i particularly struggled with this piece (the conclusion to sadie's part in first of may), but it did apparently take more than a month for me to finish it. november and december of last year were so much work! here's part:

Sadie sighs and sits at the foot of the bed, parallel to Sam, the place where she belongs. She really looks at him for a long time. Maybe ten whole seconds. Sometimes, she almost forgets he’s just her twin. Sometimes, he feels like so much more. Like he’s her eyes when she closes her own.

“You know, this is all your fault,” she says.

Sam scoffs in mock surprise. He presses his hand to his heart like a parody of a Southern belle. Sadie can’t help but laugh, just a little.

“Me?” he asks. “What did I do?”

“I keep thinking about this one time, about two years ago, I think,” Sadie says. “Mom and Lucy ambushed you with that college visit in Ohio. Do you remember?”

Sam snorts.

“Oh, yeah,” he says. “That’s the kind of thing you don’t just forget.”

“Right. Well, anyway. I keep thinking about what you said to me that day. You asked if I ever thought about how you and I are different.”

“Yeah. I remember that, too. You said you thought about it all the time.”

“Yeah, well, I was telling the truth. I do think about how we’re different. Except I don’t know if I know who I am. I know … I know you’re a genius, and I know you’re funny. I know you were always more willing to put yourself out there, to get rejected, to be wrong … just so you could say you tried. I know you like The Replacements, and when the college rock stations are on, I usually prefer The Pogues … but that’s about it for comparisons between us. I feel like … I feel like I know exactly who you are. But I don’t know what makes me different.”

She looks up at Sam, not really sure how she expects him to react. And in truth, she really didn’t expect anything in particular. She just didn’t think he would sit there and shake his head.

💅 share a snippet showing a character embracing their lgbtqness

“I’m standing around,” Sam says. “I could have given the first bite to myself. But I’m not doing that. I’m giving it to you. That’s how nice I am.”

Eddie chuckles and takes Sam’s hand in his.

“I would never describe you as nice,” Eddie says.

“How would you describe me, then?” Sam asks. “Am I an asshole? Because I’ve always had a sneaking suspicion.”

“You’re not an asshole, Sam.”

“Then why am I not nice?”

“Because that’s reductive. Nice means stupid. You’re … I don’t think they have a word for what you are. But if they ever do, you’ll be the one who invents it.”

Sam feels himself blushing like a kid. He knows it’s a line. But it’s a good line, and dammit, if he’s not a sucker for a good line.

[alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer]

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#this post is thanks to the 2 presentations we did in my 2 person class today &somehow we picked the same exact theme for both presentations

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

judging by how many wips I have where alastair is gravely injured, you would think I hate him or want him to get hurt. the opposite is true, in fact. I want him to be taken care of. doted on, even. my man needs a break. he does so much and is constantly taken for granted. if this is what it takes for people to realize that he might not always be there, well...

58 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#4

this is kind of a niche reference but I want a scene for cordelia like that scene in fhsy when adaine went into her sister's memories and saw all of the times that their parents were cruel to adaine and how her sister started to loathe herself for never saying anything. I want cordelia to look back on all of the times that elias treated her as a golden child, all of the times he berated alastair and praised her in the same breath, and feel guilty. I want her to regret never being able to protect him. I want her to feel angry that she was ever in that position in the first place. I want her to be able to accept that she was a child, and alastair was a child, and it's no one's fault except Elias'. I want her to realize that it was never her responsibility to protect Alastair and it was never Alastair's responsibility to protect her, but he did and she didn't and that's a guilt that she'll just need to learn to live with. I want her to realize that it's not too late and she can still repair her relationship with her brother. it might not be living in a bunk bed at the top of a wizard's tower but I need cordelia and alastair to be able to label what happened as abuse and heal from it together.

78 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#3

sometimes I remember how alastairs sole advice to his sister in her marriage was "being treated badly by someone doesn't make you love them more" ...and yet there are still people who defend ch*rles 😪

86 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

#2

apparently it's now canon that the reason elias' death year is wrong on the family tree is because some bitch named esme hardcastle asked alastair when his father died and he was like "idk he's been dead to me since like 1894" and she said "okay bet"

93 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the interaction between alastair and charles where charles tells him that barbara died and alastair asks if thomas is okay and charles goes "i thought you hated those fellows" and alastair simply says "no" despite saying to cordelia literally 15 minutes earlier "let's never talk to those terrible people ever again" is the alastair equivalent of lucie complaining that thomas wont let anyone see his tattoo and alastair saying "I'd like to see it" and thomas immediately rolling up his sleeve

309 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

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[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

So a scenario (please please please feel free to ignore it if it's not your liking, no pressure on you, I really really appreciate your hardwork and I love your writing thank you so much for all of this amazing fanfics you keep bringing) where f! Mc urges Lucifer to take break from his relentless overworking but Luci refuses and says something harsh which he didn't mean, Mc get's extreamly upset and leaves the house to get fresh air but she got kidnapped which Luci didn't realise till 2-3 days because he put spells on his office door to keep away his brothers and MC's whinning but when he comes out he sees whole house on rampage Because mc was missing and they can't sense anything with pact Because it was fading and Everyone is extremely angry at Luci, Luci realises his mistake and finds his Mc almost half dead where before falling into coma Mc makes Luci realise how much they (his brothers & Mc) all need him to be physically with all of them and Mc ends up in Coma, end it with fluff (wake mc up) please I beg you 😖 I know you love angst but I don't think I can take more angst I cried whole night yesterday after reading your "A question of time", love you and please take care of yourself ~ 💜

House of Stone (Lucifer x GN!MC)

There you were, skipping into his office as you always did, the softest smile gracing your lips as you reached his desk, leaning over it to look at him, but he didn’t look at you. There was no time to play your games, there was no time for anything, not when Lord Diavolo had his desk constantly stacked with paperwork that needed to be completed. He didn’t mind doing it, not before you came along, but now there was the constant pressure of keeping you occupied and satisfied while also trying to complete the never ending work pile. His pride never allowed him to put you at the top of his list of priorities because as much as he cares about you, he needed his Lord's respect, and he owed it to him as well. “Lucifer, you should take a break. You’re working too much, and way too hard. We’re all worried about you.” Your voice broke through his thoughts and his head whipped up to look at you finally. His eyes narrowed, and he found it almost laughable that you’d try to have a say in how much or how little he worked. He scoffed at you, flicking his wrist to shoo you out of his office. “I don’t need your opinion, or your worry, Y/N. If you’d stay out of my office and let me concentrate, maybe I could actually get something done. You think you can do that?” 

For once you didn’t put up an argument, you actually backed away from his desk and left his office quietly. He knew that what he had said was out of line, but as always, his pride kept him from going after you to apologize, well, it kept him from apologizing at all. You meant well, but he also had to finish his work, and it’s not like what he said wasn’t entirely true. If everyone would just leave him be for a little longer he could finish what he had to get done and maybe he could actually get some rest, which is what everyone was apparently worried about. The door was quickly put under a spell, no one would come in and no one would get out, and by no one, it meant him. He wouldn’t allow himself to leave until every single sheet of paper on his desk was read and signed off, no matter how time consuming or exhausting it was, he would get it done. Along with what was basically a locking spell, he also soundproofed the room, the only noises he could hear was his own breathing and the sound of pen against paper as he scribbled his name at the bottom of each paper. What he hadn’t heard was the sound of the front door slamming shut and all his brothers begging and pleading for you not to leave, and then the sound of their fists pounding against the door to his office as they tried to tell him that you had left. 

How much time had passed since he had snapped at you, since that spell had been placed on the door? He’s not sure, and if it wasn’t for the coffee pot that he had set up in his office, he would have figured out sooner, but the fact that he was able to survive somehow on solely coffee and stale bread while he was working made it quite easy to lose track of the days and how many had passed by. The work on his desk was finally done though, and he could finally leave his office, and he was hoping that the home that he had left to the care of you and his brothers was still standing outside of his office. Long legs and arms stretched out in front of him as he finally pushed his chair away from the desk, gathering up all the papers and preparing them to be taken to Lord Diavolo. “Then I’ll see how Y/N is doing…” He told himself, because deep down, he knew that he had been too harsh. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you or his brothers to worry about him, it felt nice to have people actually care about him for once. His brothers usually cared about themselves, well, most of them did, and you, well… you always cared about him, although he didn’t know why. 

As he took the spell off the door, that’s when he first heard it. The commotion of his brothers outside of his office, although they weren’t right outside the door, they were speaking loud enough for him to tell they weren’t all in their own separate rooms, which was strange. His first thought was that someone had unintentionally burned the kitchen down, or maybe they had made a hole in the wall while fake wrestling, and he was entirely prepared to brush it off until he got an adequate amount of sleep, but then he opened the door and saw all of his brothers rushing around the halls, their phones in their hands as they fervently typed out messages, others had their phones up to their ears, growling loudly when they clearly didn’t get an answer. “What is going on?” Every head in the room turned to look at him, all of their eyes were shooting daggers in his directions, and for once, he was the one who didn’t have a clue of what was happening or why everyone seemed so irritated. 

“Y/N is gone!” “I don’t know what happened!” “-Just walked out the door, looked like they were crying!” “-Not answering their phone!” “I don’t feel it anymore…” “-Like the connection is fading.” All of his brothers were speaking over each other, but all of their words were directed at him. You had walked out, you had left the house, and he felt this strange sense, a pang of guilt mixed with worry. He was worried about you, as were all of his brothers as well. It looked like none of them had gotten a wink of sleep, not even Belphegor who looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open just to glare at him. “Will you all be quiet!? Mammon… tell me what’s going on!” All of the tiredness he had felt before had quickly vanished as soon as he heard that you weren’t there, and now the only thing that he wanted to do was make sure you were okay, to get you back home safe. Mammon would know what was going on better than any of his brothers because other than himself, Mammon was the one who kept a close eye on you, he was the one who made sure you stayed out of trouble. 

“After leavin’ yer office… Y/N just walked straight out the door. We tried callin’ for them, but they weren’t listenin’. We tried callin their phone too, and textin’, but they ain’t pickin’ up. Now… we can’t feel ‘em anymore… like the pact is fadin’ or something.” It was like everybody in the room froze, because that “or something” wasn’t good, the pact fading wasn’t good. Although he himself hadn’t made a pact with you, he knew that his brothers weren’t lying, because he didn’t need a pact with you to feel a connection, and now that he was out of his spellbound office, he could feel that something was fading, he just didn’t know for sure what it was until his brothers verified it for him.

How long had he actually been locked up in his office? How had he allowed something like this to happen? He knew this was his fault entirely. If he would have just gotten up, satisfied you just enough to make you feel better, pretend that he was getting some sleep… anything but scolding you for caring… this wouldn’t be happening. But then again, his pride won’t ever allow him to admit that he was in the wrong. This was somehow his brother's faults for not stopping you, for not going after you. Why hadn’t they tried to stop you, why didn’t they follow you? They knew well enough that it wasn’t safe for you outside of the house, that you shouldn’t be roaming around the streets of the Devildom by yourself, but they let you go. Maybe this was more of his brother's faults than he thought, but he didn’t have time to argue with them. 

“We have to find them. Mammon, Asmo, and Levi, you take the upper side of town, Beel, Belphie and Satan, you take the lower side, I’ll stay in the middle and look around. If any of you find them, you call me immediately and tell me exactly where you are. Now go.” He’s hoping that you hadn’t gone far, that nothing terribly bad has happened to you, although their words of the connection with you fading has him beyond worried, and he’s almost terrified of what he or his brothers will find if they do find you. There’s only one reason why pacts would fade, and that’s a reason that he doesn’t want to dwell on too long. If he starts believing that you’re dead already, he’ll give up, his brothers will give up, and that’s something they can’t risk. As long as there’s some type of feeling… no matter how faint, it means that you’re still alive. You’re somewhere, and they’ll find you, and hopefully it won’t be too late. 

The groups dispersed and Lucifer went out on his own, searching everywhere and anywhere for you. Places he never would have stepped foot in, he was right there. He was on edge, and every second that passed just set him further into a panic. “Where…?” Where could you possibly be? None of the brothers had texted him, so they clearly hadn’t found you either, and he was starting to feel hopeless, like he would never find you, and if he or they ever did, you surely wouldn’t be breathing. His brain was fogged with worry, and he couldn’t even begin to think of where you could have ended up, or what could have happened to you. At this point, he was walking through the streets in a daze, he wasn’t even watching where he was going, and that’s when he ended up in a back alley that was almost too dark to navigate. It led to a dead end though, and just as he was about to turn around and walk back out onto the street something caught his eye. A single shoe sticking out from behind a pile of rubbish, and he felt the bile rise in his throat as his blood began to boil. He knew without a doubt that it was you, he knew those shoes, and he knew they were yours, and he immediately ran over, pulling your body up off the ground. “Y/N…” 

He could barely hold himself up on his own two feet anymore, just the sight of you like that had made him weak, and he was seeing red. If he hadn’t known any better, upon first look he would have thought that you were dead, but your heart was still beating, although feably. “Just… hold on a little longer… Okay?” Did you even hear him? Your entire body was limp, and even though he knew there was still some life in you, it was fading fast, and you already appeared lifeless, and you weren’t responding to him at all. He had hoped for the best, but no amount of preparing could have gotten him ready for this. 

There was no time to rush to the castle, and until he knew just who exactly had done this to you, he didn’t trust anyone in the Devildom except Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and his brothers. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he zapped you and himself to the castle, standing in the entryway, and he didn’t even know what to do, and he couldn’t find his voice to call out for the butler, so he was more than grateful when the demon walked around the corner and kind of froze when he saw him standing there with you. 

He wasn’t the type that asked for help, but in this instance, there was nothing else he could do, and even though he couldn’t voice the word, he was pleading to Barbatos with his eyes to do something, anything to fix you, to make you better. “Right.” Was all the butler said as he rushed over to grab you from his arms, but he wouldn’t allow it. Wherever Barbatos planned on taking you, he would go to. All he needed was for the butler to lead the way, and he would follow. The last thing he wanted was to be away from you again. 

Hours, days, weeks passed by, and he never left your bedside. You had been laid up in one of the guest bedrooms of the castle, it had been turned into a makeshift hospital room, the slow, steady beeping of the heart monitor had been the only sign to him and his brothers that you were still alive. Other than that, you were lifeless, a shell of the person that you used to be. “Lucifer, it’s alright if you go back home. Y/N will be fine here, and you’re just making this harder on yourself sitting there and staring at them.” Diavolo’s voice sounded from the doorway of the room, and for once, Lucifer disagreed with him. He deserved all the pain that came along with seeing you like this because it was his fault that you ended up like this in the first place. 

“I’m staying here until they wake up. It’s the least I can do.” You were always there for him and he had shooed you away, he had pushed you away, and this is how you ended up because of that. He’ll sit by your bed for another week, for another month, he doesn’t care how long it takes, because when you do wake up he wants to be the one you see first. “Lucifer, I understand… but your brothers need you back at the house. They’re just as upset about this as you are.” As if he didn’t already know that. They weren’t just upset about what happened to you, they were upset with him, as they should be, because he was the reason behind it. That wasn’t the thing that was keeping him from going back though, it was you. You were keeping him from leaving, because he refuses to go back to the house when you’re not there, because as much as his brothers and you need him, he needs you and his brothers just as much. 

“Lucifer…” He had fallen asleep, and it happened so scarcely that once his eyes shut, he found it difficult to open them again even if he did feel fully rested… but that voice… it wasn’t Diavolo’s, it wasn’t his brothers, it was weak… soft, almost a whisper. It was you. He sat up straight, his eyes shooting open to look at you, and a sigh of relief escaped him when he realized that it wasn’t just a dream, that he hadn’t heard your voice calling his name in his head. You were awake, and you were saying his name, and Father, it sounded so sweet. “Y/N… I’m…” How does he say he’s sorry? Would you even accept it if he did? Why would you? Why should you? He didn’t expect you to, but he still felt the need to say it. To push his pride aside for once and actually own up to his mistake, because this was the biggest mistake he had ever made. 

“I know you’re sorry…” You had said it for him, before him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed you to hear it from his own voice, because this past month as he sat beside your bed wondering if you’d ever wake up again, he realized that he doesn’t just need you, and he doesn’t just care about you. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean what I said… and I hope that you can forgive me.” Because he loves you, and he never wants to go through the fear of losing you again. He needs you more than you’ll ever need him, and although his pride would never allow him to say it out loud, it’s the truth, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. 

[captainlevisteacup]

All Characters, the Nicknames MC has For Them, and the Events That Follow: A Wholly Unnecessary Thread

Warnings: None, unless you count demon boys being butthurt about being called out

Enjoy my stupidity!

Lucifer👿🖤🥀☕🍷

Luci

Pridey Pants

Gordon Ramsey of Life

Mom

Loosen-up Luci

Jesus's emo brother

*cough* Daddy *cough*

The results of these nicknames....they were not pretty. MC calls him Luci? He doesn't LOVE it. Does that small scary smile that MC knows (or should know) not to push.

Pridey pants...ohhh boy. MC says it at dinner....is absolutely terrified when he doesnt do anything. After dinner, follows MC into the hallway to dole out *ahem* punishment

Beel is the only one to understand the Gordon Ramsey one. Starts booming laughter

Mom. Oho. This is the second worst. Happened when MC asked Luci to pass them a steak knife. Ended up with the knife being thrown into the table, inches from MC's hand.

Ah. The worst one. Jesus's emo brother. He doesnt even know where to begin. The brothers AND Diavolo have to SPRINT away to keep from cackling like crazed lunatics. Simeon is the only one who openly laughs. Kitchen duty for 2 months. Absolutely worth it. Would do it again without hesitation.

Mammon💛💵💰💳

Mammory Gland

Finding Nemo Seagull (Mine! Mine!)

Crow

Tan Elsa

Greedo

General Greedous

"Ehhhhh? What's a mammary gland?"

*muffled Satan laughter*

Mc has to explain the crow one, because apparently it isnt common knowledge that crows love shiny things?

Tan Elsa. Levi was crying when this one slipped out of MC's mouth. All Mammon could do was be offended. After much, MUCH coaxing, reluctantly agreed to dance to "Let it Go" in a dress.

Levi💜🐍🎮🕹

Has a thing for degradation, so you can really only insult him with anime stuff

Levi Heichou (if you get this, we can be friends)

Leviathan the lonely

Snake man

Mermaid Boy

Snekky snek

Levia-hand

He could ignore all of them.....except for

LEVIA-HAND

I mean come on!

"MC did you really have to go there? That was really-"

"Below the belt?"

"UGH MCCCCC"

*distant suggestive Asmo noises*

Satan💚💢📚

Angry bean

Grumpy kitty

Nerd

Angry librarian

Blond, angsty James Charles

Fashion disaster

There isn't a single one of these that DOESNT make Satan want to break something.

Who is James Charles? Fashion disaster?! "I happen to dress very nicely, thank you very much"

"How am I a librarian? I just read, it's very different, honestly MC"

Refuses to even acknowledge "grumpy kitty"

Asmodeus😘💋❤💅

Asmo-dick-us

Ass-mo

Momo

Polly Pocket

The kinky one

*jokingly* slutttttt

He, surprisingly, doesn't mind any of them. He thinks it's really cute that MC has nicknames for him. He always encourages you to call him them more often, and even makes a bunch of them for MC. His favorite one is Momo, because:

"Its just so cuuuuuuute!"

Beel🥺🍔💪🏻

Sexy Vacuum man

The last Weasley

Snack Buddy

Hungry Bean

Un-beel-eavable

These all make the boy SO HAPPY

MC cares enough to make nicknames for him?

*happy Beel noises*

Wait. MC thinks he's sexy?😳

What's a Weasley?

He has a snack buddy?☺☺☺

Belphie🙁💭💤🛏

Sloth man

Sleepyhead

That bastard with a choking kink

Killer grip

The emo twin

Black Sheep

"I woke up like this" master

He wants to be mad. He really does. But there's a problem: he can't argue with ANY of them. Kinda makes him smile just a LITTLE

Is glad MC has forgiven him enough to actually JOKE about the choking incident.

Spends a lot of time trying to get someone to explain what "emo" means. Levi knows what it means, and refuses to tell him because he thinks its funnily accurate

Dia👑💮🔥

Double D Dia

Big Tiddy Divvy

King of the Boobs

Díablo

Milk man

Firehead

The rich, gay uncle

There isnt a single minute he doesn't find these hysterical. He thinks it's a charming human world custom, to give someone a nickname. He also thinks it shows how comfortable with him MC is.

His favorite is easily DD Dia. Mc noticed his body? *smirk* interesting

Why are so many of them boob related? MC does realize he is a male, right?

The rich, gay uncle. Diavolo has no words. Absolutely shook.

Lucifer overheard some of these...was appalled MC was harassing the PRINCE with their ridiculous nicknames.

He was about to go off on a terrified MC, when Diavolo stepped in laughing and told Lucifer....

"Calm down, Mom."

Mc nearly choked on their own suppressed laughter

Barbatos had to quickly usher them away so MC could openly laugh and therefore breathe

Barbatos 🧐👀🐀🕓

Barbie

Simply one hell of a butler

Sebas-chan

Time warp man

Chuck E Cheese

The cake maker

Understands every single reference, is actually surprisingly cool with it, as long as MC doesn't embarrass him with it.

Diavolo catches wind of what MC is calling Barbaties, eventually starts adopting the nicknames

The only one Barbatos doesn't like is "Chuck E Cheese", because he hates rats so so much. How dare they compare him to one of those disgusting creatures?

Simeon🌙🤍🌹🌈

Boomer

Dad joke central

Beautiful man

Sinful shoulders

Angel Dad

Sin-ammon Roll

Simeon can't decide between being flattered or appalled. He's not THAT old. Nor is he a father! Well, maybe more of a father figure in regards to Luke, but still! He doesn't tell THAT many dad jokes.. right?

Blushes intensely at Beautiful man and Sinammon roll. Wonders if MC really means that or is just teasing him.

Eventually he makes the stupid decision to ask Asmo....wrong move. Asmo ends up laying out all of Simeon's desires towards MC, the week following he can't even look MC in the face. MC has no clue what happened and starts to think it was their fault.

They confront Simeon about it after a while, and Simeon full on breaks and confesses to MC

Asmo takes full credit for this happening

Solomon😑🖤💫🧙🏻‍♂️

Shady Lady

The sus one

Kinky dude

Draco malfoy

Doesn't mind MC having insulting nicknames for him....he has them too. Starts swapping them with MC to see who can make the other laugh harder.

Sometimes, the brothers will sit in and listen while they exchange them, and they'll keep score and vote on who wins

Eventually, Diavolo and Simeon get involved

Barbatos caters these events

Luke😇👶🏼🌸🧁

Baby angel

Son

Woof

Puppy

Little doggo

The poor boy has no idea which one he hates more. Gets so flustered whenever MC calls him one of these that his whole face turns red

Simeon tells him its adorable every time without fail

This makes Luke even worse. All MC has to do is call Luke one of the names and its fair game for Luke hunting

The only one he actually...kind of...likes is Son. He likes the idea of MC as a parent figure.

Which leads him to realize: what if MC and Simeon got together! Then MC WOULD be his parent

Gets Solomon and Barbatos to help bring MC and Simeon together

They end up bombarding the two with an obnoxious Valentine's day-esque cake

Did it work?

[lovee-infected]

This idea just hit me like a train. How would twst boys react to WAP from Cardi B?? 😂😂😂

I'm trying to ignore the fact that I might've never discovered WAP without this request...🗿

Warning(s): What should I even tag as the warning idkk ckcjxjsjsjdjdjck- Mentions of WAP's lyrics, mentions of nsfw, Warning for Idia's part bc I think it went a bit too far-

Riddle Rosehearts

Heard of this song named WAP being trending between students -> Searched it up -> Riddle:... Riddle: *Turns off his phone*

Bans WAP from the whole Heartslabyul afterwards, and every student found listening to it will have to face Riddle's: "NOOOOOOO- NO WAP IN THIS HOUSEHOLD - GO TO HORNY JAIL OFF WITH YOUR HEADS YOU UNWORTHY CREATURES- "

Trey Clover

Searches: "What does WAP mean?" before wards and after reading the search results he decides that he doesn't really need to listen to the song itself anymore.

He just clears his browsing history and returns to baking cakes. Nothing has happened, he knows nothing.

Cater Diamond

He is the guy making those "Night raven college react to WAP!!" videos on magicam. His reaction videos get over 100k views and people from all over the Twisted Wonderland start following this dork for them.

Who cares about the WAP itself? As long as he can gain followers over these videos he doesn't care how the song is supposed to be.

But at last Riddle discovers his videos by finding other dorms' students laughing over them and forces him to take them down💀 Man, Riddle really did ruin his once-in-a-life time chance for becoming popular.

Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade

Riddle has banned WAP Heartslabyul so they're going to illegally listen to it. It was Ace's fault though, Deuce is innocent.

Ace searchs up the music video, Deuce just sees the thumbnail and tells Ace that he doesn't think that this is going to be a good idea but Ace cuts him off by asking him not to be such a chicken-

Though they had to stop because Deuce was all shaky and embarrassed after just 20 seconds :"Stop this-STOP THIS- I CAN'T DO THIS- WE'RE STILL TOO YOUNG" and Ace had to stop to shut Deuce because they could've gotten caught at any second because of his unholy screams.

[a few minutes later...]

Deuce: It was saying DOORS in this house

Ace: Bruh what the- we both know it was saying Wh*res.

Deuce: Y-you dirty minded bastard!! It was clearly saying doors in this house!

Ace: Why the hell would they say doors in this house!??? It was wh*res!

Deuce: Doors!

Ace: WH*RES

Deuce: DOORS

Ace: WH*RES

Deuce: DOOOOORRRSSSSSSSSS

Leona Kingscholar

See he might be a jerk but he hasn't yet gotten to the level of appreciating this way of presenting women in songs-

He's just going to pretend that WAP doesn't exist,but most of the Savanaclaw on the other hand are going wild because with WAP, now he can't even take a peaceful nap without WAP being looped in his brain.

Ruggie Bucchi

WAP isn't beyond his power, he's handled stronger songs.✨ He'd regularly rap WAP in public when he's feeling like it.

Now he goes around to recommend WAP to naïve students and taint their virginity by making them listen to WAP without knowing what it is-

Jack Howl

Catches Ace and Deuce listening to WAP and ends up listening to it because of them. He doesn't knpw what to say...

He isn't mad, just disappointed. Disappointed parent noises. Out of all these students, why should he best buddies which these two?

Time to drag Ace and Deuce to a corner and give them a long speech on why young men their age need to be focusing on mastering skills and achieving success through these golden years instead of violating rules and tainting their pure minds.

"Trappola-kun, Spade-kun, you've greatly disappointed me. You need to be more mindful of your actions as fellow freshmen of night raven college. Is this how the future's great magicians are going to be? How do you think your parents would feel about this new habit of yours? Have you thought of how despicable women are being presented through such songs? Are you going to support such a taboo message toward ladies?"

And Ace and Deuce end up having to listen to him and think of their bad actions for the rest of the day...

Azul Ashengrotto

[Before listening to WAP]: He hears of this WAP song being super trending between students. What might it secret be? What kind of magic would make a simple song so hecking popular? He has to find out.

Azul thinks that by learning WAP's ways, he might be able to produce songs that are even better for mostrolounge and even start his very own music company! But before that he needs to listen to wap itself...

[After listening to WAP]: ...He discovers what kind of magic is making it so popular, but decides that it'd be better for him take a step back from the world of music for now. Yes, he's traumatized

Floyd Leech

"Hey hey koooeeebiii chaaannnn have you seen my new dance~?" ah yes, he's got the WAP dance and he's proud of it. These are the time when he's genuinely thankful for getting to have human legs.

But the WAP dance isn't his only target, he realizes that Jamil doesn't seem to want Kalim to know anything about WAP, but thankfully, Floyd is going to be kind enough to bless the young Kalim with his wealthy knowledge on WAP. ✨

Jade Leech

"My...my...that was savage," Jade is amazed, it's quite wonderful how these fragile creatures can go from Micheal Jackson's smooth criminal to WAP in a matter of years.

He's still having trouble keeping up with latest human trends and popular songs but, he's slowly liking humans a lot more than before. These creatures have already reached the level to make put p*rn in music, impressive.

Kalim Al Asim

He hears students whispering about an epic song named WAP during the classes, and of course he'd be intrigued!

He looks up the song but Jamil has already blocked his access to any sources that he might find WAP in, yet Floyd was kind enough to lend Kalim his phone to let him listen to this masterpiece. Later on, Floyd tells him about the WAP dance and bam, Kalim is addicted.

"Everyone watch me! I've got the WAP!"

Poor Jamil doesn't know which is worse, having Kalim signing it loudly in the dorm or watching him showing off his skills in that WAP dance in public. It's time for Jamil to go on a long, long trip and never come back until Kalim graduates from this school.

Jamil Viper

Listens to WAP once, is going to spend the rest of his life pretending that he has never heard or watched it. The most ironic part about it is how he watches the music video instead of just listening to the song and...the snakes. Good lord the snakes- He isn't sure if he likes snakes anymore.

The snakes part seriously traumatizes him but not like Kalim does when he asks Jamil to learn him the WAP dance. And heck no Jamil isn't going to learn him how to dance like a wh*re. At this point, he decides to deny WAP's whole existence.

Kalim: At least tell me what a WAP is!

Jamil:

Jamil: Worship and prayer.

Vil Schoenheit

Hasn't listened to WAP and refuses to do so. He's got standards.

Rook Hunt

"Bravo!!! These Mademoiselles have taken the art of music to a whole nother level! Beaute! 100 points! 💯" (...what else did you expect him to say?)

Just as always, no one can really tell if Rook really liked it or not but from the way he acts he seems to be... intrigued. Apparently WAP starts to get too famous in school and Rook would always be the first one to find out if a student is secretly listening to WAP in public, so he doesn't mind popping up and reminding the students not to listen to such a potentially stimulating song so carelessly: "Monsieur (x), it's adorable to see you appreciating such a glorious piece of art in this lovely day, but I don't think that all of these students staring at us right now are yet prepared for such a beauty,"

Epel Felmier

He just asked Ace for some music that'll make him sound more badass and Ace gave him the WAP:

Epel listening to WAP be like:😳😶😨😕😭

His face is redder than a tomato after the first 30 seconds of WAP, but Ace tells him that he'd be the bravest human being ever if he takes the urge to listen to this in front of teachers.

Tries to dance to WAP and make a video with it to upload on magicam, but Vil catches him in the middle of process.💀💀💀 The video turned out pretty good though. It looks just like a mother (Ehm- Vil) getting into her child's room (Epel-) and finding them doing some crazy shit.

Idia Shroud

He's the silent and seemingly shy dude who's listening to WAP in the highest volume under those head phones during classes.

Divus Crewel: CaF2(s) + Br2(ℓ) → CaBr2(s) + F2(g)...

Inside Idia's headphones: " ~ Wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~"

Bonus: He once forgets to connect his headphones to his tablet before playing WAP:

[Wap is being played at max volume inside Trein's class]

Idia: *Thinks that the sound is coming from his head phones*

The classroom: "Beat it up, n*gga, catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this p**sy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card"

Trein: 😳

Students: 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

Crowley about to jump down: 🤭

Idia still not realizing what the hell is going on: 'Lucy lucy baby~ hihihi- wait- why they all staring at me now...? Did they hear me internally flirt with Lucius?'

No need to say what happened to Idia after this...

Ortho Shroud

No WAP for him. You may find him reacting to "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands" if you're interested.🗿

Malleus Draconia

Thank goodness he just finds the censored version of WAP... Listens to the whole song, but doesn't understand most of the lyrics. The "Put this cookie right in your face" part confuses him the most, he doesn't get it. Why would you put a cookie in your face? Is this something humans usually to do with their desserts? Like, would they put ice cream in their faces too?

Virgin dragon keeps on asking people, including Lilia, to tell him what it means to put a cookie in one's face, yet no one seems to give him any proper answers ):

Perhaps human music just isn't his thing, he's getting back to sad violin noises which he listens to when he isn't invited.

Lilia Vanrouge

WAP go brrrrrrr. Our sassy grandpa is legit in love with this piece of gold and all of the humans for achieving such a glory. The beat is superb and the lyrics are: Delicious, motivational and creatively written.

Even better, WAP has an unofficial but smexy dance too. Old man Lilia is never too old for performing a sexy physically challenging dance.

You can now hear savage rock sounds combined with WAP playing in the background coming from his room when he's vibing in the afternoon.

(I can totally see him wearing a neko maiden costume while dancing to WAP and you can't tell me otherwise)

Silver

Finds WAP in papa Lilia's playlist...

Silver:

Silver:

Sebek Zigvolt

Sweet mother of love Sebek feels like listening to WAP has taken his virginity away-

He is a good boy, no, he once was a good boy. He's no longer the worthy man he used to be now that this unholy song has tainted his soul.

Legit feels guilty and and sinful after WAP, so you can find him praying for forgiveness to that Malleus portrait in his room every night.

"Oh young master forgive my thoughtless deeds, I beg for your mercy upon me now that I've sinned..."

Dire Crowley

Not saying that a drag Queen Crowley dancing to WAP would be a thing, but a drag Queen Crowley dancing to WAP would be a thing- Everyone bow down to the Headmaster, the most gracious of them all 😩😩😩👌🏻

Please, don't blame him. Birby is under too much of pressure after the very recent overblot cases and he needs a way to let go of the stress😔😔😔

Sam

Is illegally selling copies of the WAP because most of the dorms had blocked access to this song for the students...

"Helloooooo little demons I've got the WAP! In stuck now-"

[jerzwriter]

Six (ish) Sentence Sunday

Delaying the Inevitable - Final Four Chapters

“Why? Because you’re gone, Casey! You’re gone. You’re out of my life, one way or another, and you cannot fault me for doing … whatever is necessary … to find something that will let me hold onto a part of you… even if you’re not a part of my life anymore.”

“Do you even have any idea what you have done? Do you care? Let me be clear on this you have no right to him! None!!”

“I’m always here for you. I hope you know that. No matter what life throws at you, no matter what joy or sorrow comes your way… you just say the word. You will never, ever be alone. I promise you that.”

Their Start (Tobias/Casey) - Upcoming Chapter

Tobias shook his head and chuckled at his two residents. He had never seen Harry quite so dumbfounded over an, apparently, beautiful woman.

“Jesus! Have you seen her?”

“Wait, she’s a doctor? In Boston? How have I not met this gift from above yet? I am so swiping right!”

“Hell no, you’re not. I saw her first.”

“Alright! Enough over here," he laughed, yanking the phone out of Harry's hand. "I need to see this goddess of Tinder who has you so distracted I’ve lost you for the rest of the day. Nobody can be that...."

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An art piece and a work of fanfiction for @ftguildevents​ Rare Pair Week Day 7: Promise

Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Hurt/Comfort Pairing: Gajeel x Lucy if you squint Rating: K Words: 1400

Pinky Promise

The frigid concrete of her prison’s floor refused to let Lucy rest. Clothed in barely enough fabric to keep her decency intact, the bitter cold coupled with the hard surface kept her mind focused on the present. She wasn’t sure how exactly she kept finding herself in these situations. Regardless of how strong she became or the extent her abilities grew, she somehow always fell victim to some deranged wizard’s attempt at world domination - or something to that effect. It was thoroughly exhausting. 

Her brown eyes rested on the iron bars that kept her isolated from the outside world. Although her captors didn’t chain her to the wall or bind her wrists, she was still utterly powerless. They had been smart enough to confiscate her celestial keys and fleuve d’etoiles. She really did need to figure out a way to either summon her spirits without the use of their keys, or learn a new type of magic, because regardless of how strong she became, without her celestial keys she was useless. But, even if her detainers had been idiotic enough to leave her keys with her, it wouldn’t have helped much. Apparently the jail was spelled against magic attacks, so her spirits wouldn’t have been able to assist her anyways. 

“Just great,” Lucy huffed as she folded her arms around her knees and dropped her head. Here she was again, a damsel in distress, waiting for her guild to find a way to save her. Becoming a part of Fairy Tail meant a promise to go on adventures and to grow into an exceptional wizard - not become some pawn in a game. She knew her guildmates would find her eventually, but waiting around to be saved wasn’t exactly enjoyable. 

Suddenly, the sounds of heavy footsteps sprinting down the long corridor that housed the prison cells caught Lucy’s attention. She snapped her head up, a familiar hope blooming in her chest. “N-Natsu?” she dared to call out, praying that the footsteps belonged to the dragon slayer who always seemed to arrive in the nick of time. She wasn’t sure what kind of carnage lay in his wake, but being reliable had always been an unwavering truth about him. “Natsu?”

When the person finally came to her cell, the eyes that met her were a far cry from those she was expecting. “Hey there, bunny girl,” Gajeel greeted with a cocky grin. “Not who you were expecting?” 

No, the iron dragon slayer was the last person Lucy had expected to come to her rescue. After all, he had been her tormentor once upon a time, and they had never truly been close since he joined Fairy Tail. She had forgiven him a long time ago, but that didn’t mean she had forgotten. “Gajeel?” she murmured, climbing to her feet. “Where’s Natsu?” 

He shrugged, crimson eyes studying the cell door. “Somewhere causing a ruckus, I’m sure.” 

The blonde chewed on the inside of her cheek and wrapped her arms around herself. “How did you know where I was?” 

“Tch. Please, you get kidnapped so much you should come with your own ransom note.” 

Lucy narrowed her eyes, a vein throbbing in her forehead. “It’s not my fault I have all the crazy fans!” 

The dragon slayer chuckled. “Yeah, well, we can deal with your crazy fans once I break you out of here.” 

“Be careful. They used an anti-magic spell on the doors,” she said. If Natsu had been the one to rescue her, he would’ve tried to blast the doors wide open with a fire-dragon iron fist before listening to Lucy’s warning. He always had been an act-first-think-later kind of person. Natsu lived his life based on pure instinct. 

Gajeel, on the other hand, had more finesse to him. Lucy hated to admit it, but the iron dragon slayer actually put thought behind his attacks, fighting style, and overall character - something that Natsu sorely lacked. Which was perhaps exactly what she needed right now. 

“That won’t stop me,” Gajeel replied with a smirk, just before Lucy watched him sink his sharp teeth into one of the bars keeping her prisoner. 

Watching Natsu eat fire was one thing. Gajeel chomped away at the iron as if he was eating a five-course meal, grumbles of, “this ain’t half bad” being heard over the crunch of splintering metal. Before long, he had eaten away enough of her cell door to allow her to slip through, and she took a deep breath of freedom. 

“Here.” Gajeel took off his dark blue trench coat and threw it around Lucy’s shivering frame. “You’ll catch your death if you’re not careful.” 

“Thanks,” she mumbled, slipping her arms into the too-big jacket and folding it around herself. She ignored the blush that had worked its way into her cheeks. “Any idea of how to get out of here?” 

He grinned. “Follow me.”

Gajeel took off running down the corridor he had appeared from, keeping an ear focused on Lucy’s light footsteps behind him. They turned down several passageways, leaving the celestial mage to wonder if Gajeel really knew his sense of direction - dragon slayer or no dragon slayer. The nearly pitch black and damp atmosphere of the maze would be enough to make anyone question their awareness. 

Suddenly, Gajeel halted in his tracks, almost causing Lucy to bump into him. She peered around his towering frame to only see darkness beyond. “What is it?”

He knitted his brows and frowned. “We got company, and I don’t think they’re friendly.” 

That was the last thing they needed right now. Without her keys, Lucy wouldn’t be able to help in a fight, which didn’t give her a good feeling about their odds. “Is there another way out?” 

Gajeel glanced at her and hooked a thumb over his shoulder to where they had just come from. “There was a passageway we passed a little while back. Go that way. Should lead you out of here.” 

She pouted. “Why didn’t we just go that way in the first place?”

He shrugged. “Thought I’d take a short cut.” 

“Oh, come on,” she growled out in annoyance. “Let’s get out of here before they show up then!”

“Nah.” The iron dragon slayer grinned and started rotating his shoulder to loosen it. “I haven’t had nearly enough fun as Salamander. I’m staying put.”

“Gajeel-” Lucy tried to argue with him, but was cut off when he tossed her something. She nearly didn’t catch it in the dark, a slight squeal escaping her lips as she haphazardly grabbed onto it. When she looked down, she found herself holding the small pouch that housed her celestial keys. “My-My keys.” 

“Figured you might need ‘em.” She looked up to find Gajeel giving her a thumbs up - which made her cringe - before he turned back in the direction of their approaching enemy. “Now get out of here.” 

She wanted to protest. The dark guild they had found themselves up against were playing for keeps, and she didn’t doubt that whoever Gajeel faced was unbelievably strong. It pained her to think about leaving him behind. “But-”

“I ain’t one to repeat myself, bunny girl.” 

Lucy studied the back of the dragon slayer, his arms clenched tight, his feet planted, a fighting stance she had seen countless times before. She knew the power behind those fists and the spirit of iron within his heart. If anyone could stand up against this enemy, it was Gajeel. In all honesty, if Lucy stayed, she’d probably only get in his way. 

“Promise me you’ll come back to us,” she demanded. 

Gajeel looked back at her and chuckled. “Aw, you actually care.” 

Lucy ignored his blatant teasing and raised her hand. “Pinky promise.” 

He gazed down at the celestial wizard, her blonde hair a mess from being cooped up in her jail cell, her brows drawn tight with concern, and her lips set in a determined line. Despite the childishness of it, he couldn’t help but wrap his pinky around her’s. Anything that would ease her worry and ensure her they would meet again. “Yeah, I promise.” 

She smiled then - not the cheerful grin she always wore at the guildhall, but a smile that told him she believed in him. Releasing his pinky, she took a step back. “I’ll see you soon.” With a final glance, she turned away and began heading down the hall they had just come from. 

Gajeel grinned as he watched her go, waiting until she disappeared from his sight before turning around to face his enemy head-on. 

[hopingforromanoff]

Russian Roulette Chapter One {N. Romanoff}

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings:I don’t really think there is any. 

Requests are open, so feel free to send in requests and I will do my best to get them posted ASAP. I’m gonna keep them open for now but please be patient with the length of time it takes to finish them.

Y/n: Guys! I’m so excited to finally be posting Russian Roulette, I really enjoyed writing it!

I hope you enjoy!

~Lucy

My Masterlist

Russian Roulette Masterlist 

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On days where she wasn’t away on missions or doing other duties required of her, Natasha Romanoff was a creature of habit. She awoke between the hours of 8 and 8:30. She walked the block from her Upper East Side apartment to the local coffee shop and ordered a large black coffee. And she sat and watched the hustle and bustle of New York City streets pass by her, no one quite knew what or who she was waiting for. 

At around 10, she returned to her apartment and a short while later, a car came to take her to the new Avengers facility, Natasha chose not to live there with the others. She preferred solitude. At the compound, she trained and caught up with the happenings of the world, and what might potentially concern the team.  

Natasha ate dinner with Steve, Tony and all the other permanent residences of the facility. And at around 7:30, Natasha returned to her apartment, where she watched true crime documentaries or read cheesy romance novels until she retired to her bed around 10:30. 

See the thing with creatures of habit is they’re easy to track. Natasha knew better. 

However, today felt different to Natasha. She woke almost an hour earlier than usual, for no apparent reason. She took the long way home from the coffee shop in order to shake the invisible eyes she felt following her on her way to the cafe. She walked a little faster to her waiting car. She kept her hand firmly on her gun when she returned home that night. Natasha just couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling that followed her. 

And at exactly 2:34am the next morning, Natasha awoke to a text from a blocked number. 

9:15. Your usual place. Come alone. 

And so, despite her better judgement and training, ,  Natasha sat, steaming hot coffee in hand, watching and waiting the following morning. 

And there you were, just as she remembered. 

Natasha felt as if time slowed and stopped around her, and the last 20 years seemed to fade into nothing as if they never happened. Emotions she no longer knew she could feel, emotions she hadn’t felt in over two decades flooded her. They ran through her veins with such force that when they hit her chest, Natasha thought her heart would explode. It was beating so fast. 

                             ~23 years earlier. May 24th 1998.~ 

         ~Red Room Academy, Eastern Russia, Exact Location Unknown~

You felt the springs creek and bend through the paper thin mattress as Natasha’s weight dipped the bed. 

“Shouldn’t you be training?” You mumbled, you couldn’t look at Natasha, not after what you had done. Your hand found the rough surface of the frayed rope used to tie you the rusted metal frame of the bed each night. To prevent escaping you were told, though you doubted anyone would be brave enough to try, everyone here was too terrified, or if they weren’t anymore then they were too brainwashed to even think of leaving. 

“They just have us running drills, Madame B and the others are too preoccupied with all the Graduation Ceremony preparations to notice I’m missing anyway, and besides, I thought you might need me” Natasha picked up your red, swollen hand from your lap and placed it in hers. Natasha wiped a drop of fresh blood from your skin, and you winced and tried to pull away as her smooth fingertips ran over the numerous cuts and bruises that were rapidly appearing on your skin. 

“You’re gonna be dead if they find you here” Natasha’s movements came to a stop when your eyes met her emerald green ones. 

“They’re not gonna find me, and even if they did, I wouldn't care, I want to spend as much time as I can with you before you graduate in a few days and I barely get to see you” Natasha broke the eye contact to survey just how injured you really were, and reached into the cabinet next to your bed and pulled out some gauze that had been haphazardly spun into a ball and some disinfectant wipes that she knew you had stolen from the infirmary on one of your many trips. 

“If I graduate” Your voice stayed strong despite the sting of the disinfectant on the large cut on your palm. 

“Oh shut up, you know you’re gonna pass all their tests, you’re the best Widow here” Natasha secured the gauze tightly around your hand. 

“I’ve been here longer, and you’re already almost better than me, imagine how good you’ll be in a few years when you get to your graduation ceremony” your voice trailed off. It wasn’t something you let yourself think about often, on the off chance that you both survived, would you ever be able to have anything more fleeting touches or hushed I love yous? A normal life together? And if you were ever caught? The both of you would be killed, relationships gave you a weak spot, and any sign weakness wasn’t tolerated. You would never truly be free. 

Silence fell over the two of you, it wasn’t a comfortable silence, but one that let you think just a little too much. 

“I can’t believe you can even look at me after what I’ve done” your voice faulted from a moment as hot tears filled your eyes and threatened to fall. You turned your back to her and tried to focus on the soft, dirty pink of your ballet shoes against the grey concrete of the walls around you. 

“Whatever you did, you did because you didn’t have a choice” It didn’t matter to Natasha what you had done because she knew you, she had almost her whole life, and she knew you would never do anything malicious, not if they hadn’t made you. She shifted on the bed behind you, and you jumped a little as her hands fell to either side of your hips. A shiver ran through you as her cold fingers found your warm skin under your uniform.  

“I did have a choice, I could have chosen to die, it would have been better” you snapped in frustration, not at her, but at yourself and the Red Room for making you even have to make a decision like that. You pushed her hands off of you and scooted to the end of the bed. 

“Please don’t talk like that” You didn’t fight her this time, as her hands found your hips and pulled you back to her. You fit perfectly between her legs, like you were meant to be together. 

“ I looked her right in the eyes and I snapped her neck, I felt her take her last breath, and watched the life leave her eyes, she was my friend, I’d rather be dead than live with that”  You felt more and more tears well up in your eyes, you closed them, too tired to fight anymore, and the drops began to fall. 

The sound of a door slamming and heavy boots reverberated down the empty hallway. Loud voices followed, your name mixed in with them. You wiped the flowing tears with your sleeve, leaving your eyes red and puffy, you would be punished for this, for showing emotion. 

“I love you y/n, and I always will, no matter what happens” Your watery eyes met her tears brimmed ones, and you tried to remember every detail of her face, as you never knew which moment would be your last with her. 

“I love you too, Tasha” you kissed her, enjoying the peace it brought for the last few seconds you had before everything would change. In her kiss, you were home, she would always be your home. 

Natasha gave your hand one more tight squeeze, and she managed to jump away from you just in time for the heavy, metal door to explode open with a bang. 

Natasha watched as the older, graduated Widow pulled you from the bed by your wrist. It burned, and you fought the urge to cry out as she applied heavy pressure to your open wounds. You could see the fire in Natasha's eyes, you pleaded with her with your eyes to not act on what she was thinking, if she fought back it would be a certain death sentence for her. 

 The slam of the door shook the walls as you left and the sounds of footsteps echoed through the halls. Those sounds would echo through Natasha’s mind for two decades as the last memory she had of you. 

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