#corny but it like wasn't even a big shock to look down and see them like this bc like...

[cypr1anlatew00d]

funniest thing about getting anaesthesia was the doctor was super friendly and like asking all these questions about my job and where I'm from to distract me from the series of syringes he was lining up and past a certain point I was just like "It's hard to come up to answers for these questions because I'm really scared haha" and then he was like "ok breathe this it's just oxygen" and. out.

[zaidshair]

It was true: Zaid was deeply attached to his martyrdom. He'd had a few minor breakthroughs about this during online sessions with Una Thorne, but. When faced with the man himself, this stalwart, gorgeous, ethereal creature in real time? The real glorious, terrifyingly unpredictable Tej and not the imaginary Tej who would coddle Zaid's guilt?

Una had pointed out to him: you can't manipulate someone to take pity on you. Logically that made perfect sense. But one look at Tej's deep brown eyes and lean arms yearning to be held, and Zaid's mind screamed: love me, mercy! Mercy by any means possible.

And Tej tore right through, like he was shredding crepe paper for some masterpiece. "It's not like that!" It was exactly like that. "I'm trying to talk to you now! Is it too late, is that what you're saying? You'll never - we'll never be..." Be what? Zaid still wasn't sure what he was asking from Tej, if it wasn't forgiveness (it was, but...martyrdom felt so good).

Zaid looked doubtful about Tej's defense of Steve. Too quick, too sure. Steve was...Steve was always holding something back, for all his frippery. Zaid shook his head. "I can't believe he's even here. Steve, of all people. I don't understand how any of this works. Did you know your Steve and, erm, Lindi were best mates back in Oxford? So - yeah, I'm a little paranoid, love! These connections! And look the fuck where we are! Look -" Zaid pointed up, to the cameras trained at them, embedded on the ceiling. "Surprised you haven't tried knocking one of them down, if I'm honest."

A scoff. "It's almost as if you'd like me to stalk you. I'm staying out of your way, just as you demanded." A pious sniff afterwards.

Between the discovery of this strange control room(?) and Tej's heated, distracting mouth spewing accusations, it was hard for Zaid to focus. "Right, yeah, the big giant humungous hornet. You know, I keep telling the others we've got to get a parade organized to celebrate your heroism; but for some reason, other things keep prioritizing." He glanced over his shoulder at Tej (it was hard to look at him. How could the man be even more beautiful after all the ugliness between them? A flower in the cracks of dead cement). "Soz."

Tej had his own methods for investigating the control room: light vandalism. No stopping him (Zaid hardly tried, truthfully). And the shock of seeing Mango, seemingly still operational....what? "Did you recognize him? I didn't recognize him. What is going ..."

The flickering shadow outside was ample distraction. Tej at his side, wrestling with the window latch. His breathing furious, sweet, warm against Zaid's ear. They were so close, it felt so right. Like poison, deceptively warm and safe.

"I reckon they've been out there this entire time," Zaid grunted, putting some force into the unlatched window. Together they pushed the creaky hinges, letting cool beachy air slide in as they poked out to look at the catwalk circling the tower. "Likely crawled out before you arrived, and then I showed up and - and oi! Listening this whole time, ey? Eavesdropping bugger!" Zaid shouted accusations to no one. Maybe the shadow-figure had shrinking powers like Selin, and slipped out easily. "Oi - where'd he go? Hey! Where--"

Zaid startled at the tapping from the other side, hit his head on the rim of the window. "Ow..." Tej was much more graceful, but equally surprised. Saying what Zaid was thinking. (They used to do that a lot. Two halves of a whole, if that wasn't so fucking corny to admit).

"Tej, be careful!" Zaid said as Tej left him, crossing towards the shadow. But something else was happening around them. Light illuminating where it shouldn't, shadows deepening. "Tej! Tej..." It seemed that was all Zaid could say. He watched, terrified and fascinated, as light and dark coalesced, obscured, fogged. The shadow outside pressing a distorted palm against the window, and Tej...all glowing light, did the same.

An absurd spike of jealousy shot through Zaid like a bullet down his spine. He shifted to squeeze himself out of the jimmied-open window. "Keep - keep him there, Tej! I'm getting out. I'll get him."

Halfway through squirming out the slim opening of the window, Zaid only paused at the ear-splitting yowl that seemed to break the light. It sounded like a fire popping, a dark tunnel howling. Suddenly, going out onto the catwalk seemed like a terrible idea.

"Tej - Tej pull me back in. Tej, I can't, help me!" Zaid's legs kicking fruitlessly inside the control room, the other half of him spilling out onto the catwalk, hands scrabbling on the steel frame. "Tej!"

He thought he could feel Tej's secure hands on his legs, ready to pull him back inside - but something dragged Zaid out, far easier. A blur of flickering shadow and light, and Zaid was catapulted over the side of the catwalk railing. He screamed, but managed to hang on to the railing so he didn't plummet to this death. He dangled on the outside of the catwalk, like someone had pushed him over.

Don't look down, Zaid told himself, putting all that yoga and intensive HIIT workouts and pilates to the test. With a high, wheezy grunt, Zaid crunched his arms, pulling himself up so his feet could finally get purchase.

(He could've called for Tej to help. But some new instinct warned him not to. Tej was inside the control room, Tej had grabbed his legs. Right?

Then why did it also feel like Tej was on the catwalk, and had pulled Zaid out and over the railing? What kind of tug-of-war was it between Tej...and Tej?)

"I can do this...I got this!" On his own. He didn't need to cry for Tej's help. He would save himself.

Different things, hm. Impulsiveness never stole, never kept the most valuable things from Zaid. That gorgeous face he used to cradle in adoration spilled twisty rhetoric. Squirming, constricting denials around Tej's neck one second, and then loosening the hold with a mention of regret. Would the thrill of Zaid actually apologizing be given to Tej to gloat over?

No. Of course not. Instead, Zaid sank into the muddy waters of I won't ask for your forgiveness. With the intoxicating rasp in the voice and eyes as innocently injured as the man could ever muster.

His tongue clicked with a few tsks. "Just want to keep beating yourself up about it, gotcha. No, see. Should've said something a long time ago." No syrupy mess of I loved you fell from Tej's mouth. Nothing to share his own shame. Not when Zaid did such a good job at guilting Tej into feeling obligated to offer forgiveness.

For the record, so was Tej. A mutual weapon of choice.

"I'm not fabricating anythi--" An audible balk interrupted. "Steve? For fuck's sake, Zaid. Paranoid much? Steve's not said a damn word, come on." If Steve passed judgment on anyone, it'd been on Tej for even bringing up the ex. (But clearly, Steve liked Tej best)

Also, it never crossed his mind Steve might try to play both sides in the breakup. Not until then, but as Steve was brought up in the conversation, he began to wonder how much those two interacted.

"I'm supposed to believe this is all a coincidence?? You're a terrible liar, really. Just admit it, alright? And stop it. Let's just..."

Stop! Fucking hell, Zaid was infuriating! Tej's collar hot, movements agitated. Which was a point that attempted to be explained to Steve. He didn't want to be around Zaid! Why was it up to Tej to ensure Zaid never crossed his path?

Oh shut up. Tej paused, thrown into a stoic silent brooding as he stiff-shouldered Zaid's purposefully clumsy pass. As though Tej wasn't even there (which pissed Tej off even more). Civility between them had a short half-life. And so Tej was happy to stop talking. Well, except to point out one important fact. "Wasn't a giant," came his low correction. "I'm the one that killed a fucking giant."

He sprang into action. A 'no' from Zaid rarely meant to pump the brakes. His halt in progressively tearing the room apart bare-handed wasn't because of Zaid. Tej didn't know which startled more, oddly recognizable images on the screens or the shape of a person outside.

His mind raced, but he didn't flinch as they shared space. Arms touching, close enough to count every freckle and eyelash on Zaid's face. "It's the alley behind Mango." No question of what they both saw on the screens.

The surrounding windows were hazy, soapy-looking covered in decades of dirt and grime. When Zaid launched into protection mode, he seemed 10 feet tall (and unbearably attractive). The long shadow on the other side of panes halted to Zaid's barked command.

At the window, Tej helped wrestle with the latch. When it budged a few promising inches, he drew his small pocketknife to scrape away layers of paint. "They don't have anywhere to go out there." But, how did they get out there in the first place?

"Think there's another way outside?" The hinge groaned as it opened wider with the help of muscle from Tej. Now able to pop their heads outside, all Tej saw were the tall trees nearby the tower. "Did they go around the corner or something, you see them?" Taptaptap... gentle clicks came from across the room. Somehow the person (?) outside made it to the other side. What they tapped on the glass couldn't be seen, but was loud enough to get their attention. "No way," he murmured to Zaid. "They didn't, how did they have time to run to the other side."

Velvet heat pooled in his chest. Breaths came faster, more shallow. The fever spread through through his blood, through his bones. Skin instantly sticky-damp, the sensation one had to knot themselves into a pretzel to relieve the aches his body suddenly felt, and yet it felt so good to Tej.

Sun began to filter brighter through the windows. The light washed out the shadow at the window, fogged the edges of the outline, stretched and distorted the dark. They worked to open the large window (or small glass door?). Instead of climbing outside, Tej furiously crossed the room in what began to feel like a childish game of hide and seek.

He shielded his eyes from the light, and despite it all he still saw the vague shape of a person standing out there. "Why are you doing this?" he yelled at the window, and couldn't help but slamming both his hands angrily against the pane. "We're coming out there. There's no where for you to run now, you fucker!"

The figure responded by slapping a palm against the window too, rattling the glass.

And held it there. The light burned too bright to reveal any more than a large palm, in what looked to be covered with something. Mud? Soot? Paint? As dark as the sands of Obsidian Beach.

Tej stared at the lines on the hand, tried to memorize the specific features of skin. Tentatively, he lifted his own to place on the window. Two palms together, only separated by the old, filthy glass.

Tej stepped in even closer and squinted, an attempt to look beyond the blinding light for a face. For any details of what was outside.

The unknown hand snapped back, away from the window. A terrible wailing yowl of distress rang out, like an animal caught in a trap. The light Tej controlled began to dim as he looked back at Zaid. "Close the window, close it!"

[roseybuddy1012]

"Beetle" Part 1 (short story)

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The sun had just set over the horizon, the golden and orange hues spilling over the bright line of which separates the land from the great sky. Fading in the dark blue sky right above, the three moon's light slowly filters in after the sun’s gone down. Directly opposite from above myself, below i walked a stone brick street in this quiet city. Only a whisper of wind was heard here now, the silence comforting really. I stop in my tracks and look down to the grooves in the stone below. As I traced a claw through some of the cracks, the silence allowed me to think about things. Such as about the research I have done these past three days with Garra. Think about the time away being what I deserved from that insolent old man. The dreadful thought of returning home, to the mess of a house, and the unkept old fool.

I began to think about Tiger Lily, in no way related to the old man. Only i wanted to think about her, she was the best thing to get my mind off of the more negative thoughts. I have seen her a couple times lately, but I haven't had much time to spend with her. I want to spend more time with her before I head back to the alchemist’s home, maybe even some time together tonight.

But that would be difficult as she’s at a fancy party. Some sort of gathering for dragons of high power in the trading business. I wasn't afraid to sneak into this party, though. I then thought that I could do so, it wouldn't be too hard.

I pull off the bag I was carrying and pull out some pieces of clothing. I pull out my shawl, and a bandana, my nicest pieces of clothing, and begin to put them on neatly. However long i need to stick around in the party before getting out with Tiger Lily, i have to look like i belong somehow. 

The building was to the west of the city, it was large and ornate. Nothing close to a castle of course, but it was the biggest building in the city. Sometimes it felt like a castle compared to the rest of the city. I was familiar with this place and even I was still shocked by its size. 

The building belongs to a sandwing noble family, I forgot the family's name and never bothered to re-learn. They're related to royalty from what I remember, but that was it.

I slowly started walking around the perimeter, trying not to gain the attention of the few bodyguard’s alongside the walls. There weren't many, it would be easy to find a window and climb in. My lean build always served me well in these situations, I was quiet on foot like a scavenger. I start heading towards the doors to see what the number of bodyguards was like there and how dragons normally got in, I wouldn't want to climb into a window in an odd area for me to be in the building.

But as I looked amongst the dragons standing at the door, one of them immediately caught my eye and I went over.

“Bull, what are you doing here?” I ask curiously. The massive hybrid looked down to me, he always had a stoic expression when I saw him, never very expressive. But at this moment I saw a hint of surprise and curiosity on his face from my arrival.

"Well what else would i be doing here, partying?" He asked in return sarcastically. "I took a job as a bodyguard for this building tonight, I needed the quick job."

"Ah i see"

"Why are you here?"

"Looking to sneak in and cause problems" I joked. "I've come to see an, important friend"

"Well I can't let you in. As much as I trust you, occasionally, I'm aware you can cause quite the trouble."

"What? Why? Let me in there, I'll be in and out, I just have to get to a friend."

Bull sighed "How important is this friend?"

"More important than anything, even my own life." It was true, though I hated how corny that sounded. It made me cringe, and wouldn't mean much if someone knew my lack of care for my own life. But I knew this big guy had a soft spot for things like this so I told him that knowing it could sway him.

Bull took a long pause, glanced around then leaned closer to me, "I'll let you in, but you better not cause any trouble because I am not gonna get paid good if something bad happens. Also, you owe me something in return."

"Alright. What do you want me to do? Watch Calf for a day?"

"Sure, that would work."

"Then it's a deal" I say finally and start walking in after he had moved aside. 

-

Entering the party, the doorway was quite crowded. I was lucky to slip through rather easily though, the dragons there didn't pay much mind to me luckily. When they moved out of my way they were still just talking or standing with whoever, it was like wading through water, they all move to the side so easily. I wasn't exactly tall enough to see above anyone, and to look in front of me was to just see more random bejeweled dragons. Garra would've hated this kind of crowd, they hated large groups of dragons, large spaces in general. 

Eventually I made my way to the food tables, there were so many lined up together and so much food. Reminded me of when I was younger. Little hivewing dragonet sneaking into parties smaller than this but similar crowd. The food was so rich and delicious, I would take talonfuls of whatever and stuff it into the big bags Inbrought then run away home.

I grabbed a drink, a bubbly red liquid, smelled nice. Lightly sipping it as I looked around the room. Surprisingly the view from these tables was much more clear, I could tell it looked directly at the dance floor, too. I saw some dragons already dancing, slow dance and very proper and clearly practiced ahead of time. The music playing was light and mostly drowned out by the sound of chatting amongst dragons.

The juice tasted like grape juice so I started wondering if it was wine. When I wasn't paying attention I felt a talon grip my wrist that held my drink, I whipped my head around to look at whoever it was. I quickly eased seeing her face and gave a small smile, though I wasn't met with a smile back. 

"Beetle!" She whispered with a slight hiss, "What are you doing here?"

Tigerlily, she looked so beautiful in her attire. See-through light green and yellow stripes of fabric from her horns to her neck, all going down towards the tunic around her neck. It reminded me of a tree. I wonder if that was the purpose. Her family was rich, I always wondered why she didn't wear things like that always. Maybe she didn't want to get robbed in the streets, that made sense. She’s smart like that, though it could also be that she always complained of the uncomfortable clutter some of the clothes had, her parents made her wear these outfits. I wish she could someday find something comfortable. I'm not good with accessories or outfits.

"I came to see you, of course" I replied, about to take another sip of my drink but she grabbed it away from me. "This is wine you idiot" she said, placing it on the table behind me "you shouldn't be drinking that". She had one of her disappointed and frustrated faces on.

"Well i didn't know it was wine" 

"Why did you come? You know you shouldn't be here, you could get in trouble. Did you break in? How did you get in here?" She began having more of a concerned expression. Gently I put a talon on her shoulder "I didn't 'break in', I was let in" I said with a grin. She must've thought I was lying, she began furrowing her brow in disbelief, and gave me a stern frown. 

"Though that's besides the point of why I'm here" I began to say "I'm here to take you out"

"Out?"

"Out of this party, I thought it would be more exciting to spend some of the night with me. Since I'll be heading back home in the morning and you know how hard it is to see each other when you're here and I'm in the mountains."

She let out a sigh and shook her head, I began to frown. "Sorry Beetle, but this event is rather important, and I'm here with someone. My parents would be disappointed if I left and worried if I just vanished without my date."

"Here with someone? Date?" 

"Don't be mad, i don't like the guy-"

"Guy? Who?"

"My parents set me up with him for tonight, he's a-"

"Why would they do that?"

"Could you let me finish Beetle?" She snapped, but I was too busy being upset at the idea of some guy being here as a 'date' with Tigerlily.

"Who is this guy?" I ask again. She huffed, I was beginning to really upset her. I don't understand why she wouldn't tell me, I only had concerns. Why couldn't she understand that? I began to get annoyed as well.

"His name is Taipan. He's a family friend, and i like to think of him as a friend too. Trust me Beetle I don't like him or anything, just as a friend, I've known him since we were dragonets…" She explained, she went on to say a few other things, he was smart, strong, blah blah blah. I tried my best to be quiet and listen as she spoke, though I still frowned and got lost in my thoughts. She suddenly snickered a little "Why are you so bent out of shape about this anyways? Jealous?"

Caught off guard by that assumption I quickly disregard "no! I only want you to dance with the best, and I doubt this rich, possibly pompous sandwing loser is good for you. I bet he isn't even a good dancer."

"He takes classes"

"Ah, even more of a perfect guy wannabe"

" 'perfect guy wannabe'?" She giggled. It was so adorable when she had, but at that moment I was too distracted by my own frustrations to care or to realize my odd speech. She was laughing at me, I wasn't hurt, just frustrated. And I definitely wasn't jealous.

"I'm just saying it should be me dancing with you." 

"But you don't even know how to dance, you somehow hurt your own wrist trying to spin me around once." She giggled again. 

My face felt hot at that mention, that was an embarrassing memory. It had only happened because I was just wasn't paying attention that day. She wasn't even spinning right when I did that, I swear. 

What am I even saying though, her spin was perfect. She’s always so perfect.

We were interrupted before I could make a reply. A tall, lithe sandwing, he wore jewelry as well as some markings painted on his scales. He gave the two of us a small smile, I had hoped this wasn't that Taipan that Tigerlily had spoken of.

"Hello there, hope I'm not interrupting anything" He said politely, looking at Tigerlily and giving her a smile which she returned with a smile. He turned to me, his posture was upright and calm, collected. He then put a talon out to me "I don't think we've met, my name is Taipan. Are you a friend of Tigerlily's?"

Tigerlily looked at me and kept mouthing what I assumed was her way of silently begging me to shake his talon. I refused. I wasn't going to shake his talon. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a handshake, I wanted to leave.

It was a long awkward minute before he cleared his throat and put the talon down. His polite and steady posture now broke a little, clearly more slouched and nervous.

Part of me felt good seeing him get bent out of shape immediately. "My name is Beetle." I said finally. 

Taipan gave a small glance to Tigerlily, I couldn't gauge what it was meant for. But he made eyes at her and she hopped up a little before speaking. “So the drinks, erm, Beetle you’ve stood here for awhile, what do you think?” 

“I heard the punch is good” Taipan said. He fixed his posture again, and put on a smile. I think I was staring at him a little too much to be honest, his claws were fidgeting.

“The wine’s good.” I said, picking up my glass from earlier. “Oh- that’s nice! Glad to know the adult’s can enjoy some wine” Taipan exclaimed. “Adults”? How old is he? I had assumed he was mine and Tigerlily’s age, was he younger? 

Tigerlily and I are both newly adults sure, maybe he is a year younger.

Before I could ask anything, Tigerlily and Taipan had gotten back to talking, though mostly between themselves as I had begun to get lost in my own head. I still wanted to know what this sandwing’s deal was, so proper and nice. He’s just a jerk under that masquerade isn't he. I bet the moment I turn away or leave, he will ask Tigerlily who I even was. Is she even going to tell him who I really am to her? Why wouldn't she tell him?

“Beetle?” Tigerlily spoke, breaking my train of thought. “Yes?” I answered, and I noticed one of her talons was holding one of Taipan’s. 

“Me and Taipan are going onto the dancefloor… “

“...are you okay?” She asked. I think I missed what she had said in between the first part and the last. I answered “Yes.” and she looked doubtful, but Taipan gently guided her away.

My frustration slowly turned to anger. Watching them dancing, my head was in a fuzz, I can't even recall most of my thoughts. I was angry, I came for one simple task. I wanted to punch that rich sandwing boy in the nose.

Part of me had tried thinking of something else, anything. Last thing I would have wanted to do was cause issues at this party and upset Tigerlily. But I couldn't get my mind off of Tigerlily, specifically how she was glued to this sandwing. She wouldn't leave on her own, she’s just too nice, I know that’s why she’s staying. And I love her for it, she’s just too sweet to leave that dreadful sandwing. 

Like a buzzing in my head, the only thought on my mind was to just punch that Taipan. Punch… I was gonna do it.

It was such a ridiculous idea, but I couldn't help my better judgment.

I eased my way through the array of dancers. Some gave me small glances but none cared much. I pushed my way up to Tigerlily and Taipan, who both looked at me. Taipan’s face filled with confusion, and Tigerlily startled and nervous. She began to ask what I was doing as I lifted an arm and punched Taipan square in the snout, knocking him off balance and tumbling into the male dragon next to him. I grab Tigerlily’s arm and sprint out of the room with her. Hearing behind me a fight break out, assuming the dragon Taipan knocked into getting pissed off and striking him back. 

Running out the front doors, all the guards were rushing inside past us to see what the commotion was about. I see Bull at glance and hear his groan, he knew I started it.

I hear Tigerlily’s desperate shouts of protest, wanting me to stop running. I didn't though, not until we got to where I was heading. It wasn't too far, but far enough that no one would have found us for a while. A perfect grassy spot for us to relax, I was ready to lie down and finally get some time to hang out with Tigerlily. I started to laugh a little from what just happened, the adrenaline i had gotten from that was kicking in and made me giggle. But Tigerlily only stared in disbelief and extreme disappointment, mixed with anger. I looked at her for a long moment before asking what was wrong.

“What's ‘wrong’? Beetle. What’s wrong is you punched Taipan!” She yelled. “You left that party in a whole mess! And you ran off with me before I could even get a word in, and- and the fact you even broke into the party in the first place!”

“I was let in” I corrected her.

Her snout scrunched up at that remark. “I don't care about the technicalities Beetle!” Her leaf frill down her neck rose a little in anger. “I care about the mess you made, about your ignorant and abrasive actions! Did you even think about what would happen? Besides, my parents could also be extremely worried about me! They are going to think I was kidnapped!” 

“You could always tell them you ran off for safety, they would give you gratitude for that, you are smart like that after all”

Tigerlily went quiet and only looked at the ground. I could tell she was thinking, but she was frustrated. I hated seeing her like that, I felt a twinge of guilt.

“Why are you so careless?” She asked, looking back up to me.

“I’m not careless. I care about you” 

“No, Beetle. Why are you so impulsive, blunt, you don't think much before you act. I’m not saying you aren't smart, moons know you are extremely smart when it comes to your work. But Beetle, besides that you never think! Why??”

I was taken back by that, I didn't appreciate being called impulsive. I’m not impulsive.

I didn't know how to respond, so I had gone quiet then. 

Thinking about it, I should have refrained from making a joke.

“I think i’m just good at dominos,” I began “knocking pieces around to get a solution i like”

“Are you serious?” She snapped, of course that was a rhetorical question as she quickly followed up on it. “Of course you aren't, because you can't be serious can you? Beetle what is wrong with you. Do you think this is all a joke, what was your goal after all of this?”

“To be alone with you.” I answered truthfully.

“You're insane.” Tigerlily sighed. “You are so impatient. I was going to leave, I had told you I was going to leave after I danced with Taipan, did you forget I had told you that so quickly?”

I was confused as to what she was even talking about. When it had hit me I genuinely felt like a fool, she must've told me when I had zoned out. I was so busy in my thoughts to hear her. 

There was no way I was going to come out of this in any way right. I had to admit I was the one who made a mistake here. 

I couldn't get over my frustration with Taipan, I wanted to blame it on him. Though seeing how Tigerlily was looking at me, waiting for an answer, I couldn't. 

“I’m sorry. I must've missed that.” I stared at the grass.

Tigerlily began to sit down and just looked up at the sky. I did the same, looking up to the night sky above. It was nice, the three moons shone brightly, and the stars only a fraction of their light.

Tigerlily suddenly punched me on the shoulder, I flinched back startled. 

“That's for punching Taipan” She said, with a small grin. She then rolled back and laid on her back, chuckling a little i began to do the same right next to her.

“This doesnt mean I'm going to forgive you at all, just, answer me one thing. Why punch him?” Tigerlily turned to look at me. I smirked “That face of his needed some adjustments” 

That joke only made her frown, I quickly waved a talon “kidding, kidding.”

“How come a medicine dragon is so violent, you fix whats broken not break it. That punch you gave him will probably leave it swollen.”

“Guess you have to know how an injury is given to treat one”

That joke actually made her crack up a little, it made me feel good seeing her laugh, even if alittle. Laughing lightly along with her, I move my head closer to hers.

“Permission to kiss?” I ask lighthearted. She rolls her eyes but gives me a smile “Go ahead” and I give her a peck on the cheek.

“So how long do you plan to hold me hostage?” She joked. “If only for the whole night” i said “But, an' hour or two of moons gazing together will do”

“Alright” She replied. 

So we had laid there for a couple hours, before she flew off back to whatever must've been left of that party. I felt cold when she left, her warmth gone. I was dreading returning ‘home’ to what I knew was a mess. I wish it could be just me and Tigerlily. 

-

Originally this was posted on wings of fire amino, and since I'm posting alot of stuff here, i also have plans to post alot of my writing here! It'll be mostly about Beetle's story, though soon I'll start posting more of my other stories when i write them

For now i hope you guys enjoy this!

Part two will hopefully be done soon

Oh and if you have any questions about the characters and/or story go ahead and ask!

The characters in the story (with refs that is):

Beetle, Tigerlily and Taipan

[ihaverecurringnightmares]

I guess the one good thing about the AU world with them married is that it shows that she wasn't the one to bring out his humanity. And the other AU scenario showed the only reason he wrote her that fan service letter at the end of the main show was because of Hope going to school there not just to gain her favor for a future relationship. Double whammy.

Though I wonder if s5 didn't try to SUBTLY throw that relationship under the bus. They copied quite a bit of kl@mille scenes (like they say we did them) but didn't measure up.

Example: hope and l@ndon dancing (the human asks for the dance but isn't good at it. Dialogue is super similar) and then KC almost kiss.. that's like a direct repeat of 2x4 dance. Though they might of had the better almost kiss..like why Klaus? 🙄 Why you gotta go so hard like that? But he gets denied and she walks off and he doesn't even look back

I would have found you vs I would have noticed you. Are we even going to talk about how 'creep' was playing on the radio during that scene 🤣 and the last line of the song that plays says 'i don't belong here' 😂☠️

Rebecca calling her to get him to do something, you mean like she did cami after he was un-daggered.

Even her walking away without looking back dialogue is similar to Kieran's and Cami's. Yes it might also connect with how she remembers her husband but if someone didn't watch TVD they wouldn't know that. I'm just grateful she had to pull him in for that last kiss and he didn't actually make the move. Small thing but I'll take what I can get.

Oh and her dialogue of liking the bad boys (a big cami thing). Since when? She usually liked the guys that were good in her show. That just didn't make sense unless it was a copy/callback

There's more but I'm done lol. Well...one more thing, he could have let Elijah take the magic and stayed alive for her and Hope but he didn't. The writers even wrote her as not wanting him to die and even telling Elijah about it, I guess to stop him. Yet, he still was like nope, I'm out! Peace! He obviously wasn't moved enough to change his mind for her. True love at it's finest 😉

I hate s5 but boy am I glad the series ended with Klaus' death. I mean did the actors even like s5? I'm pretty sure DG didn't. Then, when I watched most of Klaus' scenes it was like I was watching JoMo and not Klaus. He just did not seem to be in to it.

But anywho, so you don't think he would ever want to marry Cami then?

The AU is actually really insulting to kc, and I think it flies over a lot of their fans' heads. It's stating that the only way they'd be together was in the worst possible scenario and timeline where the people they love are gone and they've resorted to turning off their emotions. It completely goes against the narrative of her being a "good influence" on him or "changing" him.

I agree with a lot of what you said about season 5. I think people assumed it would be this great pro kc season, but it did even more damage to it. Caroline was just this prop who had no interactions with other characters or any purpose other than to soothe Klaus' ego and make him feel good about himself. She was what kcers pretended Cami was. And then all the shady stuff like creep on the radio, the corny af dialogue about hovering essences, the retcons and ignorance of their past, them CLEANING GLASS together, Elijah snapping her neck and Klaus not caring, the kiss where their lips were on different parts of the other's face, Caroline smiling as she walked away, no declarations of love or even close to it. They wrote Caroline as a half-assed version of Cami, and it just didn't work at all because they're nothing alike. I remember seeing some kcers saying they wished the season never happened and it was all bad, which, of course, means they were pretending it was good to begin with.

And I wouldn't put much thought into that kiss. Nobody on the show did. It was a pity kiss that was drier than the sahara desert.

Did the actors like the season? From what I heard there was a lot of complaints on set, and then Daniel Gillies voiced his complaints about it being a backdoor pilot for another show instead of a proper sendoff (as well as his own death being dumb). You're spot on with Jomo. He was completely lifeless and non emotive in his scenes. When Hayley burst into flames and died he let out the smallest "No". Come on, dude, you can do better than that! It's why it shocked me for the klamille scene, when Cami walked in and his entire face lit up and his eyes widened, and he did the signature "Camille?" with a tremble. Nobody is ever gonna convince me he didn't enjoy that relationship, because he had to act opposite of both girls in that season and there was a drastic difference. Cami's presence pulled him out of autopilot.

Would Klaus marry Cami? Klaus already declared Cami his soulmate, gave her a ring, had her move in, promised to give her a life other's only dream of. That's as close to marriage as it gets. I think Klaus would propose if it was something that meant a lot to Cami. He did love her so passionately and was always making big romantic speeches, so him getting down on one knee would not shock me. That boy was IN LOVE.

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" #1 FAN! "

▪︎ HQ BOYS x F!READER (headcanon)

▪︎ genre : fluff & comedy & corny

▪︎ summary : you were one with the crowd sitting on the bleachers, every time they score you cheer. And as for the last point to win, you stood up and shouted something and shocked a lot of people!

▪︎a/n : it's currently 9:25 pm right now, this will be a last post for today! I'll post again tomorrow! I still have to do the laundry for tomorrow but I enjoy writting so I'll just yet laundry! jk!

▪︎pairing :

Ushijima Wakatoshi x F! Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x F! Reader

Sawamura Daichi x F! Reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

watching from the bleachers really gives you a good view to how the play is going on

Shiratoizawa's opponents were indeed strong, but Shiratorizawa is way stronger than them.

1 set was won by Shiratorizawa and right now 2nd set is currently on going 23 - 22, Shiratorizawa on the lead!

Only two more points you mutter

just two more...!

watching them really is bad for your heart, because they ARE too intense to watch! the pressure of each players were emiting althroughout the stadium.

24 - 23, Tendou blocked the opponents wing spiker which gained a point for Shiratorizawa!

JUST ONE MORE!

feeling thr adrenaline flowing through your body...

Shirabu set's the ball towards...

"USHIJIMA-SAN!"

with such force, he jumped and raised his left hand and spiked the ball as hard as he can to the opposing team's court!

releasing all the pent up adrenaline, you abruptly stood up from your seat, placed both of your hands side by side to your mouth and shouted...

"NICE KILL! USHIJIMA-SAN!" with how load your voice was everyone on the bleachers looked towards you and also the whole Team of Shiratorizawa.

you instantly felt embarrassed and apologized for disturbing the others who are seating next to you.

"Who was that, girl? Know her, Wakatoshi-kun?" Tendou asked as nudge Ushijima.

"Judging from how she shouted, might as well call her my No. 1 fan. I guess."

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

you were a huge fan Bokuto, since your Brother Akaashi Keiji tells you about how good Bokuto is with hitting cross hits!

but in this match Bokuto wasn't really feeling it. he looked down.

your brother and his team sighed at the situation that Bokuto is in and continued playing

despite Bokuto being out of commission, the others were playing it really good!

with or without Bokuto they are strong and the opposing team didn't see that one coming!

Fukurodani won the first set while the second was won by the other, they are now in the third set ; 24-24 they need to break the duce to win.

you were frustrated that Bokuto wasn't playing well, so you thought about an idea to lift his spirits up.

you stood up and start inhaling slowly thru your nose and letting it all out to your mouth. After that...

one last inhale, you yelled from the top of your lungs!

"BOKUTO-SAN! YOU CAN DO IT! I BELIEVE IN YOU!"

hearing this, Bokuto laid his eyes on you. A girl who cheered for him...a girl...a...GIRL!

he did his iconic line and called for a toss from Keiji, spiked it with all his got. And also did it for the second time!

score sets to ; 26 - 24 Fukurodani wins!

"Akaashi! did you see that!? a girl! just shouted and cheered for me! aren't I lucky?!"

"That was my little sister, Bokuto-san."

"LITTLE S-SISTER?!"

"And she is a big fan of yours, you can even say that she's your No. 1 fan."

SAWAMURA DAICHI

you were a fan of the Volleyball Captain in Karasuno, he really fits the role of a captain which motivated you to be a good captain of the Girl's Baseball Team in Karasuno!

you were invited by your friend to watch and support the boy's volleyball team.

looking at the court and players you spot Sawamura with a No.1 t-shirt. he looked calm keeping his team together

you liked that about him, admire?

knowing that they practiced everyday just to for them to win in this stadium lit fire inside you

the captains were called for a coin tossing to know who would go first in serving the ball.

the opposing team got to serve the ball first.

Nishinoya's agility and flexibility, hit the ball going towards Kageyama.

all of them got to position, this "synchronized attack" and made Sawamura hit the ball hard landing on the opponents court!

it was just the first point but it riles you up!

"NICE KILL! SAWAMURA!" you yelled and showed a huge grin.

he didn't have to ask who you are because that bright energy you're emitting was enough to know you.

"Was that?..." Asahi trails off and waits for Sawamura's reponse.

"She's been looking out for me since the first year! I consider her as my No. 1 fan! Well, I aslo am a huge fan of hers. But she doesn't know that!"

▪︎ a/n : tired, sleepy good night~ i'll continue more for tomorrow! time check ; 10:15 pm

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@fransweek The prompt was flirt! Here's an excerpt from my Mafiafell story still in the works.

”The House Painter “excerpt:

Hungover. That was how she felt. She hadn't completely scrubbed away the mascara now staining her face. 

She rubbed her eyes and sighed. She needed a coffee… and there was no way she was going to make it herself. Walking to the little diner at the end of the block would be a nice breath of fresh air. She lived far away from the burlesque theater. No one would recognize her. Hopefully no men would grab her. 

Pulling on a loose, coral, drop waist dress and hiding her dark, unkempt bob with a cap to match, she was out the door. 

She hoped no one would bother her. Not with her stained face and red, puffy cheeks. She couldn't even remember crying herself to sleep, but she was increasingly aware that she must've done just that. It's a fact, Frisky. You're pathetic. 

Frisk left her small, modest apartment. A group of little girls were playing hopscotch on the sidewalk. She smiled, a skip to her step. She remembered hopscotch. The innocent memory lifted her spirits a little. 

The diner bell rang and she hummed along. She felt real in that little diner. No stage makeup. No glittery plastic diamonds covering her exposed body. No rowdy men. No. Here, there was just Annie, Bob, and the old men who liked to tell war stories and proverbs. She liked it at the diner. 

She froze. 

There was a new presence. There was a new person in the diner. No. That wasn't a person. Not in the way she knew it. 

She blinked. Tall, at least six feet and eleven inches. Wide… not fat, but he had a girth to him unseen in human men. Muscular… a black button up rolled up to this man's forearms. Revealing bone. His head was a skull. There was a shadow of something dangerous hanging onto him. 

Frisk shot fervent glances around the diner as she edged herself inside. She couldn't believe it. A monster. An actual monster. 

Now, she had lived in Ebbot for a long time. She may have been an immigrant, but Ebbot had become her city. Her dirty little city filled with all her broken dreams. However, in her long time in Ebbot City, a city known for monsters… she had only ever seen one or two, from far away. Never… never up close and personal.

She was shaking. Was she shaking? Oh God she was shaking. She began to second guess her visit to the diner. Maybe she would go back to her apartment and make herself coffee. Her eyes darted back to the door, then back to the monster. You've come this far… how rude would it be if you just walked in, saw a monster, and walked out? You're better than that.  

Frisk swallowed her resolve and sat far away, in the corner of the bar. She spared a curious look at him from under her thick lashes. She quickly looked away when his red eyelights slid over to meet her gaze. Oh God I hope he didn't see me starin'... 

How long had he been there? 

“Hey! I don't remember lettin' monsters in my diner,” barked the owner, Bob. Frisk startled at the gruff greeting… hardly a greeting. The monster glared across at him. 

“Oh. How silly of me. I didn't see a sign… Thought there were finally some sensible folk… guess I was wrong,” he growled. Frisk glanced at him, then at the window. No sign. No sign barring black people, or monsters. It was a clean window. It was why Frisk liked this diner. 

She glanced back at Bob and she frowned. The man might have been a scary sight but… she began to think of her own experiences. How would she feel if she was treated with disdain because of her work? If people found out… Her soul burst with empathy, a red glow showing through her dress and she shot up. 

“Wait! No, no… no, Bob no. He's right. There wasn't a sign,” she argued. The skeleton shot her a look, his eyes widening a bit. Bob also sent a warning look at her, but it only made her soul glow a bit brighter. 

“We have the right to refuse service to—”

“—I want him here, hm? What about that? I'll never eat here again if you do this, and you know how well I tip,” she threatened. The monster seemed to shrink the more they argued, sending fervent looks at her. Confused looks. Shocked looks… grateful looks. 

The monster watched her. Watched her as she leaned against the counter and spoke sweetly, firmly, eyelashes batting, hips swaying like some kind of siren. He didn't even know if it was intentional… He definitely wasn't complaining. He glanced up at the owner and grinned when he saw the flustered look on his face. 

“Fine Frisk… only for you… Dammit… You better not scare away any of my customers!” spat Bob as he went back to the kitchen. The skeleton narrowed his eye sockets as he watched him leave. Ass. 

Frisk gave a small sigh and sat back down, going back to reading the menu, covering her face and trying not to dart cautious looks at the monster. He was still terrifying… and he was a man… what if he took her act of kindness as a ticket to harass her? That had happened to her plenty of times. 

A silence enveloped the diner. She couldn't help but glance at him and every time she did, she could see him innocently lift his head and eyes. He didn't talk to her. A part of her was silently grateful. 

She had her coffee. He had a slice of pie. She tried not to watch him eat it with fascination. This was by far the most interesting thing to ever happen to her… and that was saying something. 

She wrestled herself away from the counter to use the ladies room, a part of her a little worried he would be gone by the time she came back. She stopped herself. Stupid. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from shooting another hidden look at him before she left. A blush spread across her face when he winked. Fuck!

After washing her hands, she composed herself enough not to race out to make sure he hadn't slipped away. Sure enough, he was still there, tapping his skeletal fingers on the countertop. 

She glanced down as she took her seat to see a folded napkin. That wasn't there before. Frisk tried to be as discreet as possible as she unfolded the napkin. She could almost feel the skeleton's gaze shifting on and off of her. Almost feel that skull grin widen. 

“Pie thank you for doing that. I hope this isn't too corny, but I crust anyone with your kind of integrity to like bad jokes. Anyway, name's Sans, Sans the skeleton.” 

Frisk snorted with laughter and immediately hid her mouth with the palm of her hand. She didn't dare look at him. That's really sweet… 

She tried to hide her smile as she grabbed a pen and slowly began to think up a good response. 

Sans the Skeleton watched her with gentle curiosity as she wrote back to him. This was just too cute. He didn't deserve this at all. Why was she being so nice? Why did he write a note on a napkin for fuck's sake? He felt like an idiot… but that little hidden laugh? He didn't know her name but he was starting to believe in love at first sight. 

She glanced up with a blush and tried to act as aloof as possible as she scooted over one seat closer to him and slid the napkin to him. She quickly recoiled back to her seat as if he'd bite and he didn't blame her one bit. 

His mouth was full of sharp fangs, he was big, monstrous and smelled like smoke. Not cigar smoke either. Fire. He'd sit far away from him too. 

Slowly, he opened the napkin and tried to fight the grin growing on his face. 

“It's slice to meet you, Sans.”  

Sans snickered at her little joke. That was good… it was rare to find such a kindred spirit in the marketplace of humor. He spared another hidden look at her. He was starting to grow fond of the Sunlight district… 

The napkin was running out of room on the side he'd been using. He flipped it over and clicked his pen, tried not to notice the excited shift of her cute, little body as he did so. He also tried to ignore the ugly looks being sent their way, but that was something he was a bit more hyper aware of. It took everything in him not to snarl at them to fuck off into oblivion. 

Frisk was inwardly squealing with delight as he flicked the napkin to her. It took everything in her to keep composed as she coyly sent him a look and then delicately unfolded the napkin. Her eyes wandered the diner as she tried her best not to appear too interested, but she was dying to read what he read. 

“Stop or I might start pie-ning.” 

She blushed, a small giggle escaping her lips. She had never interacted with a man like this. At least not since primary school, and even that wasn't nearly as sweet as this… to think it was a monster who would approach her like this. She bit her lip to hide her smile and glanced back at him. And she had been scared… 

He was battling with himself not to look at her. She was so cute. Her puns, her smile, those eyes that stole coy little looks at him. Her dress was cute, and her hair, messy. There was something wrong about her though. Streaks of mascara… puffy red eyes. Those had started to fade but the smudged makeup remained. Was she ok? 

“Okey dokey, Ms. De Là Noir, ready for your bill?” asked a plump woman with a kind face. Annie. Frisk smiled at her and reached for her pur— Her… Frisk's head jerked about frantically as she searched for her purse. Fuck… Fuck I left my purse! She thought, her face paling with fear. 

“I'll take care of it,” the rumble of the skeleton's deep growl of a voice startled Frisk out of her panic. She looked up at him with surprise as he moved a bit closer to her. Annie sent him a fearful look and gave a curt nod. 

“Oh no, you don't have to—”

“—Nah, I got it, it's ok. Put it on my bill,” he growled with a firm look. 

“Of course,” murmured Annie as she darted to the back. 

The two sat in utter, dumbfounded silence. 

He didn't know what came over him. He had never offered to pay for someone before, but she was honest to God the most charming person he had met in a long time… and she had stood up for him, it was the least he could do. 

Frisk stared at her lone mug of coffee. A new fear began to creep into her mind. He offered to pay for her. She should've fought that harder. The last time a man had paid for her, he harassed her for sexual favors. Only because she had accidentally let slip she was a vaudeville dancer and… the implications of that. Of course when she had refused. She winced as her eye ached with phantom pain. She got off lucky… 

She sent a small, fearful look at Sans. He was bigger than that man. He looked stronger. He was a monster so she knew he had magic. He was a reaper so she knew even for a monster, he was powerful. 

But he just smiled kindly, as kindly as one could with sharp fangs and black eye sockets only lit by pricks of red light. 

“Thank you…” she murmured hesitantly. He shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Just returnin' the favor, kiddo,” he said. Something about the word kiddo put her at ease, but she didn't know why. 

Soon the bill came and he paid for both of them. He stood up and sent her another look. Is he leaving? She couldn't help but feel disappointed. 

He placed his black trilby on his skull and winked at her. 

“I'll miss you a latte,” he quipped one last time and she pursed her lips to hide her smile; she couldn't hide her blush. Before she could say another word, he was out the door. She looked back down at the napkin. 

“Stop or I might start pie-ning.” 

She couldn't help but give a girlish giggle as she neatly folded the napkin and carefully slid it into her dress pocket. 

Yes she definitely liked the diner… it made her feel real again. Real and sweet… real and delighted. Made her feel like she was more than burlesque. 

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Good morning

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: cheating, insecurities, lies, angst, misleading storyline?? This one is long

Summary: when Bucky stops texting his long distance girlfriend good mornings each morning she gets suspicious, going back to America to visit him she's in for a surprise she had never expected.

A/N: guess who's writing again? No one because no one guessed because like 3 people will read this and it will be dead forever *shrug* I feel like this storyline is really misleading so, sorry? Also AOS is a main theme for this but if you don't watch the show it really doesn't matter

This is Bobbie btw for anyone who wants to know what she looks like for this

It had been over a year since you had seen your boyfriend, well properly seen your boyfriend, moving back to England was a hard decision for you but you knew it was the best one, you knew that taking the promotion was the best thing you could do but your mind was still constantly plagued with insecurities and worries, but you knew Bucky wasn't like that, he could never? Could he?

It had started about 3 months ago, his usually cheerful morning texts which never failed to bring a smile to your face had stopped, almost ceased to exist, from his constant hey, baby! How's my gorgeous girl? To his babyyy! Wake uupp! It's been too long! Facetime me when you're free my pretty doll. his morning texts had fallen to a simple hey or I'm busy we'll talk later and the main fact he never bothered to text first anymore had caused your usual insecurities to skyrocket, why did he never have time to send you a simple hello anymore? Or more importantly who meant he didn't have the time?

Your phone buzzed as you say in bed, mind plagued by thoughts, you immediately shot up, hopefully Bucky had gone back to usual? Opening your phone you had found a simple text from your boss Phil 'meet me in the headquarters at 10', why was Phil in England? More importantly why did he need to see you?

Standing up you prepared yourself for the day to come.

"Hey y/n/n!" Your good friend and teammate Bobbi chirped as she brought you your regular morning drink

"mornin' Bob" you slurred out as you wrapped your coat around your frame tightly, shivering as you took in the very open windows.

"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Argh! No! Stop throwing things at me!" Hunter shrieked as Bobbi began throwing pillows at him.

"Wow, adorable couple" you mumbled as you took in the pair, after getting remarried the pair had fallen deeply in love once again, you wished you could have that but unfortunately being the director of S.A.B, shield associations Britain you barely had the time to speak to Bucky, yet alone the time to break up with him or move on, whereas normal couples may have fallen apart you were way to busy to even think about dating or parties or even making new friends, you stuck to your own lane.

"hunter! Barbra!" A familiar, fatherly voice boomed as the familiar figure of Phil Coulson stepped into the office, taking in the pair he hadn't seen since Russia "I thought you two were never coming back to shield?" He grinned happily

"we could never leave our dear y/n alone in a country! She's so far into work she hasn't even been shopping yet!" Bobbie exasperated "and please, Phil! Dont call me Barbra! Barbra is far worse than any possible nickname you could give me!" The blonde grinned cheekily

"Bobbie, stop being so dramatic, we went shopping last month!" You shook your head playfully as you took a seat at your desk, gesturing for Phil to sit opposite you beside Hunter -who had perched himself happily onto one of the plush leather chairs-

"I need you to come back to New York for a while" Phil stated softly

"what? Really? Ohmygosh nofreakingway!" You shrieked happily

"English, y/n/n!" Hunter playfully chided, wagging a finger at you as you practically glowed, you had missed your friends and especially Bucky.

"when?" You asked excitedly

"next month, I'm sending agent Piper to hold things down till you get back here" Phil smiled at the young woman, barely reached her late 20's and still so experienced yet full of life. A small smile graced his lips as he watched the h/c girl jump up and start rambling.

• time skipy•

The buzz of the quinjet filled your ears as you stepped off, e/c orbs wandered as you took in the familiar tower in which your boyfriend and some of your closest friends lived, sighing deeply you grabbed Bobbi's hand and quickly guided her to the doors

"nervous?" She asks over the low rumble of the quinjet ascending back into the air and back to the main s.h.i.e.l.d base. Turning your head to face Bobbi you opened your mouth to deny but quickly remembered how useless it would be- you knew the spy since s.h.i.e.l.d academy! She knows you better than you do and vice versa

"I don't know why, b! I mean I'm going to see some of my best friends AND my boyfriend!' you blurted out exasperated, anyone walking past might have looked at you like you're crazy but Barbara Morse was your best friend in the entire world and she had seen much worse than you screaming out into the rough winds.

"y/f/n" she stopped walking abruptly piping your linked arms backwards with her "has Bucky been acting weird with you?" She asked inquisitively, shrugging you immediately regretted not speaking to her about Bucky before, she would have helped. "Oh y/n/n; you didn't you tell me? No wonder you're so skitterish today! Whatever it is I'm sure it's nothing too big, Bucky loves you and I can even tell that without meeting the man! He's probably on a mission or something, he IS an avenger" Bobbi calmly rubbed your back as she spoke, guiding your hand to the identification scanners.

"thanks Bob, you always know how to make me feel so much better. I love you" you sighed dreamily, aiming to annoy the woman "oh you cow! Stop being so corny!" The blonde laughed aloud and she lightly smacked your hand, walking into the escalators you began calming your nerves, you felt like a giddy teenager going to her first date. And you hated it. The fact that a few stupid texts had lead you into this trivial paranoid stage had fully set into your mind. It was Bucky for god's sake! James Buchanan Barnes, the same James who stumbled over his words when asking you out, the same bucky who arrived an hour early to pick you up for said date and almost died when he realised, the same Mr Barnes who quit the avengers (although for 10 minutes) to be with you. He was your Bucky and you don't need texts to know that.

As the elevator doors pinged open you and Bobbie stepped out and into the large lounge which occupied the avengers.

Looking up Steve's mouth gaped open before jumping up and accidentally flipping the table over as he ran towards you "Y/N/N! YOU'RE HERE OH MY! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG! I MISSED YOU!! AND IM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW HE-" Steve blabbered out as he squeezed hugged you tightly, barley taking in anything he was saying you were quick to end his ramblings

"'tevie! I've missed you and all but shhhh inside voices remember" you laughed as the soldier nodded looking like a lost puppy

"sorry y/n/n but I've missed my best friend so-" this was when Bobbie felt to make her presence known "hold up! Wait a minute! If anyone is y/f/n's best friend; it's ME. So sit down mate, she's mine" bobbie stated proudly, reminding you of your (then) puppy when meeting Bucky

Shaking your head you introduced Bobbie and greeted everyone else, sitting down inbetween Pietro and Wanda you looked around the room, the obvious man who wasn't in the room still plagued your mind "hey,guys where Bucky?" You asked with a small smile, the avengers a looked at you as if you'd grown 2 heads "what? Can't I see my boyfriend?" You laughed, greeted with silence you stood up "I check I'll check his room then?" You asked wearily before all but sprinting our the room, barely noticing how the room erupted and bob and Steve had run after you.

The elevator door closed as soon as you stepped inside, you were so confused, why was everyone so shocked? Especially when you called him your boyfriend? And Steve looked mortified! Taking a deep breath you stepped out and walked to your "boyfriends" door

"hmm yes buck!" A feminine voice sighed from the room as you neared it, stopping about a step away from the door you could almost feel the tears gathering in your e/c orbs, pushing them away you stopped to listen...not a sound came out, your mind must have been playing tricks surely!

Gulping a big breath of air you stepped forwards and opened the door quickly "Bucky! Surprise! I'm- Oh my god" your playful tone turned quiet and lifeless and you took in the scene Infront of you, bucky laying almost naked ontop of a scantily clad Natasha

•

Steve knew something was wrong the moment you asked for Bucky, why would she ask where Bucky is? Bucky had told the team he broke up with her to date Natasha MONTHS ago, then y/n called him her boyfriend and the entire team was stunned as it dawned onto steve.

Bucky didn't break up with his girlfriend, he was cheating on her with Natasha whilst the girl was off being a good person in England.

Steve quickly ran after his friend, Bobbie following shortly after as they attempted to keep up with the h/c girl, when the elevator doors closed quickly the man knew he was far too late.

"Rogers? Care to explain?!" Morse snapped as she stared up at the giant of a man

"buck...no" too in shock to believe Bucky, HIS Bucky would do this, words Jumbled and the man leaned against the wall awaiting the lift to come

"spit it out Rogers! If something is wrong with my best friend I need to know!" Barbara placed a hand onto the blondes arm, staring into his eyes as she searched for answers

"Bucky said they broke up, he's been seeing natasha since October"

•

Bucky knew he'd messed up, quickly scrambling off of natasha and throwing the blanket over her barely clothes body the ex assassin stared up at his girlfriend...well ex now he guessed

"you... little...I can't even.." you gasped out as you stepped back into the hallway

"y/n! Baby no!" He cried running after you

"OH FUCK OFF BARNES" your calm yet betrayed tone turned Malicious as you turned too him in a rage and screamed, the other avengers at this point had caught up and we're watching shocked, they had seen your angry side of the field or in life or death situations (or scariest of all, during monopoly) but never had you ever screamed or raised your voice at any of them and here you were fists clenched and body shaking as you stated at the man Infront of you.

"YOU ARE HONESTLY THE MOST EVIL MAN I'VE EVER MET! WHILST IM OUT THERE WORKING SO HARD FOR SHIELD YOURE WHORING AROUND WITH THAT SLAG?!" You screamed, natahsa at this point had stepped out and stared at you in shock

"Hey! You want a punch, bitch?!"

"she's not a slag!" The pair yelled at the same time, this just fueled your rage.

"OH FUCK OF! DON'T KID ANY OF US NATASHA YOU SLEEP YPUR WAY THROUGH LIFE AND YOU BARNES IM SURPRISED YOU EVEN GOT NATASHA SEEING AS YOURE SO FUCKED UP I'M EVEN SURPRISED YOU GOT ME!" you had no idea where this was coming from but rage and pain from all these few months had come crashing down on you

Feeling a familiar and protective arm wrap around your shoulders you expected the figure to pull you away, or hug you, or calm you but no- Barbra Mose does NOT tolerate betrayal and most certainly not when it's directed at her best friend

"you're surprised? Babes, the whore has probably slept around with half the world, i mean the cheap cunt probably had to flash her saggy boobs and that bitch ran to her with open arms" Bobbie stated, her voice strong and insulting yet everyone without even knowing this woman could tell that she was about to commit a murder.

"let's go, hun" bobbie stated, your energy gone as you pushed through the team behind you, however you stopped and turned to see that Bucky and natasha, although looking guitly had traveled to eachother, you turned back to face them and took menacing steps towards them, as soon as you were in range of the pair you cocked your fist back and bought it to the throat of your boy- your ex.

"bye Barnes, rot in hell with this demon of a woman"

And with that you called Phil, you wanted to disconnect the avengers from the S.A.B and told him that you would be extending your trip; it was time to step up as director, you were here now and your job was to make sure Sheild is at the top, and no sex obsessed dick of an ex is gonna break you.

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Okay it's so bad I know but the first parts were in my drafts for so long and I need to start writing again, I accidentally deleted my Steve imagine AND the first Bucky imagine so I'm trying to get those back but I'm also trying to actually right again. No one's gonna read this I know but it was a fun idea I had that strayed far, plus as long as I like my writing I'll keep doing it and maybe I'll do a part 2? Idk

[ratretro]

Well if it wasn't just motivation you wanted but an actual prompt to make you write smut, then how about nalu first time? Could be surprisingly kinky or super soft. Just go wild Bee. Write that smut you crazy soul

Title: Tender Touch

Pairing: NaLu

Prompt: NaLu First Times

Rating: M; Ages 18+!

None of these characters are owned by me, they are all owned bythe wonderful Hiro Mashima!

A/N:

Alright! So this prompt was sent in by phoenix-before-the-flame. Idearly love it, and I super appreciate everyone who sent me a smut relatedprompt. Which was like a few others. I’m so popular. So, a particular smutprompt, due to some personal issues that I have regarding that type of sexualexperience, I won’t be able to do. I will try to insert some of what you were wanting into this one shot to kind ofcompromise. So, if you sent a prompt it will probably in some way be shownhere. I ended up just combining all of the prompts into one giant collaborationwith the base being their First Time.

So below is finally the smut prompt you’ve been waiting for. Probably. haha 

           How had she gotten intothis predicament? She had asked herself this question a million times while herback lay flat against her comforter, and her head rested on the new pillowshe’d bought barely even a week ago. On top of her was Natsu. Her dear partnerNatsu, and the man she’d trust with her life any day of the week. Except todayapparently. Her nerves were shooting through her body like lightning strikes,and she just could not stop trembling. It wasn’t fear. She’d never be afraid ofhim, because he’d never do anything to hurt her and she was well aware of that.She was just anxious.

           They’dbeen dating nearly 6 months now, and aside from some heavy petting they hadn’t gonefarther than that. It’s not that she hoped to be celibate forever, shedefinitely wanted to have sex, and her lower regions certainly agreed it wouldhave to be Natsu no matter what. That was perfectly fine with her. There was noone she’d rather have touching her bare skin other than him. That still didn’tstop her from shaking like an earthquake. The only thing between the pair washis tight black boxers, and a light pink pair of panties that she’d thrown onright as he jumped through her unlocked window. I mean what was the point oflocking it since he would just show up through the damned thing anyway. DearMavis, he may as well just live here already.

           Thebody above her shifted from on top of her, and instead favored to rest on hisknees in front of her. Calloused, and scarred hands ruffled through bright pinkhair. He gave an exasperated sigh, and she watched him with curiosity gleamingin her eyes.

           “Wedon’t have to do this.” He moved to where he was now fully seated in front ofher which may have been closely linked to the fact that his legs were startingto buzz like static, and he just wanted to get off them as quickly as possible.

           Sheshifted uncomfortably, because she didn’t not want to do this. He had told hera billion times that this wasn’t his first time, but she’d overheard him askingGajeel, of all people, for tips. Well, it made sense since Levy was pregnantwith their third child now. Clearly Gajeel would have some information. Whateverhe’d told Natsu had sent his face ablaze in a color only rivaled by his ownflames. Still, he nodded like he understood the Iron Dragon Slayer.

“It’s not like I don’twant to.” She started while thinking of what to say next. This was a trickysubject. It did fill her with relief when his face visibly relaxed. He musthave thought that he’d hurt her or made her uncomfortable in some way.

           “Then?”he tried to prompt her to complete her sentence, but when she stayed silent hepanicked and followed up with a sentence he should have never uttered.

           “Yahave to help me here, Luce. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal, and if yadon’t tell me I won’t get it. I’ve seen you naked nearly 5 times today alone!Why are you nervous?” He’d literally seen her naked so often he was nearlyimmune to it. She passed him in the hallway naked last week, and instead ofbeing a normal male with a libido he was just indifferent. ‘Oh, there goes Lucy again. Must’ve forgot that new shampoo she boughttoday.’ He wasn’t sure what she was entirely concerned about. Then again,his heart was nearly pounding out of his goddamn chest. She was lying therewith her hair sprawled like sunlit tendrils. Her pale skin that deeplycontrasted with his own sun kissed complexion had him begging himself to touchher. She was a beauty. As corny as it sounded for some reason it was sodifferent to see her strewn across her bed in nothing but that delicate pinklace. She looked like a treat he so desperately wanted to eat.

           Hisheart felt like it might explode, and that was when Natsu Dragneel, master ofemotions, finally understood her nerves. While his heartbeat resonated with thefeeling of wanting nothing more than to touch her, he realized that herheartbeat was probably drowning in the self-consciousness of him being herfirst and having no expectation of what it’d be like. Sure, she’d probablytalked to Levy, but the small bluenette was far from her lost virginity and wason a third baby right now. She may not have had much advice to offer. Or whatshe did have made it worse. Suddenly, he felt bad. He hadn’t wanted to pressureher, and honestly if she told him to leave right that second, and not returnuntil she told him he could then he’d damn well do it.

           Hell,he didn’t know about this either, he’d even sunk so low as to ask GAJEEL what he should be doing in asituation like this. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d given him falseinformation, but before he’d left the Iron Dragon Slayer had some choice wordsfor him.

           “Ya better not hurt Bunny Girl. Don’t gorushin’ into shit like you do for battles. This is a different beast. Ya gottago gentle. Slow. I don’t wanna have to beat ya up on Levy’s orders.” He’d stoodfrom the table and left the Fire Dragon Slayer to think on it.

           She’d been surprisinglyquiet, but soon he knew why. He caught one look at those caramel eyes burningwith anger, and he knew he fucked up. Oh boy, he thought as a kick came flyingat his head. He managed to catch the slim pale ankle before her foot connected,but the other foot landed it’s hit with surprising precision. He grunted out inpain, and held his nose.

           “Whatthe hell, Luce!?” He wiped the small amount of blood from his nose, andattempted to stare her down, but the blonde wouldn’t budge.

           Shewas livid, and without a doubt any mood that had been established was over. Thecelestial mage was fired up, but in the wrong way. He was making light of herfeelings. While she was certain he was a virgin based on context clues therewas no way to confirm it, and he had insisted that he’d done this before,probably trying to hype himself up. A small amount of water pooled in her eyesbefore her rage finally came to the fore front of her mind.

           “I’mnervous okay! I’ve never done this before, and you keep saying you’reexperienced!” she turned her head away from him, and her thoughts continued topush through. The next words out of her mouth was what calmed her down. Once itwas said she knew it was the entire reason she was panicked.

           “Whatif…” her voice trailed off. “What if I’m not good at it.” She finished thestatement, but to her it felt awkward, and it made her feel vulnerable. Whywould it be bad to be vulnerable to him? To Natsu? The Natsu who saved her lifeon multiple occasions, the Natsu who protected her future, the Natsu whodefeated Acnologia and saved them all. She shouldn’t feel like being vulnerablewas a bad thing in front of Natsu. She was just so nervous about the entirething, that she forgot it was him. What an idiotic mistake to make.

           Natsufroze right there on the spot. Her concern was all started, because he wantedto seem like he knew exactly what he was doing. He considered punching himselfright then and there. His fist clenched tightly until his nails left smallcrescent moons in his palm. He was an idiot.

           “I’m—I’mnot experienced. I haven’t at all with anyone.” He looked down at the hands inhis lap. “This – You’re. It’s all important. I want this to go well, and I wantya to feel safe so I lied and said I knew what I was doing.”

           Hisface was filled with guilt, and how could Lucy continue to be mad at him with aconfession like that? She gave a small chuckle, before sitting up, andcaressing his cheek with her hand. Her slender fingers ran over the puckeredscar that had since faded from the irritated red to a color maybe two shadeslighter than his skin. She always thought that he reminded her of maple syrupfrom how vivid his skin was in her eyes.

           Heleaned his cheek into her hand with no hesitation before reaching his hand torun through her soft blonde tresses that fell in waves around her face, andbody. He loved her. Another cliché of course. He loved her without a doubt, andthis was special to both of them.

           “We’remorons.” She muttered as her thumb ran over his lips. She leaned forward, andhe met her halfway. It was soft, and tender, but the two hadn’t shared a kissthat felt so full of emotion in a long time. Eyes the color of mint, met theshade of hot chocolate that you would drink in the snow covered town of Magnoliaduring Christmas.

           “Doyou trust me?” he whispered before moving to land a soft kiss to her neck.

           “Always.”She pressed a kiss to his temple. They were such idiots, they could have beenmolding to each other’s bodies, but instead they were utter fools with thecommunication skills of a five year old.

           Hebit softly into her neck to test the waters, and was surprised when she let outa sharp moan. He pulled back, wondering if he’d hurt her. Once he caught herface he knew that wasn’t the case, she had just liked it. A lot. The shock onher face was evident as was the bright red shade spreading across her face, andup to her ears.

           Hepaused, pulling back from her for about a half second. He cleared his throatbefore moving back to her. This time he moved from his sitting position, andback to his knees. He didn’t tower over her but the height difference wasevident. His head dropped into the crook of her neck, and she felt him begin tosniff her ever so softly. It was like he was trying to drown in her scent.

           Herhead turned to the side and she caught the salty scent of sweat, and the earthfrom the forest he lived in. Under the smells of his travel here was his normalNatsu scent. He always smelled like ash, and smoke. She took it all in. It feltlike home to her, and since she hadn’t had one of those until Fairy Tail sherelished in the moment. Soon she was tugging her body to his chest in an effortto get even closer to him.

           Hecradled her head against him, before slowly lowering her back to the safety ofthe pillow below her. Her comfort was his absolute priority right at thatmoment. His hand tangled itself in golden strands as he hovered above her. Shewas still trembling but it wasn’t aggressive like before. This was a slighttwitch here and there, but she looked to be as calm as she could be. That easedhis feelings slightly. He moved his hand to touch the soft skin of her cheek,and she shivered slightly under his touch. His skin began to heat up, but healready felt like a furnace before so it made no difference to him.

           Henearly lost it when she nuzzled into his palm before placing a small kiss tohis overworked fingers. It was almost like she was praising his hard work.

           “Luce.”When he called her she turned to face him and stared into his face throughhooded eyes. She watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed. Something she haddone must have been good. She wondered exactly which action had triggered hisreaction, but before she could test her theory his hand ran down her skinleaving a trail that felt like fire down her abdomen. She became nervous againas he caressed the skin of her hip so tenderly. Through the nerves she felt asthough she might melt under his heated touch. Was he warmer than usual?

           “Natsu.”She whispered in response. She watched the muscles in his body twitch, but madeno comment. Slender manicured fingers tentatively touched his chest and themoment she made impact his muscles tensed under her touch. She wondered ifshe’d done something wrong or right, but an examination of his face led her tobelieve it had been right. His cheeks flared in a deep red all the way to hisears, and his heart fluttered under her hand. She moved to pull away since hisreaction had also spurred on her own embarrassment.

           “Don’t.”his voice was deep, and husky like there was something stuck in his throat. Hegulped again, but he held her hand steadfast to his chest. He liked her touch,and he wanted the skin contact that she was providing. For a brief moment hereveled in her scent. She smelled of rosemary, and vanilla. An odd combination,but he remembered that Happy had spilled one of her oils, and to even out theproportions so she wouldn’t notice they had mixed two bottles together to evenout the loss. She must’ve grabbed from one of those. Regardless, he found thatshe never smelled bad, and there was always the scent that was distinctlyLucy’s underneath the formula of the day. It reminded him of home.

           Shefroze from the sheer tone of his voice, and something stirred deep in her body.She’d only felt like this when she and Natsu were up to no good, and right nowthey were certainly up to no good. So, she left her hand to linger on his skin.He released her hand with the knowledge that she wouldn’t be moving it, andthen tilted her chin up slightly. That’s when he claimed her lips with his own.This wasn’t like before, the blonde noted. It wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t carnaleither. It was some middle ground she couldn’t describe. Still, a small moanescaped her mouth, and that only seemed to spur him on. Her eyes flutteredclosed, and she allowed the kiss to deepen.

           Herhands snaked up his chest to gently caress his neck before moving to his cheek.It was here that her own instincts kicked in. His tongue delved into her mouth,and they fought for dominance. It was clear he would win, but she loved a goodnatured tongue war. He pulled from her mouth, and a trail of saliva followedhim. She gave a small whimper at the loss of his lips on hers but it wasn’tlong before that thought was erased, and he was kissing her neck. It was smallbutterfly kisses going from her cheek to her clavicle before he moved back upto the muscle in the crook of her neck. There he paused, as if pondering hisnext move.

Then his teeth bitsoftly into her muscle. He was tentative and completely unsure of his action.She bit her lips, and her hips bucked lightly into his. He gave a small hiss atthe motion. His left hand gripped her hips down to the sheets, while he continuedto nibble, and suck on her skin. Heat pooled where he touched, and slowly shefelt the grip on her hips tighten as he held her down. A soft scream eruptedfrom her throat causing both of them to freeze. She froze with embarrassment ather action. Mavis help her the sensation she felt just from his breath on herneck was enough to melt her. Add his soft tentative biting to the mix, and shewas nearly putty in his hands.

He had paused fordifferent reasons, one being that he thought he’d hurt her, but the smell thathovered around them and filled his senses told him otherwise. Shit though, hehad to be more careful. His grip on her hips loosened, and she rubbed againsthim in a testing motion. One hand left her hip to grip the sheets so tight hisknuckles nearly went white. He forced the feeling back down, knowing for surethat he’d lose his control sooner rather than later.

His hand returned to herhips, but instead of a bruising hold from previously it was a gentle caress. Hesnaked his hand across her abdomen feeling the ripple of her muscles under histouch. Then, his hand squeezed onto her breast with no hesitation. He bracedhimself with one knee beside her left hip, and his other leg between her softthighs.

“Hn.” She breathed outin heavy panting breaths as the heat of his mouth hovered over her erectnipple. There was a small moment in time where she was filled with a primalurge that said one thing: more. Moreof him. Her hips shoved the junction of her thighs to his bare skin. She felthim twitch above her, but he seemed like he was unaffected. His tongue lashedout to touch her nipple in a light caress while his eyes stayed on her to judgeher reaction. Her breath hitched in her throat, and then released in a softwhimper.

He was still trying torestrain himself. He was trying to take Gajeel’s advice to heart. All thingsconsidered the pierced mage had to know something about this. He’d been withLevy, and she was small so he probably had to be gentle with her, and that’s exactlyhow he wanted to handle this. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, andsuddenly realized she was lacing her right hand into his wild pink locks. Herfingers played with the curled strands touching each one and rubbing them tofeel the surprisingly soft texture. He sighed in comfort before kissing up herchest and then between her breasts. Her breath hissed at every light touch ofhis lips to her skin. He’d teased her well enough he’d decided. His roughfingers gave a light pinch to her left nipple, while his mouth latched onto theright nub. Her moans intensified, and so did the bucking of her hips.

He could feel the slickwetness through the thin fabric of her lingerie, and if he was being perfectlyhonest it was driving him up the wall, and his mind was beginning to cloud withdesire. Soon, it would overrun his control, and he was trying desperately tohold himself. He let out a guttural sound from deep in his body when her thighsmoved to rub against his erection. Mavis he hoped he could hold it together.His eyes met hers, and a blush feathered across his cheeks as he noted the hazeof her eyes, the way her chest moved up and down quickly from the desperationfor air, and mostly the smile on her face. It was like he was her whole world,and in that moment she was his.

His hand returned to hercheek, and kissed her lips with a touch so soft it’d taken a slight turn fromthe actions he was taking before. Her arms wrapped around his neck to deepenthe kiss and once again they were at war as their tongues wrestled together.Her arms loosened, and he pulled from her mouth, and bit into her shoulder thistime with a little less control which caused her to let out another loudscream, but he had differentiated the pained noises she’d made from during theirbattles, and the ones caused directly by him in pleasure.

Her screams dulled tolow moans as he slowed his speed to one that was irritatingly drawn out. Hewanted to tease her and make her want this more than anything in her life. Thatwas the predator in him, he decided quickly. The territorial side was startingto rear it’s ugly head as was shown on the pale neck of his partner. Her skinwas as red as a rose from the hickies he’d left there, not to mention thequickly fading bite marks on the muscle of her neck and even on her collarbone. He’d left no visible part of her neck untouched. He wanted it known thatshe was his.

Now, he was rational.Lucy was in fact her own person, and would never be owned, but he could atleast swerve the gnats that surrounded her. Emerald iris’ examined her nakedbody beneath him and he felt the cold shiver run up his spine in anticipation.His hand ran down her abdomen, and trailed ever so slightly to tug the hem ofher underwear. Her hips raised without question which he decided was permissionto remove them. He slid them tantalizingly slow down her thick thighs whilemaking sure that his fingers brushed every part of her supple flesh. She liftedher legs, and he quickly discarded the garment into some dusty corner of herroom. He didn’t care where he just needed them gone. He nestled his bodybetween her thighs, and his right hand touched the warmth of her slits.

Her breath hitched fromthe searing heat coming from his fingers. Now, Lucy was well aware that Natsu’snatural body temperature ran hot. On the spirit of Mavis she found itcompletely unbearable to touch him in the summer. The only time she was evencapable of it was in the safety of her AC filled apartment, or the guild pool.So, when his heated hands captured the attention of the flesh between herthighs she knew this was end game. She was melting into his hand, and he hadn’teven done anything.

Natsu, on the otherhand, found himself slightly irritated as he once again thought back to hisconversation with Gajeel. It was slowly becoming a mood killer, but as soon ashis eyes touched on her glistening skin covered in sweat, and the fact that hewas between her spread thighs it was enough to harden him even past the pointhe’d started at. She was breathtaking laying beneath him. Still, the advicefrom the iron mage was desperately needed. He needed to ‘stretch her’ accordingto Gajeel who then went into uncomfortably excruciating detail on how thisshould be done. So, he followed what he was told.

Lucy’s breath came outin a small guttural moan as a finger slipped inside her. Her entire bodyclenched tightly as the feeling of something foreign inside her made herwrithe.

“Trust me.” Hewhispered, moving his finger out, and then in at a slow pace. He was supposedto let her get accustomed, so he tried to complete that task. What made thatdifficult was the rippling muscles tightly squeezing around his digit, and himdesperately wanting that to be a different body part than his middle finger. Hewas breathing in shallow breaths while she panted below him. He wasn’t sure ifthis was the right moment, but he slid another finger into her, and shetrembled. He paused as her breathing became slightly harsh.

“Luce?” he waited forher response to make sure she was okay before proceeding.

“Be gentle idiot.” Asmall smile lit her features, and she nodded to him to continue.

“I will. The firsttime.” He smirked as her face twisted into shock, and then flowed toembarrassment. She whapped him on the arm which incited nothing, but aresonating chuckle through his chest. Needless to say, while Natsu had her amelting pile of Lucy, she had yet to see him become restless.

Lucy decided it was agood time to follow the mood. Even with panting breath, and hooded eyes she stillran her hand up his toned thigh, and she felt it tighten under her caress. Sheslid her finger under the tight black fabric and ran her hand over the fleshshe found there. However, she wouldn’t be stopping there even though her heatedcheeks were begging her to. Instead she ran a cupped hand over his member andstroked upward. What she hadn’t expected was the growl that tore from histhroat.

           Hereyes widened as the pupils of his eye turned to slits, and reminded herdistinctly of the moments when the dragon had surfaced. It was apparently apart of the dragon slayer package. Sometimes their eyes just changed, andusually it was in times of emotional turmoil. The way he was looking at her didnot leave her feeling distressed or scared. No. She wanted to see him writheunder her touch. Still, she was embarrassed, and this was definitely out of herrealm of comfort. She stroked again with her face flushed while she tried tofind a pace that worked. She flicked her wrist upward, and he jerked to a stop.His hand stilled with fingers still buried in her.

           Ittook him more than a minute to collect himself from the deep haze of his mind,and even then he wasn’t exactly sure he could last at this rate. Not only hadhe never had sex a day in his life he was also being stroked by her. Dear Mavis, he could release rightthen and there, but then they’d both lose out on the thing they were strivingfor. He attempted to match her pace by pulling out, and pushing in the twofingers he’d sheathed inside her. He managed to match her pace, and soon it wasboth of them letting out pleasured noises.

           Ohboy was he restless, but more than that Lucy focused on his forehead where hiseyebrows were knitted together as he focused completely on the pleasure, pace,and what she assumed was control of his raging need to be with her. He slippeda third finger in her which caused her to hiss lightly. It didn’t hurt, but itwas mildly uncomfortable. Natsu halted immediately, but she continued to stroketo usher him to continue. Soon, she felt her body get used to the added finger,and she began to rock her hips into him as if to bury them even deeper.

She was wildly graspingat the tops of his boxers now in order to remove the tight clothing. He removedthem quickly throwing them into the void of sex ridden clothing never to befound again. Until morning that is. If they could find them at all. That wasthe thing about the ‘void of sex ridden clothing’ it was a void. You’d reallyonly find the item when you moved.

Below him the blondeshuddered and pushed again with desperation. He didn’t stop, but he slowed hispace in wonder. If he’d found some secret sex thing he wouldn’t know but whenhe pushed ever so slightly against a certain spot in her walls she would buck.He made an expression close to confusion. But hey, if it worked, it worked. Hewould have shrugged though that seemed ill placed during this particularsituation. He hit spot again, and with a scream of pleasure her hands grippedhis shoulders and dug into his muscle. He felt warmth shoot through his body,and a moan flowed from his lips. Had he known scratching was his kink? No. Didhe know now? Abso-fucking-lutely. The fingers digging into his Fairy Tail emblemgently released, and then glided up to nestle into his hair. The othercontinued it’s tight grip as if bracing her while he teased and taunted heraching body.

She found herselfbreathing harshly, and trying desperately to keep her head from filling withthat deep haze threatening to take over. How had he been keeping so calm theentire time? She didn’t know, but he probably had some trade secret. He had tohe was Natsu Dragneel, all time destroyer of buildings far and wide, with nosense of restraint. So, either he wasn’t as interested as she thought he was,or he had a secret. It had to be the latter. His arousal confirmed hisinterest, but she couldn’t read his mind.

Her hand was in his hairagain, and Natsu felt his mind slowly slipping. The soft tangle of her fingersin his soft, pink mane was enough to keep his fingers deep, and twisting. Hefelt a grunt slip from his lips as she clenched her hand effectively pullinghis hair. He wished that wasn’t a turn on, but damn it was. Not that it wouldbe a surprise to anyone even himself. His head bent forward into her chest, andhis tongue once again found the pink nub of her nipple. He licked gingerlyinciting another moan from the blonde before taking it entirely into his mouthand sucking the hardened skin gingerly. The sounds she made only egged him on.Soft whimpers, a moan, a sharp intake of breath were all sounds he could getused to her making on a regular basis.

He released the nipplehe been working between his teeth with a pop before switching to her right. Shebucked even harder once her left nipple hit the cold air, and the right one wascontrasted with a burst of warmth. The fingers in his hair pulled, and hegrunted against her chest. Her hair tug was reciprocated by a slightly rougherthrust of his fingers. Normally, she’d make it a game, but right now with himlatched to her, and his fingers buried inside her heat she really didn’t wantany games. In fact, she found herself wanting him. Now. It was such a powerfulemotion and she was weak in the face of it.

He released her withanother pop, and his fingers slowly withdrew from her folds. Once again hishands were grazing her outer thighs, and his fingers dug into the flesh. Hekissed down her stomach while her muscles flexed beneath him. He could feel herevery twitch as slid down her body before his face neared her wet pink flesh.

“N-Natsu! That’s embar—”her breath hitched, and a small moan exited her lips. His mouth was on her inan instant, and her voice cut out instantly. His tongue felt like coals on herskin, and he had to hold her legs to keep her from kicking him while shewrithed. His tongue slithered inside her, and another scream erupted from herbody.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled,not really thinking about what he was saying. He was auto responding by thispoint. His nose was swarmed by the scent of her arousal, and he wouldn’t haveit any other way. In fact, he loved it. It was almost intoxicating to know howmuch she wanted him. He found the small bead just above her opening, and grazedit with his tongue.

That was his favorite.He decided right then and there. His favorite sound was his name on her lipswhispered like a prayer. His eyes went from light jade to dark onyx in a matterof seconds. He pulled from her heat, and Lucy whimpered at the cold that tingedher folds. He moved above her once again, and the moment she caught those eyesher cheeks were the reddest shade he’d ever seen. Even redder than a rose inspring. His smirk was dangerous, and Lucy found that she liked it. She waspulsing, and he was right there. Ready to take her. If he’d just do it. Shewasn’t about to beg though. That’d be embarrassing for her. Even if it was herbest friend she didn’t want to put herself out there like that.

           “Areyou okay?” his free hand caressed her cheek as though she was a fragileporcelain doll. She nodded once, slowly and attempted to calm the apples of hercheeks. She failed.

           “Yes.”It was a strained whisper from her throat. She was okay, and she was sure shewanted this, but anxiety once again rose to the surface once the question wasout there in the open.

           “Wedon’t have to do this.” His tone was soft and tinged with worry. Natsu wouldnever hurt her that much was certain, but in this activity there wasn’t a wayto avoid the inevitable. Still, with his hand resting on her cheek she feltthat as long as he held her she’d be okay. She was always safe with thepinkette after all.

           “Iwant to.” It was a determined response, and the look in her eyes could not bedenied. She wanted this, and amber eyes peered at him from below thick lashesas if issuing a challenge. His throat bobbed as he gulped at her writhing form belowhim. Her chest bare for him to see, her skin soft enough to touch endlesslyeven soaked in sweat, thighs thick and tantalizing enough to draw him in.Challenge accepted.

           Heleaned over her lithe form, and his lips took hers once more. Her lips werered, and swollen from the many harsh kisses they had shared. His were rough,and slightly chapped but that was absolutely Natsu. He was always rough andscarred while being covered in wounds he’d taken to defend her. Regardless of thefeeling of dry skin on her lips, she just wanted him closer. Their tongues beganto rub together mercilessly, and trails of spit kept them together even as theydesperately pulled away for air. Then, they were on each other again riding thetidal wave of their own desire whilst losing control all the while.

           Shefelt the warmth between her legs pulsing and it ached for him to touch it. Meanwhilehis own arousal began to throb until it was nearly painful. He just desperatelywanted this considering they’d been building up to it for the past 4 months,and then tonight for nearly 2 hours. This aching had been growing inside of himthroughout the evening and he did not mind it. Not if he could feel her, andnot if she could gain pleasure from this. Suddenly, he was grateful of theadvice so kindly provided. He may not have cared for the source, but he neededher to feel good about this too, otherwise what was the point?

           Theymoved in tangent with each other. Her moaning, and his grunting as they foughtfor dominance through loose kisses. He was obviously winning, but she alsowasn’t fighting that  hard. They finallybroke apart in wild gasps, and while she was there soaked and twitching, hewanted nothing more than to dive right in. But this had to be done slowly, hereminded himself.

           “Areyou ready?” it was a small whisper that spread through the air like a softbreeze. Was she ready? Decidedly she was. Lucy Heartfilia was about to spendher first night with a man. Sexually, that is. She was nervous, and excited,but also filled to the brim with love. What a cliché. Though, she would neverhave gotten this far with him if she hadn’t loved the idiot.

           “Ready.”Her hands rested on his shoulders in preparation for what was to come. His headrested between her folds, and he took a deep breath to settle himself. Don’tplunge, he thought. Go slow. He was chanting to himself, and then he gave asmall push. Wet. Tight. Were the words that came to mind. He stopped there,with the head in and peered at her face to try a gauge how slow he would needto go. Her face was twisted, but not in pain. At least not all pain. It seemeda mix between pained and uncomfortable. He waited. It wasn’t hard to do whenthe woman below you is your partner, and best friend. Why hurt them needlessly.Her facial expression relaxed after Mavis knows how long. So, he started movingagain inch by inch. He paused when the form beneath him jerked and whimpered.And not in a good way.

           “Luce?”he stroked her cheek with his free hand while the other held him steady so hewouldn’t move and do something to hurt her. She breathed hard and fast, butdidn’t respond automatically. He immediately became panicked until he felt asharp squeeze to his shoulder. He nuzzled into the fingers digging into hisshoulder, and Lucy began to relax. He even felt the difference in her warmth.This must’ve been what Gajeel meant when he said you needed to ‘stretch her’.Had he not done it long enough, or was there really no way to just skip thehurting her part at all? A forehead bumped into his and drug him from histhoughts.

           “Youcan move again.” And so he did. Slowly, so tantalizingly slow. Now, thecelestial mage was quite aware that her partner was doing this for her, but amore carnal part of her wanted to get into it.

           “Stopme when you need to.” It was a demand, she realized. Then, he was pushing again.It hurt her just like before, but she was accustomed to it now. Until the sharpsting that came out of nowhere. THAT hurt. She yelped, and immediately Natsuwas panicking in seconds. He had thought he was moving slow, but what the helldid he know about slow!? He didn’t do anything slow. His mind screamed, and hewondered if he should remove himself, or wait. What would be less painful forthe blonde??

           Itwas several excruciating seconds of him watching her earnestly while he gaugedthe reaction of what would be the best. It didn’t matter which way he moved,out or in, she still winced.

           “Move.”She mumbled. His body flinched, and he almost looked angry.

           “No.Why would I do that when it obviously hurts idiot?” he was flabbergasted by theidiocy of his partner. No way in hell was he go—and then she looked at him. Hereyes were still hazy with lust, and the small smile on her face nearly had himconvinced she was okay. So, against his better judgement he moved, finallysheathing himself fully inside her. His arms shook as he held himself up, and hefelt a fire run through his body. This was by far the best feeling he’d everexperienced. It was soft like silk, and the heat wrapped around him in ways henever though possible – he was the fire dragon slayer and this was so muchhotter than his own flames.

           “It’sokay.” It was another quiet encouragement from her. He shivered, pulling outslightly, and then pushing back in. He couldn’t fight his body tensing, and hernails once again dug deep into his flesh. Out, and in. No visible pain, and shewasn’t saying anything, though small whimpers left her mouth. Her soft lips. Hepressed his mouth against hers, and picked up his speed ever so slightly. Herhips bucked, and met his rhythm. They were starting off rather slow consideringhis penchant for rushing head first into anything with no regard to theconsequences.

           Theblonde’s moans picked up, but he was swallowing them with every searing kiss toher mouth, and every thrust of his hips. She was writhing underneath him now,and from the noises she was making, and the fact that she wasn’t hitting him orattempting to stop him he assumed she was okay. Lucy was always upfront abouther feelings so he knew she’d tell him.

           Belowhim Lucy was trying everything in her power to be contained, but boy was shelosing. Her abs burned as she attempted to match his pace, which was difficult becausethis idiot had ten times the stamina that she did, and her cardio wasconsiderably lacking. Still, he body thrusting into hers had her reeling. Shefelt vulnerable, and while that scared her she also felt even closer to thedragon slayer. She felt connected. It was like when she cast Fairy Sphere andeveryone’s magic power was coursing through her veins. They were all connectedthen, and that’s what she felt now with Natsu. Another moan burst from herlips, and with every nose she made he seemed to be losing himself even further.

           Theeffect she had on him was filling her with pride. His hand left a trail of heatuntil he reached her thigh. He lifted it gently, and then soon her left leg waspropped on his shoulder. Suddenly, he was deeper, and a guttural scream left herthroat. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but then again she’d never had sexbefore, and surely angles could make all the difference. Her right movedagainst the side of his body slowly before positioning itself on his othershoulder. This one hung loosely, and ended up in the crook of his elbow as hepounded into her.

           Shewas tight, and her walls were gripping him like nothing else could. It was likesticking his member into the best hand ever. Specifically, her hand was thebest hand ever, and so was this. Every time he pulled out it was like she waspulling him right back in. By now they’d become accustomed, and synced to eachother so it was easy to slip together.  Itwasn’t long before his grunts matched up to her moans, and shit when she movedher leg on her own to hang from his shoulder it was almost the end of him. Buthe had goals, and that was to make her cum first. If he could, Mavis this wasall very very new. His hand dug into her right thigh earning him another deepmoan, and this time it was his favorite sound. Mavis, his name on her lipswhile he was dipped inside her was like nothing else he’d ever experienced. Hecaressed up her thigh to her calf, and brought her leg back to his shoulder. Histeeth bit gently into her thigh, and the hard buck of her hips had him gaspingfor air.

           Hismovement may be limited, but he gave it a shot anyway. He maneuvered his handback to her folds, and he honestly shouldn’t have looked down. It was the mosterotic thing he’d seen to date, and he’d been watching her breasts bounce upand down, and the everchanging facial expressions she made while he was insideher. Gajeel had called it ‘making love’ something that had made the pierced mageturn several shades of red over. Natsu had a feeling that came from the readerin Levy. Lucy hadn’t really given a name of any kind to the activity they weredoing. ‘Making love’ seemed corny, and it made him cringe internally, but ‘fucking’just felt gruff, and ugly. He felt like they were ‘mating’. He intended to bewith this woman for the rest of his days, and he was a dragon slayer, so itseemed fitting enough. He’d run it by her later.

           Still,he hadn’t realized that seeing it was different than feeling it. He was able tosee him going in and out, and that had him nearly bursting at the seams. Hemoved quickly back to her face as his heart jumped from it’s place in his chest.He focused back on her, and his fingers stroked the bead right above where hehad entered her. She lurched forward, shoving her hips straight into his. Atthis point he was winging it. She liked it when he’d licked earlier, so he hadhoped touching would be the same. It was. And the feeling of her grinding intohim was intoxicating. Her legs slipped from his shoulders to the crooks of hiselbows, but still he used this to his advantage. Once again he fingered at herpearl, and she was screaming while her pale fingers dug into the pillow underher head. She was aggressively thrusting into him with every stroke he gave. Hecould feel her constricting with every movement, and he knew from the feelingin his stomach that he wouldn’t last much longer.

           Hegroaned her name softly as the pulsing need gathered, and it wouldn’t be muchlonger until release. Suddenly, she constricted tightly around him, tighterthan the entire time they’d been moaning against each other. Then, he noticedshe was clutching the pillow so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Hereyes were screwed shut with her face twisted in pleasure. That’s when herealized it. She came. He was on the verge of laughing in pure ecstasy, but he’ddecided against it, and held back.

           Hepulled in, and then out. That pulsing squeezing him so tightly that he knew itwas over. And so he rode the feeling. She felt so good around him, and it wasas though it was all he could even think about. He was moving slowly trying tohold out as long as possible. It was too late to try and hold it back now, andwith a final thrust he felt a loud growl come from his throat. He spilled out,and his body tensed and jerked as he followed her finish.

           Theywere both panting, and his sweat dripped from his forehead to her cheek. Hebrushed the sweat from her face, and when her eyes opened all she was met withwas his wide grin and the canines that had dug into her flesh were showing. Itwas his signature smile, and Mavis she knew he’d be the death of her. He pulledfrom her, and both shuddered at the removal of his flesh inside her own. Heflopped to her side with a grunt.

           “I’venever felt so exhausted in my life.” The pinkette whined, and honestly so wasshe. Her stomach muscles ached, and her hips hurt with the fire of a thousandflames. Cursed fire dragon slayer. She wouldn’t be able to move for the rest ofthe day. 

           “Don’tworry. I’ll carry ya to the bathroom just like the time you got drunk, andbegged me to make ya purr.” He wasn’t thinking very clearly at this point, andslowly he turned to his side. He lifted his arm so she could shuffle into him.

           “Willyour back be warm with the fire of your rage?” the pair laughed as Lucy tuckedherself into his chest. While she didn’t need the bathroom right now, sheabsolutely needed a nap. She had wondered briefly about Natsu, but with thetell tale sign of his snoring she knew he was already asleep.

           “Ilove you.” The blonde kissed the scar on his neck gingerly. The snoring stoppedbriefly.

           “Ilove you too weirdo.” He shoved his nose into her hair before he went lax againsther and the snoring began again.

           Inall her life she never imagined that the man she’d spend the rest of her lifewith would be a man like Natsu. He was crass, bad tempered, and he neverproperly thought before rushing into battle. He was also caring, and he thoughtthe world of his guild and his friends. He would never betray his family. Hewas perfect in every way, and she loved him no matter what.