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6ftgirlfriend · 5 years ago

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Elu Prompt #34: “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to bed.”

WARNING: 4.2K. SMUT (First time writing it, so please forgive me asdfghjkl;)

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It was summer vacation. After having passed his BAC, Lucas thought Eliott would have time now to enjoy himself this summer. Wrong. Very wrong. He was stuck with having to see his parents the first weekend after school ended — much to Eliott's and especially to Lucas' dismay.

It was a known fact that going one day without the other was painful and was highly not recommended. For everyone's sake, the outgoing and chaotic teen would grow anxious and weary as Lucas would shrivel up into his old grumpy self. It was exhausting to be around Lucas when he got like this, he would whine on and on about missing his boyfriend. One could say it was adorable, but the truth was, Lucas hadn't gotten laid in over a month! He has had it from having been cockblocked by his own boyfriend, which resulted in Lucas having to jerk himself off on occasions. It wasn't enough. Never enough.

Because Eliott strictly instructed that they stayed in different apartments. For the sake of Eliott being able to study for his BAC. He was determined to pass this time, and Lucas was a hundred percent on board except for one thing. Lucas had to stay in Mika's, and Eliott had to be in his apartment. To avoid Lucas' "distracting puppy eyes and naturally cherry red lips that awaited their hourly kisses,” Eliott would say. Which Lucas tried denying but swallowed his words when Eliott's mouths devoured him. Only to prove Eliott's point.

Lucas should feel offended but so what? Every kiss and touch from Eliott sparked light into his very being. Everything became blissful whenever Eliott was around. So sue him for being attracted to his super hot boyfriend.

Besides, it's not like Lucas couldn't live without Eliott. Okay.

Because clearly, Lucas had control. He really did, he didn't need a man to keep him sane. And yet—he missed Eliott. Bad.

Fuck! Okay maybe, he was going slightly insane whenever a tall guy with a resemblance to any form of gravity-defying hair would appear, only to have his heart would skip a beat.

Just slightly.

He was never going to hear the last of it if anyone found out, especially Eliott. Only leaving Lucas feeling like a fool and even more ashamed as he was hallucinating about his own fucking boyfriend! What was this? A Nicholas Spark's film?

Unbelievable. Lucas continues counting down the minutes. Soon, Lucas, soon.

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Lucas was feeling thirsty. His throat was dry as the Sahara desert from the summer heat. It was the hottest it's ever been in Paris, but that wasn't all. There was also a fire burning inside him that was boiling at its very core. Sweat started to collect at his temple as he laid on the living room floor in Eliott's house. He was wearing nothing but one of Eliott's shirts and his boxers, staring up at the ceiling in boredom. As the silhouette of the yellow curtains shift and moved with the wind as he had left the balcony door opened. Eliott's AC wasn't working correctly, but the slight breeze was helping.

Eliott had given him a spare key a while back, saying Lucas was welcomed to come by as he pleased. Ever since Eliott left, Lucas had been sleeping in Eliott's apartment. Just needing to be surrounded by everything "Eliott." His home, his bed, his scent, and anything that screams Eliott.

Skipping all the poetic bullshit. Articulating long romantic spiel was more Eliott's schtick. The bottom line was, he was horny.

Curse his poor impulse control.

Eliott was supposed to be coming back home today. And Lucas could hardly wait. Lucas glances at the clock on the wall. It was 18:23. He was beyond anxious. Sure, they've FaceTimed each other and texted one another when they woke up and before they went to sleep. But that's not the same thing. Lucas needed to be physically with Eliott as much as he was emotionally connected with him.

Fine. He admits it. He was clingy and needy. He wasn't fighting it anymore. He was at the end of his rope here.

Now, Lucas was feeling a bit concerned with how much he wanted to jump Eliott's bones after having not seen him for days with his very eyes as it became too unbearable.

Lucas wanted to roll his eyes at his dramatism.

It was fine. He was going to be a good boyfriend and greet him like a normal person. A completely normal person who hadn't hallucinated his boyfriend in a crowd nor did he jerk off in their bed after getting aroused from having only breathed in Eliott's familiar scent. Nope, Lucas was totally fine.

Click!

Upon hearing the door being opened, Lucas scrambles to reposition himself. Why the fuck was he getting nervous for? Jesus Christ, he hadn't been this tense since the common room paint incident. And God, that felt like ages ago, and at this moment, he was feeling jumpy all over again. Butterflies threatened to disperse in his stomach. The anticipation of seeing Eliott's gorgeous self and what's to follow…

"Hello? Lucas? I'm home." Came Eliott's sweet melodic voice. Lucas was spread out on the couch as he pretends to be reading something. Only wanting to slap himself. What the fuck was he thinking? Eliott knew he hated reading. Way to be inconspicuous, Lucas.

Shut up! Respond like a normal human. Go!

Right. Lucas had missed a beat as he looked up from the book to find Eliott looking at him with his blinding smile. Lucas was going to combust from how much he had missed that smile that resembled the sun. He was already gone.

"H-Hi, baby. How was the trip back?" Lucas was going for casual. No need to sound desperate. He was going to be good — no need to get emotional.

Eliott only quirked his lips as his eyes shone brighter as he made his way over to the couch. Before Lucas can register what was happening, he was being picked up like a toddler and was being hugged tightly.

After having snapped out of his unconscious state. Lucas instantly melts into Eliott's embrace. His soft wild hair that smelled divine. His strong arms that were securing Lucas. Lucas returned the hug as fiercely. They were like a knot, finally coming together. He missed Eliott's calming presence. He felt at peace once again. As if everything was back to how it should be.

Nope, Lucas refused to cry. He was not going to cry here and now. And yet, why did his voice sound so broken when he whispered, "I miss you."

Lucas didn't need to see the smile to know when Eliott gingerly whispers back, "I miss you too. I couldn't stop thinking about you, baby." Lucas gazed up into Eliott's piercing eyes now. "Although, I think may have hallucinated seeing you in a crowd and—."

Lucas burst out laughing, feeling both ridiculous and relieved. Upon seeing Lucas' smile, Eliott began chuckling as well. Somehow the tension lessened, and Lucas felt like he could breathe again. The Eliott effect.

He didn't know why he was so nervous before, but it didn't matter now as he finally had Eliott back.

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After discussing miscellaneous things with one another and catching up with each other. Eliott and Lucas laid upon the couch in content, but something electric was forming in the air. It was grazing the hairs of their arms, all over their bodies, festering in the pit of their stomachs.

Lucas already knew what to call it; sexual tension.

The atmosphere was beginning to make him tense again as he tried to subtlety glance at Eliott. He didn't know why he felt so conscious of himself. It's not like he's a virgin. They've had sex countless times, however, this time. It was different.

They had been abstinent for a month due to Eliott's request of being determined to pass his BAC. The extra time apart afterward was probably their breaking point because when Lucas looked at Eliott properly this time. His breath caught in his lungs as his throat became dry again.

Eliott was looking at him with hooded lids as if he was prey. Lucas gulped, and Eliott gazed immediately drifts to his neck and lingered there. Lucas was beyond aroused, but he felt like running away for some reason. He quickly got up and made his way to the kitchen. Scratching his head, as he threw back, "You know what? I'm feeling hungry all of a sudden." Maybe a quick snack can relieve his nerves.

Lucas started to look through the cabinet for the ingredients and asked over his shoulder, "you want anything, Eliott?"

When Eliott's low voice came from behind his ears. "I could eat."

Fucking Christ on a platter!

Lucas may or may not have jumped as he was startled by Eliott's sudden presence. Goddamnit! Lucas forgot how sneaky Eliott could be. After a few seconds, Lucas tried to collect himself.

Without turning around asked, "I asked what do you want." Lucas knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it. Needed to hear it.

He felt the heat of Eliott's body radiating off his back, coming closer. Sweat was running down his neck as he felt Eliott's arms snake around his middle. As Eliott whispered into his ear.

"I want you."

Lucas sighed blissfully when Eliott began peppering kisses along his neck, sucking softly.

"Can I, baby?"

Lucas gripped the arms surrounding him, a silent cue for Eliott to continue.

He loves receiving hickeys from Eliott. It made him feel closer to Eliott as his skin would tinkle from grazing against them. To be marked up by Eliott sent pride through his whole being. As he was getting caught up in the moment as Eliott began nipping at his jawline. Lucas suddenly realized something, where were his hourly kisses? It had been more than days since he'd received them. He was feeling spiteful as he proceeded to turn towards Eliott.

He was now pinned to the kitchen counter and Eliott's hard body. He stared up at Eliott hungrily.

"Don't you dare tease me now, where is my damn kiss?" Eliott only smirked and chuckled lowly in return. Eliott's arms tighten up to lift Lucas again.

Seriously? Was Lucas that skinny?

Not that he was complaining as Eliott settled Lucas onto the kitchen counter gently with his legs dangling off the sides. Now, they were eye to eye and the perfect position to kiss.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Before Lucas could respond, Eliott sealed his lips by captivating them, practically consuming him. It was messy and out of control. Logic and reason disappear as the collision came close to euphoric. He was moaning from having only felt those familiar lips on his own again.

Every time Eliott's lips met Lucas', he swore he saw glimpses of heaven. Eliott's tongue was demanding access and Lucas gladly complied. Deepening the kiss made Lucas lose all sense of control. Something finally set them off. Igniting their passion and appetite for one another. Eliott makes sure to strip Lucas of his shirt hastily and pulled his own above his head and disposed of them as they went back to touching every inch of each other in a crazed frenzy.

Lucas had grown hard since their kiss, as he felt his leaking cock demanded attention. But the way Eliott's tongue was exploring his mouth was already making him feel like he was coming apart. His hands were gripping Eliott's hair. His legs trembled from the friction of rutting against Eliott. He was tightening them around Eliott's hips, to hold him closer.

Closer. Need you closer!

Eventually, they had to break apart to come up for air. The string of saliva that connected them make Lucas whine as he felt inflamed. His loose boxers left little to the imagination. As if sensing his distress, Eliott glanced down and grinned mischievously.

"Do you need a hand there?"

Lucas scoffs as he lightly pushed at Eliott's solid chest. "Oh, fuck you! It's been a while. You're going to tease me now?"

Eliott took the hand at his chest and brought them up to kiss the fingertips. "Baby, you know, I'm the best at teasing you."

"Mhm. Yeah, I know what else you're best at." Feeling lewd and drunk on lust, Lucas grunts as he continued staring intensely into Eliott's eyes. Anticipating.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the bed.” Lucas whimpered as Eliott teasingly brought his index finger into his mouth, sucking on it. He was staring back at him, daring him.

"I swear to God, Eliott! If you don't—ngghh!"

Lucas was pretty sure his whole brain stopped functioning once he saw Eliott lick his own palm. Never breaking eye contact as he felt Eliott's veiny hand slide down from his abs into his boxer, firmly gripping his throbbing dick. The long fingers held him gently before eventually stroking him with precision. He gripped Eliott's shoulders as he let out a sinful moan. As Eliott began pumping Lucas, he started to shake from the pleasure. "Ah, fuck! P-please, Eliott." Lucas couldn't breathe as his moans caught his words.

"What is it, baby? What do you want." Eliott still had his cheeky grin as he took in Lucas' pained expression, gleefully. This sadist. Only slowing the pace of his strokes as he prolonged the question, thumb teasing the slit of his foreskin. "You have to tell me, baby." Oh God, Lucas rolled his eyes back as he felt Eliott bit the side of his neck. Never hurting him but enough to leave him panting like he was in heat.

Eliott had a slightly sadistic streak, no one would have guessed it just by looking at his calm demeanor and blinding smiles, but right now, Lucas was at his mercy, and he'd never been so turned on. Fuck, how he had missed this.

"Nngghh, please, Eli—ah!" Lucas was barely comprehensible. All his thoughts were Eliott, Eliott, Eliott! He could only hook his legs around Eliott's torso tightly as he tried to get closer, refusing to let go.

But Eliott wasn't having it. He abruptly let go of Lucas' cock and gripped his jaw instead to have Lucas look into his eyes. He was trying to get Lucas to focus.

"Tell me."

Whining from both lost of pleasure and seeing how dark Eliott's gaze has become was making him hazy. And yet, Lucas managed to pant out, "I w-want you to fuck me!" If Eliott thought he was the one in control, he had another thing coming. With all the strength he could muster, Lucas pulled Eliott closer and whispered harshly into his ear as he bit down on the earlobe. "Damn you! I want your cock. I want to feel you inside. Now."

Eliott shuddered as he never saw Lucas being so aggressive while they had sex. The desire had taken over both of them now as Eliott kissed Lucas hard on the mouth as he bit down on those luscious lips. "So good for me...How do you want it, baby?"

"Bed. Now."

Fuck the French language, Lucas didn't have time for words as he desperately needed to feel Eliott fill him to the brim with his cock. It's been too long. He lost it now.

Wasting no time, Eliott lifted Lucas by his ass, practically groping them as Lucas continues to seek out Eliott's lips, settling for his neck instead. Eliott had to kick open his bedroom door as everything became blurred in the background.

He placed Lucas down on the bed as he bounces slightly on the sheets. Eliott began to undo his belt buckle. He was breathing hard as he saw Lucas reached into his nightstand for the bottle of lube. His ass was all there for Eliott's eyes to feast on.

Shaking his head, now is not the time for that. He needed to be inside Lucas. Finally stepping out of his briefs. The now naked Eliott quickly pulls the offensive boxers off of Lucas, releasing his bulging prick.

And God, what a sight it was. Eliott took it all in, the flushed expression on Lucas as his blue eyes became stormy with lust. His hair was a complete utter mess, and his chest was heaving from exertion. And his pretty little prick was turning a deep shade of red from having been erect from far too long.

Eliott knew he didn't look any better. It had been too long, but Eliott had to stay strong for the sake of passing high school. Now that he has succeeded, he felt like he deserved this. This moment here with Lucas. His beautiful Lucas.

Sensing a shift in the atmosphere, Lucas tugs Eliott's arm. "Babe? Are you okay?"

Upon hearing Lucas' concerned yet raspy voice brought him back. He took Lucas' arms and pinned them to the side of his head. "Yeah, never been better. I love you so much, baby."

When Lucas heard that, the younger boy's facial expressions blossoms into that big smile of his whenever he was delighted. All teeth and starry eyes. "I love you too, but I need you now, or I'm gonna have to ride you myself."

Eliott felt like he was on cloud nine. How did he get so damn lucky to have the most beautiful and most perfect being here with him? Unreal.

Eliott chuckled, "No need for that. Let me take care of you, baby."

And he began leaving kisses along Lucas' neck, slowly making his way down. Lower and lower, making Lucas impatient as he moaned with his head tilted back. He tried to get friction for his cock, which was dripping with pre-cum by rutting up against Eliott's thighs. But Eliott had other plans.

After coating his fingers with lube. His fingers found their way to Lucas' rim. Eliott's eyes widened. Did Lucas— "Did you prepare yourself? For me?" Eliott was beyond aroused as he looked back up to Lucas. Seeing him blushed that lovely shade of cherry can only confirm it. Eliott was so turned on; he roughly slipped two fingers into Lucas' tight hole.

Which only made Lucas yelped in response. "Aaahhh- fuck! Nggh! You ass—" Lucas was thrashing now as he desperately needed to be fucked, or he was going to lose it officially.

Eliott smirked as he didn't have to work as hard in loosening up Lucas as slipped his third finger in. His goal was to find Lucas' prostate now. "Shhhh, I got you baby. I have you now." It had been a while, and Eliott didn't want to hurt Lucas. After a few more jabs around Lucas’ rim as he feels around the nerves before curling them. Lucas' arms came to grip at his shoulders as he screams from the sudden pleasure.

"Fuck! Nghh- need. Inside! N-now!"

Ah, he finally found it.

Eliott could look at this sight for eternity, but his raging boner was demanding for action. He quickly got himself into position as he lined the tip to Lucas' flushed entrance. Lifting Lucas' legs and spreading them further apart as he came in closer.

They both enjoyed many different sex positions, but missionary was easily their favorite as Eliott preferred seeing Lucas' eyes as they would light up every time he hit all the right places. For Lucas, it was because he loves being able to hold on to Eliott, to fall apart in his arms as he lay there — a complete wreck. Eliott gently eased his way as he tried to give Lucas time to settle.

"Aughhh! M-more!"

Once Eliott was entirely in, he had to swallow down his moans as the sensation of Lucas surrounding him became overwhelming. Nothing could compare to it. That tight hot core that was all-encompassing Lucas almost made him lose all sense of control as he wanted nothing more than to keep pounding into it, but he held back for Lucas' sake. For now.

Lucas was coming apart. He was dying. He was coming to life. Everything was too much. The sizzling burn of being filled up with cock was something he always had to adjust to and boy, did he love all of it. Especially when he can feel Eliott's length pulsing within him, they were finally connected, conjoint. Lucas linked his arms around Eliott's neck and gasped out. "Uughh, move, p-please!"

Eliott didn't need to be told twice, and he pulled out slightly to plunge himself back in. Shaking both Lucas and the bed as Lucas lets out another gratifying moan. And he does it again and again. Thrusting in and out as his pace started to increase faster and faster. Earning an earful of curses and screams from Lucas.

"Aahhhh!—nnghh!"

"Fuck, yes! F-faster! Eli—Auh!”

"Fghh! So good! M-more!"

At moments like these, Eliott felt slightly guilty for having neighbors, because the sounds that Lucas was producing was so explicit as he wailed on and on about how good his cock was giving it to him. Lucas was never good at keeping quiet during sex and Eliott didn't mind it one bit, he was only tempted into swallowing it down with his hungry kisses.

Grunting into Lucas' mouth, only to feel Lucas' high pitched moans vibrate through him. His body bucks upward as he trembled after Eliott thrust in a peculiar angle. Eliott bit Lucas's bottom lip, as they were gaping open from pleasure. Lucas looked dazed, his eyes were so cloudy, but Eliott kept going at it, whispering into his ear.

"You feel so good, baby. Tell me you want it."

"Uhnnn yes! — F-faster! Ughn! Please!"

There we go. And Eliott immediately starts assaulting Lucas' tight hole. Lucas' eyes began to water as he went mad, convulsing and trembling as Eliott held one of his legs over his shoulder for better access, as his cock pounded into Lucas relentlessly. The sounds of skin slapping skin, the pants, and labored groans filled the bedroom.

"Ah, fuck! I'm— uhnnn — c-close!" Lucas' slurred between his moans, but Eliott knew what to do. Using the hand that was gripping Lucas hip to pump his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts was enough to send Lucas over the edge."C-close! So close —uhnnn!"

The overstimulation of Eliott's strong hands stroking him, and the spark that was building at the pit of his stomach became too much.

But hearing that low growl erupt from Eliott was his undoing. "Fuck! Come for me, baby!"

And Lucas went over the edge. His orgasm knocks the wind out of him as he gave a prolonged moan, scratching and tugging at Eliott's hair and arms. Painting white between them as he never cum as violently as this. His whole body sang with satisfaction as he tried coming down from his high.

He could only quiver as he felt Eliott continued to fuck into him earnestly. He was trying to find his own release. Lucas could only stare with hooded lids as he saw the light reflected off the sweat on Eliott, making him glow like a Greek God as his body contracted and heaved as he began to fuck vigorously into Lucas.

Lucas whimpered as Eliott captured his lips again as he felt Eliott began to expand within him. Elliott gave one last sharp thrust and buried his head in Lucas' neck, muffling his moan as he ejaculates into Lucas's core.

Lucas barely had any strength left, yet his whole body still shuddered from the sensation of feeling Eliott's seed buried inside him, feeling blissed out. He hummed in fulfillment.

"God, how I've missed this." Elliott groaned as he gently slips out of Lucas. The cum began to spill out, and Eliott was tempted to shove it all back, feeling possessive, but he was tired, and he knew Lucas was too sore.

"Me too, I always miss you." Lucas sighed as Eliott started to cuddle him, he couldn't begin to describe all the things Eliott did to him and for him. But all that matters now is that Eliott was here.

"I love you, Lucas."

"I love you more."

"Not possible, I fell for you first. So that means, I love you more."

"Oh yeah? Well, I got news for you. I love you more and more every day."

"Hmmm, sounds like we just gotta keep loving each other to see because my love grows for you every minute!"

"Fuck, when did this become a competition? Come here—Ahaha..."

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Only the sounds of laughter and sighs filled the apartment now, as the city of Paris settled down that evening. The lovebird's story was young, and so were they. They had plenty of time to figure out how much they loved each other. But according to Lucas, it was up in the infinite numbers. There was no other like this Eliott, and there was no other like this Lucas. They were made for each other, through thick and thin. He had found the one. Lucas wouldn't give it up for the world. Smiling as he dreams of Eliott's smiles and his own laughter. It was going to be okay. They were going to be infinite.

Fin.

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A/N: ....I’mma excuse myself now... (Thank you! @tangyyyy for the ask!)

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melody-dramatic · 5 years ago

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Children of War and Bitter History

I wrote and published on 07.17.2019 for a prompt on the madmaxkinkmeme forum on dreamwidth. Since that forum is pretty much dead, I've decided to also publish it here, and on Ao3, and on ff.n.

From the age of seventeen, she had born three children for that snake of a man. All boys. He had been pleased.

The first one, strong and hale and nearly eight pounds, looked to be the heir Joe wanted. He grew up to be lean, energetic, and not a lick like Joe. No matter what Joe did to the boy, there was just no meanness in his spirit. He wouldn't even hurt a bug. But he was happy to drive cars, and so Joe told him to drive cars, thinking maybe guzzoline and the thrill of speed alone would put some fire in the boy's blood. One day, her boy (a man, at that point, old enough and smart enough to be the next Immortan of the Citadel if he so pleased) rolled his car and broke his spine. Looking back, Miss Giddy wonders if he did it on purpose. (She named him Crow, for one of the only birds she knew. Clever and dark and quick were crows, and so was her son.) She's almost sure that he did. ("Appropriate," Joe said of their son's death. "He always did have a weak spine." And that's when Giddy truly started to hate the man.) The second boy (and this one, she named Walker, after the legend of an old Captain of the Old Days, one destined to lead her brothers and sisters to Tomorrow-morrow Land), who was much like the first except with a touch more bite in him, rode into the desert to help gather salvage (to look at the place where his brother died, as he often did, Giddy knew). He never came back. Miss Giddy still hopes for him, but it's a cold, heavy hope that sits at the bottom of her heart and reminds her that there may be a chance that he lived, but she'll never know, unless he comes back to her. The third is Rictus. And, well... she had been just a tad too old for bearing children, and Joe had started showing the signs of sickness, so she understands how Rictus came to be. Too large, with a heart that wouldn't be able to support his body beyond the age of thirty, and... his mind was something else. She thinks his normal-sized heart couldn't get enough air through his very large body when he was a young'un, and so his mind's slow now. Like a child. He will always be a child. A massive, foolish child. She cries for him. She cries for all her boys. If it weren't for Joe, she would never have had them, but if it weren't for Joe, she would still have them. Her good boys. The eldest could have made the Citadel a paradise, but they hadn't been able to bear the world, and Rictus only services because he is too absentminded to understand the truth of the world around him. She shoots and misses. She's relieved, for a moment (because he gave her the boys, he did, in a sick way, and she hadn't realized the sickness of that when she was younger), and then horrifically angry at herself for not taking the easy shot when she had the chance. Because he is angry, and he doesn't give a damn about her anymore (did he ever?). He just wants his young, beautiful, healthy Wives and their precious cargo. More healthy boys like Crow and Walker. He drags her along. It hurts. Her bones are brittle and her breath is short and she's used to the comfort of the Vault. She can't take this, can't, and Rictus looms only a little while away. She wonders if he even remembers that she is his mother. Probably not. She's cut, she's bruised, she's broken. She's choked on too much blood and sand. She is too old and too tired to resist. Organic's vicious, sawtoothed tools can rend her papery skin open and she is not sure if that can be healed. Not that it matters. They abandon her with Angharad's ripped, ruined body, and she is going to die today. This is all on Joe's orders. She cannot believe that she ever felt anything but hatred for the man, this wretched father of her beautiful, broken sons. She hates him, hates him, hates him. She screams, a sound full of all that hate, and it breaks her throat and her heart open. It is over. There shall be no more Joe, not for her, and all the better. She cries for the crows to kill her quickly. She cries for her dead sons, and the living one with his brutish, hurtful ignorance. She cries for Angharad. But then. But then someone comes walking through the dust, under the scorching sun, and she recognizes a War Boy. Or, in this case, a War Man. He is forty, at the very least, practically shameful for a War Boy, but far more than is expected from a Half Life. He pauses, standing before her with blood and paint smeared across his face. His nose is broken. She waits for him to decide to kill her. "I'm Ace," he says after a moment. Blood dribbles and drips. "Kill me and be done with it," she rasps. Her throat and lips are dry, cracked; peeling. From the hate and the heat. He doesn't move. "Have you seen me before?" "No... Yes." Several times. She's seen the Ace. He's been around for longer than any of the Imperators. He's Furiosa's favorite. He's been up in the tower plenty of times at Furiosa's heels, and he's always been... not unkind. It's a surprise, then, that he's still alive. She never thought about the unlikelihood of the Ace before. "I hoped so," says the Ace. He kneels down before her and carefully, carefully, takes Angharad's linens and uses them to cover the worst of Giddy's wounds. She does not have the strength to claw his eyes out when he gently hefts her up from the bloody sand, leaving behind Angharad's naked, shattered corpse. It will burn and shrivel in this heat in no time. Giddy wants to gag at the thought as she watches and watches until Angharad disappears behind the curve of a sand dune. They are silent for awhile, until she realizes that he is taking her back in the direction of the Citadel. "No more," she whispers to him, recognizing his mercy in Angharad's clothes wrapped around her. "Please, no more." "No one's gonna hurt you," he assures her. She hears the promise. "Never again. Furiosa will kill the old man, and the Citadel won't belong to him ever again. We'll be free." Hearing a War Boy talk like that is beyond madness, but so is Joe. So is she, perhaps. Maybe this isn't real. Maybe she is still with Angharad, and this manifestation of the Ace is just the crows carrying her spirit away. The Citadel is within sight when they stop to rest for awhile. The Ace finds a shady stop and does his best to keep the sand away from Giddy's wounds. His fingers are too calloused to be feathers, but she still thinks that he may be a murder of crows. "I think I loved him, once," she tells him, because if she's dead and he's here to carry her to the next life, then she might as well. "I've had three sons by him. I didn't realize how wrong it was in the beginning. I was just a girl, and he didn't seem so bad back then." The Ace nods. "He used you. He lied. It's alright." Such kind crows. "It's not." "... No. But you're alright. We're alright." She doesn't feel alright. She feels cut open and empty and over (is that death? Could be worse). But the worst of the dizziness has passed and the Ace cradles her away from the sun and the sand with utmost care. That's the closest she's been to alright in a long time. After a very long silence, she thinks that the Ace is going to pick her up and take her the rest of the way (to the Citadel, to the glittering Heaven, anywhere but Walhalla), but he does not. "You're not Ace," she finally decides. "But you are very nice crows." Not-The-Ace makes a raw, croaking sound that she realizes is laughter. "Now, Mum," he says, the laughter still pulling his lips and brightening his eyes, "if you can't tell the difference between me and Crow, who can?"

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kenshiliker · 7 years ago

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mcfuck load of things i was tagged in going here thanks everyone that tagged me & im sorry for this Entire Mess

Also I was tagged in 3 different things that have like similar fuckign questions so im jst gonna stick them all into 1 tag bc if not you’d have me repeating my damn names 18 times and thts no fun for Anyone)

Meet the blogger meme (Tagged by @bodhierso, thank u ark!! @woehuxbub tHJANKS FAMTHER & @orsonkraennic)

i. name: 徐

ii. nickname: OH LORD I HAVE SO MANY um I’ll just put the main ones; Brucie, Jerry, Tiaan, King Dickard II

iii. zodiac sign: Sagittarius / Dragon (Chinese Zodiac)

iv. height: ??? UH I think 160 cm the last I measured but I’m not sure. Over 5′3″ iirc.

v. orientation: Ace (the helpful place)

vi. ethnicity: Chinese

vii. favorite fruit: Orange, Strawberry and Banana, L E M O N (u fucKIGN COWARDS)

viii. favorite season: Autumn/Winter but I’m stuck in hell so guess I’ll Die

ix. favorite book / book series: I don’t read many books but I like Shakespeare’s stuff & also Sherlock Holmes

x. favorite flower: Hibiscus rosa-sinensis (this is as patriotic as I get tbh), PLANTA GENISTA

xi. favorite scent: Nothing too strong or I’ll feel nauseous. Maybe a soft vanilla? ...And maybe orange. Or Lemon.

xii. favorite color: ORANGE (funny story is that my dad’s fav colour was orange and I decided to project frm a young age and wow guess what Orange has been my fav colour ever since), White, Black, Blue, Red

xiii. coffee, tea or cocoa: T e a slorp slorp

xiv. average sleep hours: Depends on what I have planned the next day. Lately (due to exam month) it’s been about 5 hrs per week so guess I’ll die

xv. cat or dog person: I like both as long as I’m not being chased

xvi. favorite fictional characters: ghhh Bruce Wayne, Tiaan Jerjerrod, Illya Kuryakin, B.J. Hunnicutt, Freddy Newandyke, Cal Lightman, (and Duke of Aumerle & Richard II if they count,,, hte Shookspeare version)

xvii. dream trip: UK,,, Get Me Out Of Here,

xviii. blogs created: 4 (This one, TMFU blog, Secret Shakespeare Blog & Secret Art Blog) (I haven’t posted on the latter two) (That’s why they’re a ‘secret’)

xix. number of followers: 940 here (how even the Fuck) & 1582 on the TMFU blog.

xx. random fact: I recently sat on the hard wood floor for 10 hours straight (s/o to you if you remember this) and felt myself just physically shrivel up and die. I literally hurt everywhere bc if I wasn’t sitting down, I was laying on the ground and gOD It took me a week to feel better but yeah god 11/10 would not recommend

xxi. number of blankets you sleep with: There’s like 4 on my bed lmao I’M LIVING

xxii. blog created: I’ve had a tumblr since like... 2010 and I didn’t really use it until 2012, 2013 was my first year I was really active

xxiii. nationality: Malaysian

Tagged by Krenny again, to answer all these questions, and then tag 15 people 5 things you’ll find in my bag: SUPERMAN WALLET, Phone, Powerbank + Cable, Earphones, Art Supplies

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom: 5000 Stuffed Animals, DC shit, SW garb, The decapitated head of Jar Jar Binks that greets the visitors, Convention merch (+4 GAY REALLY FUCKING GAY, SO GAY THAT IF MY PARENTS FOUND THEM I’D BE FUCKING DEAD, fanbooks of TMFU which are in Chinese, sent by my lovely Internet Sister)

5 things I’ve always wanted to do: Get some air-dry paper clay and make tiny sculptures or something, learn how to paint properly, have nice handwriting, visit the UK again, WATCH A PLAY

5 things that make me happy: My unhealthy coping mechanisms, my favs, my friends!!, drawing (sometimes), reading/learning about something I’m interested in

5 things I’m currently into: TIM ROTH, LIE TO ME, Shakespeare, Star Wars, DC

5 things on my to do list: Get good fuckin grades for once in my damn life aye, finish watching Lie To Me, finish reading As You Like It and Othello, finish the school year & be done with it for the rest of my life, memorise all the experiments for the physics syllabus by Thursday if not my teacher will literally grill me

and lastly, tagged by @bunn1cula and Krenny again! Thank u two am loaf the both of u,

the last

1. drink: water 2. phone call: irl friend that is saved as ‘Mr. Pink’ in my phone (as per their request fhghg) 3. text message: ‘👌👌’ or if chats count then:

4. song you listened to: HOOKED ON A FEELING 5. time you cried: Yesterday while watching Lie To Me 6. dated someone twice: Nooooot yet 7. kissed someone and regretted it: NOT FOR ME THnks 8. been cheated on: ?? I don’t know. Probably not. 9. lost someone special: Yes 10. been depressed: Yeah, still am, but I think it’s not so bad nowadays (hopefully). 11. got drunk and thrown up: Never

3 favourite colours

12. Orange 13. White 14. Black

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: Yeah, definitely! 16. fallen out of love: NOT YET BUT MAYBE SOON 17. laughed until you cried: GOD A HECK OF A LOT OF TIMES 18. found out someone was talking about you: No, not really. I mean, there’s an asshole in my class that loves talking shit about me but I honestly don’t give a fuck about him he’s Irrelavant. 19. met someone who changed you: I don’t really know,,, I think I’m still the same? 20. found out who your friends are: I’ve never really had an issue with anyone, really. Maybe except one or two people, but yeah, the rest of y’all are alright. 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: NO

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: About 60/93 of them. I plan to boot a ton of them after I graduate tho. 23. do you have any pets: UNFORTUNATELY NO but I’d love a cat 24. do you want to change your name: UM SURE I mean it’d be kinda nice bc I hate when people I hate tainted my name by calling it, so yea, Yes 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I don’t think I did anything at all. 26. what time did you wake up: 6.30 a.m. (gotta love tht School Life) 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: ,,,Watching Lie To Me, reading fics instead of studying for my exam, 28. name something you can’t wait for: GRADUATING and getting tf outta here. 29. when was the last time you saw your mum: Last night ghghg 31. what are you listening to right now: Stuck In The Middle With You 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I was the person named Tom once, so, yes. 33. something that is getting on your nerves: My shitty fucking class/school. 34. most visited website: Tumblr, YouTube 35. hair colour: Dark brown 36. long or short hair: Short! 37. do you have a crush on someone: Mnnn 50/50 38. what do you like about yourself: I’m kinda sorta funny & I can draw sometimes 39. piercings: None 40. blood type: A+ 41. nickname: Jerry, Brucie, Tiaan, King Dickard II 42. relationship status: Single & That’s Alrighty 43. zodiac: Sagittarius 44. pronouns: He/Him or They/Them 45. favourite tv show: RN IT’S LIE TO ME (TIM ROTH COULD FUCKIGNG LIE TO ME RIGHT IN MY FACE & I’D BE LIKE WOW UR TELLIGN THE TRUTH I BELIEVE IN U), but I also like M*A*S*H, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. and The Twilight Zone 46. tattoos: I idon’t really want any! 47. right or left handed: Right

first

48. surgery: None to my knowledge, or maybe a few when I was super young bc my moves (lungs) are weak babe 49. piercing: None (my mom keeps trying to get me to pierce my ear but it’s not my thing, & also if I do get it i’ll only get one and it’ll be the Gay Ear) 50. sport: Football, I think? In any case, I’m bomb as hell at getting hit in the fucking head by the sports balls. 51. vacation: London or Australia iirc 52. pair of trainers: I don’t remember either, I can barely remember anything from 2016.

more general

53. eating: Nothing at the moment 54. drinking: Water 55. i’m about to: Nap or watch Lie To Me (I haven’t decided) 56. waiting for: My exams to be over 57. want: Nothing at the moment 58. get married: Sure? I’m not really opposed to marriage as a whole, but if it starts getting yikes you bet your ass I’m gonna fucking bounce 59. career: I don’t have a career rn but I’d like to do illustration/concept art it seems p cool. Either that or become a psychologist and charge people $30 for readings.

which is better

60. hugs or kisses: I don’t like either 61. lips or eyes: Eyes 62. shorter or taller: I don’t really care. I love both short girls and guys (@tiM), and tall girls and guys are just as good! 63. older or younger: Doesn’t really matter to me either. 64. nice arms or nice stomach: Also doesn’t really matter but if ur arms are good I’m definitely eyes emoji af 65. hook up or relationship: Relationship. 66. troublemaker or hesitant: See, I’d say hesitant but I don’t really know that either. Just as long as you’re not doing some stupid shit we’re good.

have you ever

67. kissed a stranger: No 68. drank hard liquor: Nope.. Well, not to my knowledge. 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: I don’t wear either ghgng 70. turned someone down: No 71. sex on the first date: N O 72. broken someone’s heart: UH Yeah when I was 13 (how even the fucK.) 73. had your heart broken: yEP 74. been arrested: Never bc I’m a cop, Larry 75. cried when someone died: Yes. I’m okay throughout the funeral but the minute it registers that I’m never gonna see them again, I’m gooooone af. Even if I didn’t particularly like the person when they were alive. 76. fallen for a friend: YEAH!!! But it’s usually one of those new-friend crushes sourry.

do you believe in

77. yourself: I mean, Sometimes. It’s like... Can I do it? Most Likely. Did I do it correctly? Most Likely Not. 78. miracles: Not really, no. 79. love at first sight: Yeah, sure, I mean everyone’s different, so who’s to say just because I don’t feel it someone else doesn’t. 80. santa claus: No way my dude 81. kiss on the first date: Depends bc at mY AGE I’m not boutta put my face anywhere near someone else’s thts jst weird 82. angels: Mayhaps,,,, I don’t believe that they don’t exist, if that makes sense.

other

83. current best friend’s name: Mmmnnnn Kylogram (Kyle Ron), maybe? I’ve a few best friends. 84. eye colour: Dark brown, they look kinda nice in the sun I guess. 85. favourite movie: RESERVOIR DOGS, Four Rooms, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead, The Lion in Winter, TMFU, Wonder Woman, ROTJ, Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade

This is a big Mess, but yeA I’m tagging whoever was mentioned above & no one else bc this has gone on for long enough, to do the one you weren’t tagged in or hell do the first one if you want, bc that one is a compilation of like 3 different tag memes ghfh. Good bye u all.

(OH YEAH if ur a mutual/follower/whoEVER who sees this feel free to do if if you’d like!! Say I tagged you if you’d like to c:)

#tag #tagged #long post #this was a complete mess but like if u ever needed or wanted to know this much abt me here u are go #i'm like dropping hints i love lie to me #and tim roth #i love lie to me and tim roth #quequeque

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thescriptorium · 8 years ago

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my fave numbers: 7, 95, 76

you didn’t say which pairing so I just chose nalu? hope that’s a-okay!

number 7: “i’m cold. come here.”

Lucy believed in karma. This was why she enjoyed doing good deeds; so that good deeds may somehow, by someone, be done back to her. She also believed in bad karma. This was why she chose to be nice and levelheaded; so that she could fantasize about the impending doom that would soon come to her wrongdoer.

Without her hand, of course. She liked letting Mother Nature take action—much less work for her. And probably, a better sense of judgement.

Lucy was definitely in the right this time, though. What had happened was unfair and unjust, and all she could do now was shrivel up and glare at her feet as her mind whirled with the sorts of justice that would come to her landlord.

Thirty minutes late. That’s all it took. Lucy could—and would—sit here and assign blame to those involved in the steps to this moment. Erza, with her unnecessary amount of baggage. Gray, with his relentless need to strip and then backtrack to get the clothes he had just stripped. Happy, always flying off at the scent of grilling fish–no matter if it was half a mile away. Natsu (that idiot), with his incessant need to burn down every town they so much as whisked by, forcing her to not only cough up half her reward money, but also stay late to assist with cleanup.

Lucy hadn’t quite gotten around to blaming herself yet. No, she was too bitter to get there yet. Bitter and cold.

Usually she liked watching the snow sprinkle outside her window; now she glowered at it. It was one of the longest blizzards Magnolia had gotten in years. There was no rattling of the wind or anything drastic, but with the temperature well below 0 degrees and the sun nowhere to be seen, the winter was stagnant and frigid. The days were grey and dreary with no light to be seen in the future.

Thirty minutes late. Lucy had all but hightailed her ass through the trenches of snow and sleet and ice to get back to her home in enough time, to no avail. She was pretty sure her fingers had gone to a numb purple by the time she crashed through her landlady’s door. Words were exchanged, curses thrown, cries pleaded. Insults involving her taste in fashion—you know, rough stuff like that.

In the end, despite all of Lucy’s blubbering and empty promises of it never happening again, her execution date was set. She had never truly been punished by her landlady for being late on her rent other than a few harsh words, but now Lucy was beginning to understand just who she was messing with.

An all powerful being who could rip her life to shreds with a single flick of her finger.

No electricity for a week. That was her punishment. Any other day of the year Lucy wouldn’t of minded—in fact she enjoyed the excuse to light some candles and read a good book in bed.

Now it was a whole other deal. Because as one might could tell, without electricity, not only were there no lights, but no AC as well. That meant no heat for poor ol’ Lucy to cuddle up with in the frozen wasteland that was Magnolia.

Her apartment was a barren wasteland, much like outside. She rounded up as many blankets as she could scavenge, lighted as many candles as she could find. She even put them all together in a circle so she could hover over them like people did on the streets for warmth. She felt quite pathetic.

Only her beliefs in bad karma were enough to keep the blood boiling in her veins. She was dressed like the children playing outside. Layers on layers, hats and gloves. Her nose was a frustrated pink.

“I didn’t know you were into witchcraft Lucy,” came a voice.

Lucy turned from rubbing her hands over the flame to face Natsu—person to blame #1. She grimaced at the cocky grin he adorned as he stepped in from the window. He hadn’t even tried to dress warmly, not like he needed to. His blood was much hotter than any normal persons, the snow practically evaporated once touching his skin. Only his vest and trousers were sprinkled with snowflakes. A few even stuck out from his hair.

Lucy stubbornly turned back to her mass of candles. She held her trembling fingers over the tiny flames in desperation. “Oh bite me. This is all your fault.”

Natsu scoffed, but replied nothing. He wasn’t sure what she was referring to, but he knew that most times her problems were somehow his fault.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, with a chuckle. The room seemed dead. Grey and dull. It was dark and even he could tell how cold it was compared to outside.

“What do you think? I’ve been banned from having heat—can you believe that? I should sue her wrinkled ass.” her words left her mouth through gritted teeth.

Natsu walked about without much concern for his friend. He came behind the giant mound of blankets that was Lucy, hunched over her circle of candles like an old hag in a fairy tale book. Eventually she popped up with a shrill exclamation, blowing out her flames and kicking them away. “This is useless!”

Natsu watched as she stomped to her to her bed and flopped down on it, curling up into fetal position. “I have never been so cold in my life.”

Natsu knew that was a lie; he remembered their first mission together very vividly. As if he needed physical evidence of her claim, Lucy tried blowing hot air into her fingers. Her toes curled and uncurled restlessly.

She truly thought she could see her breath when she sighed.

“Well I just came by to see if you wanted to come join me and Happy for a snowball fight? We haven’t had this much snow in forever–c’mon it’ll be fun!” Natsu said, gesturing towards the window he entered from.

Lucy sat up and laughed a dry, cold laugh. “Are you kidding? The only place that’s colder than here is the two feet of snow outside, no thank you.”

“Oh don’t be like that Lucy,” Natsu droned.

She glowered. “Like what?”

“All grumpy.”

Lucy sucked in a breath and Natsu prepped himself for what he knew was coming.

“Well sorry I’m not in the mood to play your stupid game!” she hissed, “Yes, I am grumpy! I’m grumpy because I’m cold and I have no money and no food and because my fingers are turning weird colors–look!”

She held up her blue-tipped fingers with watery eyes and a great, big frown. If Natsu didn’t think she looked sad before, he did now.

“You’re pissing me off.” she said then.

Natsu made a face, “What did I do?”

Lucy could have easily played the blame game with him, but truthfully she was past the point of blame. She just wanted solutions now.

“Look at you! You’re not even shivering. You’re barely wearing a shirt and I have on three just to keep my boobs from freezing off.” she hissed.

Natsu smiled, a smug one that had Lucy growing even more angry. “Well, that’s just the perks of being a dragon slayer. What can I say?”

Lucy watched with a crinkle in her nose the roll of her partners arms. Something flickered in her head though, a sudden thought enough to subdue the shivers that coursed along her skin. Her eyes caught Natsu’s and he froze as well, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hey, come here.” she said.

“Why,” Natsu asked quickly.

“I’m cold, come here.” she seethed.

Natsu made his way over, his steps similar to a robots and stood in front of Lucy’s form. She didn’t hesitate on reaching out and grabbing his wrist, a desperate groan slipping past her lips.

“Holy shit you’re like a walking furnace,” she said. She clamped both her hands on Natsu’s arm now, her clammy fingers pressing into his skin. “What will it take for you to cuddle with me for like, an hour?”

The perk in Natsu’s expression would usually be enough to send Lucy into hiding of embarrassment, but she was far too cold and exhausted to care properly. Hell, they had done worse together.

“Cuddle?” he retorted, as if the concept were insane.

“Yes, please? For your best friend?” Lucy begged. She pressed her cheek for his forearm and stared at him with her doe-like eyes.

“That sounds so boring though.”

“Natsu,” she hissed. That cute innocent expression evaporated without a second.

He reluctantly rolled his eyes. “Fine. An hour. Then I wanna find Happy and you come play our game with us.”

Lucy waved a hand, “Whatever, fine. Just come on.”

Lucy let go of him purely to give him room to join her on the day bed. Natsu easily flopped down and felt Lucy’s layers of puffy winter gear press up on him. Her hair practically crackled with static electricity—Natsu had to push it from his face.

“Can’t we watch a lacrima or something?” he asked her.

“No power. My landlady made sure of it.” Lucy explained, her voice rough as she got herself situated. She ended up taking off most her layers now, shedding her feathered jacket and fuzzy sweaters. Her skin crawled with little prickles of ice until she laid back down onto Natsu’s chest. His skin washed warmth over her like a wave. It went straight to her veins. She ended up curled next to him like a cat, until she wasn’t.

Natsu sat like a rock while Lucy shifted all around him, from on top of him to his left, to his right. Her hair floated around like a cloud, giving her a crazed look that he felt summarized her well. Finally, she stopped, and out of breath asked, “Could you—?”

He raised an eyebrow at her gesture. He lifted his arm and she immediately ducked underneath it, pulling blankets and scattered sweaters with her as she entangled herself with it all. Natsu let his arm rest around her shoulders and thanked Igneel that she finally stopped moving.

She was hugged to him like a monkey on a zookeeper.

“God I would so drink a dragon slayer lacrima right now if it meant I would never be cold again.” Lucy sighed. Her breath was trapped against the dip of his neck. She had taken his scarf for herself some time ago.

Natsu petted the top of her head, mostly the brush the stray strands from his mouth. “That’d be pretty cool. Like a space dragon slayer.”

Lucy laughed and Natsu could feel her shiver against him. She buried herself closer.

Natsu never had really known what it was like to be cold. He was born hot blooded, fire in veins, blood boiling, never anything different. Of course he could tell temperature differences, but they never affected him as drastically as people like Lucy experienced. They were like shades of grey to him; all basically the same.

He’d never experienced body shivers or trembling fingers or changes in skin color due to numbness. In fact that sounded pretty freaky to him.

Seeing Lucy now gave him quite the perspective. There were tons of things normal people like Lucy experienced that he never had the option to. Not that he was sad over the fact, but it did pique his interest. He had never noticed such insignificant things.

And by the time he found himself trying to list them all, he was asleep.

Usually Lucy could tell right away. Unless he was stuck on a train, he had a bad habit of snoring like a beast. He mumbled and laughed and snorted and everything monstrous he could possibly do. She was used to it.

What caught her attention was slow, drain of her skin. She pressed closer to Natsu’s skin, buried her head–her cheeks. The touch didn’t do as it did minutes before, she felt no transfer of warmth.

Lucy poked at his flesh like how people banged on their televisions to clear up the snow. She fully expected the heat to just pop on again from under his skin.

When no such thing happened, she sat up. “What the hell, Natsu?”

Now the snores drifted into her ears. She stared at his sleeping face, how boyish and immature he seemed even unconsciously. Completely unaware.

Another smack. Lucy grimaced as Natsu’s head simply tilted to the left. She was always hesitant with waking him—she could remember several vivid times that attempting that act ended in regret. And also a black eye.

Deciding she rather be warm and with a bruise than cold and without, she shoved him again.

“Oh come on, you useless oaf,” she groaned. She pinched his cheek until it turned cherry red. “You had one job.”

Who could have known Natsu was one to drop body temperature when he slept? This was news to Lucy. At least, she had never witnessed it before. Not that she was paying much attention.

A few more gentle smacks, a shove. A bang on his chest with the side of her fist. She paused.

Lucy slapped him hard on his cheek. Enough to send his eyes wheeling open and a yelp spurring from his lips. His elbow caught under her rib cage.

“Ow! Damn it—Natsu.” she growled. She pulled his chin towards her, trying to focus his swirling eyes.

“Whattahell–” he breathed.

“Wake up. What’s the matter with you?” Lucy said, harshly. “You’re freezing.”

“Am I?” he mumbled. Sleep was brushed away from his eyes by the palm of his hand. It drifted down to his throbbing cheek and cradled it, all the pieces falling into place now. “That hurt, Lucy.”

“Well I don’t have you in my bed for the company Natsu, you’re here to make me warm and doing a terrible job of it, by the way.” she accused.

Natsu sat himself up at this, letting Lucy drop beside him. “You know, you keep abusing me like this and you’ll regret it. You always do.”

She waved a dismissing hand at him. “I don’t have time for your threats, just warm up again.” She could feel the cold breaths creep beneath her blanket.

“No.”

Lucy looked to catch his eye. She perked at the boldness of that statement. “Excuse me?”

Natsu shifted. His eyes froze Lucy as well as the air around them—sending shivers down her back, bumps across her skin. Her muscles felt particularly locked. Her back was to a pillow, Natsu’s hand now next to her thigh. He had ducked in unnecessarily close, the air charged.

“I said no.” his voice was deep with sleep. “You keep bossin’ me around and I ain’t warming anything up today.”

Lucy hesitated. Unnerved. She did what she knew how to do, tried to find a flaw in the plan. “You can’t keep your body temperature down like that.”

He smirked at her like he had already won. “Sure I can.”

Lucy made a face. “Since when? How?”

He shrugged. “Happens in my sleep sometimes. Not quite sure why. Guess it depends on the dream.”

“But you’re awake now,” Lucy attempted.

Natsu’s grin widened. He found Lucy’s endeavors admirable, but futile. “Doesn’t matter.” he said with a click of his tongue. “It’s my magic. I can choose whether I want to use it or not.”

Lucy stared at him. She thought intently for some other loophole, but found nothing. Too much time had passed anyways, she knew she was beat.

Was Lucy Heartfilia a sore loser? Not typically. Being right wasn’t something she held highly to herself.

When it came to Natsu though…

“This so wasn’t part of the deal.” she complained.

“That was before you slapped me.”

This quieted her. She was out of witty comebacks and grumpish retorts. Natsu had even succeeded in making her feel a tad guilty for the gesture, (but really, how else would someone have woken him up?).

Now, caught in the corner of her own bed, Lucy had a chance to consider the situation at hand. A ruffle of icy wind drifted across the bare lands of her skin, through her tights, an unstoppable force. Bumps scattered along her arms and legs, yet this time she wasn’t sure if it was the cold or merely the way Natsu refused to grant her any space.

It always came to this, she realized. Her, having to suck up her pride to get the support she somehow always needed out of Natsu, and a very compromising proximity.

“Fine,” she said after moments, “Whatever. I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”

“Didn’t I just say I was?”

“You said it,” Natsu agreed, “but you didn’t mean it.”

Lucy had only a second to roll her eyes and wonder just how old he mentally was, before Natsu’s hand had brushed her knee and sent a brazen shiver up to her heart. Heat poured into her skin like water through paper. It went straight to her veins, pulsating and greedy. It was liquid fire.

Lucy drew in a breath—

“Say it like you mean it.”

Labored.

The warmth drew from her piece by piece. Prickles of ice slowly took its stead, impossible to go unnoticed. She attempted her will strong.

“I’m sorry,” she said, through her teeth. Natsu eyed her. She could tell he was watching for any sign of true regret. In another, embarrassing, desperate attempt, she breathed, “Truly.”

Natsu had sat back, his head cocked in such arrogance. The grin that slithered its way up to his lips matched in vulgarity, splitting crookedly across his face. In acceptance of her apology, Lucy watched as he allowed his magic to return to his body.

It was like watching an immortal drink new life. His skin paled, veins bulging from his arms to behind his neck. Power pumped through him as his second blood. Almost immediately Lucy felt the wisps of heat that flowed off his flesh, the scent of smoke and earth filling her nose, the throbbing sense of intensity returning to the air.

“You know I’ll remember this,” Lucy spoke up then, “Taking advantage of me in this shitty state.”

Natsu snorted, and it turned into a laugh. The hand that was drifting around her knee rose to the side of her thigh, where he grasped it to drag her on her back. Something passed from her lips that was a mix of a shriek and a giggle.

“I think it turned out as a win-win, don’t you think?” he sighed as he flopped down next to her on the pillows.

Lucy turned her back to him with a flat hum, yet didn’t pull away as he drew her into his chest. She said nothing, but thanked him and a handful of gods that he was done being mad at her. Warmth washed over her in endless waves, sending the prickles back down under her skin. She could feel his face in her hair, his breath on her neck.

Somehow, her hands found the arm crossing her stomach.

Lucy didn’t know how long they had stayed like that, her eyes dozing, yet heart too jittery to let any such peace like sleep overcome her. She convinced herself it was the sparks of Natsu’s magic—the intensity and brashness that accompanied the heat he transferred to her body. She tried to convince herself at least.

She couldn’t remember the last time they had sat in such silence. There were no snores or murmurs, Lucy knew he was as wide awake as she was. It was well past an hour.

Unexpectedly, Lucy turned. When she imagined it before so, she didn’t expect her face to be caught so close to his. She felt the need to hold her breath. She felt rightly invasive, but Natsu didn’t complain.

With a small shift, Lucy could feel something burning on her forehead. It wasn’t painful, but paralyzing. It was hot water on sore muscles. It was sunshine on your cheeks, on a frozen day. It was a mixture of harsh and soft, as one’s lips could be. It wasn’t a kiss, but it was something.

Slowly, they moved down. The singe crept to the bridge of her nose, leaving a wake of embers on her skin, over her eyes, down to her cheek.

Lucy’s breath caught when it all pulled away. She hadn’t realized her eyes had skimmed closed, or that she had been resisting an awfully deep sigh from escaping her throat.

The air charged, full and tense, Natsu withdrew from Lucy’s skin. He lowered his head to brush against her mouth, before her hand caught his cheek.

“No,” she spoke, softly, as if any louder would break the air.

Natsu returned her gaze, riddled with confusion. He placed himself back to where he was.

“No?” he questioned.

Lucy hadn’t known what she meant when she said that, but she knew what it meant now. Finding the nerve, she shifted herself closer. His arms closed around her. Noses bumped, and she forced herself to generate something to say.

“I’m still cold,” she breathed. She wanted him to finish.

It took Natsu a moment to comprehend, yet Lucy couldn’t quite tell when it clicked with him. He wasted no second or hesitation with closing the space between them. Warm lips grazed cold ones, brushed slightly against one another—testing. Experimenting. It was liquid fire all over again.

Lucy, unable to take it any more, pressed down deeper against him. Everything about her was melting, and her mind was no different. The hot hands that grasped at her, her hair, her clothes, her cheek, filling her senseless of a magic she had no idea Natsu contained. She wondered then, if this was how he always felt using his magic.

Like she was drowning. Like she was drunk. Like nothing in the world could stop her, even for a second.

In a flurry for a breath, they broke away. They’d shifted once again, Lucy cradled beneath him, her hair static and floating across her pillows like a golden haze above her head. Natsu played with it, brushing it from her features, and in a breathless laugh, said, “You know, if this is what happens every time your heat cuts out, you should be late on rent more often.”

Lucy sputtered a laugh, not typically a cute one, but a loud, jarring one that Natsu had only heard in very personal times. It was unrestrained and pure. He didn’t even think it was that good a joke.

He caught himself grinning too though; then laughing just as stupidly as the girl below him. They were hysterical, unhinged even, but they didn’t mind.

At that moment, the fire could have frozen in his veins and neither would have minded.

#i had no idea where this was going thats why its so long oops #nalu #fairy tail #nalu fanfiction #natsu x lucy #mywriting

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