#lucy lives au

[bumblebeehug]

Nursing home au… Natsu and Lucy meet as old people, Lucy lived a life of regret and wishes she had lived more — she always wanted to write a novel. Natsu, who’s captivated by Lucy’s eyes and her big personality, and the way she’s friends with everyone in the building, he tries to impress her by telling her all of his great adventures. Some are exaggerated, but they’re never lies. Lucy loves it, she often sits and waits for him at every meal so he can tell her more stories. In fact, she gets so inspired that she starts outlining her own adventure — written this time, with her in it (it’ll naturally become the Fairy Tail as we know it hehe).

They spend their days like this, but at some point Natsu gets curious about Lucy’s life: how did a pretty, successful woman like her end up in a nursing home alone? Lucy tells him, though she prefaces it by telling him that her life wasn’t nearly as fun as his: she grew up rich, her father fixed an arranged marriage for her as soon as she turns 18, and she spends her youth learning all about her husbands business. She admits that it wasn’t a happy marriage but it was civil and she had a child with him. She, however, refused her father’s traditional treatment. Her daughter was to see the world, experience all the things she never got to see. By the time her child was an adult and moved out, her husband died. Young, sadly, but in Lucy’s horror she realised that for the first time ever, she was free of worry. So she spent her time dedicated to growing her late husband’s business, and one day she got a letter from her daughter that told her all about her new family on the other continent. They seemed happy, but Lucy didn’t know their language so when she realised that she had a hard time managing normal household tasks, she left her mansion and went to this nursing home. Surprisingly, she tells Natsu that it’s now her life really felt like it started. No longer chained to her past, talking to people in a normal manner, hearing the amazing lives other people led — she even sneaks in that she wanted to be a journalist for a while, but that she never got around to it.

In return Natsu told his life story. He too had a rough start, abandoned in the woods and picked up by an odd community, but that he quickly found ways to make pocket money. When he had his money he realised that there was nothing stopping him from seeing the world — and that he did. He admits to never actually finding anyone to settle with, other than this cat he had in his youth, but that he had a couple of flighty romances before he went on to the next place. That if there’s anything he regrets it’s not stopping and smelling the flowers. He feels as if he was running from something his entire life, from commitment. But in the end his body begged for mercy, and after a couple of friends’ coercion he agreed to finally land. Nursing home it was.

Lucy felt for him, she really did. She had used her business to escape her world, too scared to leave it completely, but too fed up to feel attached. Natsu knew that she would have switched places with him in a heartbeat, but he also knew that he had wanted to meet her earlier. Maybe if they met as young he would have settled down. He could have appreciated the slow life, the type of life where he came home to a safe embrace and warm food on the table, and in exchange he’d bring her to as many adventures as she wanted.

One day the workers find that they’ve both passed. Likely at the same time. As they clean out Lucy’s room they find a note, written in Natsu’s old, shaky handwriting: “let’s go on adventures together”.

[bonkalore]

I'm just gonna post it before my perfectionism gets the best of me!! But them in Jayce's mindscape to help him when he gets in a Dread induced coma towards the end of my AU story was something I had wanted to do for ages now! Glad it looks mostly how I was actually picturing in my head for once tho. Shocker!

Kept being unsure on the colors but didn't want it TOO drowned out from the purple. Green is his normal magic color as just Jayce and not the Dread magic, so I wondered about working some in and managed to make it work a bit I think. Showing that there still is some of his consciousness left in there that the Dread is defensively trying to blockade.

[damnedserenity]

why does media insist on making lucifer a poor little meow meow who did nothing wrong and god straight evil to have people sympathize with him?? like bro you can absolutely make a prideful, spiteful and pitiful little guy with a kind merciful god and STILL have all the angst you want and I gurantee 500% that everyone would eat that shit up

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Livia, Sejanus, and Lucy Gray deserve to kill Snow and rule the country by playing his corpse like a marionette

[redrobin-detective]

I love writing my favorite characters and projecting my personality and interests onto them. Its healthy even.

[vickyvicarious]

Jonathan isn't the president of the Mina fanclub. He's the secretary. He doesn't need to lead the discussions on how great she is (he assumes everyone already knows) - he's more than happy to nod along quietly and record it all for posterity.

You know what? Fair. Very fair. But it's a longstanding club, and has experienced some change in membership over time (due to unfortunate circumstances). Lucy was the original President, Jonathan has always been the Secretary.

[t1oui]

snowbaird this, snowjanus that, what about lucy gray x sejanus where they come back as ghosts and murder coriolanus with one of his roses.

[sa1808fi]

Rex in his timeline fic :)

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He was sitting on the edge of a cliff, a large field behind him. The cool night breeze ruffling through his hair as he stared into the inky darkness below his feet.

His brain was...really fucking hazy right now. He didn't fully remember what he was doing here, just that he wandered off, needing to get out of the sickeningly bright and cheerful environment the residents of Syspocalypstar surrounded themselves with.

The fireworks were so loud, too loud

He picked up one of the lone rocks lying on the ground near him, tossing it into the icy depths of outer space, watching as it got swallowed up by the unforgiving darkness. Just a meaningless speck in the grand scheme of things. Easily forgotten... just like he was.

He didn't get why Lucy and the others were making such an effort now to comfort him. Ever since they had such a 'happy' reunion, they've all been somewhere around him. Sure Emmet might've appreciated it but he didn't, all of the attention was suffocating, and he usually liked attention so that was saying something.

It just... didn't make sense. They all forgot about him so easily, moving on like he never existed, like he was meaningless to them. They left him to suffer in the depths of space for years as his mentality slowly crumbled, unforgiving rage taking root in his once sunny demeanor.

He spent so long believing they never cared about him, so long that he didn't know what to think anymore.

The sound of fireworks exploding in the distance overtook his hearing again. The loud booming only serving to make his breath quicken with anxiety.

He was crashing, burning, it hurt-

Lucy... came back for him in the other timeline. Rex still didn't know what to think about that, and it's already been months since that happened.

Something just tightened in his chest whenever he thought about how Emmet never had to go through Undar. That Lucy loved him enough to do whatever it took to find him again. His... gave up on him so quickly.

She and his past self had such a lovey-dovey happy reunion, they were so... happy to see each other. Her speech before Emmet destroyed the cake only adding to his inner turmoil.

Was it just... him? Was he the problem?

Lucy said she never wanted Emmet to change, but that's what happened to Rex. The isolation broke him beyond repair, he could never be the man that Lucy loves-loved-he didn't know.

Looking back down, all he could see was the darkness threatening to swallow him alive. The rock he threw was gone, swallowed by the shadowy abyss, left to be forgotten, just like he was.

Another loud boom erupted in the air as another firework was set off, but all he could hear was the sound of his ship crashing, blowing up into a burst of flames, burning his side as he was launched into Undar. Forgotten by the world around him, rotting in the dusty, lonely wasteland.

It was getting hard to breathe, it was like he was back there, trapped, suffocating while his lungs filled up with dust.

Everything hurt.

None of them were coming to save him.

He was trapped inside an unforgiving cycle of suffering

shedidn'tlovehimshehatedhimwhy-

"-ex, REX!"

He suddenly felt two hands make contact with his shoulders, the touch so sudden it had him leaping away from it like it was burning him. Maybe it was, all he could feel on his entire left side was a searing pain.

His whole body was shaking with his panicked breaths, eyes darting everywhere. Another boom echoed through the air, eyes snapping to watch the firey red and orange explosion erupting midair, just like-

"Hey, no, look at me okay?" A soft voice broke through the thoughts racing through his head. His toxic green eyes locked with Lucy's blue and pink ones. He didn't feel her grabbing hold of his gloved hands.

"Good, alright, take a deep breath, okay?" He could only manage a shaky nod at her question. Everything was still so blurry, reality slipping away like sand.

He distantly heard her counting, trying to encourage him to breathe every 5 seconds or so.

".....in.....hold.....and out....." Rinse and repeat. He didn't know how long they were sitting there in the grassy field as she slowly coaxed him out of that panic attack, the fireworks long gone.

"You okay?" She asked once his breathing evened out, tone drenched in worry he didn't deserve it. He tilted his head in thought. God, she was so beautiful, he never deserved her. Not then, not now.

"...What? You want the truth, or would you prefer me to lie about feeling great to make you feel better?" He answered, voice still hoarse from the frantic puffs of air escaping him beforehand. Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but panic attacks always sucked the life out of him.

She just gave him a sad look, letting go of his hands while he turned away from her, tucking his knees up against his chest and resting his chin on his forearms.

"...Do you..." She began, before thinking over what she was about to say. He just watched her from the corner of his vision, focusing his gaze on the night sky, finally seeing the stars instead of just darkness.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She decided to say.

He let out a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a scoff, dragging one of his hands down his face.

"Talk about what? The weather? The way you all keep dragging me to those mind-numbingly bright celebrations? The ones that have fireworks that remind me of-" He caught himself before he could say more, immediately looking away from her, though he could still feel her gaze burning into him.

"Remind you of what? Rex, what do fireworks remind you of?" She asked. Her tone was so soft and understanding. It made him want to punch something.

But he still hesitated, did he really want to trust her? "I...it's just too... loud. Reminds me of... crashing." He muttered at the end, subconsciously rubbing at his burn scar. He didn't see the way Lucy tensed up at the mention of his crash into Undar, the guilty look that overtook her face.

They both sat in silence, neither willing to break the tense atmosphere that came from his words.

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Wassup? I've just realised that if Elate ever gets a DNA test, Regis and co will come to conclusion that Niflheim cloned Mors and then lost that clone.

Ohhhhhh

Hmm...

You know, there was at least on emeeting between Mors and Aldercapt in canon that we know of. So that assumption would not be impossible. Especially since Regis knows about the MTs being clones.

***

The hug came rather suddenly, though not without forewarning. Mors never had liked close physical contact. Especially after his marriage. So he could have dodged, taken step back, and Regis would have backed off. Mors knew he would have respected that boundary, because he had done so before. Multiple times.

It was the look on Regis's face however, that made him stay still and let himself be cradled in his arms. At least that was what Mors told himself.

Within moments warmth seeped into Mors's bones. All encompassing and protecting. He supressed a shudder. A large, aged hand carded through his hair and the sensation did make him shiver.

"Elate."

Something about the way Regis said his name made Mors look up, his cheek still pressed against Regis's chest.

"You know that you will alway be my son, no matter how you came to be, right?"

Mors... did not know what to say to that. So remained silent. The look of absolute anguish that crossed Regis's face made something within Mors whine.

"Why are you saying that?" he forced himself to ask.

Anything to get that look off of Regis's face. No matter what age Mors was now, which name he bore, that was still his son.

The hand was back in his hair and Mors felt himself go boneless. Everything was warm.

"Remember the blood test we had done? According to the test you have the exact same geneting makeup as my father."

Suddenly all the warmth that Mors had previously felt was gone. Muscles stiff and minf racing he tried to push Regis away. The act was up. He had thought he had more time. When he had been King blood and DNA tests had taken weeks not a mere two days. What would his son think of him now? What would happen now? What-?

Regis's arms did not yield. Instead, Regis seemed to pull Mors impossibly closer.

"Elate. It's alright. Everything is alright. Elate. Son, please. I'm so sorry. So sorry this happened to you."

The words reached dimly through Mors's racing thoughts, and when they registered, he stilled his struggle, surprised and tense. He stared at the rug covering the floor. His own breathing seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. Regis's steady heartbeat was a strangely grounding force. Mors's mind clung to it for all it was worth.

Regis sighed. Long and deep.

"Elate, you are still my son. You are still Noctis's brother, Hiemi's brother-in-law. Solaris is still your niece, Astra your nephew and Ardyn your uncle. That will never change, no matter what. Being my father's clone does not change that. We love you and you are part of this family."

Mors blinked. Regis thought... what? What was a clone? Mors looked up at his son, and had to look away again, not able to bear the tender look on his face.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he managed to relax. He would figure out what a clone was and work from there. But for now he would stay right here. Just for a little longer.

[doyourworsttt]

haven't posted art in a while but i did finish songbirds and snakes so. yeah.

[gsstories]

Have some Alma and Lily

And a Pre Bishop, non traumatized Joan

I was practicing with an expression chart cause I SUCK at them and need to practice lol

Oh, and have some Alma and Lily if they never died

Everything would have stayed the same except that now they have scars, not just Joan, and they are much bigger than hers as well. Due to how deep her injury was, Alma became half blind but that didn’t stop her from making more experiments and studying and interacting with ghosts and visions of the future. As for Lily, her scar, that goes from her neck to almost reaching her elbow, may have caused a bit of mobility issues on her arm but nothing major. In this version, Joan wouldn’t have gone livid and gone on a killing spree but she still mad they got so hurt by the Bishops. Instead of killing the followers like in the OG version, she merely captures them and imprisons them to have them properly punished for their crimes. So no bad impressions in front of Miori or Lucy lol!

[biscuitrule]

Someone write and AU where Lucy is a singer or an actress and really gained popularity through both her talent but also hugely because she’s just so down to Earth and she’s so effortless and charming in her interviews. Like people like both her work and her.

Now if you ask Anthony Lockwood if he has a celebrity crush he would say no because that’s so juvenile and he doesn’t pine much less after someone who doesn’t even know he exists. However when he has a chance encounter with one Lucy Carlyle in London there really is no other way to describe him than flustered and starstruck. Because wow she really is just that much prettier and amazing in real life (not that he’s watched heaps of her interviews or anything like that) and she’s attempting to make conversation and Lockwood desperately wants to impress her and seem cool but is just at a loss for words and awkward (but in an endearing way Lucy assures him later)

Bonus points for George being there and actually being the cool one when it happens and watching Lockwood fumble about until he steps in to be the calm and collected smooth talker out of the two of them for once and Lockwood is maybe a little jealous of how well they seem to be getting on and how easy their conversation is when he’s just made a fool of himself like

George: I promise he’s usually more articulate than this

Lockwood: *glares in a ‘you’re not helping’ way*

Lucy: *laughs and is charming*

Lockwood: *back to heart eyes and being flustered*

[barkovsasha]

i very rarely post snippets on here but the whole willson/sonny bit at the end of the game. yeah so here ig ! featuring miles since this entire au just. yeah

“Thanks, babe.”

Sonny rolls his eyes as he takes over, holding the end of the unit as they lower it to the ground, turning to look at Miles.

“This is the guy you’ve been friends with your entire life?”

Miles nods, head knocking against the column.

“Yeah, not sure why.”

God, but he is. He knows exactly why.

“Fuck you both. You love me.”

Willson is standing in the back of the truck, arms held out either side of himself, grinning at them.

Yeah, Miles thinks, we really do.

Sonny takes his cap off, runs his fingers through his hair and fixes it back onto his head, squinting up at Willson.

“Get down from there, you idiot. Help me with this.”

Willson jumps down from the truck and Miles has a fleeting worry about his knees but Willson doesn’t even flinch. He’s always been like that. Even if he’s hurting, he won’t show it. For the longest time, Miles thought he was incapable of pain, like nothing ever got to him. He’s seen first hand how inaccurate that thought is.

Miles watches as Willson wraps his arm around Sonny’s neck, knocking the cap from his head to kiss him deeply. Miles smiles a little, temple resting against the chipped paint of the column. Anybody else might feel like they were intruding but this was Sonny and Willson. They were his best friends. He’s been there through everything with them, slept in the same bed as them more times than he can even begin to count. He’s slept with them both, on and off camera, so a kiss like this? It’s nothing and everything at the same time.

When they pull away, Sonny’s cheeks are splotched with colour, pushing at Willson’s chest before he bends down to pick up his hat.

“Asshole,” carries across the wind, though Sonny couldn’t look happier as he says it.

He leans in for one chaste kiss before tugging his hat back on top of his head, pointing at the TV unit.

“What do you want to do with this? It’s broken, Miles told you to leave it.”

“We’re gonna break it down ourselves and throw it out.”

“Babe, we coulda left it if that’s all we’re doing with it.”

“No, his landlord–”

“–would’ve been fine. I told you!” Miles interrupts, rolling his eyes.

Willson turns to Miles and flips him off, which Miles gladly returns, tired smile gracing his features.

“Sue me for not wanting him to send you a bill or whatever. ‘Sides, we’ve got it now. Too late for you to gang up on me about it.”

Sonny pulls a face, looks at Miles and shrugs.

“I don’t really think it’s too late. This has been our entire lives since college, babe. Ganging up on you is what we’re best at,” Sonny says with a grin.

[bothsides11]

The main trio + Maude Ivory

[moreespressoformydepresso]

The weirdest kind of crack fix it AU’s just popped into my head. Imagine if Snow was knocked into a coma by the arena bombings and the events of TBOSAS and all the works in this franchise are just his fever dream while his body fights to keep him alive.

While he’s out, the mentors all grow close to their tributes and Felix manages to convince his dad that the games are bad actually. That Gaul is not all there mentally and will be a bigger danger to the people of the capitol than any of the tributes could ever hope to be and that the bombings could’ve been caused by anyone so which should they weigh heavier? The hypothetical rebels that may or may not have done this, or the woman everyone can clearly tell is some kind of unhinged. Not the fun kind either. The president agrees and while Snow is in the hospital all the tributes get rich friends to help out their families and on some level their districts so their lives are a lot less difficult.

[birodactyloftheblog]

Lucy Phantom AU (part 3)

I drew Rockwell's ghost form!

I'm also in the middle of drawing some Bitter Reunions stuff, which I'll probably finish tomorrow