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asystolearchives · 9 days ago

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Liric and Quinn - Fairy Resus

Inspired by some wonderful art from my new friend @saphicresus, my first story. I may come back to this some day and re-write it to be a bit better, but I wanted to go ahead and get something published. I hope you like it!

Liric’s tail flicked in frustration as she paused- focusing her breath as she tried to stay quiet. To stay hidden. Her wings pulled in closer to her tiny frame, pointed ears able to pick up even the slightest of sounds but yet she didn’t hear a thing. She could feel her tiny heart racing in her chest, adrenaline rushing through, making every movement shaky and uncoordinated.

Quinn was after her. An enemy she had became under circumstances that weren't her own. She’d ventured into her families territory whenever her familiar, a large cane toad named Hieff, had went missing late in the night. The Brabblefern family was known to be skilled hunters, and vicious to their enemies. Where as Liric, the only daughter to the head of the Lotusfeet family, had a lot more peace and understanding to anybody who accidentally came around.

And now, she was in a situation she’d never been in. She was trapped in a Twoleg’s house. She hadn’t realized when she was flying- but had flown straight through an open window. They had both scrambled to hide whenever they heard the Twoleg enter, but now- she didn’t know where Quinn was, or the Twoleg that she couldn’t hear anymore. The tiny fairy moved some of her blonde strands from in front of her face before she heard shuffling- and her wings expanded, taking off quickly and darting out from the cupboard she was in.

“Get back here, you coward!” Quinn screamed angrily. Her features were much different then Lirics. She had the same body type, but her bare body was adorned with swirls of pigment that almost appeared as tattoos. It provided essential camouflage to her enemies. Her skin was much darker, and hair more coarse, currently in tight, firm dreads that had adorations of beads and small animal bones. They were successful, brutal, ruthless hunters. Deep scars showed just how brave she was- and she was quickly catching up to Liric.

“Please- just- leave me alone! Please!” Liric cried out, darting around a corner and ducking under a cabinet. Her eyes quickly scanned in any place that she could hide, she could see freshly cut vegetables on the counter, jars prepared with their lids off setting on the table. She was familiar with this kind of food preservation from her studies, but she didn’t know yet what to do- until she heard the sound of Quinn screaming in pain as she flew over a boiling pot of hot water, the steam having made her dip down into the floor. Liric looked behind her, her wings flapping quickly, still racing to find another open window- deep down, she was afraid that Quinn was hurt. ⁃ THUD! Liric slammed roughly into the wall, not having been watching where she was going. The small fairly fell down, falling into one of the open jars with a hazy thud, stars in her vision as she tried to regain her composure. She didn’t even realize she’d blacked out until she heard something rustling just above the jar, the sound of metal on glass.

Her dark eyes opend in time to see that Quinn had managed to pick up the lightweight lid to the old jar and began to screw it on the top. Liric flew up quickly, shoving her hands against the top- but she was no match. The lid was already screwed, she was just tightening it. She began to beat against the lid. “Quinn! Please- please! Let me out! Let me out!” She screamed frantically, trying to fly against the side of the jar to knock it over. But Quinn flew down, looking at the struggle as Liric began to tire out.

But Liric couldn’t understand why she was getting tired until it dawned on her… she was running out of oxygen, and fast. She slowed down even more, her body feeling heavier then it ever had as she crumbled down to the bottom of the jar, her tail swishing slowly as she looked at the way Quinn smirked at her. The fairy’s long nails slowly tapped against the jar teasingly, her own tail swishing with something that resembled delight as she watched Liric try to gasp. But every breath she took seemed to starve her body further of the oxygen it needed, her heart beating wildly in her ears as if it would jump out of her chest all together. Liric’s hands clawed against the glass, trying to find anything to hold onto- anything to try and convince Quinn that she’d stay away from her territory. She understood why the other fairy was so violent, with how scarse food was, with some other fairies stealing and killing- she wasn’t mad at her… but she knew she didn’t deserve to be killed for her simple mistake. Quinn was several moons older then she was, she had more expirence, more skill, a bigger clan.

Her head began to pound, a headache like she’d never felt before aching through her body. Her vision was blurring even more, and she was getting disoriented, unable to speak. She was suffocating, and her body was starting to go through cyanosis. Her pale skin was turning blue around her lips and her face, the red that had washed over her was fading as her heart stopped trying to uselessly pump blood. Her tiny frame jerked invoulntarily as she slid further, her back hitting the back of the glass as she began to feel more tired.

She couldn’t explain the sense of.. calmness that she felt. Her tired, tiny heart was slowing it’s beats down. The tips of her fingers, and her toes were slowly turning blue, a paleness that was racing to her limbs. Quinn laid her hands on her hips in a satisfied huff. “You’ll never steal from us again, will you Lotusfeet?” She cackled, before jumping up- her wings splaying out and starting to flutter as she took flight again. Liric’s hand reached weakly out twoards the figure as one last plea before everything darkend within her vision, and Quinn flew out the still-open window, just narrowly avoiding the Twoleg as she walked back inside. Liric’s body had gone limp at the bottom of the jar.

Briela looked curiously out her window, her long brown hair dusting over her shoulders, the smell of fresh dirt on her knees as she took off her gardening gloves, setting the basket of herbs down on the small table that she’d collected. “Oh, butterflies this time of year already? I really need to plant those flowers..” She murmured to herself as she looked for the ‘butterfly’ she’d seen fly out her window. She shrugged it off, and moved to kick off her dirty shoes before going over to the sink to start washing her hands. She did so, patting her hands dry on the small towel as blue eyes glanced over to the pot of boiling water.

“Oh! I forgot about canning!” She cried out in surprise at the boiling water, moving to turn down the water a bit before looking at her jars, noticing the metal lid on one. Her head tilted in surprise before she saw it- the tiny, blue fairy within the jar. “O-Oh my! Oh my! Shit, shit shit shit!” She yelped as she quickly lifted up the jar, unscrewing it with ease as she looked into it. “Oh! Hey, hey- holy shit! Are you okay!?” She cried out as she dumped the fairy hap-hazardly onto the tea towel she’d just used to dry her hands, setting the jar back down quickly as she hovered over the tiny frame. Then it dawned on her- this wasn’t her skin color.. whatever this little, magical being was- this was the appearance of suffocating.

“Oh SHIT!” She yelled once she realized, lifting the tiny frame into her palms carefully. Liric’s body shifted coldly in her palm, her wings limp and splayed out, her tail draping past her palm, arms outstretched and hair messily covering her face from being dropped onto the tea towel. Briela quickly moved to turn off the stove with her free hand before running to her kitchen table, taking a quick seat as her thumb rubbed over the tiny fairy’s chest. “Oh come on, breathe! Breathe! You’re out of the jar now you’re okay! You’re okay!” She pleaded quickly, her own hands starting to shake before she rested her thumb over the tiny fairy’s bare chest, inbetween her breasts. She paused, trying to feel for anything. She moved to lay the fairy’s back flat against her palm, moving her fingers against her chest- trying to feel again.

Nothing… Liric’s body had given up it’s fight. It had been too long, her heart had beat so fast and she’d panicked so badly she had only sped up her demise. But Briela wasn’t a stranger to an emergency… but on something this small? She had to think fast, or else the fairy wouldn’t have a chance at all.

Briela quickly brought the small frame up to her mouth, sealing her warm pink lips against the tiny fairy’s face, trying to puff a breath of air into her useless lungs. She pulled back, and didn’t see a downfall, or hear one. “Okay- just hold on honey- just hold on.” She begged, trying again as she repositioned the tiny frame, letting her head tilt back in-between her thumb and index finger, right in the soft crook, and sealed her lips again, giving a bit fuller of a breath- this time she kept her other hand on the tiny fairy’s chest.

A slow rise. Air was going in now. She pulled back, letting the fairy’s chest fall- before lowering again, delivering another breath. Rise… fall.

“Come on..” She whined, pulling back and moving her thumb into the center of the tiny fairy’s chest, pushing down awkwardly. The angle didn’t do her much of a favor, but she gained a small ‘huff’ from the fairy’s agape mouth. Briela moved to set her against the cold wooden kitchen table, her head lolling to the side, wings splayed under her and her tail in-between her legs as Briela tried another angle with her thumb- another useless huff. She was growing frustrated, but tried again. This time, she used two fingers, both on her sternum, before she pressed down.

Now that felt like a compression. Her body responded just as a human’s would, and she set her pace. “One… two… three… four!” She counted, Liric’s body shifting under each thrust into her still heart. Briela had calmed down- and now she had deep focus, her other hand carefully ready to scoop the tiny fairy up when she needed to give breaths again, resting against the kitchen table. Each thrust made her feel that more scared that maybe she was too late.

“hu-huh-huh-huh-huh” Liric’s body responded in small, quiet huffs with each compression, limbs failing slightly as she was picked back up off the table, Briela sealing her mouth against the fairies once more. She puffed out a small breath of air, causing Liric’s cheeks to expand fully, her lungs expanding quickly, huffing out air as the Twoleg pulled away. Another breath, rise, and fall- and then another.. just for good measure. She didn’t hesitate, carefully lowering Liric back down, her fingers finding their place again as she began to compress.

“huh! huh! huh!” her body responded more defiantly, as Briela didn’t worry as much about the depth- she worried that if she went too soft she wouldn’t be able to save the fairy. She counted softly under her breath, legs shaking with each thrust as her ribs flared out with each deep, methodical compression that was slammed into her unmoving muscle. Another round, and another set of breaths. She could see that some of the blueness had faded from the fairy’s body but she wasn’t yet responding to her- a quick feel against her chest gave her nothing in return, but Briela took the small frame from her table and back into her palm, her fingers moving to rub her sternum desperately.

“Come on, little one- please take in a breath!” She quietly whispered, deeply rubbing her sternum- trying to get any response, before using her thumb, cupping the tiny fairy in her hands as she began to deliver compressions again. These were harder, deeper into her chest- crushing her heart with each beat as she squeezed the tiny form. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, ribs flaring out- open mouth huffing out the air that kept seeping into her lungs. Her legs and arms shook with each beat, the warmness from Briela’s palms starting to take away the coldness that the kitchen table had only caused to get worse. She was desperate, her mouth sealing again over the tiny fairy’s face, forcing in air even as her thumb continued to press, feeling the way her chest rose up and huffed out quickly with the next beat. Her belly jiggled with each compression, expanding and shifting under the weight until- a tiny gasp echoed.

Briela paused for a moment, her thumb resting over Liric’s sternum. The marbling of bruises and redness made her feel horrible, but Liric tried to gasp again, but her eyes weren't opening. Each gasp was deep, struggled. Agonal. “Come on honey…” Briela pleaded as she rubbed against her sternum firmly, not getting any kind of a reaction before she began to compress again. She knew that this breathing wasn’t a real sign of life- and even though she wished she had a AED , she knew there was no such thing for something so small.

Each thump against the sloshing muscle further pushed blood throughout her system that was trying so hard to fight. Briela’s careful grip, and thumb centered square in her sternum- didn’t give her heart any choice. It would beat, and it would beat to the rhythm that it was set to. Briela moved back down after only fifteen, bringing the tiny fairy up to her mouth once more, sealing over her face and blowing quick breaths of air- over and over again, her tiny chest expanding quickly as her thumb rubbed against Liric’s chest, making her chest shift and bounce before her limbs came up suddenly, starting to move and gasp.

“Oh! Oh my goodness, you’re alive! Okay, it’s okay little one- breathe for me, just breathe!” She guided softly as she pulled back, feeling the quick thudding of Liric’s heart as she regained consciousness, the tiny fairy looking terrified as she realized what was going on. “I-It’s okay, it’s okay, I saw you got trapped in a jar- I saved you, you’re okay.” She pleaded, hoping that the fairy understood what she was saying. Liric didn’t have the energy to move, yet, but Briela was already standing, looking through a pile of sewing supplies on her kitchen table until she found a small square of soft fabric, wrapping the tiny frame in it, and laying her down carefully on a old plushie. The tiny fairy’s body rested against the softness and warmth, and Briela didn’t take her eyes off of her.

She’d done it. She’d saved the fairy!

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theocddiaries · 2 months ago

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Shadow: How’s Tails? Any better? Sonic: No. Ever since he had that nightmare about the tooth fairy, he’s been a nervous wreck. I can’t leave his side. Shadow: Hm. Sonic, when was the last time you spent time with your brother? One on one. Sonic: I took him to the dentist on Tuesday. Shadow: I mean doing something fun. Sonic: Hey, he had a blast scolding the dentist for having outdated magazines. …Okay. I don’t know, I saw him doing his own thing, and he’s not a little kid anymore, so I just gave him some space. But you might be right. I’ll talk to him. Tails! Can you come here for a second? [Tails comes out of his room with a broom and a tranquilizer gun, scanning the room before sitting on the couch, still on guard. Shadow and Sonic exchange a worried glance.] Sonic: Okay, buddy… [takes the gun from him]: Give me that. Look, I got the message. Tomorrow we’ll do whatever you want and I’ll make your favorite food, and we’ll have a sleepover. We’ll spend the whole day together. But please, drop the tooth fairy nonsense. Tails: It’s not nonsense, she’s really here! Sonic: Tails, I’m really sorry I made you feel abandoned. [From the hallway, Knuckles appears wearing a grotesque papier-mâché head with crudely drawn facial features, a disheveled wig under a tattered veil. He looks both ways before slipping into the bathroom.] Tails [screaming and pointing]: Aaah! There she is! There she is! [Shadow and Sonic turn, but Knuckles is already gone.] Sonic: Tails, there’s nothing there. Shadow: Okay, how about this? I’ll go spend a week with Rouge so you two can spend time together like old times. Tails: I don’t give a damn about your life, you egomaniac! There’s a lunatic in the house who wants to rip my teeth out! Aaaaaaaaah! There she is again! [Knuckles comes out of the bathroom, scratching his head in confusion. He heads toward the kitchen.] Sonic: Tails-- Tails: Look, look that way, please! [Sonic rolls his eyes and turns around.] Sonic: Tails, pal, there’s nothing. Tails: Yes, there is! She hides right when you look! She’s evil! Shadow: Kid, enough, okay? Your brother and I aren’t playing along anymore-- [Knuckles walks into the living room and taps Sonic on the shoulder while Shadow talks. Sonic turns around, sees him, and starts screaming along with Tails.] Sonic: Aaaaah! She’s real! Shadow: You aren't help-- Damn it! Tails: I told you! [shoves Shadow before running out]: Take him instead! [runs out of the house screaming] Knuckles: Hey, calm down, it’s me!!! Sonic: Knuckles? Knuckles: Help me get the head off, it’s stuck. Shadow [removes it after a few tries]: What the hell do you think you're doing?? Knuckles: Me? Bringing back the magic for Tails. Shadow: How? By haunting him dressed like La Llorona? Knuckles: No, I’m the tooth fairy. Sonic: That's great, because you’re gonna need new teeth when I knock yours out, you idiot! The kid’s terrified! He hasn’t slept in three days, he’s more owl than fox at this point because of you! Shadow: Look, you’re going to tell Tails it was you pulling one of your dumb stunts. Knuckles: I can't tell him. That’s like Superman admitting he’s Spider-Man. It ruins the magic. Shadow: What magic? You’ve got a serious problem with language. That costume causes a lot of things: disgust, unease, terror, but magic ain’t one of them! Sonic: I spent countless hours editing VHS tapes and DVDs so the kid could watch Bambi without the mother’s death scene, and you traumatized him in one night. First and last time you scare him like this! And especially the last time you mention the stupid tooth fairy! Knuckles: Stupid tooth fairy? Well, then, let’s call Santa Claus ‘fat bastard’ and Kermit the Frog ‘amphibian jerk’ while we’re at it! There's no values anymore! Bitter losers! [storms off] Sonic: Unbelievable… Knuckles [comes back]: Sorry, guys, I lost my head. Sonic: Thank you. Knuckles: Hm? No, I mean literally, I lost the head for my costume… Oh wait, here it is. [picks it up]: So, screw you both, Grumpy and Grumpier.

#incorrect quotes #sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #tails the fox #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #sonadow #sonic #sonic fandom

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bumblebeehug · 6 months ago

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A Way Into Your Heart

Summary: After a friendly night out, Natsu and Lucy connect under the street lights. Notes: I just wanted to write about them kissing. I have no other excuse for not writing on my last nalu week fanfic - I just wanted them to smooch for ten pages, so that's what I did! Ao3

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Lucy was feeling hot. She was currently mushed between a fire dragon slayer and a very sweaty Ichya at the bar. The Fairy Tail guild had been invited to yet another event that they didn't deserve to go to. Even if they helped save Christina from getting destroyed by enemies, the town beneath the flying ship hadn't been as lucky. Still, Blue Pegasus were persistent that they had to thank Fairy Tail, so here they all were, crammed into a semi big pub in the outskirts of Magnolia, drinking and celebrating yet another victory.

"You okay?" Natsu leaned towards Lucy and whispered in her ear. The blast of hot air made Lucy sweat.

"It's weird that he doesn't smell bad," Lucy complained, adding a slight nod towards Ichya. As she glanced towards him she noticed that he was flaring his nostrils and bending towards her. She could only cringe. "He's smelling me…"

Natsu poked his head forward and gave Ichya a menacing stare. Sadly, Ichya was far too drunk to care. When Natsu's tactic to scare him away didn't work, he slid off the bar stool and pulled Lucy away.

"That creep," he muttered, placing a protective arm over Lucy's shoulders. "How hasn't he gotten locked up yet?"

Lucy let out a small giggle.

"It's not against the law to be weird. Plus, he's dating my great grandmother, he can't be that crazy."

Natsu huffed in response.

"Don't brag 'bout having a weirdo family tree."

Lucy stuck out her tongue. No matter how close they got, or how long their friendship lasted, Natsu would never stop calling her that. She wouldn't be surprised if he wrote R.I.P. Weirdo on her headstone one day.

On another note, Lucy was craving a new drink. She had only gotten halfway on her previous one since Natsu pulled her away, so after some coercion she got him to pay for her new one.

"I'll get us some seats," she said, pushing him back towards the bar, along with a small prayer that he wouldn't get carried away and confront Ichya. That could only lead to the fire alarm going off, best case, or worst, the bar turning into ashes, which would definitely ruin the festive mood. After scanning the tables she noticed a table for two where one guy had fallen asleep. The many empty beer glasses in front of him indicated that his night out was coming to an end. Lucy threaded over to him, careful not to bump into anyone with a drink in their hand. A sticky dress wasn't pleasant.

"Excuse me, sir?" Lucy spoke loudly in hope that he hadn't fallen asleep just yet. After a couple of pokes he finally looked at her. "Sir, could my friend and I use this table?"

The man looked like he was going through the worst kind of drunk — the kind where he'll wake up the next morning in a bush with his pants halfway down, wondering why his lip is hurting and soon learning that some other drunk guy tried to pierce it with a safety pin. He had left a puddle of drool on the table in front of him, and it was obvious that Lucy's words didn't connect. They had gone in through one ear and out the other. Still, she tried again, being sure to keep her distance, just in case.

"Could we have this table?" She shouted this time, finally hearing her own voice over the myriad of others. That seemed to go through to the man as well.

"Y-yearh…" he slurred, slowly standing up from the chair, knocking down multiple glasses in the process. Good thing they were plastic and not glass. "Hu… here ya' go sweetie…"

Lucy smiled politely as thanks. She wasn't exactly scared of drunk people — most of them were quite kind, and she knew that if anything were to happen, she'd have two guilds and all her spirits to back her up. Still, she preferred to not start a commotion. Natsu didn't have a reputation for staying calm and collected when people bothered her.

Luckily the guy left before Natsu came with the drinks. The table itself was disgusting, but it was nice not having to sit all crammed in between people in the bar. Besides, a waitress was quick to spot them, wiping down the table and bringing the used glasses with her.

"One pornstar martini for you," Natsu said, placing a pretty reddish orange drink in front of her, "and a whiskey on the rocks for me." Lucy smiled brightly.

"Thanks!" She picked up the rounded martini glass and held it up. "Here's a toast then, for a free drink!"

"And for finding a table," Natsu added, picking up his glass as well.

"And for Christina!"

"And toast to another victory for Fairy Tail!"

"Hear hear," Lucy said, giving Natsu's glass a small clink before finally tasting her drink. It was a delicious blend of sweet passion fruit, mixed with vanilla vodka and a splash of lime. She let out a squeak in delight — few things made her happier than an alcoholic drink where she couldn't taste the alcohol. They may be dangerous, but she saw no joy in consuming drinks with that bitter spiciness. "This is delicious! What's it called, did you say?"

"Pornstar martini!" Natsu leaned slightly over the table to ensure that he was heard.

"What a vulgar name…" Lucy muttered under her breath, confirming to Natsu that she had heard him. It sure was convenient that he had that excellent hearing — way less shouting. "How was yours?"

"Pretty good," Natsu said, "wanna taste?"

Lucy couldn't resist the offer. She knew she wouldn't enjoy it herself, but after drinking with Natsu for a few years, she learned that different whiskeys had different tastes. Some were quite sweet and fruity, others had nutty notes. With a tiny sip from this glass, she learned that he had gotten his favourite kind — the one with spicy and smoky notes. She made a face.

"Bleh! It's your type of drink, alright," she confirmed, sticking out her tongue to lessen the strong taste. The most she could enjoy whiskey was if it was as a highball or a whiskey sour — she avoided straight on the rocks as the plague. Luckily, she always had Natsu to drink them for her if she was served any.

"What an ugly face!" Natsu laughed, snickering at her scrunched facial expression.

"It's unnatural to be calm after drinking something like that," she countered with a sour face, trying to hide the smile in the corner of her mouth. "At least my drink resembles something edible instead of sharing more similarities with gasoline than a drink." This time Natsu was the one to poke out his tongue.

"Let me taste yours then," he dared her.

"Fine." She slid her drink over, watching him take a sip.

"Too sweet," Natsu said, contorting his face to further prove his point. "It's just sugar! Makes my teeth feel icky."

"It's not just sugar! It's fruity and sour and has that perfect amount of vanilla flavour to it. Don't pride yourself in having uncultured taste buds."

They always ended up bantering like this when they shared drinks, but Lucy found it to be pleasant banter. The kind she remembered when she woke up the next morning, earning a giggle, thinking of all the fun retorts that had been said. She knew that Natsu shared her sentiment, not letting his soft facial expressions go past her. Even when he tried to rile her up by blowing raspberries and feigning annoyed sighs, she could see how his eyes were squinted together into a constant smile. She never felt like she had to second guess their friendship.

Four drinks and three shots later, they decided it was time to head back to Lucy's apartment. Natsu wasn't as much of a lightweight as Lucy, but even he felt the effects from having one too many vanilla vodka shots. Plus, the constant blush on Lucy's face and her jokes that were gradually getting flirtier were enough for Natsu to close the tab for the night.

He stood up from his chair and swiftly helped Lucy up as well. She was still giggling at a joke she had said ten minutes earlier and was swaying like crazy once she stood up. As the pub was still crowded, Natsu held a tight and steady arm around her as they made their way to Makarov and Bob's table. Even though he'd never let anything bad happen on the way home, he felt like it was good to inform them that they were leaving.

"Natsu," Lucy called out, squirming around in his grip around her, trying to face his ear. "Doesn't Master Bob's head look like a chestnut?" She whispered silently, making sure not to be heard by anyone other than him. When her lips accidentally brushed against Natsu's earlobe he felt a violent shiver – a pleasant, but violent shiver throughout his body.

"I wouldn't tell him that though," Natsu answered, leading to a new fit of giggles from Lucy. After all, he agreed with her statement.

After giving the supposed responsible adults a heads up, Natsu could finally lead Lucy out of the premises. The cool night breeze was heavenly after having breathed the same air as at least a hundred other drunkards for hours. Some fresh air was precisely what Lucy seemed to need as well, since she sobered up quite a bit from just stepping outside. She was still clearly loopy, but at least she wasn't laughing like a crazy person anymore.

"Finally, some air!" Lucy exclaimed, stretching the one arm that wasn't glued to Natsu's upper body. He still hadn't let go of her – for all he knew, she could have been too drunk to walk straight. Though as soon as he noticed that that wasn't the case, he lightened his grip around her, settling for resting his arm over her shoulder. That way she wouldn't be out of reach if she stumbled and fell.

"Our friends really know how to party," Natsu said with a big grin. He really loved having fun with everyone – it was an unparalleled bonding experience in his eyes.

"Yeah they do," Lucy giggled, resting her head against Natsu's shoulder. "By the way, who won the shot contest before?"

"Cana 'fcourse."

"But she wasn't in the contest," she puzzled, furrowing her eyebrows in an attempt to piece it all together.

"You think she cared 'bout that?"

"Ah, of course not."

They continued walking in silence for a while. The pub they had been to was on the opposite side of Magnolia, though luckily Lucy's place was pretty much right in the middle. They hadn't walked on this side of Strawberry Street in a long time – last time must have been back when Lucy, Natsu and Happy had just formed a team and Natsu and Happy had taken her sightseeing in the city. Most stores and pubs were between Fairy Tail and Lucy's apartment though, so on this side there were mostly residents. Still, the river was as thrilling as always to a drunk Lucy. She managed to slither her way out of his grip four times, attempting to balance the ledge. Natsu, however, absolutely couldn't let her do that. He wasn't sober enough to tend to her like he usually could, so the risks were too high.

"Come on," she whined after being caught again, giving the o an emphasis. "I've never fallen in, you know that!"

"Yeah well that's 'cus I always catch ya'!"

Before Lucy could slip out of his half embrace for the fifth time, Natsu took a firm grip of her hand. Rough in his motion, he brought their hands up in front of her face, making sure she saw him holding on tightly.

"I'm not letting ya' go this time." His eyebrows weighed heavily on his eyelids as he tried to emphasise his annoyance with her. Of course, he wasn't actually annoyed, but if he looked like he was joking, Lucy would just giggle and continue struggling. He'd gone through this before.

Lucy wasn't blind. She saw the smirk in the corner of his mouth, but she decided to follow his lead this time.

"Fiiine." She quickly stuck out her tongue at him before she looked forward again. They had already gotten quite far, they'd be home in just under ten minutes.

It only took a couple of steps before Natsu softened his grip around Lucy's hand. With the new motion range she'd received, she swiftly changed the position, braiding her fingers into his. Another couple of steps and she felt a soft caress against the back of her hand. Natsu's rough, warm thumb, rhythmically moving. His hand was warm, she noticed. Well, of course it would be. It was Natsu after all. She rarely held colder hands, other than Levy's now and then when they were sharing excitement over a new book arriving in their library. Levy's hands however were small and soft, nothing like Natsu's. She was once again made aware of the fact that he wasn't just another girlfriend she hung out with – he was a man. Broad shoulders, big square hands, feet several sizes bigger than hers. Most days she wore heels, but when they were in her apartment, only socks on their feet, she noticed that she had to bend her neck a little bit further back when talking to him. He wasn't the tallest man, but he was over half a head taller than her.

Even with the cool breeze outside she felt her cheeks getting warm. She'd blame it on the booze if he asked her, but she knew very well that she was getting flustered. Natsu was a really cool guy after all, chiselled features and fierce, fiery eyes.

To distract herself she started swinging their hands. It started out mild, but soon enough she noticed Natsu was in on it and the swinging motion rapidly became comically big. Since Natsu didn't hold back on his strength he almost lifted Lucy up in the air on the upswing.

"Eeeek!" Lucy's high pitched shriek left Natsu in a fit of snickers, though he stopped swinging his arm.

Lucy had to find her balance again. Even if she wasn't wearing her highest heels, the ones she wore were thin and extremely wobbly on the cobblestoned path.

"To think that you'd be the one who would try to throw me in the river, out of all people," she teased, leaning her weight on him.

"Thought ya' wanted the lesson," he countered, leaning back. He couldn't help but love Drunk Lucy's cravings to be physically close. She never declined holding his hand or hugging him when she was tipsy, hell, she usually begged for cuddles. Though, to be fair, he hadn't exactly tried to hold her hand very often while sober, either, so she wasn't the one to blame for that.

Just then Lucy saw a familiar brick wall in the distance, dimly lit up by the sparsely placed street lights surrounding the area.

"Hey, we're home!" She started picking up the pace, eager to wash up and surround herself with her warm blankets. Soon they were in front of the building, and Lucy started digging for her keys in her purse. She just managed to get the key into the door before she turned around to say something to Natsu.

As soon as she spun her head around though, she got stopped in her tracks. Whatever she just wanted to say flew straight out of her head. He looked gorgeous. His hair was a bit messy from the long night, and his usual styled bang was hanging down over his forehead. The light from the street lamp behind him, made his hair lit up like a halo around him. And his face, she couldn't recall a time he had looked at her this softly. His lips were curved into a gentle, mild smile, and his eyes were practically sparkling. For a second it looked like he was going to say something, but it seemed like he had stopped himself mid thought. Instead his head tilted the slightest to its left, gaining an observing gaze. He was thinking of something, and she couldn't quite tell what.

Lucy looked like a puppy, Natsu realised. Her eyes resembled gemstones, glimmering between a deep chestnut colour and a lighter amber tone. He could stare at them all night, though, sooner or later she would probably want to go to sleep. For now though she had this questioning look to her. She was smiling, but her eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she was inviting him to ask her anything – tell her anything. He almost felt dizzy looking at her, her hair was giving this golden sheen, her skin looked airbrushed with that pinkish blush on the apples of her cheeks. She was angelic. Before he had noticed, he was hovering slightly over her. Had he gone a centimetre closer their noses would have bumped together.

Suddenly he got this urge. A question he had to ask her, something he'd never let pass his lips if he had taken one less whiskey tonight.

"Can I kiss you?"

The air between them stood still. In fact, they could swear the time stood still as well. Lucy was processing his words, and Natsu was waiting for an answer. A yes, a smile, even half a nod would suffice. And there it was. Lucy had wetted her lips.

She barely had time to take a breath before Natsu crashed his mouth against hers. For some reason she was surprised – she thought the moment had called for a soft, fluttery kiss, but soon her surprise was drowned in awe. After all, this was her very first kiss. She wanted to be in the moment. The initial crash had been the most forceful part. Natsu quickly adapted, moulding his lips against hers with a soft motion to it. One of his hands had been cupping her cheek when he first brought his face to hers, and now his other hand was on her waist, pulling her entire body closer to his.

Lucy, who felt like she was melting under his hot touch, was quick to wrap her arms around his neck in an attempt to hoist herself up, getting tangled up in his scarf. His mouth was burning hot, but just cool enough for her not to want to pull away, and at the edge of his lips she could feel his stubble scratching her. How could they have waited so long to do this?

She hadn't yet gotten the hang of breathing while kissing yet though, so soon she had to pat out. While panting for air, she noticed that Natsu was still bent over, giving light pecks on her cheek, continuing down, kissing a trail along her jaw. As he neared her ear he gave her a nibble, earning a giggle that could easily have been confused with a gasp to someone with an untrained ear. She could feel her entire body tingling, every fluttery graze from Natsu's lips leaving her with goosebumps. Did he know the effect this had on her? That she couldn't help but to get confused about what their relationship was currently. What were they doing?

When Natsu noticed that Lucy had catched her breath, he picked his head up from being buried in her neck. The eyes he earlier had compared to a puppy's glimpse, were now darkened in a seductive gaze. Her rosy, now plump, lips were slightly parted as an aftereffect of her panting, and he suddenly had to know what they tasted. They looked so soft, no – they were evidently soft, so certainly they had to be sweet as well. Her lip gloss, though smudged from him having mushed it around, made her look appetising.

Once again Natsu closed their distance, though this time he left his mouth slightly open. He just wanted to see if those lips really were as sweet as they looked. Lucy, who still was in a daze, having closed her eyes to invite him to further action, suddenly became aware of what he was doing. Natsu's tongue brushed over Lucy's bottom lip. She could feel her heartbeat pick up – she had never felt another person's tongue on her mouth. That didn't mean she didn't like it: if anything she wanted to do the same to him. Lick him, see what sensations he could give her, what she could give him.

On accident, Lucy's tongue met Natsu's. She was about to retreat it back into her mouth when she felt Natsu's tongue enter her mouth completely. The bodily reactions she had to his action was like nothing she had ever felt before – hadn't she known better, she would think she was about to get eaten. Devoured by the lust that had taken over their brains. Natsu tasted like smoke and whiskey, and she wondered if he could feel the aftertaste of the drinks she had had as well. Lucy quickly decided that she couldn't just be on the receiving side. She brought her hands to his head, did a combing motion through his hair that almost stopped Natsu in his tracks, and when he no longer dominated their combined mouthspace, Lucy pushed forward her own tongue. She started exploring his mouth, examining every single part of that grin that she found in all her happiest dreams. This was Natsu, no frowns, no barriers, nothing that kept space between them. They were melting together into one.

Natsu had been caught off guard when Lucy's slender fingers started combing through his hair. A motion he had always connected to being soothed while motion sick, was now edging him on, giving him the extra courage to go all in. As Lucy's tongue searched around in his mouth, feeling the sharp canines with its tip, Natsu started sucking hers in retaliation. Kissing reminded him of sparring, in a way – a balance between fighting for the upper hand and learning to give up when the other clearly was winning.

Their arms had been flailing around for the past five minutes, tugging and pulling at their partner. Lucy was busy holding on to Natsu's shoulders, sometimes trailing down to rest on his chiselled chest, but mostly finding themselves back around Natsu's face – cupping his cheeks, getting her fingers tangled up in his soft hair, drawing small circles on the back of his neck, all things that made Natsu feel like he was going insane. How could her soft touches have such huge impacts? But he absolutely wasn't complaining, he was soaking everything up, wanting to remember every detail. He was totally wrapped around her finger.

Lucy shared his sentiment, as Natsu's hands had been trailing down her waist, sometimes staying there in a massaging motion, sometimes going down further to grip her hips. Then she found him going back up again, cupping her face, bringing her so close that not an atom could pass by. She was obsessed. He was pressing his entire body against her, even putting a leg between hers, resulting in a very embarrassing moan from Lucy.

This entire time that they had been kissing, Lucy hadn't heard a single thing, being so wrapped up in their actions and in her own headspace. When she suddenly let her voice out, it was as if the bubble that had been around them burst. She could only take another few seconds of their smacking and panting, before she had to pull away.

"Oh my god, Natsu," she breathed, taking in the scene of the man in front of her. He, too, was panting, but had the air of being able to continue for eternity. His eyes looked even darker than usual, like they were in this limbo of determination and lust. He seemed to be waiting for her to continue talking. "We're still outside."

She almost smiled when she heard how stupid she sounded. Being outside wasn't the problem – kissing her best friend in a drunk haze was. Natsu seemed like he hadn't even considered the consequences of what they were doing. He just smirked as he answered.

"Then we'll go in." His voice was huskier than it had been earlier this night. Like a switch had flipped and some instincts were speaking, deep from his soul. Those words were all it took for Lucy to swing the port open from behind, falling back into the dim hallway that led up to her apartment's front door. Natsu immediately kissed her again, while simultaneously struggling to get the keys out of the keyhole. When he did manage, however, he didn't hesitate a second to hoist Lucy up so she was straddling his lower stomach. Lucy was quick on the notes, wrapping her legs around him so she wouldn't slide down when he carried them up the stairs.

As soon as they went through the door and threw off their shoes, Lucy jumped down from him. The kiss, that had been deep on their way up – lots of tongue and saliva, was interrupted as she took his hand and headed straight for the bed. Natsu was walking slightly behind, worshipping the sway of her hips and her sculpted back underneath that flowy red dress. He would have kneeled, hadn't he been following her footsteps towards his version of heaven – Lucy's bed, with Lucy in it.

The apartment wasn't big, so it took ten steps to stand in front of the bed. Lucy turned around, and Natsu's breath was once again taken away. He wanted to treasure her like gold, yet at the same time he wanted every piece of her. He wanted the privilege to touch her, feel her, know her. And as Lucy's lips turned upwards into a smile, he knew that she was allowing him. So he brought her face close again, accidentally bumping their foreheads together, like they had done many times before, and then he closed his eyes and gave her the softest peck on her lips he could manage. Their first kiss, outside of the apartment, had been rough and clumsy, experimental even. Now he just revelled in being allowed to feel those soft, warm lips that had been plumped up by his own doing.

And after that first peck, he gave her one again. Then a third time. Then he slowly brought them down on the bed, and then Lucy took the lead again. She figured that they could do a mixed style of kissing – no major tongue events, no extra saliva, but also no pecking. She held her mouth half open, sort of closing off any attempted entrance Natsu might want to do with his tongue, and instead softening her lips and tongue, making the make out style deep, but gentle. Natsu was of course quick on the notes and followed her lead, liking the mood it set between them. No crazy panting, no feelings of rushing, just them, there, kissing.

Now, even if Lucy could have done this all night, she realised something important. More important than the half-way relationship they had created this last half hour. Yes, she realised she was lying in bed with outdoor clothes. The realisation made her still, prompting Natsu to pause the kissing. He was still hovering over her, though their legs had tangled together, and now that he wasn't kissing her he realised Lucy's skirt had ridden up quite high. He swooped her sweaty bangs to the side.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"We have to strip," Lucy said, crawling out of his grip and up, walking to her dresser.

"What?"

"Oh, Natsu, come on. Think! We've been to the pub in these clothes, it's disgusting!" Before Natsu could even register the fact that she first of all hadn't implied what he thought she implied, and then register that he had to change out of his clothes, Lucy had switched her dress to a night gown and taken off her jewellery.

"Right," he mumbled, surprised that Lucy was so composed, despite their situation. He certainly didn't feel composed. "Are my sweatpants in the drawer?"

"Yeah," she said, picking them up and throwing them on the bed. She wanted to brush through her hair before going to sleep – it helped it stay tangle free during the night.

Natsu took off his scarf and unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. He didn't mind undressing in front of Lucy, but after tonight he felt like it was odd. His life had just changed for the better, yet they still had to eat, sleep, brush their teeth, go to the toilet – change clothes. It would be much better if he could just kiss Lucy non-stop, for eternity.

As he changed out of his dress pants and into his sweatpants, Lucy took a glance at him. He looked like a God with his physique, the perfect muscle definition and the tan he had left from the summer – she wanted to feel every crevice. Normally, she would have shaken off the thought and made some tea to cool her head off, but with alcohol in her blood and with the current situation, she allowed herself to be bold. She snuck up behind him, though she knew he could probably hear her footsteps. With a soft touch, she felt the dip where his spine was buried with muscle – starting at his neck and slowly following it down to his lower back, stopping once she felt the curve change from convex to concave.

She had never seen him this turned on. The entire room felt electric, and when she looked up from his back, she saw that he was watching her in his peripherals. It only took him a second to turn around and lock himself to her lips, and this time she was practically thrown onto the bed. He was eating her, lightly pulling at her bottom lip until he once again dove down in her mouth. If the previous kissing had been gentle and kind, this was the heavy stuff. A string of saliva connected their mouths when they pulled apart for a second, like it was telling them to get back in again. And they obeyed.

Natsu's hands were roaming Lucy's body, no longer stopping at the friendly zones. Her nightgown showed so much skin that he would have thought she wore it to seduce him, hadn't he known better. Luckily, that meant easy access to grab a handful of her ass, earning an airy moan from Lucy.

She, too, was busy feeling Natsu up. She consistently held him close to feel as every muscle on his back was working. When she felt company at his groin being rubbed up against her, she once again felt her voice slip out, though this time she stifled it by clawing at his back. That only seemed to edge him on more though, since the accidental rubbing started feeling more intentional.

Natsu started kissing Lucy's neck again, though this time he didn't leave dry, fluttery kisses, but rather a wet trail of saliva as his tongue travelled down towards her collar bones. Lucy felt like she was floating – he was warm, made her sweaty, yet he gave her goosebumps like he was paid for each shiver, searching everywhere on her body to earn a new one. As he settled on a spot right below her collarbone, just where the flesh of her breast started, she felt a sucking sensation. He was grabbing the skin in the area with his teeth, and Lucy wasn't sure if it was painful or the best feeling ever – perhaps a mix of both.

"God, Natsu," she breathed, feeling her voice waver as one of his hands held her waist tight.

Natsu, who must have decided that his hickey was finished, hoisted himself up. Lucy suspected he was having a hard time holding himself back, the sheen on his temples and his puzzled eyes giving it away. Without a word they seemed to have agreed to take a breather, Natsu leaning himself against the window while trying to compose himself, Lucy throwing her legs over the edge of the bed to gather her thoughts as well.

Though the silence was loud now that the room wasn't filled with their smacking and panting, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was ambiguous worst case, which Lucy didn't associate with bad.

"Look, I…" Lucy started, turning her head to face Natsu's. "I don't have any condoms."

Her face immediately turned red once she said it, and she regretted having turned to look at Natsu's reaction. His eyes widened and his mouth fell agape – had her implication been that horrible?

"Now that'cha mention it, me neither."

He laughed. Slowly at first, but when Lucy joined in they fell into giggles. It wasn't the end of the world, so there were no hard feelings. Though Natsu had a hard feeling that he had to deal with… He'd have to do it quietly in the bathroom before they went to bed.

Lucy turned around properly to look at Natsu again.

"I think we should… talk. About this." She looked serious again, but not in a stern or menacing way. "It's not that I don't want to do it. I do." Her face was blushing, but she continued speaking. "I just don't think it's a terrible idea to wait. At least until we're sober?"

Natsu nodded. Of course he could wait, he wasn't exactly fond of the idea of going all the way when they were this drunk and naive. He wanted her to feel into it, for her to be able to call their first night special.

"Yeah, let's do that. Should we go brush our teeth?"

Lucy let out a tired giggle.

"Yeah, I need some water as well."

As soon as they went back to bed, they realised that they didn't want to stop kissing just yet. After all, once you got the hang of it, it turned out to be easy to replicate.

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tetrix-anime · 9 months ago

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Fairy Tail: 100-nen Quest (Fairy Tail: 100 Years Quest) scans

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #animedia magazine #anime scans #official art

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raijin-tribe · 1 year ago

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He Couldn’t Vote in the End

Source: Zeref's Awakening PSP Game Booklet [p. 97] Translated Using: DeepL Translator (Disclaimer) FAT48 (Fairy Tail 48) This is part of a series of 4-Panel comics drawn by Kina Kobayashi for a booklet that came with the PSP game, Fairy Tail: Zeref's Awakening. I scanned and translated these panels from my own copy of the booklet. You can find an alternative translation over on thefairystales' tumblr, along with the rest of the FAT48 comics.

#fttranslations #freed justine #bickslow #fairy tail evergreen #laxus dreyar #raijinshuu #it's so cute laxus couldn't pick one over the others!#and look at bickslow's baby wearing a little tie!#gah!! this is adorable #i love it #raijin-tribe

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impala-dreamer · 1 year ago

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Wonderstruck

A Magical Short Story

~ Attending a wedding alone is rarely fun. Add to it a bunch of people you don't know all hidden behind masks, things can get a little shaky. But sometimes, if you're lucky, magic can happen...~

Henry Cavill x F!Reader

3,160 Words

Warnings: Nothing but romance and magic and fluff and mystery!

A/N: Yes, it's me. No, I have not been kidnapped. This was written in part for my personal goal of branching out a bit, but moreover as a Valentine's gift for @mariekoukie6661 and @kittenofdoomage <3

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Her dress was sleek and as dark as midnight; her heels were high and deadly. Her lips dripped with crimson; a silver mask hid beautifully sad and strikingly painted eyes.

She kept to the edges of the ballroom, ducking behind round tables clad in expensive linens and gold inlaid china, skirting billowing gowns as they spun on the dancefloor. She slipped in and out of the shadows with a slowly emptying champagne glass pinched delicately between two fingers.

Despite her annoyance in being there, she could not deny the beauty of the night. The massive room was decorated in glamorous gold and pearl accents. Heavy velvet curtains hung over the windows on each wall, letting in a glimpse of the moonlit garden outside. The floors were marble that had been polished to perfection, and a warm candlelight glow illuminated the room.

It felt as if she’d stepped into a fairy tale.

A fairy tale about a sad girl watching the party from afar, alone but for the bubbles in her glass.

Which, sadly, were now gone.

Y/N sighed heavily and looked across the dancefloor at the long bar that stretched across the back wall of the ballroom. A hundred guests in suits and gowns, feathers and masks, twirled in front of her, blocking the path. Silently, she weighed the pain of entering the waltzing throng over going another moment without a healthy buzz in her head. She took a breath. She took a step.

Her heels clicked rhythmically as she laid her course for the bar. She kept her eyes on the goal, carefully maneuvering through the dancing couples, wondering if they’d all been to some class she hadn’t been invited to. All their steps seemed identical; all the women spun with the same flourish. She shook her head. Life should never be so choreographed.

After nearly tripping over a dragging tail of taffeta, Y/N finally made it to the bar and braced herself on the top. As she caught her breath, a deep but soft laugh hit her ear.

She turned toward the sound and spied a large man leaning on the bar a few feet away. He turned as she did, leaning one elbow on the bartop and kicking a long leg over the other. His tuxedo was immaculate and perfectly tailored; his shoes shined like the stones below. He wore a mask of black with silver adornment, and two crisp blue eyes scanned her form from beneath. She could feel them sneak down her body, lingering a bit in the deep curve of her waist and at the globe of her ass.

She cleared her throat, drawing his eyes up to hers.

“Something funny, Slick?” she asked, lips pursed in clear annoyance.

The man grinned. His lips were full and pink beneath a thin scruff of a beard.

“I liked your dance,” he said in reply.

She was startled by his accent - elegant and somehow too perfectly English, as if he were pretending to be from across the Atlantic. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure him out.

It was nearly impossible. The masks were a problem.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She didn’t know why, but she felt that he needed to work a little harder to get her attention. Maybe she was bored, maybe the shock of his voice had her aflutter. Whatever it was, she turned up the sass.

“Yeah, well, I was a ballerina in a past life.”

Again, he laughed. A little louder, a little more enticing.

“I can see that. Prima ballerinas often trip over themselves and end up slamming into tables.”

She bit back a laugh and turned back to meet his gaze. “We take a special class for that.”

The man cocked his head towards her champagne flute. “And with an empty glass, no less.”

“What can I say, I’m very good at my job.”

Slowly, he pushed himself up from the bar and took a step closer. “May I buy you another?”

Her eyes slid up from his shoes to the loose, curly mop of black hair atop his head. He was tall and broad, and looked as solid as a statue. Her pulse quickened.

“I’m pretty sure it’s free,” she teased.

He stopped a foot from her side. “Still…” With a quick snap of his fingers, he called for the bartender and ordered them both another round.

“A dirty martini, Mr. Bond?” She smiled at his order.

“Shaken, not stirred,” he replied, lifting his glass.

His smile was as intoxicating as the golden liquid in her glass and butterflies swirled in her stomach.

Each took a sip, swallowing slowly with their eyes locked. The blue crashed over her and Y/N lost herself in the sparkle of his smiling gaze.

Worried that she was staring too hard, she tore herself away and let out a hard breath.

“So… how do you know the bride?” she asked, trying to pry his identity free.

He licked a drop of vodka from his lip. “I don’t.”

She laughed gently. “Wedding crasher, huh?” She leaned closer, dropped her voice to a whisper. “Don’t worry, I won’t turn you in.”

He moved in even closer. A warm scent pulsed off of him, flooding her senses with leather and vanilla and something she couldn’t place. Something spicy that made her mouth water so much she forgot that she was supposed to be playing hard to get.

“That’s kind of you,” he whispered. “I don’t think Charlie will press charges though.”

She smiled. “Ah, you’re on the groom’s side.”

“And you?”

His eyes fell to her lips and Y/N’s cheeks burned.

“I, uh… I work with Chloe, the- the bride.”

He nodded and took a sip of his drink. “Charlie and Chloe,” he said with a light laugh. “So many Cs.”

He was too cool, too confident yet sweet. She almost hated him.

“Who are you?” she asked, confused and irked. She had not come to the wedding to meet anyone, let alone a gorgeous, blue-eyed Brit, who may or may not actually be British.

Another slow sip guided her eyes back to his lips and she wondered if he tasted as good as he smelled.

“Henry,” he said softly.

She laughed. “Of course you are.”

“Why’s that funny?”

“Because of course your name is Henry. With your perfect accent and your sexy tuxedo…”

He stood up, suddenly towering over her, and tipped his head, eyes swiping over her again.

“And what about you? You’ve got to be called Celeste or Audrey or something classic and elegant.”

Y/N drained the rest of the champagne at the bottom of her glass and stood to face him properly. “Well, Prince Charming, why don’t you just call me Cinderella.”

Henry reached for her hand and she gave it jokingly.

His kiss was no joke, landing softly on her skin and making the rest of her shiver. She held her breath and nearly fainted when he looked up.

“Pleased to meet you, Cinderella.”

Her head swam a bit and she wondered if that was what swooning was.

“Charmed,” she said with a dreamy smile.

He held her gaze, swept a warm thumb over her knuckles. His touch was like fire and she wanted to run. Away from him or into his arms - she couldn’t decide. All she knew was that there was magic in the air and she could not seem to tear herself away from the mystery of his face. His eyes were tragically beautiful, as if she was lost at sea on a broken raft, thirsting and alone, but she had the comfort of the blue waves to keep her safe. She thought herself insane. He was just a man in a mask at a fancy wedding. Just a tall, impossibly fit, perfectly dressed man at a masquerade ball. A deliciously gorgeous man who smelled like drinking in front of a roaring fire in a cozy library filled with old books in some ancient castle in Scotland. A man who was still holding her hand and her gaze, stealing too many moments and breaths from her day.

Y/N shook herself and pulled her hand from his.

“I should… go…” She turned toward the room. She had to get away, had to free herself from the captivating stranger and return to ignoring her coworkers and the bride’s overly friendly family. “It was nice to meet you, Henry.”

His frown nearly cracked the earth beneath her feet.

“Don’t leave just yet,” he pleaded. “I… Well, I don’t really know anyone here and you’re…”

She looked back over her shoulder as he hesitated. “Yes?”

He blushed and sought comfort in his shoes. Such a beautiful sight: a strong, confident man instantly melting into shyness.

Blue eyes looked up. “Beautiful and enchanting and… I was hoping that we could dance.”

She nearly fell over, knocked out by his voice and charm. A quick breath steeled her nerves. “Sadly, I cannot.”

He stood up fully but somehow still seemed small. “Dance with me?”

“Dance at all,” she corrected.

He laughed. “Well, how about another drink and some conversation?”

With a sigh, Y/N looked back at the crowd, into the sea of indistinguishable masks and unfamiliar forms. Giving in, she nodded politely and spun around to the bar.

They ordered another round and took up residence at the end of the counter, half hidden in shadow, invisible to the other party-goers. Music soared above their heads but they could barely hear it, so engrossed in each other’s stories.

They spoke of simple things- movies they’d loved as children and that well-worn paperbacks were still tucked into their bookcases. She asked him about home and he talked about the London traffic and how he preferred to stay around the house on rainy days playing games on his PC. He poked her about work and she glossed over her job, insisting that they keep the conversation light and free from day-to-day struggles. They drank and laughed and fell even deeper into each other’s gaze.

It was strange to have a conversation with a stranger in a mask. She knew that he was handsome- his eyes were brilliant, his lips perfectly plump. His jaw was tight and his neck was thick. He was big and sturdy, yet gentle and bashful. Though most of his face was hidden, she knew he was perfect.

Perhaps a little too perfect.

But as the alcohol flowed and the night wore on, Y/N couldn’t find a reason anymore to run. The night had cast a spell around them and there was no escape. There was magic in the gilded accents around the room, in the symphony of violins that danced above their heads, in their true smiles and tentative touches.

Even if he wasn’t perfect, she thought, the moment was.

And the moment was suddenly broken.

A firm hand on her wrist dragged Y/N from her place at the bar and onto the dancefloor. The bride would not be ignored and refused to take no for an answer. Pained by the intrusion and the demand, Y/N reluctantly took Chloe’s hands and twirled her around. The skirt of the massive wedding dress billowed like a cloud around Chloe’s small frame and Y/N laughed as she was nearly caught up in the fabric.

Heart racing and smile wide, she turned back to Henry but was shocked to find his place empty. Their glasses sat abandoned on the bar and Prince Charming was nowhere to be found. She felt a tug in her chest and a dampness behind her eyes.

Before she could shrug it off as just a random encounter and push his blue eyes from her mind, a tap on the shoulder made her gasp.

She spun on the spot and found him there with a sweet smile and open arms.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, dipping into half a bow.

Excitement rushed through her and Y/N bit her lip. “I told you, I’m not a good dancer.”

Unwilling to let her back away, Henry scooped her up and held her close, one hand capturing hers and the other pressing gently into the small of her back. He leaned in and teased his lips at her ear.

“Then let me lead…”

His fingers pulsed against her back, guiding her to move against him. They turned a few times until she was dizzy in his arms, laughing as he whispered into her ear:

“Left… right… back… you’ve got it…”

His breath on her skin was like a gust of summer air, warm and delicious, flooding her body with calm.

“See? You’re not too bad at this.”

Y/N looked up into his eyes and felt the world fade away. They rose up together off of the dancefloor, floating gently above the other guests, impossibly alone in the crowd. She knew she was drunk, knew she’d pay for it in the morning, but she didn’t really care. She didn’t care that her friends were watching, probably whispering about the mysterious man she was dancing with. She didn’t care that she’d twice stepped on his toes or that there was no way she could hide the fact that being so close to him wasn’t turning her into a melted, lustful shell of what she usually was.

The music crescendoed and Y/N held her breath. Henry dipped his chin, blue eyes locked on her hers. The world slowed down, the seconds stretched on forever. She closed her eyes, savored his exhale against her lips. His hand slid gently up her back, fingers wove through her hair. She felt her legs grow weak, her stomach tensed, her heart skipped. He took a breath.

The band stopped short and Y/N startled as the crowd shited. The moment was gone, ripped away once more by the party swelling around them.

A rush of silk; the click of hundreds of heels. Cheers rose throughout the room as a giant cake was rolled out onto the dancefloor. It towered up to the ceiling with beautiful rows of white creme roses and pearls strategically placed to make the fondant glow in the warm light trickling down from the chandelier above.

As the guests closed in, Y/N was pulled out of Henry’s arms and her heart ached as he once again was out of her sight.

Black suits swarmed around her, heavy gowns brushed against her legs. Voices rang loud. Bodies closed in on all sides.

Breathless, she spun, searching for an exit, for a way to push through the throng.

A hand appeared and reached for her. She clasped his fingers and Henry raced toward the big doors to their left, pulling her free of the mob.

They tumbled out into the cool air and found relief as the doors closed behind them, blocking the music and the excitement, leaving them alone in the night.

The garden was dark but magically aglow with warm, golden light. Fairy lights twinkled around them, strung from bushes and topiaries, highlighting a stone path. Beyond, a labyrinth of tall evergreen waited for curious souls to venture inside, daring the branches to keep them from reaching the end.

Wonderstruck by the evening- the dramatic escape, the music, the champagne and Henry’s crystalline eyes- she stumbled. One single step turned her ankle and the deadly heels she never wore took her down.

Her gasp tore through the garden, but Henry was there to catch her fall. She swung in his strong arms and her fear turned to laughter.

“This is just absurd!” she said, steadying herself with a palm over his chest.

Henry was calm and stable, easily holding her upright. “What’s that?”

“I mean… You literally just swept me off of my feet.” She shook her head and with a blushing smile, pushed away. “This is getting silly.”

Away from his grasp, she teetered again and Henry took her hand before disaster could strike.

“Why don’t you sit down for a moment,” he suggested, nodding towards a stone bench not far away. “Those shoes are dangerous.”

“You have no idea.”

She let him help her to the bench and watched in awe as he fell to one knee. Like an actual Prince Charming, he took Cinderella’s ankle in his hands and gently ran his fingers over the thin strap holding the shoe in place.

“You’re not swollen,” he reported. “That’s good.”

When he looked up, concern fading from his eyes, she gave up trying to suppress the enchantment of the night and took a deep breath.

Hands cupped around his face, she leaned in and finally met his lips.

Startled but delighted, Henry pushed up to meet her, taking her once more in his strong arms and kissing her properly.

Tiny lights flickered in the breeze, soft music seeped out into the garden, and Prince Charming and Cinderella found each other in the dark. Lips hungry and hands wild; heat mixing between them like a budding fire.

When the clock struck twelve, it chimed loudly and they broke apart, laughing.

“Seems about right,” she joked, looking towards the wedding. “Party ends at midnight.”

Henry dragged a thick finger over her collarbone. “Does that mean you’ll turn into a pumpkin and disappear?”

She laughed softly. “I don’t know when the last time you read Cinderella was, but… no.”

He licked her taste from his lip. “So you don’t need to go then?”

Her smile fell. “I do…”

“You could stay…” He dipped his chin and looked up through the mask, blue eyes dark in the light. “We could… find a spot-”

Y/N shook her head and reached for his hand. “I can’t, I’m sorry. I have to be back in the city tomorrow for work.” She lifted his fingers to her lips and left him with a final kiss.

Henry sighed. “Pity.”

She nodded and gathered her strength to stand and do what she should have done hours ago- run. Except this time, she was certain she meant it to be into his arms. Only this time, she couldn’t.

“I’m sorry…”

Quickly, she turned, carefully stepping back onto the stone path and away from the mystery man with his intoxicating voice and perfectly engrossing kiss.

He stood and called to her, desperate for one more look at his Cinderella.

“Wait-”

She paused, hand on the big glass door, heart in her throat. “Yes?”

“Don’t I even get to know your real name?”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “It’s Y/N.”

Henry bowed his head in thanks and when he came up, the mask came off, slowly revealing a face she’d only imagined in her dreams.

He blushed at her shocked stare and laughed gently.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

She sighed, blissful and lost in a dream that she prayed would last the rest of her life.

“You too…”

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The Crocodile’s Ice Queen~

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

🃜 pairing : Crocodile × AFAB! GN! Dragon Slayer! Reader

🃜 fandom: one piece × reader, Fairy Tail x reader

🃜 Summary: Reader is a member of Broque Works that was close with Crocodile before he was imprisoned. And after Crocodile’s imprisonment they also get captured along with Ace. (*Very little use of Y/n. ‘N/N - NickName’ Reader is gender neutral but is AFAB. Also reader has Dragon Slayer magic (yes like Fairy Tail) I wanted the reader to have a badass power that didn’t come from a devil fruit)

🃜 Word Count:4.9k

🃜 Warnings:cursing, marineford spoilers, fighting, SMUT (Minors Do Not Interact). Explicit Sexual Content. Oral (Female Receiving), PIV, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Praise Kink, Biting, Possessiveness

🃜 Requests: Open

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

The chains clink together through the empty halls. Four people made their way through the halls. Two being marines and the other two being well known pirates. The silence is broke by one of the pirates.

“I’m sorry you got sucked into this.” It was a soft murmur but they still heard it.

“ ‘S not your fault I wanted to help.” They responded with a dull look in their eyes. The spark that was once there left when Crocodile was imprisoned.

*Flashback*

You hummed as you carefully watched as Miss Wednesday or should you say princess Vivi stood on a pirate ship. "Hm~? So this is her true nature~?" You hummed as your exceed carried you. You weren't at all impressed.

"Tch. She lied to Mr. Zero." You growled eyes narrowing.Just then you heard your Den Den Mushi start to go off..

"What I'm in a bad mood!" You yelled answering it. "A-ah sorry Miss

Winter! It's just that Mr. Zero wants to know what you've been up to!" You heard someone stutter. You just sighed in annoyance.

"Tell Mr. Zero I'll be back shortly and that I have big news to tell him." You mumbled before hanging up. "Such a pain." You grumbled. You popped your knuckles as you look down at the deck.

"To be fair I'd rather be back at Broque Works eating candy." You sighed.

"Onyx stay put ok? I'lI whistle when I need you. On the count of three drop me" You mumbled to your exceed as you slide on your mask. It was beautiful white mask that covered half of your face, it was decorated with white feathers held with snowflakes on the side of your temples. On the top of the mask it had the top half of a snowflake with a diamond in the midde. And dangling from the sides of the mask it had chains dangling with icicles at the end.

“Got it N/N.” You count to three and Onyx let’s you go. You land on the deck with a small thump.

"Ah~ what a safe landing~!" You cheered happily your mask covering your face.

"Hey! Who are you?!" Someone yelled. You didn't say anything as you scanned around before your eyes landed on ViVi. "Well~ well~ isn't this just a treat~? Didn't think I'd see you here Miss Wednesday-" You sang.

This caused ViVi's eyes to go wide in horror. You smirked as you watched her body shake. "N-no." She stuttered. "ViVi what's wrong? Do you know her?!" A girl with orange hair asked. "S-she's a member of Broque Works." She whispered taking a step back.

"They call her Miss Winter! She's supposed to be even closer with Crocodile! More than Miss All-Sunday!" She cried. Everyone just turned to you all with glares on their faces.

You just smiled at this tilting your head slightly. "I must say Miss Wednesday I'm very disappointed in you. You went and lied to Mr.Zero and that just makes me angry." You said eyes narrowing. ViVi flinched taking a step back again shaking even more than before.

"Don't let her attack touch you!" She yelled.

You just smiled as you raised your hand out pointing a finger at the boy known as Straw Hat Luffy. "Ice Shell." You mumbled. With that a flash of light went zooming from you towards the boy. "LUFFY LOOK OUT!" ViVi screamed.

You watched with a blank expression as someone tossed something in front of Luffy.

It ended up turning into a huge piece of ice that shattered when it the deck.

"Awe. How boring." Everyone looked at you getting ready to attack. Meanwhile Luffy just seemed to be in awe.

"WOW! IT TURNED TO ICE!" He said picking up the a small piece of ice and began examining it. Soon your Den Den Mushi went off again. "what?" You asked annoyed. "Miss Winter." Your eyes went wide at the familiar voice ViVi tensing up.

"Oh~ hello boss~!" You sang happily. "Where have you been? You've been missing for five days." He spoke sounding angry. "Five days?" The orange haired girl asked. "That means.." She trailed off Vivi nodding her head. "Yeah.

Miss Winter has been following us for the past five days." She said.

"Mm~ I got bored~ so I followed Miss All-Sunday only to discover that Miss Wednesday is traveling with another group of pirates!

Isn't that a treat?!" You asked happily.

"I don't care. Just hurry up and get back here already. You can dispose of them as well." He grumbled before hanging up.

You just sighed. "He sure is a meanie~" You mumbled. Just then you dodged an attack from a sword. "Hey now..." You said eyes narrowing. "That's not very nice." You said quickly kicking the swordsman away from you. You went and pointed your finger at him again.

"Ice Shell ." You mumbled. Again the same thing happened only this time the man blocked it with his sword. Of course this meant his sword was now covered in ice. "HEY! YOU BI-!"

Before he could finish you were right in front of him the chains on your mask moving around your face.

"Ya know you're kinda cute. I'm sure you'd be a tasty popsicle ~" You teased giggling slightly.

You just watched as the man blushed slightly.

You went and pressed your finger against his forehead. "Now..." You said getting ready to attack once more. Only to feel a sharp pain in your side.

Your eyes went wide as you looked down only to see a small dagger piercing through your side. "You..." You whispered glaring back at ViVi. "I won't let you hurt anyone else!" She yelled. You just glared at her.

"BLIZZARD!"

Soon huge flurries of snow surrounded the ship and each crew member. You growled grabbing the dagger and yanking it out.

"Now I'm not in a happy mood." You said jumping up onto the side of the ship.

"I’ll kill you all later." You spat whistling.

With that Onyx came flying down picking you up. "Oh and also..." You said going to snap your fingers. ViVi's eyes went wide.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" She yelled.

"Freeze." You mumbled watching as the as the blizzard started to freeze the ship.

You looked down to the front of your outfit seeing the blood and you hold your side. "Mr. Zero isn't going to be happy about this." You mumbled sighing.

You hummed to yourself as you skipped down the halls you cape flowing behind you and Onyx floatinf by your side.

"M-Miss Winter you're hurt!" You heard someone cry. You looked over and saw Mr.

Three staring at you with a worried look.

"Hm~? Oh this is nothing don't worry about it!" You cheered skipping off.

You went and knocked on Mr. Zero's door waiting for him to let you in. "Come in." He mumbled. You opened the door happily after telling Onyx to go rest in your room. "I'm back~!" You cheered causing him to look up.

"So you've finally decided to show up Miss Winter." He grumbled leaning back in his chair.

You just smiled as you walked towards him.

"Awe~ did you miss me?" You teased standing in front of his desk. He just sighed closing his eyes. "Come here." He mumbled motioning for you to come closer. You went around his desk and hummed tilting your head. Before you knew it he had pulling you onto his lap.

This caused you to smirk slightly. "You must've missed me if you're doing this

Crocodile~" Crocodile just hummed looking down at you.

"You know I hate it when you leave my sight Snowflake." He mumbled.

You just hummed leaning against him. "I missed this scent." You whispered.

"Looks like you're injured." He mumbled causing you to stiffen slightly.

"It's nothing." You said not wanting him to think you're weak or make it so you don't leave his side ever.

"Tell me.. who did this." He demanded as he gently stroked the wound with his one hand causing you to shiver slightly. "M-Miss

Wednesday." You stuttered out. Crocodile just hummed as he went and looked you in the eye. You watched as he removed his cigar tossing it somewhere.

"Snowflake." He said gently grabbing your chin.

You blushed heavily at this your eyes closing slightly. "Yes?" You asked quietly.

"Remember you're the only one who can see me like this." He mumbled before pressing your lips together.

*Flashback ends*

You are lead up to the platform with Ace and pushed onto your knees. On one side of you is Sengoku and on the other side is Garp.

‘If only I could eat some ice I would be able to break out of these’ As you’re in your thoughts you miss the arrival of the Whitebeard pirates. You look out from the platform and seeing pirates clashing with Marines.

“Well Ace seems like your Pops did come for you.” You say with a small smile on your face.

“SOMETHING’S FALLING OUT OF THE SKY.” A marine yells and you look up along with Ace.

“Is it a sneak attack from the Whitebeard pirates.”

As the object closer you can pick up the sounds of screaming.

“I should’ve never listened to you Strawhat.” You hear a voice yell and a small smile makes it way onto your face. Knowing who that voice belongs too.

‘Oh Buggy you haven’t changed one bit.’

You hold in a laugh as you see the shell shocked look on Garp’s face.

“ACE!!!! Y/N!!!!” You and Ace both look out across the battlefield and see Luffy standing at the front of the ship that just landed.

“ACEEE!!!! I finally found you.”

“Hey is that Crocodile.” You hear a marine say and you look up.

“Thats not who I meant. Who’s that huge faced guy!?”

“GARP YOUR FAMILY’S MESSING THINGS UP AGAIN.”

“LUFFY NOOOOO!!” Garp yells as he grips the sides of his head.

“ACE!!! Y/N!!!! WE’RE ALL HERE TO SAVE YOU.”

The tears you’ve been holding in finally make there way down your face at the sight of Crocodile. You and Ace can only watch from the platform as the battle gets more intense.

“KEEP AWAY LUFFY!!!” Ace yells

“GO BACK LUFFY! WHY DID YOU COME.”

“Oh Ace.” You mutter.

“I’M YOUR BROTHER!!! “ Luffy yells. You turn your head and see Sengoku holding a transponder snail.

“It’s only one rookie. Don’t let him dictate the entire war this way.But his actual bloodline makes him the son of the revolutionary Dragon. And not only that the Ice Queen Y/n is the only know daughter of the Dark King Silvers Rayleigh. The right hand man of Gol D.

Roger.”

“THAT BASTARD IS NOT MY FATHER. I WASN’T RAISED OR KEPT BY HIM.” You snarl from your chained spot. Sengoku ignored you and just turns to the guards on the sides of you and Ace.

“Get ready men.”

“Sir.” Four blades are moved into the air. Two above you and two above Ace.

“Well cousin I guess this it.” You mutter to Ace.

“I guess it is huh.” The blades are brought back and you close your eyes.

‘Sorry Crocodile this is goodbye.’

“Now do it.” And with that command the blades and brought down. Everyone stares in horror as the blades go down, but one person is moving through the crowd towards the platform. Before the blades make contact the guards are knocked away. You open your eyes and look at Ace who is looking around in shock. Sengoku turns back to the battlefield looking to see who took our his guards.

“Who did this!?” In the center of hundreds of marine soldiers stands Crocodile. His jacket flowing behind him in the wind as the soldiers raise their weapons towards him.

“You bastard! I thought it was to our advantage to have you since you hold a grudge against Whitebeard.Crocodile!”

“I can kill that old, dying buzzard later.But before that I don’t want to let you taste victory. Especially when you have my little Snowflake in chains.” And with that the battle continues as Luffy still fights towards Ace. You soot. Crocodile fighting through the marines to get to your side of the platform.

“N/N!!!” You hear a small voice yell and look towards the sky and you see a small black and white ball flying towards you.

“ONYX!!” In Onyx’s little paws is a big clump of ice. And you know what he is planning to do so you tilt your head up and open your mouth. He swoops low and drops the ice into your mouth.

You quickly chomp on the ice and feel your magic return to you.

“ICE DRAGON TALON.” You yell as you slice through the chains holding you and Ace. Once you are both free you jump into the battle.

“ICE DRAGON ROAR.” Marines scramble to avoid your attack but most if them get swept up and end up unconscious. A pair of marines try to attack you from the back but are stopped by a whirlwind of sand. You don’t flinch when you feel an arm around your waist and cold metal against your hip.

“I suggest you keep your hands away from my Snowflake.”

A smile makes it way onto your face as you bury your face into his chest.

“We need to get out of here Snowflake.” You nod and pull away from his chest. Letting out a low whistle you wait for Onyx. The small cat flies down to you.

“Yes N/N.”

“I need you to grab Ace and get him away from the ground. I think its time we blow this popsicle stand.” Onyx nods and takes off towards where Ace is and he grabs him pulling him away from the ground.

Crocodile stands behind you as you hold out both of your hands as they start to become blue.

“Ice Dragon: Blizzard.” The wind begins to pick up as snow begins to fall throughout the battle field. The snow begins to pick up as everyone’s visibility begins to get worst.

“EVERYONE LEAVE HURRY.. BACK TO THE SHIPS.” You hear voices call out as you hold the blizzard for a few more minutes giving everyone time to get away. Once you start to sway you drop your hands as Onyx flies back to you. You hold your arms out and he flies into them as you lean against Crocodile.

“Come on Snowflake let’s get out of here. He scoops you up into his arms as you hold onto Onyx.And you both disappear in a flurry of snow and sand.

*Small Time Skip*

You let out a small groan as you flop on to the bed in the room you rented.

“I missed laying on a bed.” You mumble as your wet hair fans out around you. The first thing you did once you got away was take a shower. A small chuckle brings you out of your thoughts and you look up to see Crocodile standing at the foot of the bed with a towel around his waist. Your mouth goes dry as you rake your eyes over his body.

“Having fun there Snowflake.” All you can manage is a nod of your head as the words you wanted to say died in your throat. He smirks and climbs onto the bed with you reaching for the towel you have wrapped around your body. With a single tug he yanks the towel off of your body and his eyes travel over your body. Your face turns red as you notice the look of hunger in his eyes. And before you can even move he is on you. His hand instantly found its way to grope and tease your breasts pinching and rubbing your nipples as he used his hook to stay balanced above you. It wasn’t long before he sucked one into his mouth and you let out a soft content sigh. Your brain went foggy with lust. When you were thoroughly distracted he released your breasts from his skillful mouth and you whined in protest. He hushes you and moves his way up to your neck using his hand to tilt your head up. His lips reached the base of your neck and just as he did he sunk his teeth into your skin. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you yelped. He was quick to suck a mark into the skin before soothing it with his tongue. Another bite against your neck just under your jaw had you locking your legs around him.

His hand leaves your chin and trails down your body lightly caressing as it continues to move downward. His hand slid between your legs cupping your sex sliding one of his fingers between your folds and you moaned.

“So wet for me Snowflake.” He murmured, he wasted no time obviously wanting to fuck you as he plunged two fingers into your greedy entrance. It had you gasping at the sudden intrusion as he slowly pumped in and out of you. He smirks as he moves down your body leaving a trail of hickeys as he moves closer to your core. He slowly sucked and nipped at your inner thighs.

Your body felt hot arousal clear on Crocodile’s fingers as he inserted another.

He curled his fingers up abusing that soft spot inside you. You moaned, crying out his name spurring him on. “That’s it, pretty girl, you sound so beautiful for me.” He ran his tongue along the new mark on your thigh.

He watched you intently before lowering his mouth to your cunt licking a firm stripe across your clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Crocodile!” You gasped and his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. His fingers sped up curling and rubbing relentlessly into your cunt.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers that knot building threatening to unravel so quickly. “Crocodile , oh god Crocodile I’m going to cum!” You moaned, whining helplessly as Ace coaxed you over that blissful edge.

You came hard on Crocodile’s fingers you swore you could see stars.

Crocodile lifted his head with a smirk on his face, “Good girl, creaming like that on my fingers. Making such a mess.”

Crocodile withdrew his fingers, earning another whine. He ran his tongue along them, licking every drop of your arousal off of them as he kept eye contact with you. You were desperately trying to catch your breath. He pulled the towel from around his waist as he kissed his way back up your body.

“Those few months without you were torturous my Snowflake. Didn’t know if you were safe or not.” He murmurs as he kisses up the side of your neck. You don’t flinch when you feel the tip of his hook slide up and down your side.

“Didn’t know if someone would try to take what is mine.” Another bite to your shoulder has you gripping onto his shoulder as the tip of his hook moves up the side of your breast.

“No one else. Only you.” A smirk works it way onto his face as his hand wraps around your throat as he moved his face to hover above yours.

“Yes that’s right only mine. My Snowflake. My Queen.” Before you can say anything else his lips are on yours as he shifts his hips between yours. You let out a moan that is muffled by his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock against you. He slid it back and forth between your folds. The slick from your earlier arousal coated his thick throbbing member. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth as he continues to tease your entrance. He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at your flushed face as he continues to grind his hips against yours.

“Come on my pretty Snowflake tell me what you need.” He smirks and pins your hips down with his hand as he stops grinding his hips, causing you to let out a whine.

“Please…”

“Come on Snowflake use your words. Tell what you want.” He carefully drags the tip of his hook over your breast. You let out another whine and try to push your hips up.

“Use your words beautiful,”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please what? Whiny little thing,” he teased patronizingly.

“Please I need you to touch me,”

“I am touching you darling, more specifically,” he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth as his hook caresses the side of your breast. His teeth scrapped your nipple, biting softly and sending a shock wave of pleasure through you. “With your cock! I need your cock!” You whimpered, clutching his shoulders to ground yourself.

He straightened and smirked as he looked down at you.

“Is that all you need, what else you can’t have it if you can’t ask for it darling.”

You bit back a frustrated moan, your cheeks turning pink as you looked at him.

“I want you to put your cock inside me,” his eyebrows rose challenging you for more detail and you covered your face as you spoke, “Please put your cock in my pussy, Crocodile please I need you to fuck me,”

“Shy little thing,” he murmured and pressed the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your breath hitched as he inches inside teasing you with just the tip. At this rate, you were sure you would burn up from all the teasing. You wiggled your hips and he held you fast wanting to control the thrust and angle.

“Crocodile!” You shuddered, unable to hold back anymore.

“You want it Snowflake?” He asked.

“Yes yes, please! Please I need it I can’t take it any…” Before you could finish your begging he filled you in one swift stroke of pain and pleasure.

Your eyes rolled, mouth open in a silent cry at the sudden stretch of your core. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly as if refusing to be denied any longer. It was like all the air had been pushed from you in one quick motion.

“Breathe, you took it so well just breathe,” he murmured, his eyes searching your face for any sign of it being too much, watching you lose yourself in him. When you were finally able to come back down to earth and take a shaky breath he smiled and kissed you softly.

“Atta girl,” he murmured before leaning back and lifting your hips up with his hand urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You follow the wordless command as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Taking me so well, good job darling,” he crooned his praises sending another wave of heat through you.

“So full,” you sighed a cock drunk smile on your lips as you closed your eyes letting him fuck you slowly. “Yeah, you like being filled by my cock?” You nodded dumbly. He smirks and his hand inches it way back up to your neck as he steadys himself with his hook on the bed.

“Might want to hold on Snowflake because your in for a ride.” He says with a smirk and before you can question him your letting out a string of moans. You moaned as he thrust inside you harder, setting a much quicker pace chasing his release. “Fuck you look so pretty taking my cock like this, you feel so good, so wet and tight.” He groaned tipping his head back as he straightened. He hissed through clenched teeth face contorting in pleasure as he fucked you harder. Your brain struggled to keep up with the pleasure and you drooled as he fucked you. He was so deep, so big, so good. It felt like you were going insane from the pleasure. You moaned out as you arched your back, your chest meeting his as you felt yourself about to fall over the edge. Crocodile stopped and pulled out of you completely, grabbing your hands in his big one as he pinned them above your head.

“Don’t worry my little Snowflake you’ll get to cum.” He says before you have the chance to whine. He let’s go of your hands and straightens up with a smirk as he moves away from you. Before you can say anything he grabs your ankle yanking you roughly to the edge and rolling you over. You gasped at the sudden movement but didn’t fight him as his hand pressed between your shoulder blades. You were arched so carefully, pinned so Crocodile could fuck you.

He rubbed his thick hard cock against your entrance. He nudged the tip inside the delicious burn between pleasure and pain of the stretch from this position had you moaning into the mattress.

Once he had the tip in he gave one swift full thrust until he was balls deep bottomed out inside you. It was rough but it felt like heaven. Crocodile held still only for a moment giving you time to adjust to his girth before he started thrusting.

Your walls fluttered around his cock and he groaned as his hips snapped forward.

“This pretty little cunt wants to be broken in by me, it only wants me. You belong to me isn’t that right my love.” You nodded your affirmation biting your lip as you rose on your tip toes the pleasure was too perfect.

“Such a needy slut for me, the messy little pussy,” he leaned forward his voice low and guttural his words had you burying your face into the plush of the mattress letting out a loud moan. You felt yourself quickly approaching the edge and Crocodile knew it too.

“Gonna cum for me Snowflake. Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl.” The air felt like it had been pushed from your lungs. Leaving you to make incoherent whimpers and moans. His hand worked its way between your thighs rubbing at a brutal pace against your clit. His other hand held you steady as he slammed into your dripping cunt.

His name left your throat as a stutter breathy moan. “That’s it, good girl, cum on my cock just like you did on my fingers.” He groaned as you clenched around him. His aching member throbbing inside you. You clutched the sheets letting out an embarrassingly loud pornographic moan. You gushed so hard all over his cock it ran down both your thighs.

“You are making such a mess. You like it when I ruin you, darling , only like this for me.” He groaned low in his throat as he continued rubbing your clit. You buried your face in the mattress muffing your cries of pleasure. He was going to make you burn for him. Just as you neared your third orgasm he slowed leaving you to whine for that needed release.

He hushes you before he lifts you up as he sits against the head board with you in his lap.

“You know what to do Snowflake sit on your throne.” He says with a smirk. You slowly sank down on him, the feeling of being so incredibly full taking over all of your other senses. You moaned, actually whined , his name out as you pushed yourself down inch by inch. When he finally sat balls deep inside of you, a shiver ran up your spine. Crocodile grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, and you could still taste yourself on his tongue.

You started a slow pace, the overstimulation from your last orgasm affecting you. You were already on the edge again just from moving on his large cock.Tears stung your eyes as you cried from the intense pleasure. He bucked up into you, meeting each of your rapid movements with a harsh thrust of his hips.

He took your right nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud while he fucked up into you.His fingers snaked around behind you, groping your ass.

You held onto his head, pushing your chest closer to his face. He let’s go of your ass and snakes his hand down rubbing your clit in time with the thrusts. Your thighs began to shake as you felt yourself nearing the edge again.

“Come on my Ice Queen cum for me again. I know you can. Are you gonna be my good girl and cum on my cock.”

You nod and cried out as a third orgasm hit you with no warning

Crocodile thrusted into you one more time as deep as he could possibly go, and he came harder than he had in his entire life. The adrenaline from earlier made for a very intense orgasm. The man groaned as he pumped you full of his thick cum. He kneaded your ass as you came down from your orgasmic high. He had a feeling you wouldn't be leaving this room for a while after the sex you two just had.

"Cro…," you mumbled tiredly, your body falling limp against his. "I love you." You said it so softly he almost missed it.He plants a kiss on your head.

“I know Snowflake I love you too.” He carefully moved you off of him and laid you on the bed before going to get a rag and to clean himself up. He comes back to find you fast asleep in the bed and chuckles quietly. He cleans you off as best as he can before he climbs in the bed with you.He lays on his side and moves your head to his arm that is laid out on the bed making sure his hook is away from you. His other arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you closer to his chest. He presses one last kiss to your head before falling asleep.

#x reader #spotify #one piece x reader #one piece #sir crocodile #crocodile one piece #crocodile x reader

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suengmi · 2 years ago

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✧ curious ✧ .9k, g

you raise your head, eyes scanning along the bank on the opposite side. all you can see is a pair of beady eyes, and long pale fingers pressed onto a large tree branch that's resting on some rocks.

pairing: felix x gn!reader genre: fluff, magical/fairy!au warnings/other: felix is a water nymph/reader is human, it's like 2am and i just thought of this. it's self indulgent pls enjoy

little ripples bounce around the small pebbles rolling in the water, a fish or two swim past, weaving around the little plants growing at the bottom of the lake. it's not too deep, maybe just above your ankles.

a group of small blue fish enter your eyes as you venture further down the bank, pretty pearlescent green scales shining in the late night of the evening sun, their tails so small they'd be no bigger than your iris. gently, you press your hand into the water, trying your hardest not to disturb the fish. when you splay your fingers, the mud beneath is slightly disturbed, causing a few of the dish to swim away.

but one of the fish stays, slowly dancing in and out of your fingers. it stops on top of your hand, as if resting it's weary body from swimming all day. you decide not to disturb it and just enjoy what nature has gifted you.

further along, the water is disturbed, it somewhat sounds like a splash. you raise your gaze, eyes scanning along the bank on the opposite side. all you can see is a pair of beady eyes, and long pale fingers pressed onto a large tree branch that's resting on some rocks.

the boy doesn't blink, just stares back at you as he seems to be assessing what you're doing. you raise your neck, slightly turning your head to the side as if signalling you're curious about him too. he copies your actions, head turning the same direction as yours. one more time, you flop your head to the other side and he follows.

you bounce your head back and forth and he copies. this goes on for about ten seconds, but you stop as you begin to feel dizzy.

"ow." you say to yourself, raising your hand from the water to rub your temple. the boy across the water smiles, resting his chin on the branch.

within a split second, he jumps on top the fallen tree, legs flopping in front of himself as he lets them dangle. his feet are slightly webbed, and his hands too. when he turns his head to the side again, almost comically, a long pointy ear bounces out from his blonde hair, little silver trinkets dangling, maybe some small gems decorating his ear. you're not too sure, he's not close enough for you to see.

the boy smiles at you again as he wiggles his legs, his brown cotton shorts and shirt almost falling off of him. he's small, but not too short from what you can see.

ah, a water nymph, you realise. you've never seen one before. not this close. you realised you've ever actually heard one speak.

the boy nods to the river a few times, pointing to something. you follow his gesture. there's a another school of blue fish, seemingly gravitating towards him.

"you... want me to watch?" you ask, slowly dipping your bare feet into the water. he returns with an eager nod, pointing again at the fish.

the same group of small fish you saw prior look as if they're swimming towards him. they seem to happily oblige as he wiggles his fingers back and forth, the school of fish pooling at the other side of the bank. he looks up at you with a big grin on his face, pointy fangs pressing into his bottom lip.

"that's amazing!" you say in disbelief, trying your hardest not to disturb them.

slowly, you edge a bit forwards, now only about two metres away from him and the fish.

the nymph makes a cupping motion with both of his hands, instructing you to do as such.

"like this?" you ask, placing your hands together. he nods excitedly, gesturing for you to pick them up.

placing your cupped hands into the water, you wait for a moment. the nymph rubs two of his fingers together, his tongue sticking out to the side underneath one of his fangs. within a few moments, one of the fish swims into the palm of your hand and stills.

you gasp, trying your hardest not to move. but the boy doesn't mind, he seems to be enjoying your fascination with what he's doing.

"can i... lift it?" you ask, eyes feeling like they're going to pop out of your skull. the boy nods, jumping down from the branch to be at your level. he steps forwards and bends down, his soft webbed hands cupping your own. softly, he helps you raise them, the small fish swimming in little circles in the tiny pool you've made with your palms.

when you look up at the boy, he just smiles, those little fangs appearing again.

"it's so... pretty." you smile, watching the fish swim around. the nymph watches you intently, seemingly curious about your fascination with that he's doing.

"i wonder how they get so blue-"

"felix!" the nymph blurts out, pressing his face a bit too close to yours. you raise your brows turn to face him. he's no more than ten centimetres away.

he pushes his nose against yours, and pulls back. those big dark eyes wide and staring into your own, silly grin showing. "i'm felix."

idk what this is don't ask i lov felix

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ANYWAYSSSSSSSSS

#felix x reader #felix x gn reader #felix x fem reader #felix x y/n #felix x m reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids #skz fic #felix #lee felix #lee felix x reader #myfic #idk what this is but it'S CUTE #stray kids fanfic #skz soft hours #idk is it soft #probs

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strawberrystepmom · 1 year ago

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pokemon trainer au! gojo x f!reader. reader is a fairy gym leader and satoru is league champion and a flying type trainer. satoru arrives to start the journey and it doesn't go as planned immediately thanks to a trip down memory lane. just some relationship building, insane mutual pining, and fluff. wc 2.2k

part one, part two, part three (you are here)

divider by @/cafekitsune!!!!🩵

The expected start time of your trip has long passed and the pair of you and Satoru sit knee to knee on your living room floor.

He arrived when he said he would, suitcases and bags sitting on the ground beside him, and you ushered him with a grin and offering of a snack. The snack was accepted and he made himself at home quickly, not that it’s difficult in your humble abode no matter who walks through the door, and now his bags sit in front of the door next to yours as if they’re a matched set and you have been anxious for hours because of it.

Despite your attempts to calm down, it’s almost suffocating being this close to him. His presence is so big, and not just his impressive physical body, his spirit, his aura, his personality. He’s larger than life and he’s smothering all of the oxygen keeping your heart pumping and mind clear. It’s embarrassing and you look around the room for something else to focus on despite your clammy palms.

Yes, you’ve had a decade-long crush on him but you are an adult. A grown woman with a job and house and life and you are actively fighting warming cheeks every time he looks down at your Espeon who blinks at him curiously and shoots her a smile. You stroke between her ears and she purrs, tail whipping against the floor below. The rest of your Pokemon are scattered in different spots across your home, your Ninetales curled up on the opposite side of Satoru, and the domesticity makes you feel even warmer despite attempts to calm yourself down.

All of this feels natural which is exactly why it’s terrifying.

It feels like this is how things should always be, the two of you giggling over a travel log and map you found when you were digging out your old adventure gear in preparation for the journey that was supposed to begin at 5 o’clock sharp. The hours have ticked by without a second thought from either of you and the hour is nearing 9, solidifying that the two of you most likely will not be taking off tonight.

You don’t mind, especially since that angry crowd never quite assembled outside of your home the way they thought they would, and the man next to you laughs when he holds the map very close to his face and examines the stickers you put on top of your favorite routes.

“I can’t believe you have this,” he mutters after his laugh dissipates into a pleased sigh. Pressing his thumb to the Leppa berry shaped sticker, his brows furrow and you silently wonder what he’s thinking about. Despite your curiosity, it feels uncomfortable to ask so you move the conversation forward and continue stroking between Espeon’s ears.

“I’m sentimental, I couldn’t bear to throw it away.”

A nod sends his white hair forward, slipping over his eyes and down his forehead, and he points to another stickered location on the map. A little yellow star shape covers this spot and he looks at you quizzically, his head tipped to the side.

“Do the stickers have special meanings?”

You shake your head, scanning over the folded paper.

“Not particularly, they’re just places I liked to be.”

If they had meanings back then, you struggle to remember them now, but you know every spot was significant to you in some way. The star shape indicates where you met your Pichu who will be joining you on your journey, the Leppa berry sticker indicates where you planted a tree after nabbing your fair share of berries along the way, and the others that are scattered across the Sinnoh map have meaning to you.

You aren’t from Sinnoh but you’ve made it your home thanks to the history documented in front of you and there is a map in your bag of each of the regions you’ve visited, marked in very similar ways. Glitter gel pen, silver felt tipped marker, stickers, folds - evidence of the previous roads you’ve traveled. It’s hard not to smile looking down at the raised appliques dotting the map and you do, eyes flitting from place to place before settling back on Satoru who is gazing down at you.

You don’t want to wrap both of your arms around the glimmer of hope that particular gaze is stirring in you but you metaphorically wrap an arm around its shoulder to welcome it anyway and look down with a smile. His voice draws your attention and you look up, blinking as slowly as the lazy creature next to you.

“So where are we goin’?”

You snort and shake your head, folding the map up into a tidy rectangle. Leaning forward, you tuck the map under your folded legs to keep track of it for later.

“What do you mean?”

Gojo’s shrug is flip and he leans backward, stretching his long legs out in front of him and resting his weight on his elbows. Your cheeks heat again and you look away, toward where Ninetales sleeps across the room.

“Are we using this map as a guide or do you have another one somewhere?”

Realization hits you all at once and you laugh, still blinking slowly out of confusion despite understanding what he’s saying. You were supposed to plan the trip despite him being the one who invited you along.

“Satoru, usually people plan their own trips. Have you never done that before?”

Shaking his head, his hair flops over his eyes again and you sigh but it holds no contempt or anger. It’s not his fault that his life was literally planned out for him from the time he was a child, his destiny to follow in the legacy of his father and grandfather before him as inherited as his big blue eyes. Some people need a little more guidance and you don’t mind being the one to shove him into some semblance of normalcy.

“Why don’t we just use your old maps and recreate the trips?”

His suggestion is viable and you hum, pretending to mull it over while he looks around your home. It’s certainly quaint compared to his apartment but it strikes him how cozy it feels to simply be here. It looks lived in unlike his home which is comparable to the sterile environment of a hospital or Pokemon Center because frankly, it has tended to be unlived in during the time it has belonged to him.

Most of his nights have been spent in the Pokemon League building in individual suites offered to himself and the other members of the League, leaving little time to make his house a home. Satoru lets the warmth of your environment seep into his very bones and has since he walked through the door, eyes catching pictures of you and various friends scattered across regions and photos of your family with your Pokemon.

Would you ever have photos of him hanging in here?

The way you finally hum affirmatively catches his attention and makes him focus back on the task at hand - you. Shifting his gaze from the walls and mantle, he looks back at you and grins when he catches sight of your smile.

“That’s such a good idea I can almost forgive you for expecting me to plan your trip.”

He tilts his head to the side.

“Almost?”

Rolling your eyes, you shift where you sit and rest your cheek on your shoulder.

“Okay, okay, I forgive you.”

He sighs and drops his weight from his elbows, flattening them out and laying on the ground. Ninetails looks up from where she rests and lifts her head to put it on his stomach and you tut at her. The interaction makes Gojo chuckle quietly to himself, lifting his hand to pet the creature who doesn’t flinch at the touch.

“Don’t be rude, he’s a guest.”

She glances toward you but it only lasts a moment, her eyes closing while she settles in. Another roll of your eyes and you laugh incredulously, Espeon moving and wrapping her tail around your folded legs.

“I’m sorry, they have no boundaries and it’s my fault.”

Your Pokemon are so friendly and loving it almost makes the former Champion feel guilty when he thinks of how his behave in comparison. They’re his companions and their relationship is trusting and strong but it isn’t this affectionate. He certainly struggles to envision his Skarmory putting their head in his lap.

“It’s not your fault, if anything it’s your gift to them.”

Tilting your head to the side you shoot a sidelong glance at Satoru. You’ve never viewed the spoiling of your companions as a gift but if he sees it that way, it can’t possibly be a bad thing so you smile. It’s soft and serene and you can’t tell from where he lays on the ground but his eyes are glued to how you look just like this. Now it’s his turn for sweaty palms and he plays them off by wiping them across the slumbering Ninetales who opens one of her eyes and huffs at him before shutting it.

“I’m glad they like me. Our trip would be much worse if this one started growling at me,” he nods toward the sleeping creature resting on his torso and you laugh.

“They’re all going to lo-,” you catch the word leaving your lips and stop yourself. “Like you. They already do, especially this one.”

Nodding toward Espeon he chuckles again and lazily kicks his feet out, tapping his heels against the rug. You’re certain another hour has passed and the fatigue of a busy day mixed with your body’s weariness from being anxious all day makes your shoulders sag and he looks as tired as you do, rushing from his television appearance this morning to your front door which is no small journey.

“It feels a little late to ask but I take it you’re spending the night?”

Gojo’s ears perk up at your words and he cradles Ninetales’ head while he sits up, legs still straight out in front of him. He assumed he would be but hearing you say that sends blood rushing to his cheeks and he clears his throat, pretending to pick a stray piece of fur off of his sweatpants.

Two can play at this game and it’s one you will not beat him in.

“Is this a clever way to get me in your bed?”

Now it’s your turn to fluster, stuttering as you struggle to find a rebuttal to his flirtation. One does not come and he just laughs, reaching to comfortingly pat your shoulder. Your posture slumps again and he wants to correct it but stops himself, letting his large palm cup your shoulder blade and then smoothing it down the back of your shirt which makes you straighten out anyway. He takes the hint and removes his hand, smirking boldly.

Winner winner.

With your back ramrod straight and stiff, you turn awkwardly to the side and nod your head toward a shut door adjacent to the living room. The accommodations aren’t luxurious but they’re comfortable, a bed made up with pretty linens you found during your last trip to Galar behind the door.

“That’s the guest room but you’re going to have to fight Pichu for the good pillow, he has a tendency to hide it.”

Satoru shrugs, his own exhaustion catching up with him now that he has been promised a comfortable place to sleep. Dramatically sighing, he flutters his lashes and pretends to be exasperated, keeping that damned smirk on his face to let you know that he’s joking.

“I’d rather it be the luxury accommodations of your bedroom but I suppose it will do until we go.”

Laughing awkwardly, you slowly rise to standing and hold your hands out to help him do the same. You grunt when he grabs your hands and you heave to pull him up, almost knocking yourself backward in the process, and his hands find your shoulder naturally as soon as he’s on his two feet to steady you. Looking up, you see him glancing down at you tenderly again and you’re too caught in the moment to make a single move, instead letting him gaze at you as though the future he tried to planned for is nothing but you.

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t bother with any of the actual trip planning itself.

“I’m gonna head to bed, I’ll catch you in the morning.”

Without another word, he winks at you just like he did ten years ago and withdraws his hand from your body, offering you a half wave while walking toward the room you indicated was his for the night.

You practically float to your own bedroom a few moments afterward, riding the high of his touch and his flirtation, and you wonder if you have what it takes to last one on one with him for the length of this journey.

Can your heart take it or will it explode from the weight of your rapidly deepening feelings? Time will tell, you suppose while you roll over and make room for Skitty and Espeon.

Across the house Satoru asks himself the same question.

Does he have what it takes to make this journey with you without surrendering his heart in the process?

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #kendall writes #pokemon au

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