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bumblebeehug · 3 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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raijin-tribe · 11 months 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 · 11 months 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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tetrix-anime · 6 months ago

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

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moon-child1316 · 2 years ago

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||Hot and Cold Gray Fullbuster x reader x Natsu Dragneel NSFW||

Warnings: NSFW/Masturbation/Threesome/Double Penetration/Creampie/ temperature play if you skint ur eyes I suppose/ Slightly OC/ also please excuse any grammar mistakes since English isn't my first language.

I'm not gonna say minors DNI cause I know y'all don't listen. But you've been warned about the contents.

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You layed down on your bed with a sigh. You were extremely exhausted after the last mission Fairy Tail's strongest team had gone on. After recharging your energy for a bit you decided to go into your bathroom and take a bath.

You practically melted into the water. The warmth and the different oils you put into it helping you recharge your magic and loosen up your joints. You closed your eyes relaxing not realizing you were falling asleep in your bath.

By the time you woke up you quickly drained your bath and dried up before walking out, you were in your home so you didn't bother wearing a towel as you got out. You looked out the window and realized it was night time by now "I must've been asleep for awhile." You mumbled as you walked towards your mirror staring at yourself.

You traced your hands over the curves of your body. Starting from your thighs all the way to your breast. For some reason you were suddenly getting in the mood, and I mean no one was going to burst into your apartment anytime, right?

So there you were sitting down on your bed and spreading your legs. You sucked on your fingers for some lube and then took them down to your aching core. Slowly drawing circles on your clit. As you did it you couldn't help but let your mind wonder to a certain ice wizard and a certain dragon slayer. Your crush for them both was obvious, but after all fire and ice don't mix at all. And you were right in the middle of them both all the time. Mirajane swore they both reciprocated your feelings but you never saw it.

So all you had where moments like this, where you would let your mind wonder about how Gray's cold lips would feel against your neck, how Natsu's hands would feel gropping your thighs, maybe having both of their cocks inside you at the same time.

You closed your eyes and layed fully down on the bed, getting extremely caught up in your fantasy you failed to hear your door opening and the footsteps coming to your room.

You slipped 2 fingers inside of yourself immediately curling them to reach your g-spot. You moaned out the names of the 2 men that were driving you insane.

You heard a throat clear and your froze in the spot. Your eyes flying open as your blood ran cold. You shut straight up and sat on your bed as the blush came straight to your cheeks.

Standing in your doorway were Natsu and Gray themselves staring at you. "GUYS!" you quickly yelled grabbing onto your blanket that was conveniently next to you to cover up the little decency you had left. "Um, how long have you been standing there?" You asked with a nervous chuckle. The sweat starting to form in your hands.

"Enough" mumbled Gray, his icy eyes staring deep into yours. Your eyes slowly scanned them. Gray as always had no shirt on, but his pants were unbluckled as he leaned on one side of the doorframe. Natsu leaned on the other side, his arms crossed. His expression was different however, you noticed the hunger in his eyes. A hunger you had never seen before.

Slowly your eyes drifted and you noticed the very noticeable bulges they both had. No words needed to be said as you looked back up at them, biting your lip nervously.

Gray was the first to move. He slowly made his way towards you taking off his pants fully leaving him only in boxers. A view you were used to seeing yet this time it was different. You felt your heartbeat quicken with every step he took towards you. His icy fingers gently grabbed your chin making you look at him in the eye. "So you were playing with yourself while thinking of us huh?" He asked with a smirk on his lips. You felt like all the words in your vocabulary had gone out the window so you just nodded. Gray sat down on your right side and pulled your face close to him. You could feel his cold breath against your lips, chills kept running down your body but you loved them. "Well, how about we make that fantasy of yours a reality" he whispered before closing the tiny gap and capturing your lips in a kiss.

You felt as if your heart was going to explode. Gray's lips were on yours. The kiss was hungry, he used the hand on your chin to keep you from backing away from him. You felt the bed dip on your left side and a half slowly start to remove the blanket covering you "Hey now don't forget about me" Natsu whispered in your ear. You felt his hot breath against your neck and you shivered in anticipation.

Gray finally released his grip on your chin and you broke away from the kiss. You were breathing heavy as you looked at Natsu, seeing he had taken off his clothes too. Natsu didn't waste anytime on kissing you either. His kiss was quicker, but you could still feel the passion in them. His tongue quickly took dominance over your mouth and you couldn't help the little moan that escaped you.

Once you pulled away for some air you placed a hand on both of their chest. "Guys..." you mumbled "you don't have to do this, I dont want to ruin the team and you weren-" your sentence was quickly interrupted with a throaty groan as you felt Gray's hands on your inner thigh squeezing it. "We want this" Natsu says "Right icy head?" He asked turning his gaze towards Gray. Gray hums in agreement before turning his gaze back towards you "But, only if you want it darling" he says moving some hair out of your face.

"I want it... I want it so bad..." you whisper. They turn to look at eachother and smirk as if they were talking telepathically "I guess that settles it" Gray says before laying you down on the bed.

Gray spreads your legs and immediately dips his head down to kiss your thighs while Natsu moves to remove his boxers. Gray places your legs over his shoulders and blows cold air onto your clit making you shiver. He chuckled and starting sucking on your clit while inserting 2 fingers inside of you. You moaned out and looked at Natsu. As if he could read your mind he sat on the bed near you and you leaned up taking his cock into your mouth.

The room filled with the noises of your muffled moans and Natsu's groans while Gray could be heard slurping on your juices. It didn't take long for you to start feeling the knot in your stomach, yet Gray pulled away despite your whines of protest "Not not babygirl." Natsu also pulled out of your mouth leaving you a drooling mess and then looked at Gray.

"So who's putting it in first?" Natsu asked Gray raised a brow at him as he stood up from his position on the floor "Obviously me" Gray said with a scoff. And there the argument between these 2 started. You were a little dazed however you knew if this kept on going much longer they would end up destroying your home.

"Both" you said sitting up on the bed. They both stopped their argument and turned to you. "I want both of you at the same time" you whispered, a blush starting to adorn your cheeks.

They looked at eachother and came to a silent agreement. You slowly stood from the bed standing between them. Gray pulled you in by your hips, your back facing him as he started to kiss and suck on your neck. Natsu ran his hands over your body stopping on your thighs "You ready?" He whispered to which you nodded. You wrapped your arms around Natsu neck and Gray grabbed onto your legs both of them using their combined strength to lift you up like you were nothing.

You felt them both line up with your entrance, a silent whimper leaving you. They both coated their cocks with your slick before slowly slipping inside you.

You gasped at the sudden fullness you felt. Both their cocks stretching out your folds. Tears and a small sob escaped you while you held tight onto Natsu. "So full, I feel so full" you whispered. Gray hushed you while he gently caressed your thighs and kissed your neck. Natsu whispered sweet nothings into your ears both of them trying to calm you and minimize your pain.

"You're doing so good for us baby, taking both of our cocks" he whispered making you moan a bit at his words. After a bit you gave them the green light and they started moving. Taking turns thrusting into you, Gray's cold body in your back and Natsu warm on was driving you crazy. Your insides felt like they were being stirred up as their cocks kissed your cervix.

You were getting drunk on the please, your gummy walls tightening around their cocks begging for more. You could barely register when you cummed all over them, your juices dripping down both of their legs.

Gray was the first to get rougher, his thrust getting harder as he bit down on your shoulder. Natsu gave him a nod and sunk his fingers onto your thigh making you cry out.

They both started thrusting into you at an animalistic space, causing you to cry and scream out profanities as they abused your overestimated pussy. Both of them looking for their own highs.

It didn't take long before both of them exploded their load, painting your walls with their cum. You shivered and moaned at the sensation of being filled up by both of them.

They slipped their cocks out of you still keeping you up in the air. Their cum dripping down onto your carpet. Natsu chuckled a bit at the sight "Oops, sorry about that princess" Natsu whispered "We'll clean it up for you don't worry" Gray whispered as he slowly let go of you, nodding towards the bed.

Natsu took the hint and slowly carried you onto it, making sure to lay you down comfortably before laying down next to you, Gray doing the same. You turned towards Gray and layed your head on his chest as Natsu wrapped his arms around your waist. All 3 of you cuddling tightly as the tiredness took over all of you. At that moment you weren't going to question how you got into this position, but as you closed your eyes you thanked whatever entity was up there that let you have this moment with both men that you loved.

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A/N: whoa I think this is the first time I truly ever write a Threesome. Also first time writing here on Tumblr. Let me know if you guys would like a part 2 full of fluff.

If you've read this far first off thank you so much, if you guys have any request please let me know.

-Much love Moon <3

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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

taglist: @l3visbby @daddyjoonchua @abcdefgiwsmcty @blankdyean

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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shroudedunderworld · 2 years ago

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Kisses

Drabbles about how I think the Savanaclaw boys would kiss because I'm in need of some major fluff with my favorite dorm rn

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi

⚠Gender neutral reader, Leona gets a lil frisky towards the end, slight swearing in Jack's part, also Jack's is really long I'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT HE'S MY FAVORITE HGKFHKFHD, absolute tooth rotting domestic style fluff with Ruggie

Leona Kingscholar

You missed him.

You missed him a lot. You hadn't seen Leona the whole week due to the heavy workload you had been assigned before the weekend. Crewel really didn't know when enough work was enough.

Nonetheless, you used seeing Leona as a reason to get your work done, and you did. It was Friday, every last piece of work turned in, and you were on your way to see your favorite beastman.

"...mmmmmwhat...?" You could hear Leona growl from inside his dorm room after you knocked. Opening the door slowly, you were met with drawn curtains, creating a dimly lit room and a sleep enticing atmosphere.

"Oh my King," you knelt down and began speaking as though you were in a fairy tail. "Please forgive me for intruding upon your sacred private quarters. It is merely I, your beloved, here to see you-"

You looked up to see Leona, crossing his arms and staring down at you. His emerald eyes practically glowed, even in the dim light of his bedroom.

"Get up herbivore," he groaned. "If you're gonna be on your knees, at least make it for a good reason~"

"LEONA!" You stood quickly, face heating evidently. His arms enveloped you and you felt him rest his chin on your head.

"I'm kidding, herbivore..." He said sleepily. "I've missed ya..."

You smiled from where your face was buried in his chest and reciprocated his embrace, squeezing him tight and sighing contently.

"I've missed you too..." You murmured. Leona grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him. He smirked and let out a quiet, amused huff. You pouted.

"What?"

"Nothing," he grinned, shaking his head. Leona tilted your head upwards, lowering his own to meet you in a long, slow, deep kiss. It had you shivering and melting into him, leaning your whole body against his broad figure. Breaking the kiss, you panted and gazed into his eyes.

"Ohhh I don't think you'll be leaving this room anytime soon, herbivore~" Leona teased, leaning down to kiss your throat. "I wasn't kidding when i said i missed ya. Now whaddaya gonna do about it, hmm~?"

Jack Howl

"Deuce, have you seen Jack?" You had searched the grounds of Night Raven College at least three times over and still couldn't find your wolf anywhere. Deuce shook his head.

"I haven't seen him since our Flight class," Deuce said. "He told me he was going to look for you after school, but judging from what's going on right now, I'm assuming that didn't quite go as planned."

You rolled your eyes.

"No shit, Sherlock," you muttered. You scanned the crowd and couldn't see Jack anywhere. If he were there, it wouldn't have been hard to see a 6'3 bulky, tanned skinned, white haired wolf beastman that literally EVERYONE knows. You groaned aloud, deciding to give up searching, until...

"Wait, his dorm!" You nearly yelled. "I feel so damn stupid...why didn't I think to look for him in his dorm?"

You ran as fast as you could to the Savanaclaw dorm, huffing once you got there. Some student looked at you weird, whereas others minded their own business. You searched for anybody familiar when you saw-

"Ruggie!"

The hyena turned and smiled as he saw you.

"Hey! What brings ya here?"

"Where's Jack?!" Ruggie put his hands up in defense, chuckling.

"Relax, he's up in his room. I think you came at a good time, he came back looking like his favorite cactus just died."

You quickly thanked him and ran to Jack's room, knocking on the door. No response. You slowly opened the door to see Jack sitting on his floor, playing with a little potted cactus, tail limp and ears flat, a sad scowl on his face.

"Jack?" You called softly. His head shot up and his eyes widened, ears alert as he stared towards you. You stepped inside and shut the door behind you, turning back around to be almost knocked over in a bone crushing hug.

"Jack if your tail wags any harder your homework is going to fly out the window-" You warned him.

"Don't care," he said, face buried in your neck. "Can't help it, I missed you too damn much..."

Out of nowhere, jack picked you up and tossed you onto his bed (gently of course) before climbing over you and laying down on top of you. You giggled and pet his hair, rubbing his ears as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

Jack raised his head to look at you. You smiled at him and cupped his cheek with your hand. Laying his hand over yours, Jack leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His lips were soft and warm, and he smelled like cactus flowers.

Once the kiss was broken, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, savoring the shared warmth between you two.

"I love you, Jack," you said breathlessly, eyes still shut tight and forhead still resting against his. Jack breathed shakily before running a large hand down your side, gently but lovingly caressing you.

"I...I love you too..."

It was moments like these where Jack knew he didn't have to have his guard up, where he could finally relax, because he knew he would always be safe to be himself with you~

(Lol can you say self indulgent-)

Ruggie Bucchi

"What was that for, huh?" Ruggie stared up at you from where you leaned over him. All he wanted was a little peace and quiet, some time to relax and lie in the cool grass beneath his favorite tree. Why was it his favorite? To keep it simple, it kept the grass beneath cool because it provided a lot of shade.

He was lying in the grass with his eyes closed when out of nowhere, you had decided to show up and give him a quick peck on the forehead.

"Nothing really," you grinned. "I've been looking for you all day, and I missed you! Also, you looked super cute, all relaxed like that~!"

Ruggie grinned, grabbing you as he began to tickle you to death.

"RUGGIE STOP!" You squealed as his relentless hands continued to attack your most ticklish spots.

"Never!" He giggled boyishly as he eventually calmed and brought you to sit between his legs, your back against his chest. His arms encircled your torso as his chin rested on your shoulder. You reached up to pet his hair and Ruggie sighed happily, closing his eyes.

"You know," Ruggie said softly. "I came out here to get away from people, to relax and be alone for a bit. But honestly, this is so much better..."

You smiled softly. Ruggie was young and fresh faced, some even saying he looked younger than he was. But he was a very responsible man and a hard worker. He deserved a break every now and again. He shouldn't have had to sneak away.

"Well whenever you need a break from things, especially from Leona," you gazed into his eyes, cupping his cheek. "Just hit me up, I'll always be down to help you unwind!"

He smiled cutely and pulled you in for a quick kiss, pulling back to look at you before going in for another, this time slower, longer, more passionate.

"I love you, Y/N. I always will, please don't ever forget that..."

MAN THIS WAS JUST THE PICK ME UP I NEEDED I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER AFTER WRITING THIS

Also I kinda tried to associate their name colors with their eyes (Leona was green, Ruggie blue and Jack orangy yellowy amber idk-)

I hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for more, extras~

💥Akira💥

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otakubimbo · 1 year ago

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Weakness

Hawks x F!Reader

It was your first event as a new hero in Japan after coming here from America. You knew you had to put your best foot forward, you just didn't expect someone to try and step on that foot.

Content: Cussing. No other warnings just a small rival type dynamic.

Sticky Note: I don't think there will be a continuation but you can ask <3

masterlist

You were nervous now. It was the night of the gala, and you weren’t the most sociable person due to your upbringing. You came from a very strict household and as the daughter of one of the top heroes of the southern region of America, your father took training and being a hero above anything else in life. Of course, you were perfectly media trained but your social battery ran short, and even shorter was your patience. Before you knew it there was a knock at your door, opening it to reveal a nicely dressed Aizawa. He was sporting a simple black suit, his hair pulled back out of his face for once but neatly in a bun at the nape of his neck.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice” You mention letting him in so you can get your purse and shoes.

“I can say the same about you. Expect it seems you’re always half naked” He comments looking at your dress, causing you to roll your eyes. The dress was a bit risky, but you needed it to be just in case you needed to be in combat. It was a beautiful dress; he did have to admit though. Sage green, backless exposing the wings that could protrude out of your skin at any moment, the slit coming up dangerously high on the floor-length gown with the neckline going dangerously low. Your quirk altered your body and the last thing you wanted was to ruin clothing due to it. (an: it is like Mira Jane's ability in fairy tail)

“You gonna pay to get me new outfits that get destroyed by my quirk?” You question as you make sure to slick down your edges perfectly, your hair was down for once in a twist out but with one side braided back, you wanted to make sure your edges were laid properly. He just scoffs at you.

You turn to him once you finish applying your lipstick, “I do look good though, yes? Cause I know the press is going to be there. And my dad would be pissed at any bad publicity.” You ask nervously trying to make sure you look your best; your image is extremely important to him.

“Yes, you look really pretty.” He says a hint of sympathy in his voice, you’ve told him stories about your father, he’s heard how your father talks to you.

“Okay. Good, good. Let’s go.” You exhale, grab your purse, and head to the door.

When you arrived at the gala, you were correct about the press being there. You groaned, you knew it was time to turn it up for the cameras and you hated this so badly. Aizawa gently squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before he got out of the car to give his keys to the valet and help you out. As soon as you stepped out, the flashing of cameras was automatically blinding. Your biggest fakest smile was plastered on your face as you grasped Aizawa's bicep gently. Your superhero name is being called from all sides as you walk towards the entrance of the gala hall.

“Eraser head! Vixen! This way!” Several photographers shouted at the two of you, you stopped Aizawa for a few pictures and he allowed you to take a few by yourself, not leaving you alone to face the press. Eventually found your way inside away from most of the press and photographers. The smile almost immediately disappears from your face.

“You are really a professional” Aizawa comments looking at your dropped face.

“Shout out to my dad for that.” You say with a shrug, scanning the room filled with Heroes, Sidekicks, and investors. “I need a drink, immediately.” Luckily for you, there wasn’t a waiter too far away carrying champagne. You glide over stealing one for yourself, immediately downing it, and picking up another.

“Okay. I’m ready to mingle” you say as you put your camera smile back on. The night was going well for you despite how much you really hated people. Aizawa’s bored and annoyed expressions kept most people away luckily for you. Everyone wanted to get to know more about the rising American hero working at UA.

“Everyone likes a new face and possible controversy.” You speak as you take down your fifth glass of champagne. “I have to find a bathroom in here, I’ll be back, and you better not dare leave with me!” You say as you hand him your glass. Knowing yourself, you should have asked someone where the bathrooms were located due to your terrible sense of direction. Now you were lost. When you turn the corner, you see a pair of red wings and, finally, a person! You recognized who it was due to Midoriya telling you all about the top heroes, he was a well of knowledge about almost every single one.

“Oh hi, uhm? Quick question” You call as you walk up to him and smirks at you, eyeing you up and down.

“Hmmn, I didn’t know I had fans as pretty as you.” He comments smugly and it takes everything in you not to grimace and roll your eyes. What an asshole.

“Actually, I’m” You start, and he cuts you off before you can even finish your statement.

“Oh, a journalist then? I’m sure you’re gorgeous on camera.” He states cockily and this time you couldn’t hold your facial expressions, your scowl, and disgust takes him aback. What the fuck was with this guy?

“AYE!” A voice calls behind you, Aizawa. Wonderful. You don’t even acknowledge Hawks anymore, turning on your heels. Once you turned, Hawks noticed your back and his eyes widened at the sight. The wings embroidered into your back, it hit him. You weren’t a fan or a journalist, you were that new American hero everyone had been talking about. He watched as you walked away with the older hero, as he guided you to wherever you were trying to go in the first place.

You told Aizawa what happened as he guided you back from the actual bathroom.

“Yeah, I heard that he was like that. He is just a kid.” He says with a shrug as if it was expected.

“We are literally the same age, I think.” You scoff at him.

“And you’re just a kid” He comments making you roll your eyes at him. Once back in the event hall, you continue to mingle and drink. Eventually, Aizawa is taken about by Mic leaving you standing there alone. How awkward. From the corner of your eye, you see that arrogant man approaching you. Everything in you doesn’t want to acknowledge him but since you’re at an event you put your fake smile on when he walks up saying hello.

“What could you possibly fucking want?” You speak with a smile still on your face that doesn’t match your words.

He was taken a bit back by how harsh you sounded yet still smiling at him, “I actually came to apologize to you.” The sincerity in his voice takes you aback, making you drop the fake smile.

“Whatever. Thanks, I guess.” You reply taking a sip of your drink, attempting to scan the room for Aizawa. Hawks could tell what you were doing, looking for an out to stop speaking to him. For some reason, he didn’t like that.

“You looking for Eraserhead?” He asks a bit annoyed by your lack of caring and your gaze falls back onto him.

“I am. It looks like the event is ending soon, so.” You say trying to give him the hint to leave you alone. This was awkward. Hawks was nervous, why was he nervous? You looked so disinterested in him and he wasn’t used to that, he didn’t like it. Luckily for you, you see a reporter walking up now hopefully Hawks will leave.

“Hello, you’re Vixen, right? I’m from the Daily Hero and just wanted to know if we could ask you a few questions.”

The camera-ready smile came right back on your face, “Oh absolutely you can.”

“Wonderful, wonderful. So, the first question, it appears that you came here today with pro-hero Eraserhead. Are the two of you an item? I know there’s a bit of an age gap there but as they say, age isn’t but a number.”

You giggly as fake shyly as you could at the question, you expected it as much, people love that kind of gossip, “Oh no. He’s a dear mentor of mine. Since I work under him at UA, he decided he would accompany me here. It was nice to be escorted by a familiar face.”

“I don’t know I did see a little blush on your face. How kind of him, he’s not really known for his sensitive side.” The reporter jokes. “I would understand if he thought otherwise, you are absolutely gorgeous. Have you seen any heroes who have caught your eye then? Civilians?”

You giggle again before answering, “I’ve barely met anyone since I’ve been here. Between being a hero and a teacher, I’m pretty busy. The only thing that has my attention is helping aspiring heroes and making sure citizens are safe.” Oh, that was a great answer, you thought. Hopefully, your dad would like these interviews.

“You really are the definition of being a hero. The rumors of your charm are true it seems. Even though you may not have an eye on anyone it does look like you may have caught the eye of pro hero Hawks over here.” She comments, having them turn the camera to him. Fuck. You would have thought he would have left. You keep forcing the smile on your face as the interviewer moves the two of you into one frame.

“So, Hawks, what do you think of Vixen?” The reporter turns her attention to him, you pray he doesn’t ruin this interview for you especially since you’ve been rude to him.

“She sure is something, beautiful. I do think she isn’t quite fond of me though” He says with a sly smile toward you and it takes all your professionalism to bite back a scowl. This makes the reporter raise a brow towards you and if on cue you hide your face in your hands feigning embarrassment. You giggle hitting him on the shoulder gently but digging your claws into his skin as a warning.

“That’s not even close to the truth.” You say take your other hand to shade your mouth from his view “ya know, even pro heroes get nervous when they meet someone like him. He’s a big hit with all the students talking him up, anyone would be a bit uneasy at first meeting the top 2 hero of Japan.”

Your eyes flick to Hawks for a second, taking in the slightly shocked expression on his face at your reply. Oh, you were better than he expected you to be in the media, especially being the same age as him. He could feel the smugness radiating from you as you deflected his response turning it back on him.

“Well Hawks it seems you may be too intimidating for the up-and-coming foreign hero. It was nice speaking with the both of you.” The reporter finishes up before thanking you both for your time.

Immediately after they leave your smile drops and you turn to scowl at him.

“It was cute how you tried to ruin my interview.” You say in a huff, taking another sip of your drink.

“You think I’m cute?” He asks with a sly smile but when you look at him, it’s like you can see through him. You flustered him with what he thought was a bit of praise. A small shade of pink was starting to come across his cheeks. Okay, you could admit he was kind of cute.

“I think you’re something for sure.” You say before turning hearing your name being called, it was Aizawa. Great, time to go home. “Well, it was definitely not a pleasure meeting you. Bye Hawks” You saunter away towards Aizawa, grabbing onto his arm looking back at him one last time before leaving. Hawks watched you leave, his heart racing. That small interaction with you has his knees weak. Hawks didn’t have many weaknesses, but you might be a new one.

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