#so incredibly. Normal. Also the Arm Scales........really and truly (lying voice )

[itsbrucey]

I'm normal. Your Honor.

Hot Glenn Holidays / @hot-glenn-holidays-2023

The Beach

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happy wet beast wednesday to the monsterfuckers out there <3

[skylarmoon71]

Loki Laufeyson : (Short Story)- Chapter 4

"How are you holding up back there." you could barely reply, the very prominent stab wound in your stomach was making it a bit difficult to do much. You held your abdomen, resting your head on the back of the helicopter. Natasha was clenching our hand as Steve steered, hoping they could make it to the tower before you bled out. Your vision was getting a bit spotty.

"We're almost there Nat, make sure she doesn't lose consciousness!" 

Steve called. Natasha nodded.

"You hear that, we'll be there in no time. Don't you dare close your eyes."

"I'm sorry." This was your fault. Since your conversation with Loki, you couldn't concentrate. Not only did you put the mission at risk, but you also managed to endanger your team. If Natasha hadn't gotten to you when she did, you would have been sporting far worse that a knife wound. You coughed, and some blood ran over the side of your lips. Natasha titled your body, ensuring that you didn't choke on your own blood.

"We're losing her!" Natasha panicked. You wanted to stay awake, but it was so hard. You felt so weak, and cold.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!!"

~~~

"Get her back here immediately. " Steve is carrying your body through the hallway, and he stops when they get to the medical room. Tony and Bruce rush to your side, and the rest of them are gathered around, watching how pale you seem now. You're lying there and Bruce is reaching for supplies to get to the wound. Tony has all the equipment ready, and in seconds, Bruce has a pair of scissors, cutting around your vest to get to the wound.

"What the hell happened!" Bucky demands. He pushes forward, but Steve grabs his shoulder, shaking his head. Now isn't the best time to lose his temper. His lips form a thin line, and they can't do much but watch Tony and Bruce work. When the door opens behind it's Loki and Thor who walk in. Their smiling, discussing something. That all stops when they see your body on the table.

"Lady (Y/N)." Thor is stunned at the scene, and Loki takes a few steps closer. It's weird for him. He's grown used to your frown whenever he steps into the room.

Bruce has just finished hooking the patches to your body, and the vitals displayed in not to his liking.

"This isn't good, she's going to crash. She's lost too much blood. We need a transfusion."

As high tech as the building is, Tony doesn't have blood just lying around. It would take time to obtain some. As it stands, they don't have time.

"We're in luck, she's a universal recipient. " Bruce says in relief when he runs through your charts. Natasha is already rolling up her sleeves.

"I'll do it." Loki states.

They're a bit taken aback.

"That's generous of you, but you're not exactly human. We have no idea what kind of repercussions that will have on her." Bruce argues.

"It's because I'm not human that makes it the best choice. My blood should help to speed up her recovery."

"Brother, are you sure?"

"I'm positive. "

Maybe it's because he feels he owes you something. They don't really have the luxury to question it. Loki takes a seat, and Bruce is still a bit hesitant when he hooks up the needle to his arm, connecting it to yours. His eyes dart to the screen, checking to see if there is any significant change.

Positive or negative.

The steady beeping that follows makes Bruce sigh. "Her pulse is returning to normal. Blood pressure has lowered too." He's going over every bit of information, just to make sure this doesn't turn south, and Loki settles into the chair, watching your slow breaths. Your hands twitch, and he jolts when he feels a shock. He blinks for a second, wondering if he imagined it.

"Brother, what's the matter?" He's not sure.

"Nothing it's, I was sure I felt something." he squints, now he feels a bit of a migraine, and he grips the bridge of his nose.

"Where am I?" The voice in his head makes his eyes dart around.

"(Y/N)?" Loki speaks aloud.

They watch him wearily. 

"Are you sure you're doing okay buddy." Tony asks. 

You're still unconscious, so they can't see how he could be talking as if you aren't.

"It's (Y/N), I think she's...she's speaking with me."

"No way.. Even while she's unconscious are you sure?" Bruce's curiosity gets the best of him.

"Loki? Is that you, what happened. The last thing I remember I was on the helicopter and I.."

The monitor starts to flash, a loud beeping increases. Bruce scrambles over to the screen.

"Loki get her to relax or she's going to blow the machines!" He hollers.

He reaches over, taking your hand.

"Calm down, we've managed to stabilize your body. You're in the medical facility. You need to relax."

It's said so calmly, and you're not sure why, but you comply. When the beeping fades out, Bruce can breath again.

"How come you're the only one who can hear me."

"It must be the blood transfusion. Our abilities are somewhat alike in certain instances. "

"You're...giving me blood?"

Loki smiles. "Don't sound so surprised, I do have a heart mortal."

"Didn't I say stop calling me that. You're lucky I'm unconscious otherwise I'd beat your ass. Again."

This time Loki laughs out loud.

Tony watches suspiciously.

"What are you guys talking about."

"Trivial things."

Tony doesn't quite believe it. "Riiiight. Well she seems stable, and you two apparently have a lot to talk about so we'll just leave you to it. I'll take this in case anything changes." He grabs a smaller device.

"This will go off the minute she wakes up, or in case she goes jedi on us again."

Tony ushers everyone out, deciding that you and Loki need a little time to chat.

"Wait a second this is incredible. I have to study to see how far her telepathic waves-"

"Not now doctor." He has to pull Bruce out, and Thor sends a proud smile in Loki's direction right before they leave.

"Loki." There's a bit of uncertainty in your tone this time.

"What is it, if you're worried about being alone there's no need. I'm right here."

You never thought you'd feel so relieved to hear those words.

"T-Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. On the grand scale of things, I owe you at least this much."

He's referring to what happened when he went all crazy trying to take over the world. It causes a flash of guilt, and Loki is a bit overwhelmed by the weight of it when he feels your pain reflected off of him. 

"Is that what you feel all the time." He closes his eyes to try and make it go away.

"Y-Yeah it's...it gets a bit hard to deal with." You have to get a better handle, because he's connected now. So if you aren't careful, he may feel all your conflicting feels, not just the negative ones. That unnerves you.

"You're not just a telepath, you're an empath."

"I have no idea what I am."

He recalls the story of your childhood. It dawns on him that whoever your birth parents were, they had to have been powerful people. Possibly not even truly humans.

"Have you ever tried looking for them, you're birth parents."

It's personal, and he knows that the question sends you in slight chaos. There is a sense of dread that runs through his veins. "I haven't." you finally respond. The sinking in his stomach disappears, replaced by a warmth. 

"I already have a family." He wonders if the warmth is due to the memories you've had with your foster parents.

"I can feel how much you love them." It reminds him of the way he treasured his late mother Frigga. There is a lot he's regretted in his life. One of his biggest is possibly not expressing how she never made him feel like less than what he was. She was the one who got him into magic.

"You have someone like that, I can feel it. Who is she?"

You're not at full strength, otherwise you would have just picked the name right from his mind. But you hope that he wants to actually tell you.

"Her name was Frigga. She..she was my mother. She was an incredible person. She didn't deserve to..she shouldn't have died."

His grief, it was so strong. Not what you expected at all. Not for him.

"I'm sorry."

Loki shook his head.

"It's in the past."

"I'm not just talking about her. I'm sorry for what I said before. It was wrong, and cruel. I was trying so hard to look at you like you were a monster because I was pissed at myself. I didn't know how to deal with it, so I just took it out on you. I'm sorry Loki."

Loki smiled at that. 

"I am sorry as well. For everything." his hand tightened, squeezing your palm, and in that room, all you could feel was a general warmth wash over. 

For the first time since you came, you weren't angry.

[sweetmemories2606]

Unforgivable: Gruvia and Jerza fanfic (chapter 7)

It’s been a  while since I posted any chapters here...

Here’s chapter 7. It’s mostly Lyredy, but there are some great Gruvia/Jerza scenes as well. I also added a sneak peek of ch 8 by the end. (NaLu fans should enjoy it) 

                                   The Complications Of Love

"A flower can't choose the place where it blooms, and a child can't choose the parents she's born to"

― Hiro Mashima

"What I felt when I met you was…I can't explain it." Meredy sighed once again.

"You're reading too much into it." Lyon shook his head.

"No, I don't think I am. You saved me, Meredy, in more ways than one." It was her turn to look away, unsurely. "Look at me."

"Why me?" She finally asked the question that had been plaguing her mind for weeks.

"I don't know." He admitted, before a determined look cam upon his face. "Maybe it was fate, destiny, or whatever you might call it."

"I don't believe in fate." She told him.

"I do. I felt it when I met Juvia all those months ago and again when I met you. It was like I was meant to find you." She laughed, shaking her head.

"That's nonsense." Lyon shrugged.

"Maybe. But after the amount of times we've met so unexpectedly, it just feels too coincidental."

They thought back to the first time they had met, on the night of Lamia Scale's big party.

After Meredy rescued him from a rather awkward fall, Lyon decided to ask her to dance- mostly because of Sherry's pressure as she gave him her best scary face; so he didn't want to make her mad .

While at first the pinkette had been caught off guard, she decided to accept his request. So after they helped each other stand up, he took her hand and led her through the dance floor, ignoring other people's curious looks directed at his partner.

Amongst dancing, they talked a lot and she revealed that her name was Meredy, but that was all he got to know about her. She mostly asked him about his life, having known who he was at first glance.

Lyon didn't know why, but he ended up confiding in her about his situation with Juvia and Gray.

Maybe it was the fact that she was so sweet and kind or perhaps he'd just been tired of bottling it all in and pretending like nothing had happened.

In any case, he told her everything, and she was very supportive. When she reassured him that he it was okay for him to have eluded himself thinking that Juvia loved him and hadn't deserved to get his heart broken; his chest was filled with warmth.

Everyone who knew about his heartbreak had told him he was the one to blame for it; that he should've known Juvia didn't feel the same and should've broken up with her before.

However, these people failed to understand that he'd been in love with her, therefore willing to accept even a fake relationship if it meant that he'd get to be near her. But Meredy understood, and he was grateful for that.

It was incredible how easy it was to talk to her; he couldn't deny that he was having a great time. He wanted to learn more about this mysterious woman, but she didn't provide more information. It was truly intriguing.

When they got tired of other people's stares, he decided to take her along the Gardens of Lamia Scale, wanting to be alone with her. She'd followed him after initial reluctance and soon enough they found themselves in the middle of the maze.

With no one in sight, he felt more comfortable as they danced a bit more. She had been laughing after sharing a story about her mother-whom she hadn't named yet- and her happiness was contagious, so Lyon joined her.

He felt light, free and happy like he hadn't in a long time. He wanted to thank her for causing this effect, but before he could, there had been the sound of a giggle. Then another. Her eyes widened, in recognition, he supposed.

Meredy removed her arms from around his neck and walked towards the wall of the maze. After conjuring a sword, she had carefully and silently created a hole in it. And while he'd been confused at first, his own eyes soon widened at the scene on the other side.

There was Erza Scarlet, unmistakably, lying on the grass with a man by her side. Jellal Fernandes, Lyon quickly noted; recognizing the escaped convict that the council had been avidly searching for years.

The two were laughing, unaware of the eyes watching them. Then she moved in to kiss Jellal, much to the ice mage's surprise, and his cheeks warmed up once he realized that she wasn't wearing anything. The thin blanket that Erza had probably conjured to hide them fell a bit, revealing her naked back and once he looked around, Lyon spotted their clothes a few feet away.

His blush increased upon realizing what the two most-likely had been doing before.

"I knew it." Meredy whispered, a smile on her face.

"Knew what?" He questioned, but before she could reply there was the loud ticking of a clock. It was already midnight.

"Oh no." She panicked. "I have to go." She moved away from the hole, missing the moment Jellal stepped away from Erza and began gathering his clothes in a haste.

"What?" Lyon was confused.

"I'm sorry, but I really need to go." Then she began walking away and he grabbed her arm.

"Wait! I'd like to see you again." Meredy froze, so he let it go.

"I can't." He was even more confused.

"Why not?" She didn't reply, instead running away once again.

Amidst her haste, a crystal heel that matched her silver dress came off. He noticed it just as it happened and yelled for her to stop, but she didn't. Kneeling down and picking it up, Lyon inspected the shoe as a small smile came upon his face.

This reminded him of a familiar story and he smiled. He would definitely see her again.

As he had expected, they met again during 2nd day of the Games. He had been having a drink with Ren while discussing wedding details-Sherry and her fiancée had long since asked him to be the best man, which he had gladly accepted-when he saw her.

She entered the restaurant quietly, trying to go by unnoticed. But he had somehow sensed her presence and when he looked back, his eyes widened. Quickly excluding himself, he had walked towards her and shocked cerulean eyes met his before he went outside of the bar.

She had followed him as he led them to a secluded alley. "What are you doing here, Meredy?"

"I… I was looking for Juvia." Hurt crossed his face at the last word, as it always did.

"I see." A small smile came upon her face.

"I saw you fighting yesterday, you did good." He was taken aback.

"You've been watching the Games?" By now he knew exactly who she was and what guild she belonged to; so it came as a surprise that she would be so close to the stadium when the council was still hunting her.

Then again, their focus had been on Jellal recently, so perhaps it wasn't so dangerous for her after all.

"I couldn't resist." Meredy admitted.

"Well, I'm glad to see you. I still have your shoe." Confusion filled her eyes.

"What shoe?" He smiled.

"When you ran away the other night, you dropped it. Don't you remember?" Understanding crossed her face.

"Oh. I didn't really pay attention to it." Lyon shook his head, laughing.

"How could someone not notice that they were missing a heel?" Meredy shrugged.

"I've never been one to care much about clothes or shoes." To which he gave her a charming smile.

"Well for someone who doesn't care, you looked beautiful that night." She blushed, a smile coming upon her face.

"Thank you." They were silent for a few moments, staring at each other unsurely. Until he heard the familiar voice of Ren calling, so Lyon decided to go back.

Before he did so, the ice mage boldly took her right hand and pressed a light kiss to it, surprising Meredy. He was gone before she could say anything about it, leaving her with his last words. "Till next time, Cinderella."

The next time they met was on the seventh day, while dragons had invaded the city of Crocus. The night was hard for everyone as they were forced to fight against the most powerful beings there were and many tragedies happened.

One of those was Gray Fullbuster's mysterious death-then his revival- which brought sorrow to all who were involved.

Juvia, who had been dating him for weeks; Meredy who never got over the time when she almost killed him back on Tenrou Island; and Lyon, who had been harboring hatred because he lost Juvia to him.

He had been forced to watch Juvia's desperate and broken reaction after Gray's death. Once again, the confirmation that she loved his younger brother stabbed at his already broken heart. Seeing her tears and anguish screams was too much to bear and he'd wanted to walk away, but knew he couldn't.

He had forced himself to stay, grateful when Meredy knelt by Juvia's side and took the bluenette into her arms; comforting her like Lyon should have.

Afterwards, when time was suddenly turned back and the tragedy was somehow prevented, he was forced to watch Gray and Juvia's reunion. Their love was so clear that his heart hurt.

He wanted that, always had. At first he had wanted it from her, but after meeting Meredy, he began wondering if perhaps there was someone else for him.

After all, during the night they had met and spent together, it had felt so natural and right. She understood him, his mistakes and hopes; and he understood her desire for a normal life that seemed impossible.

When she suggested they leave the happy couple for a while and led him away from the battle field, Lyon wondered if perhaps she thought the same.

"We should still keep an eye out for the dragons." She warned once they were safely hidden behind a fountain, close to where Juvia and Gray were hugging.

"Meredy." He called her name.

"What's wrong?" Her worried eyes surveyed him, thinking that he was injured.

"Nothing. In fact, I think that, for once, everything might be right." She raised a brow, confused.

"How could that be? We're in the middle of war against dragons." He nodded.

"I know, I know. It's just… You being here. It feels right." The look on her face was priceless.

"What?" Meredy was caught by surprise, that was clear.

"Watch out!" The scream came from Gray, who had just pulled apart from the embrace.

Lyon barely managed to find the three dragons that were aiming at Meredy's back and had to throw both of them on the ground in order to avoid the laser beams.

"Thanks, man." He screamed a thanks to the other man, though neither him nor Juvia could see him since he was now hidden behind the fountain.

"You're crushing me." Meredy pointed out and he quickly removed himself from her.

"Sorry." She stared at him in confusion."Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" He asked back, just as confused. "Saved my life. I could've avoided it on my own."

"I'm not sure." It had come as a reflex, he hadn't really thought before saving her.

"Well, thank you." Meredy gave a smile and she looked so beautiful his heart stopped.

There it was. The familiar feeling every time he had looked at Juvia or kissed her while they had dated. It was overwhelming, a warmth that he didn't feel often.

Thoughtless once again, Lyon leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, catching both of them by surprise.

Present day, at Tartaros' base...

"What about Juvia Lockser? What's to be done about her?" Torafusa was the one who asked.

"Should we retrieve her?" Seilah wondered.

"She has become a liability." Kyoka said.

"It wasn't my daughter's fault." Alison reminded them. "They tricked her into thinking that she had killed Erza Scarlet."

"She should know better than that." Keyes said, a threatening glow in his hollow eyes.

"After spending years training under Hades' command and then managing to infiltrate us, I expected more." Tempester said and Alison's eyes widened.

"Infiltrating?" The demons laughed.

"We're not stupid, Alison." Kyoka said while Seilah smirked. "Of course we knew the girl wasn't truly interested in serving Lord Zeref."

"Then why did you let her in?" The bluenette wondered.

"It was our Lord's idea. Just as with Silver, we didn't question it." Kyoka replied.

"But now it might be time to end this tragic tale." Keyes said.

"No. I won't allow you to eliminate her." Alison shook her head. "She still has so much potential."

"We can't kill her yet anyways." Torafusa said before anyone could retort.

"You're right. We must ensure she isn't the one the prophecy speaks about first." Seilah remembered.

"So we'll wait." Tempester said.

"I already have a lovely idea of how we can punish her." Kyoka smirked, delighted.

In the Royal Palace...

"She's our mother; Alison Fernandes."

"Your mother?" Ultear asked.

"No." Jellal shook his head, refusing to believe it.

"I thought you said she was dead?" Gray remembered.

"She is dead!" The former insisted. "She died shortly before Juliet disappeared; I remember it so clearly."

"I know, I thought that too." Juvia sighed. "But it wasn't true. That's just what she wanted us to believe."

"What kind of mother would make her own children believe that she was dead?" Lucy asked, completely shocked.

Her face paled while she held tightly onto the note, which didn't go unnoticed by Natsu. Confusion and curiosity crossed his face, but he said nothing.

"How long have you known this?" Jellal turned to Juvia, accusatory, while pulling apart from Erza.

"A few weeks." Seeing anger cross his face, the bluenette quickly added "She insisted that I shouldn't tell you."

"I didn't know Alison had two children. She only talked about her daughter." Silver whispered at the same time, staring between the two siblings in confusion.

"You should've told me, Juliet!" Jellal shook his head.

"Juvia. I don't intend to go back to being Juliet Fernandes; that was 10 years ago." She replied.

"So your mother wants to kill me?" Erza spoke, trying to appear calm and unafraid.

"She's not my mother." Jellal insisted. "She never was."

"And I thought my dad was difficult." Lucy commented.

"I don't understand. Why would she just leave? Why fake her death?" Levy wondered.

"Because she's evil." Everyone raised brows at Juvia's response.

"That's not an answer." Natsu told her, crossing his arms.

"It is. Alison is…darker than any human I've ever met." Silver said, catching their attention.

"She joined Tartarus because she wanted to; she wanted to be close to Zeref. She's completely insane!" Juvia told everyone, shaking her head.

"And now she's coming after Erza." Lucy reminded and Jellal stepped closer to the red head. "She'll have to go through me first."

"Me too. I know I didn't protect you before, but I will do now." Juvia told Erza.

"We'll all make sure she doesn't get near you." Lucy reassured and the latter smiled.

"Thank you, but you don't need to. I can handle myself just fine." Ultear shook her head at this.

"Not at the moment. You can't use too much magic anymore, so that makes you vulnerable." This had most of them confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Unknown by anyone, two figures watched their conversation through a lacrima.

"What do you think they're talking about?" The first asked. She had brown hair and eyes.

"I'm not sure." The other frowned; her hair was dark and long and her eyes a bright green.

Their names were Milliana and Kagura; and they were members of Mermaid Heel.

"Why can't you use magic?" Lucy eyed the red head worriedly.

Erza and Jellal shared a look before she sighed. "I suppose it's no use keeping it a secret."

"Keeping what secret?" Gajeel asked, impatient.

They didn't reply; both had nervous looks upon their faces as Jellal approached her once again, taking her hand.

"If you want me to…" Erza shook her head.

"No, I can do it." Ultear rolled her eyes.

"If it's left to the two of you, they'll never know." Turning to the impatient group, she revealed the secret that would change everything. "Erza's pregnant."

"What?" Lucy asked, eyes wide.

"No way!" Gray and Gajeel screamed in unison, shaking their heads.

"Damn! I knew something about your smell was different!" Natsu yelled.

"But what does that mean?" Young Wendy whispered, confused, and Levy knelt down before whispering something in her ear, which made her blush.

"No." Meanwhile, Juvia shook her head, tears beginning to stream down her face.

"Juliet..." Jellal worriedly called upon hearing thunder.

"No, I…What did I do?" The bluenette dropped to her knees, crying, while the rain began to fall.

"She's losing control again." Ultear remarked, worried.

"Juvia!" Gray called, but the only answer were her sobs. She was muttering things, inaudible to anyone but the dragon slayers, who flinched.

"Pregnant. A baby. Killed. No, I couldn't…Never forgive…" The ever present necklace around her neck was glowing dark blue and they could feel her magic now. Her real magic; it was truly much stronger than they could've imagined.

"Ultear, you must stop her before someone gets hurt!" Jellal pleaded, stepping in front of Erza protectively before turning around and wrapping his arms around her.

"Natsu!" Lucy squeaked when he suddenly grabbed her.

"Sorry, Luce. Just stay behind me." He ignored her sounds of protest as she reached for her keys.

"This power is so strong!" Levy said while hugging Wendy; Gajeel stood in front of them.

"Juvia, please. Calm down." Gray pleaded as the rain fell harder, quickly drenching them.

"Step away, son!" Silver warned while quickly approaching the bluenette and kneeling down by her side.

"What are you doing?" Ultear asked, eying him suspiciously.

"Helping her control it." They watched in shock as ice seemed to have flown out of his body, freezing the grass where him and Juvia were. "Juvia, can you hear me?"

"Sorry. So sorry. No, not the baby." She was still whispering, clearly having a panic attack.

"It wasn't your fault. Alison tricked you." She shook her head.

"No, I…I killed…" Silver placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Erza is alive. You didn't kill her." It wasn't enough. The rain wasn't stopping and a dark cloud began to envelop her; the necklace no longer able to contain her demon slaying powers.

"This is seriously so strong!" Gajeel yelled, impressed. He had turned into his iron-shadow dragon form while Natsu was in fire-lightening mode.

They weren't sure what could happen if Juvia lost control of her powers, but weren't willing to risk finding out. The reminder that a woman had once died because of it was enough to push them to be cautious.

Jellal thought the same; he had activated his full power and was prepared to do whatever it took to protect Erza. Meanwhile, she had a frustrated look upon her face, but a hand pressed against her stomach reminded why she couldn't fight.

"You should get out of here!" Ultear warned, knowing they wouldn't.

"I'm sorry!" Juvia screamed loudly just before water flew out of her body in all directions.

Thankfully the others were able to block it. However, Gajeel groaned in pain after using his iron sword. "Damn it!" They were shocked that the water had somehow destroyed most of it.

"How?" Lucy stared at him in confusion.

"It's poisoned." Ultear explained. She had used ice magic to block it; same as Gray.

"Poisoned?" The latter asked.

"That's what makes her different from a normal water user. She can turn any liquid into poison; even blood." Jellal replied and their eyes widened.

"That's cool." Natsu said; the others didn't agree so much.

Meanwhile, Silver sighed. "I supposed that leaves me with no choice." Before they could wonder why he seemed unaffected by the poisonous water, he had brought a hand to Juvia's forehead.

After a few seconds, the bluenette fell forward, clearly unconscious.

"What the hell did you do?" Ultear asked, murder in her eyes.

"I knocked her out. It was the only way to stop the power flow." He explained and, sure enough, the rain began to dimmer until it was gone.

"Was that really necessary?" Lucy asked, raising a brow.

"Juvia!" Meanwhile, a worried Gray rushed towards his girlfriend, taking her from Silver's arms.

"She'll be fine, son." The latter reassured him.

"After everything that happened tonight, I doubt that." Jellal disagreed.

"She'll never forgive herself; it will be like when Stella died all over again." Ultear whispered, shaking her head at the memories.

"We'll help her move on." Erza said, stepping away from Jellal's protection.

"Yeah, we won't let her keep blaming herself for something this Alison had her do." Lucy nodded in agreement.

"What about the rest? Will you forgive her?" Ultear wondered and they silenced. That was the question crossing all of their minds. Could they forgive her? Could they move past the fact that she had lied about everything?

SNEAK PEEK:

"I thought you understood that I didn't want to be followed, Natsu." He frowned while continuing to approach her.

"I knew something was bothering you, so I had to come. Please don't be mad." She couldn't help but to smile.

"I'm not mad at you." Relief crossed his face.

"Then will you tell me what's wrong?" Lucy bit her lip. Sharing the note meant acknowledging the importance of it and she still refused to do so.

"It's nothing." As always, Natsu saw right through her.

"Come on, Luce. You can trust me." He was close now, too close.

"You're too close." She tried pushing him away, but this time he didn't move.

"Is it about this note?" Her eyes widened when she saw that it was holding it.

"How did you…It doesn't matter. Give it to me." He shook his head, stubbornly.

"Sorry, Luce. But if you won't tell me what's wrong, I'll just have to find out for myself." Natsu knew it was wrong and that she would be mad. However, he was truly worried about her since she had been acting weird for a few days now. He needed to know, so that he could make it okay.

[lazare-spyofblu-a]

Mobile About!

It is, of course, the same as his regular about. Just, you know, in an actual post. Anyway...

Lazare Frorich Moreau, occasionally referred to as L, is a BLU Spy OC of mine. Here’s what you should know, starting with some bullets of general information:

His voice is deep and smooth, and it’s not quiet, per se, but it’s at a slightly lower volume than average. He’s just not loud, really. Dulcet tones, a bass/baritone sort of voice. There we go. Okay-ish description.

Lazare is bisexual, no preference.

His birthday is November 11th.

He suffers from clinically diagnosed anxiety. Social and general, and VERY MILD ADHD, which he takes medicine for, along with his anxiety.

He’s an ENFP Scorpio Hufflepuff, if you’re into those sort of analyses.

Those glasses he wears? He needs them, and badly. The man is terribly nearsighted.

Contacts, though more practical, are incredibly uncomfortable for him, so he refuses to wear them.

Lazare is incredibly loving and affectionate, but only to those he knows well/is romantically involved with, of course.

He’s very kind in general, but again, only to people he’s comfortable with.

He drinks a lot of coffee, and likes it with a lot of cream and sugar.

He isn’t very good at dancing. Very stiff, and self-conscious about it.

This man is the biggest fucking coward… on the battlefield. Outside of it, he’s learning to be less afraid when it comes to his interactions with others.

The four languages he’s fluent in are French, German, English, and Spanish. He’s currently leaning Italian and Russian.

Lazare has a massive sweet tooth. I’ll be honest here: bake something sweet for him and he’ll warm up to you a bit quicker.

Especially cake.

He’s come to make so many good friends at this job that he doesn’t want to leave, but at the same time, desperately wants to get away from all the killing. He just wants that part of his life behind him for good. The confidentiality is also a hard aspect. He has people outside of work that he’s close to, as does everyone, and he hates having to keep track of all of his lies for the sake of both the company and the fact that people would know that he’s, you know, a murderer.

Overly emotional, anxious, a bit clumsy, and dependent on caffeine, Lazare is nowhere near perfect. Other flaws include being very indecisive/wishy washy, easily stressed, having an unforgiving nature or holding grudges, being a touch spacey/forgetful, and too sensitive.

Lazare isn’t fully French. His mother was German and met his father by chance in Belgium, him for a family reunion, and her because she felt like it. They were the only two people at a quiet café, so having nothing else to do, they just started conversing, and exchanged numbers, wanting to be friends. They became a lot more than that, of course, having gotten married and bringing Lazare and his sister Ada into the world.

Team Fortress-specific Information:

Lazare’s loadout consists of his own suit, nothing in-game, and for weapons, he wields a Diamondback and his own switchblade, which functions as a Big Earner would. He alternates between the Cloak and Dagger and the Dead Ringer very frequently. Uses stock Sapper, but does own an Ap-Sap that he keeps lying around somewhere.

He travels from base-to-base, but his home base is Doublecross.

Other than that, function-wise, he’s a normal Shpee.

Physical Description:

Lazare has a narrow, angular face, with a sharp jawline, and has a bit of stubble. He’s got a prominent, bridged nose, and warm, chestnut-colored eyes, that appear to be a little larger than they truly are, due to how the prescription of his glasses magnifies them a bit. They’re a bit more rounded in shape, his eyes. The glasses have large, rounded, tortoiseshell frames with thick-ish lenses. His eyebrows are thick and, for whatever reason, are a little darker than his hair, which is a light-ish brown, also of a warmer hue. Almost auburn, but not quite. His lips are pretty average, as are his ears. He wears his hair in what used to be an undercut, but has since grown out into something a bit more even, and it’s wavy, and slightly unruly. When he wears the mask, it always ends up poking out, flopping over his right eye.

He’s thin, around 150 pounds, and not all that muscular, though there is a teeny bit of tone to his arms and legs. You could describe him as lanky and bird-boned, for the most part. He does have a little bit of pudge on his stomach and thighs, though. He doesn’t have many noticeable scars, as he was careful in freelance and Respawn takes care of them, but (TW SELF HARM, scroll down to the next paragraph if this bothers you,) he has some cut marks on his lap. They’re pretty faded, though.

His hands are slender, and of average size, with long palms and fingers. He keeps his fingernails cut very short, because if he doesn’t, he has a tendency to bite his nails. Feet are a little larger than average, and are, like his hands, slender. His legs, in proportion to the rest of him, are longer than average.

On his back, he bears a tattoo of raven’s wings, and has one of a sunflower over his heart, and one more tattoo over his hip, one of daisies. He plans to get more.

Backstory:

Born and raised near Nice, France, Lazare spent his childhood with both of his loving parents, and his little sister, Ada Moreau. As a child, Lazare was curious, kind, and nerdy, as he sort of is now. While outgoing, it wasn’t uncommon to find him by himself, in a tree, with his nose in a book. For an extrovert, he needed a lot of alone time and quiet, and still sort of does.

He never had a group of friends, per se, but instead made friends with a lot of different types of people, and hung out with them individually.

Always himself, and never changing for anyone, Lazare showed his sweetness, was open and honestly loved who he was. He didn’t start doubting himself until the French equivalent ninth grade, when he had this one particular bully who would make jabs at him every second he could. He was always able to pretend to keep his head high, but it did begin to hurt. The worst of it was when he was punched in the face by this kid and called a barrage of homophobic slurs for being who he was. He retaliated, stabbing his arm and drawing blood with a sharp, broken pen, and both boys were suspended. Neither bothered the other one at all after that.

Lazare participated in a lot of clubs, and found his passion for acting in high school, where he joined the improv club, did all sorts of things in the theatre department, and starred in quite a few school productions. He was happy as he could be, getting to play different characters and express himself fully in this way, and then he decided that that was what he wanted to do with his life.

After graduating, he set off for Paris, as he’d landed himself in an acting school, and performed (pun intended) well. His friends were outside of school, and they did… shady things. Theft, espionage, the like, and one offered him a job. Just a single mission, and Lazare thought, “Oh, why not?” and went out, stealing information and bringing it back to his friend.

He was paid a considerable amount, and was offered another job through this friend doing something similar.

And he was paid again.

Gradually, Lazare became somewhat addicted to the adrenaline, the risk, and the reward, the whole cycle of this espionage gig, and he stupidly abandoned acting school to pursue it.

And disappeared.

Lazare Moreau fell off the face of the planet to everyone except for his family, now using the identity Corbin Noir for everything. He changed his appearance, dyeing his hair black and contouring his face a bit to look even sharper, more angular.

“Corbin” continued with espionage, doing more drastic, large-scale work, hardening himself up as he went along. He lost his softness, his kindness. Eventually, he was asked to kill someone.

By this point, Lazare thought of himself as nothing more than a spy, a machine, and he was greedy beyond belief, and the amount he was being offered was more than he could refuse.

So, he got away with a murder.

Lazare had made a friend named Charles, a romance novelist, and Charles was the only man Lazare could open up to, and even then, he kept most of his adventures in espionage locked away inside of himself. Charles was there for Lazare through thick and thin, just as Lazare was for Charles.

Not even his girlfriend at the time, Ella Martin, really knew what Lazare truly did. Who he truly was. She simply loved, no, lusted after Corbin, and as their relationship went on, she grew manipulative, and put Lazare down constantly. She was superficial, and made Lazare feel like he couldn’t say no. He felt trapped, but was sure that this was what love felt like.

As all of this was going on, his father had grown very sick from his nervous chain-smoking, and contracted lung cancer.

Lazare visited his father in the hospital as much as he could, crying his eyes out, as he was about to lose something so monumentally important to him, and when his father passed away, he just felt even more broken. His mother started drinking, and grew mean, and yelled at Lazare, blaming him for his father’s death, for not being around more often, and she moved back to Germany.

Leaving Lazare alone, with Ella and Charles as his only hope.

He continued in espionage, eventually murdering two more people, and growing more and more depressed and alone.

One night, he caught Ella and Charles together, and was shocked and disgusted with the both of them. After all that Lazare and Charles had been through, and Charles still went and accepted Ella’s advances.

Really, though, he had seen this end with Ella coming. She’d been growing distant, disinterested, and seemed to be talking down to him more than she was showing any sort of affection.

The two had been living together, and that night, Lazare kicked Ella out of his apartment, and cut off contact with Charles.

He was truly alone.

It hurt.

He felt as if nothing was left. Ada hardly called, and no one else was around. For a few days, he isolated himself in his apartment, alone, barely eating and sleeping far too much, and at one point, stood on the roof of the building, debating whether or not to throw himself off of the edge, ending the slowly increasing but excruciating pain of being who he was at that time. It was then that his thoughts of jumping were interrupted by the roaring of a jet overhead. In a city like Paris, it was common, but in that moment, it gave Lazare an idea.

I should start over, he thought. I’ve got the money, and I don’t have much to take.

He gathered his things, and left for America, where Corbin now dropped off the face of the earth, and did start again.

Bouncing from job to job, Lazare’s life was the boring equivalent of a nightmare, until one day, he found an odd, tiny newspaper ad for a job at Mann Co. Even though he swore not to get back into espionage, he did anyway, because he feared he would die alone and of boredom if he didn’t.

It wasn’t what he expected. Instead of being by himself, he was with a team, fighting battles, killing people only for them to come back, and dying many a time himself. It was more active, and while he was constantly on edge, he finally wasn't bored.

But he was still somewhat alone, in his heart.

He’d been keeping to himself this whole time, never talking to anyone outside of battle, insisting to be called only by his initial, for confidentiality’s sake, of course.

That is, until he realized that nothing he did mattered. None of these people were going to take him back to France and lock him up if they knew who he was. His actions couldn’t even be traced to his real name, anyway. He’d made sure of that.

So, gradually, he began to open up. And for the first time in years, he had true friends. He cared for them, and let it show, pouring out just a bit of that softness that he used to have.

This went on. He made more friends, he let himself be happy, and he eventually found himself again.

Which brings us to now.