#sobs I wish there was more bottom Luci content...

[rius-cave]

Hi riu. I’m just gonna pull a blitzo and ask you this. In the Adamsapple shipping dynamic who tops?. Adam or lucifer?. Also I’m thinking creating an adamsapple inspired outfit with some clothes from my closet.. here lucifer have some ducks 😊✨🐤

If you're asking that question then I suppose you haven't seen much of my stuff dfgjdfkgKDFGJDFGDF

I definitely lean more towards Luci top! I do think in general Lucifer is dominant most of the time. THOUGH, for the actual ACTIONS of topping and bottoming, I personally prefer it being more flexible.

My biggest reason for this is, no it's not because Adam would be assertive (though I think he can be) no it's not because Adam would convince Lucifer to bottom for him, no it's not because Lucifer is an uwu shy and submissive bottom.

It's because you cannot look at this man

And then look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't like it up the ass!!!!! You just can't!!! There's no argument that will convince me!!!! This man spreads his legs and that's final!!!!!! Lucifer being an exclusive top is the most OOC thing for me!!!!

Anyway rant over, those are cute ducks LOL

[ajerzaaddict]

Let’s make things right between us

Jellal believed that Erza shouldn't be with him for valid reasons, but Erza thought otherwise. And she would fight until she make things right between them.

Rated: M

Words: 5.8k+

FFN

I can’t believe I’ve actually come up with 5.8k+ words for a oneshot. And it has taken me near 6 months to complete this, as I checked that I actually created the doc on 31/3/2021. The lack of canon contents was discouraging me, and there were other things occupying me as well. So usually I wrote a few paragraphs and then would put it aside for weeks. Anyway, I’m so glad that I’ve done it and happy with the outcome. I really hope that you find this rollercoaster of Jerza filled with hurt / comfort / sexy time enjoyable to read.

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"Jellal."

His shoulders stiffened when Jellal heard his name being uttered by the voice he yearned but also feared to hear. Slowly, he turned his head to look at the uninvited visitor.

"Erza." There was a tightness in Jellal's voice. He was slightly irritated, but mostly nervous. "How did you find me here?"

"I'm sorry I can't tell you. I've promised confidentiality to my source." Erza opened the wooden gate and stepped into the backyard.

"Nevermind." Jellal sighed. His location should only be known to his former guild mates. "Then may I ask what brings you to me?"

Erza looked at Jellal with a piercing gaze. "It has taken me hours to come to see you. How about you being a friendly host, inviting me to your cottage for a seat and offering me a cup of tea? Then I can answer whatever questions you have for me."

Jellal stared back at Erza as he considered the options he had, but decided there was none other than complying with Erza's request because she definitely would not take his rejection as an answer. He took a deep breath, then exhaled.

"Please come in." He finally looked away from Erza as he injected his magic force into the magic-driven wheelchair through the body-link to move himself towards the cottage's backdoor.

Erza followed Jellal in silence. Passing through the backdoor, they entered the dining room equipped with an open kitchen.

Erza was surprised to find there was a woman in the room, and her heart suddenly felt heavy. The woman was a blonde like Lucy but had short hair. She was in the middle of clearing the dishes when she sensed their presence and turned to look at them. Erza studied her face and guessed that she was of a similar age to Jellal, not older than thirty.

"Mr. Fernandes." The woman greeted Jellal before fixing her gaze on Erza. "Oh, you have a guest. Would you like me to serve you and this lady anything?"

"Thanks, Iris. There's no such need. I have something private to discuss with my guest, so you can leave earlier today."

Iris nodded her understanding and took off the apron and put it in the kitchen drawer. "Then I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Fernandes."

"See you tomorrow, Iris. Thanks for your hard work today."

"Not a problem." Iris smiled at Jellal before she excused herself.

"Take a seat." Jellal told Erza after Iris left the room.

"Is Iris your domestic helper?" Erza tried to ask casually as she took her seat at one of the two chairs placed by a small round dining table.

"She's not merely a domestic helper. She's my caretaker as well, assisting me in doing things I can't handle on my own in daily life." Jellal answered while moving to the stove cabinet that was clearly specially made lower to suit his height in the wheelchair. "I'm sorry that I only have coffee but not tea. Or would you rather have water?"

"Water will be fine, thanks."

Jellal filled two glasses of water and put them in a tray. He then placed the tray on his lap and directed the wheelchair to the dining table. He settled himself at Erza's opposite before placing the tray on top of the table.

Erza picked up one glass and took a mouthful of water; while Jellal simply watched her and left his glass untouched on the tray, waiting in silence.

"I'm here to fight for my happiness." Erza said as she laid the glass on the table, and looked straight into Jellal's eyes. "And I won't leave until I get what I want."

Jellal balled his hand around the wheelchair's armrest as he willed himself to hold Erza's determined gaze which seemed to penetrate his soul. "You've come to the wrong person, Erza. What you are looking for is not something I can offer you."

Erza snorted. "You sound like you really know what can make me happy, better than I do. But Jellal, you don't really. You need to stop deciding what is the best for me and assuming you can't give me what I need."

"Aren't you assuming, too, Erza?" Jellal questioned, raising his voice in frustration. He knew Erza didn't like being challenged but he was also not afraid of confronting her when needed. "Didn't you sound like you know me better than I know myself when it comes to what I'm capable of giving and what not?"

Erza slammed her hands on the table top, shooting up from her chair. "Then let's speak our minds and make things clear for each other once and for all, and stop making assumptions any further." She paused and swallowed. "I love you, Jellal. I have a crush on you the moment you named me Scarlet and since then I've never stopped loving you."

"Stop it please, Erza." Jellal asked in a distressed tone.

Leaning forward, Erza grabbed Jellal's shirt and pulled him closer.

"I've never stopped wishing for us to be together one day since I met you again before the Grand Magic Games. After Zeref and Achnologia have been defeated, after you've been pardoned by the Queen, I thought my wish would come true finally." Angry and hurtful tears pricked at the corners of Erza's eyes.

Gritting his teeth, Jellal turned his head to the side and closed his eyes as it was too much for him to watch Erza crying sadly because of him once again.

"Yet you avoided me when I tried to reach you after you were pandonned, and chose to isolate yourself, not giving me a chance, not giving yourself a chance, to find the happiness we deserve together. "

Jellal grasped Erza's wrist as he came face to face with her again. "What kind of happiness can you find in taking care of a handicapped man like me for the rest of your life, Erza?" He questioned in a grave tone. "You'll just find I'm nothing but a burden to you eventually."

Erza searched Jellal's eyes. She found herself still being enthralled by their beautiful deep blue color which reminded her of the ocean at night. But it also pained her to see that they were dimmed by sorrow which blocked out the light of hope.

"Why are you having so little trust in me even though I've shown you time after time and crisis after crisis, that I'll never give up on you no matter what happens to you, Jellal?" Teardrops rolling down her face like a chain of pearls. "And how can you still belittle yourself as nothing but a burden? You've protected me from danger and comforted me in ways no other could when I was vulnerable despite your physical disabilities!"

"But I couldn't even have come to your side without someone else's help!" Jellal cried out in pain. "There are many things I can no longer do on my own and I must rely on a caretaker to live my everyday life. And I don't want you to shoulder such a duty for a lifetime!" Jellal lowered his head as he could no longer hold back his tears from falling. "I'm very sorry to disappoint you, Erza. I'm very sorry you've invested your love in the wrong person, that is me. Please don't waste your time on me anymore. You should live freely, not be bound by me."

Jellal wouldn't be surprised if Erza rebuked him, or even slapped him in the face, for being a coward who didn't dare to accept the love of his life because he didn't know how to overcome his insecurity. He wished she would. He deserved to receive her anger. But what descended on him was only a heavy silence which seemed to suffocate him.

"I'm already tired of you forcing your vision of freedom on me. It never ended well."

Erza's voice was nothing more than a whisper, but her words were crystal clear and sharp like her sword, breaking the silence as well as slicing through Jellal's heart. Placing his hand over his left chest as he felt his heart aching, Jellal slowly raised his head, glancing at Erza with anguish-filled eyes.

Erza released Jellal's shirt from her hold. Wiping her cheeks with both hands, she tried to dry them from her tears, before she took a few deep breaths to force down her sobbing.

"You so desperately want me to leave you, don't you? Then this is how you can make it." She kneeled in front of Jellal such that she could look into his eyes on the same level. "You only need to look me in the eyes and tell me that my love for you is one-sided all along, that you've never loved me, and you never will."

Jellal's eyes widened in disbelief. "Erza…"

"Tell me what I've told you, and I'll gather the pieces of my broken heart and disappear from your life forever ."

"Have I not already made my point clear enough for you, Erza? Why can't you just accept the reasons I've given you?" In a shaky voice, Jellal almost cried out his questions.

"I'm waiting, Jellal. If you can't tell me to go from the bottom of your heart, then allow me to stay."

"Just…...leave me alone." Jellal shut his eyes and balled his hand over his chest.

"Look at me Jellal!"

Countless moments in their past flashed across Jellal's mind, like a movie being played fast-backward. He still remembered it like yesterday, the joyful look on Erza's face when he named her Scarlet, and the first taste of falling in love when she thanked him with a timid smile which made his heart skip a beat and jump unusually quick. Their fate had intertwined since then. To deny that he had been in love with Erza since they were young teenagers was like abandoning the most influential element which made up the Jellal Fernandes he was today.

Yet, he believed he was a man who was already too broken to be repaired anyway. It seemed like a fitting fate for him to lose himself more by severing his ties with Erza completely. He told himself that it would also release Erza from his bond, so he should not hesitate to become a cruel man to smash Erza's heart, as well as his own.

Jellal had never felt his eyelids so heavy before when he opened his eyes again to look at Erza, the woman who was like the force of his life. Putting down his hands on the armrests, he held them firmly as he felt his body trembling.

"Your love for me is an unrequited one and I never…"

He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence.

In a lighting speed, Erza had held Jellal's face between her hands and crashed her mouth over his.

Startled by Erza's sudden advancement, Jellal was immobilized as Erza greedily tasted him. He grabbed her shoulders once the initial shock was over, trying to push her away. But Erza refused to let him go. As they struggled against each other, the wheelchair, being unable to withstand their combined forces, lost its balance. Jellal fell forward and into Erza, landing on top of her as Erza fell backward on the floor.

They were both panting as they took a break from their fight and kiss. Jellal's face was buried in Erza's hair and between her head and shoulder. Her scent was alluring, that it took every ounce of his will for him to not give in to her seduction and stay but to distance himself from her by pushing his upper body up.

He looked into Erza's teary red eyes and sighed. "You've never planned to actually accept my rejection, didn't you?"

"I simply can't lose you." Erza admitted with a bitter smile. "And I shouldn't have challenged you, forcing you to say things which were against your heart and will. For that I apologize."

"And I'm sorry for trying to tell the biggest lie to you. But Erza." His eyes were filled with sadness but also tenderness as Jellal gazed at Erza. "You must understand that love can't be the solution to everything. And you must accept that even if we are in love with each other, being together still may not be the best choice for the both of us."

"Love can't be the solution to everything, but it's what motivates us to find one even when the problem seems unsolvable. It's the force which keeps us moving forward when we feel tired and weak. Love gives us comfort and warmth and courage which helps us to endure suffering when life gets cruel." Holding Jellal's shoulders, Erza rolled them over and got on top of him. "But not everyone is lucky enough to find love in life. There's no other worse choice than rejecting love when we are blessed with it. I really, really, hope that we can treasure the love we found in each other and allow its power to grow on us."

Jellal breathed a sigh and smiled a small knowing smile. "You are ever optimistic, Erza."

"That's why I'm a perfect match for you who is ever pessimistic. We can balance each other out."

Gently, Erza held Jellal's right cheek in her palm.

"Do you love me, Jellal?"

Jellal knew he should not evade the issue again as they were trying to make peace with each other after going through an angst drama.

"Always."

"Do you love me?"

Jellal breathed deeply. "I love you, Erza." He said it with his clearest voice and firmest tone. "I always do, and always will."

"Thank you." Smiling, Erza whispered, then lowered her head and pressed her lips over Jellal's. This time, she kissed him less forcefully but more sensually.

Jellal was hesitant to react, but also unable to reject Erza. Having admitted his love for her was like having his heart stripped of the steel wall he built around it, making it impossible for him to pretend any further that he didn't enjoy her kiss. When Erza traced his lips with the tip of her tongue asking for entrance to his mouth, he finally let go of his last restraint and gave in to his desire.

Running his fingers through Erza's hair at the back of her head, Jellal opened his mouth and wrapped his tongue around her intruding one. He had never known a taste as toxic as Erza Scarlet in his life. He forced their tongues into her mouth as his desire to taste her more thoroughly grew beyond his control. He explored her warm, wet cavern as far as his tongue could reach, as well as stroking her tongue with his.

Erza felt dizzy. Jellal had not only taken away her breath and emptied her mind as he kissed her eagerly and dominantly, but had also ignited an aching need deep in her core and between her thighs. Moaning deep in her throat, she ground her groin against Jellal's.

Jellal snapped out of the spell of the kiss and regained his senses as Erza's action made him realize that he had led them to something he feared to face. His hand slid down Erza's head. Grabbing her shoulder, he pushed her away from him, breaking their kiss finally.

A thread of their mixed saliva stretched between their parted lips as they both panted heavily to draw air in their lungs.

"I can't." Jellal said once his breathing resumed normal.

Disappointment flashed across Erza's face but she managed to keep her negative emotion at bay.

"What do you mean? What are you worried about?" She asked Jellal in a concerned tone.

Jellal covered his eyes with his palm. He had wished that he would never need to reveal his disturbing problem to Erza. He could have kept it in the dark if Erza had accepted his rejection and left. But now, after he had failed to convince her to give up on him and even given her hope in their relationship with his confession of love, he knew he must tell her the truth. She needed to know it.

"My injury has not only rendered my legs useless." Jellal paused, tasting an unusual bitterness on his tongue. Or the taste was only from his imagination, reflecting his unwillingness to admit his incompetence to Erza. He swallowed hard before continuing. "I'm…...suffering from a certain degree of…...sexual dysfunction, too."

Silence engulfed them once again. After a moment, Erza held Jellal's hand over his eyes and tried to pull it away from his face. To her relief, Jellal had not put up much resistance; although he had chosen to look sideways instead of at her after she uncovered his face. She didn't blame his act of avoidance. She tried to make him at ease, caressing his forehead with her fingertips. Then she ran her fingers along his eyebrows and traced the shape of his facial tattoo, before she palmed his face, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.

Jellal casted a glance at Erza. He didn't look as stressed as a moment ago, and heaved a quiet sigh. "You have every right to change your mind and leave me, Erza. And I won’t blame you."

Erza smiled a little, shaking her head. "I didn't come here looking for you unprepared, Jellal."

She straightened her back and moved to Jellal's side. Kneeling on one knee, she picked Jellal off the floor in bridal style.

Out of instinct, Jellal wrapped his arms around Erza's neck to steady himself, and his face turned slightly pink out of embarrassment.

"Erza? What are you doing?" He asked in a voice laced with anxiety.

"I don't suppose the hard floor is a comfortable place for you to lie on." Erza answered matter-of-factly as she walked out of the dining room.

On the other side of the door was the living room which was furnished with a two-seat couch, a coffee table, two bookshelves and a fireplace. Erza glanced around, then moved towards the two closed doors on her left-hand side.

"Is your bedroom behind one of these doors?"

"The one…...on the right." Jellal answered hesitantly as he was still unsure about the purpose behind Erza's action.

"Could you help open the door for us to go in?"

"What are you planning, Erza?"

"I just want you to loosen up while we try to sort things out between us."

Jellal sighed, not being completely convinced by Erza's answer. He did what she asked anyway.

Erza closed the door with her feet after entering Jellal's bedroom. She tenderly laid Jellal down in his bed ensuring that she would not hurt him, before she joined him in the bed. She lay back down beside him and rolled onto her side. She then rested her forehead against his strong upper arm while she held his hand in one of hers and put her other arm around his chest.

"When I decided that I would do anything to bring you back to me, I borrowed books trying to find out what kind of health issues and inconveniences would be faced by people who suffered the similar injuries as yours in their daily lives, and to learn some caretaking skills. Things were much more difficult to understand than I originally expected, though." Erza laughed dryly as she admitted her incompetence.

Jellal said nothing, but Erza knew he was listening intently, feeling his chest expand and contract under her arm as he breathed in and out deeply.

"Luckily Wendy was nearby and always helpful when I asked her questions; and also Porlyurisca, despite her resentment towards human contact, has given me some professional advice on things Wendy couldn't answer. She's always a little bit more lenient to me than to other people when I need her help."

Erza lifted her face to look at Jellal as her hand slid up his chest and found his face. Their eyes met when Jellal turned his face towards her.

"What you have just confessed on the floor of the dining room…...was one of the things I've prepared to face once we become a couple. It's not a big deal. There are many ways which allow us to satisfy each other." She looked away for a moment and lowered her voice. "It's also possible for us to make our own babies with the help of some tools if it's what we want. But no matter what." She turned her gaze back on Jellal. "I won't give you up because of this issue, or any other challenges."

Jellal cradled Erza's cheek in his palm; and tears appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Erza asked gently. "What's it about this time?"

"I haven't expected that behind your resolution in being with me, you've made such a big effort to understand my circumstances, and to prepare yourself for living with me. I assumed you came to find me without knowing all the troubles I'm facing or you may face to be with me, and said something terrible to you. I'm truly sorry."

"I didn't blame you. Like what I've said earlier, I knew that love can't be the solution to everything. So I tried to find out what challenges await me to become a part of your life, and to prepare myself to face them. Jellal, I'm truly ready."

"I trust you are. I'm just...worried that the responsibility of looking after me will tire you out in the long run because things could be more difficult in real life than they look on paper. Iris is already the third caretaker I hire. The previous two quit in less than three months because they felt the workload was too heavy."

Erza chuckled. "You don't compare me with ordinary people. Have you forgotten which guild I come from? I've helped look after a guild filled with some of the most difficult people to handle on the continent for years, yet I'm still good and don't find it a problem. But we would probably need a part-time helper so that someone can assist you when I'm away for long. Anyway, listen, Jellal." Erza put on a serious look. "I truly hope that you are finally convinced that we can be together, and understand that it will bring me infinite joy instead of making me miserable, with everything I've said and done."

Jellal took Erza's hand and placed it over his loudly-beating heart.

"I'm a handicapped man with a broken heart. I feel…...very inferior to you, the best woman and also person I've ever known, and ashamed to offer myself to you. But…...I'm all yours as long as you want me."

"You are my treasure and all I want." Tipping her head upward, Erza closed the distance between her lips and Jellal's. It delighted her that Jellal responded immediately, kissing her back. Their lips moved against each other in an unhurried yet fervent manner as they tried to enjoy the moment but also couldn't get enough of each other. Only when their lungs screamed for air that they finally pulled away from each other.

Erza slid one leg over Jellal's thighs and got on top of him as soon as her breathing had returned to normal, and used her equip magic to change into nothing but her underwear: a set of bra and panties made of thin white lace embroidered with flower patterns which barely covered her nipples and private area.

Jellal widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. He was not only unprepared for Erza's bold action, but he was also in awe seeing the divine beauty of her almost naked form. He took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart before he was finally able to take his eyes off Erza's glorious body but to look at her face instead. He found that her face had already turned rose-pink, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. Despite appearing shy and nervous, she chose to look at him instead of avoiding his gaze.

"We have time. We can take things slow." Jellal suggested. He didn't want Erza to force herself to do something she didn't feel comfortable with. And he wasn't sure if he really should develop physical intimacy with Erza in the current moment. Everything between them seemed to progress too fast all of a sudden and out of his grasp.

Erza shook her head.

"Eighteen years have passed since we parted ways in the Tower of Heaven against our will. I think we should make up for the immense time we've lost without further waiting."

Leaning forward, Erza laid her body flat against Jellal's and held his face to kiss him again. Jellal slid one hand to her bare back and weaved the other into her hair as he opened his mouth to welcome her tongue in, choosing to go with the flow and abandoning his hesitation.

Their kiss came to a halt when Erza drew back. She took a deep breath, and then brought her mouth to Jellal's throat. She trailed wet kisses from his Adam's apple to his chin and along his jawline, while her hand went underneath his shirt, roaming over his abdomen and chest. His nipples hardened under her touch and she pinched one lightly between her fingers.

A sigh fell out from Jellal's lips.

"Have I made you feel good?" Lips brushing against his ear, Erza asked Jellal in a whisper. Jellal nodded.

"I want to feel you touching me in the same way." She brushed his other nipple with her fingertips. "Have you ever fantasized holding my breasts in your hands? Caressing them, fondling them, squeezing them? Dreaming of rubbing my nipples between your fingers and of me moaning your name?"

Jellal shut his eyes, and various fantasies he had made about Erza flashed across his mind. He couldn't help but question if all the flirtatious words he had just heard were also from the Erza he imagined. Yet, he could clearly feel his body temperature rising, and his heartbeat quickening. He felt aroused; something he could only experience occasionally since he was injured. He opened his eyes to look at the real Erza. Raising a hand, he cupped the side of her left breast and squeezed.

Erza gave a little yelp and lifted up her head; her eyes found Jellal's. Jellal wasn't sure if the emotion he saw in Erza's eyes was surprise or excitement, or both. But he had no doubt that the color of her face had turned red like her hair.

"Should I stop?" He asked.

"You should continue." Erza pushed herself up with both hands and got on her knees, hovering above Jellal with her hair falling down like a red curtain at both sides of his head.

Jellal held Erza's cheek with his unoccupied hand as he looked at her fondly like he had found the brightest star in the sky. Being trapped in the scarlet world of Erza with her alone, isolated from the outside world, Jellal seemed to finally be able to honestly admit to himself that no matter how undeserved he felt of Erza, his desire to be with her would never die. If it was a sin for him to accept Erza into his life, he would willingly bear such sin instead of pushing her away.

"I love you, Erza." Smiling, Jellal ran his hand down to Erza's neck, over her collarbone and the side of her right breast, before cupping her breast from its underside.

"And I love you too, Jellal."

Sighs fell from Erza's lips as Jellal began working on her breasts and nipples over the thin fabric of her bra.

"Ah. Yes. Keep on." Erza encouraged Jellal, trying to arouse him more. "Make me wetter."

She freed one hand to unzip Jellal's pants. She then pulled his underwear down and reached for his manhood. She had seen naked men many times but touching a man's cock was a first time for her. Feeling both curious and nervous, she palmed Jellal's member.

"You feel smooth." She wrapped her fingers around him and began stroking, in the way she learnt from books. Gradually, he swelled and stiffened slightly in her hand. "How about I massage you between my legs instead?"

"Oh god. Erza." Jellal felt pleasure rising from deep in his stomach as Erza pumped him quicker and seduced him with words.

Erza leaned back as she lowered her bottom onto Jellal's thighs and pulled her breasts away from his hold. Jellal pushed his upper body up from the mattress with his elbows and forearms to have a better look at Erza. His heart skipped a few beats as he watched Erza gilding her lace-covered core along his length.

Erza moaned lowly in pleasure, feeling the aching need of her damp, throbbing folds being soothed by the physical contact with Jellal's flesh. She flattened one palm on Jellal's abdomen for support as she rubbed herself harder against his partly erect cock, and alternately rolled her nipples between her fingers to stimulate herself further.

Jellal fisted the bed sheet and panted, feeling his inside burning with lust which he had not experienced as strongly for a long time, as he watched Erza pleasuring herself with his body. Her arousal had already soaked through her tiny panties and rubbed over his cock. Her nipples stood hard and popped against her bra after receiving all the ministration from his and her hands and her breasts were bouncing as she moved her hips back and forth. Her moans falling out from her parted red lips were mixed with the sound of his name. He could feel excitement tingling over every nerve endings of his upper body. It was like Erza had awakened his lost senses with the combined forces of intimate touches, erotic view of her body and the lewd sound she made. He growled deep inside his throat and his head fell back with his eyes shutting closed and his teeth biting his lower lip, when a strong wave of rapture washed over him.

Erza smiled in relief when she realized that Jellal had reached his peak. She slowed down her movement to a stop despite having not reached her own climax. When Jellal laid his back flat on the mattress again, she lifted herself off him and moved forward to take his face between her palms. She then dipped her head to kiss him on the lips.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed the things I did with you."

"You are marvelous." Jellal smiled and ran his fingers through Erza's hair. "But things between us aren't over yet. I want to make you feel satisfied, too. Would you turn around with your back facing me?"

It warmed Erza's heart that Jellal not only cared about her, but also showed willingness in taking the lead in their newly established relationship. She nodded and did what he asked, turning her body around and straddling his waist.

Jellal palmed one side of Erza buttocks and pushed lightly, making her lean forward a little to leave a gap between their bodies. Erza steadied herself by grabbing Jellal's thighs. Jellal then slid his free hand through Erza's inner thighs and pressed two fingers against her slit through the damp panties. Erza sucked in a deep breath. Jellal started stroking her with his fingers sliding up and down along the lace barely covering her opening, drawing sighs out from her mouth. He soon felt his fingers being coated in Erza's juice, and slid them beneath her panties. Her lip-shaped folds against his fingers were slick and soft and warm, being more ready to welcomed his fingers in.

"Let me know if I hurt you."

"Okay." Erza breathed out the word.

Jellal slipped his fingers partially into Erza's folds first, giving her some time to adapt. When Erza gave him no sign of stop, he then inserted his fingers fully into her core. Erza uttered a cry; her inner walls spasmed as they were stretched by Jellal's intruded fingers more than she had ever done to herself with her own.

Jellal pulled his fingers out a little and thrust them back into Erza's tight core, and repeated the action. He spread and twisted his fingers every time he buried them deep inside of her, to explore and excite her sensitive spots. Erza moaned and mewled helplessly and her body trembled, and it didn't take long for her to start riding Jellal's fingers.

Jellal felt like he had been turned on again watching a lust-filled Erza fucking his fingers zealously. He could perfectly picture it was actually his cock but not his fingers which was filling Erza up and being hugged by her inner walls. His body was burning up, and his heartbeat was drumming against his chest echoing Erza's moans.

"Oh dear. More, Jellal. More." Erza gasped and her nails dug into Jellal's thighs as she tightened her hold on him.

Complying with her demand, Jellal added a third finger in thrusting Erza, and slid his hand on her buttock over her thigh to reach for the bundle of nerves at the top of her opening. He easily located it beneath the panties as it had already stuck out from her folds waiting to be touched. He pinched it between his fingertips, massaging it. The additional effort he made soon pushed Erza over the edge into ecstasy. She screamed his name and squeezed his hand between her thighs as she came on his fingers; her juice overflowed and left a trail along his palm to his wrist.

Jellal breathed deeply to slow down his erratically beating heart before he slid his fingers out Erza's core. Erza panted for air on top of him until she regained her breath, then she slid off him and lay down at his side.

Jellal turned his head to look at Erza and she, sensing his gaze, turned to look at him as well.

"I love you." They said at the same time, and both laughed softly at their perfect timing.

Jellal held Erza by her shoulder as he looked at her with a tender loving gaze. "You are the biggest miracle to ever happen in my life, Erza. I promise I'll cherish you as much as I can, and do my best to improve my physical conditions with whatever therapy or medicine which are considered useful."

Erza nodded her head with contentment; her eyes welled up with happy tears. "And I'll always walk by your side to support you, to love you. The road ahead of us may not be easy to walk, but we can do it."

"As long as there is love, am I right?"

"Absolutely." A heartfelt and satisfied smile spread across Erza's face. She then yawned as she finally felt consumed by the tiredness accumulated from all the things she had done in the day: taking hours of travel to find Jellal, confronting him first, persuading him next and finally having sex with him. She snuggled against Jellal's chest, closing her eyes. "But now, I simply want to take a nap with you, and also take a shower afterwards. Then we shall see what we should do next."

"Sure." Jellal kissed Erza on the forehead, before closing his eyes as well. "Rest as much as you need."

Having never felt as peaceful and as fulfilled in their hearts, they quickly fell into a sweet slumber.

~~~

You should have already known where I got this idea of Jellal being disabled and using wheelchair if you are in the fandom long enough but if you don’t, see this.

[dragonshost]

Back To The Start

Chapter 3: Complications And Missing Places

Pairing: Acnologia x Lucy

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Summary:  Lucy has lost everything she ever cared for, all thanks to the black dragon of the apocalypse. So, with the help of two old journals belonging to her ancestor Anna and a dragon slayer 400 years dead, she will find out the secret to Acnologia’s defeat. No matter the personal cost.

Chapter 3 of the giveaway fic for @momocheww

Sorry this took so long to get out!  I finished it a while ago, but I only just got around to editing it.  Also, I cried while writing this chapter.  A lot.  Lucy’s still got some growing to do in this fic, but she’ll get there eventually.

Contrary to her initial hopes, it took Lucy the better part of the day to merely map out the layout of the Tower’s first floor.  It was best to know where things were, she had decided.  That way she wouldn’t have to keep calling on Crux every time she wanted to know where something was.  He had a life of his own in the Celestial World, after all.  It would be the height of rudeness to send him home only to drag him right back.  Now that she knew how the time flowed differently between the worlds thanks to the party her spirits had thrown her, she understood just how disruptive calling upon them could be for their daily lives.  Aquarius’s irritation at her childhood habit of constantly summoning her made a lot more sense now.

It was better for both her and Crux to just keep him summoned while they figured out where everything was, and then she could send him home once she had a grasp on the books’ organization.  She just hadn’t expected it to take as long as it did before she could do so.  Even the bottom floor of the place was massive. Furthermore, it was a veritable labyrinth that didn’t follow any convention of organization that she could readily recognize.  Whatever ancient correlation it had, it was beyond Lucy’s ability to intuit.  Which forced her to plot everything out in her journal as she went.

Then there was issue of the fact that Lucy couldn’t read half the languages that the books were written in.  It had been a depressing realization, to open up half a dozen books only to find herself incapable of discerning their contents.

She missed Levy intensely in that moment.  The blue-haired woman would know exactly what these books said, no matter the language. Loneliness welled up inside of her. The absence of her friends and teammates ached like a missing limb – a large chunk of her soul cut out and gone with them.

It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t find any information in the library without Levy’s help, she knew.  Several of the tomes were bound to have translated versions somewhere in the building.  And Fiore’s national language was one that had existed for at least four hundred years without too much deviation.  The question was whether she’d be able to find the books written or translated to it, and if their contents held what she needed within them.

She wasn’t placing much hope in her infamous luck to help her out in that department.  Besides which, it felt lately that her luck had long since run out.  Tenrou Island, the Neo Oracion Seis attempting to sacrifice her to a clock, getting the crap beaten out of her at the Grand Magic Games and being thrown into jail, a dragon invasion, and then… Tartaros.

Yeah… her luck had run out a long, long time ago.

Perhaps it had all been used up in meeting Natsu, and in joining Fairy Tail.

By the time she had to call it a day, Lucy had come to the crushing realization that even if the library held all the information that she needed, it was going to take her a lot of time to comb through it all.  Let alone discern what information was actually helpful for her cause.  Lucy highly doubted a book existed that would be so fortuitously titled: How To Defeat A Dragon King.

The bright spot in all of it was that while he’d helped her, Crux had also provided enough information for Lucy to write a preliminary article on the place for Jason to look over. She would organize her notes once she got home for the night, though, and then write it.  Skipping lunch while working in the archives had been a poor idea, and her stomach was complaining so loudly that it would have gotten her kicked out of a normal library.

“Is it alright if I summon you again tomorrow?” Lucy asked him, just before dismissing him for the day. “I think I’m going to need more help figuring out where everything is.  But if not, then I can work with what I’ve already got.”  She refused to be an imposition to him.  Not like she had been to Aquarius.

The spirit considered it. “I’m afraid that I’m unavailable tomorrow,” he said slowly.  “My apologies, Miss Lucy.  I would love to continue to assist you, but it will have to wait two of your days, at least.”

Crestfallen, Lucy nodded. “That’s alright.  You have your own life to live.  It would be selfish of me to take up too much of your time.”

A kind, if sorrowful, smile spread across Crux’s face.  “Miss Lucy, you aren’t an imposition to us.  I fear that Aquarius’s lack of patience is to blame, here.  Hardly any time passes in our world while we’re in yours. Our lives are not disrupted by any great account in being a part of yours.  We all knew what being bound to gate keys would entail when we agreed to be so. Truthfully, our lives are enriched for the experience – time moves so slowly in our world that it’s easy to become stagnant, to fall out of touch with what is happening on Earthland.  We take great joy being your spirits, and a part of your life and adventures, Miss Lucy.  Please take heart in that.”

Hot tears gathered in Lucy’s eyes at his words, and her cheeks and ears burned.  Shakily, she nodded her head.  “Okay,” she breathed out.  She furiously wiped her eyes with her arm and gave Crux a tremulous smile. “I’ll try to remember that.”

She’d keep his words in her heart, always.

“Miss Lucy,” Crux continued, his wizened face relaxing at Lucy’s response, “I am not the only one of your spirits that you can call upon to help you.  Most of your spirits will know at least one of the languages in these tomes.  Although they aren’t quite my advanced age, they’ve been around a long time, and served many summoners in the past.  Call upon whoever you wish, and they’ll keep you company for as long as you need them. And, I suspect, if you should want them longer than that, they’ll happily remain then, too.”

Lucy hiccupped, trying to force back a sob.  These were the things she’d needed to hear, she realized.  She hadn’t known that she’d needed them until they were already said, and yet they slid so easily into an empty place in her heart.  “I will!” she told Crux, her voice heavy with emotion. Lucy needed her spirits, and they needed her, too.  She would face them once more, and this time she would try to do it with love in her heart instead of sorrow.  “I promise.”

The library, true to Crux’s warning, did attempt to keep Lucy’s notes that night.  It took her the better part of a half hour to escape with her notebook intact, though Lucy couldn’t quite explain how the library was doing it in the first place.  One moment, the book was in her hand, and the next it was back at the table she’d been working at.  It played tricks on her mind – she couldn’t actually say for sure that she hadn’t left it there herself.  Multiple times.  But she knew enough of magic to know when it was trying to bamboozle her.

It was a minor blessing that it kept returning to the same table, all told.  Lucy wasn’t sure she’d be able to find the damn thing again if the library were to shelve it somewhere else in the building.

The whole ordeal rendered Erza’s previous success with removing the clock piece somewhat incredible to Lucy.

Early the next morning, an inability to sleep, despite how tired she was, drove Lucy from her bed long before she had intended to.  It seemed as if these days she was perpetually exhausted; on the verge of dropping off to sleep at any moment.  And other days, insomnia plagued her instead.  Her sleep schedule had gone completely off the charts in terms of predictability.  The odd hours she worked with Jason were also not conducive to a consistent night’s rest.

Lacking ought else to do, she found herself at the Library of Sorcery.  The world was still covered in blue, the morning songs of the birds just starting their first notes.

Maybe the early start would help her make more progress than the day before, or so she reasoned.  The stone edifice of the Tower was hard to pick out, somehow, in the predawn.  Like her eyes just… slid right past it.  Given the intricacies of the spells within the building, it wouldn’t be too surprising if there were spells on the outside of it, too.

In fact, that might be a large part of the reason it was still standing after four hundred years. Lucy knew from her childhood obsession with the ruins spoken of in Key Of The Starry Skies that very few buildings of that age remained intact around Fiore.  She wasn’t sure about Ishgar as a whole, but for Fiore it was definitely true.  Not even Cardia Cathedral came close to that age, and it was easily the oldest building in Magnolia.  Objectively, Lucy knew that countless wars and the early days of magic experimentation had a lot to do with that.  She couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, however.  How many libraries had disappeared over the past four hundred years?  Or libraries even older than that?  Lacking the extensive, mind-boggling protections that this building possessed, how much knowledge had vanished altogether?

This was the sort of thing that she would have liked to talk to Levy about.  Or maybe even Freed.  Warren knew a lot about this sort of thing too, surprisingly enough.  If he was there, he’d probably regale her with tales of other magical places he’d come across in his extensive traveling.  Freed would be over the moon in dissecting the spellwork that comprised the Library, and Levy… it would have been her dream come to life to read the ancient books stored here.

Stars above, she missed them.  More than she had words for.

She wondered where they were, at that moment.  Her friends were scattered all over the place, so it was hard to find them. There was a map, in her apartment; studded thick with pins and articles tracking individual guild members as they settled into new lives for themselves.  Originally Lucy had just been planning to write to them, to check on how they were doing.  A way to feel connected, despite the distance.  And maybe, if she had the time, she could drop in on them for a visit.

But the reality of her own busy schedule had come crashing down on her hard.  It was probably no different for them.  They had new lives and new concerns to deal with.  She’d just be intruding.

She kept adding to the board anyway, though.  It would be too painful to take it down now.  That would be like she was admitting that they would never be a family again.  Not like they were before.

Lucy swallowed thickly, her hands curling into fists at her sides.  With an abrupt turn on her heels, she strode away from the towering library. Lead sorrow sat in her gut, heavy in her chest.

She couldn’t do this today. She’d try again tomorrow.

When she returned home, she fell into bed, and immediately dropped off into a thankfully dreamless slumber.

Jason was more than pleased by how fast Lucy had gotten the first draft finished, nearly blowing out her eardrums over the phone with his excited shouting.

“This is fantastic! Super cool of you!” he crowed, as Lucy held the receiver at arm’s length away.  Much as she enjoyed working with the man, he was putting her hearing at serious risk.  He was capable of indoor voice, she knew that from experience.  But when he got excited it was as if someone had cranked his volume up to the max, and then broken off the dial.

“Thank you!  I’m glad you liked it,” Lucy told him, smiling broadly at the praise and flushing with happiness.  This was the best she’d felt in a while.  The past few days of research on her personal project, and the work she’d put in towards the article on the Library of Sorcery, had beaten her spirit into the ground, honestly.  Three days straight of painful quiet, with only Crux and Capricorn to occasionally break the monotony.  Three days where she failed to produce the results she wanted.  Three days of fighting with the building to let her keep her notes.  She was exhausted.

“Liked it?!  I loved it!  I think we can get this one into the next issue, for sure.”

Lucy’s eyes gleamed; Jason’s excitement was downright contagious, for all its volume.  “Thank you!” she said again, so overwhelmed that she couldn’t formulate anything more articulate.  “Thank you so much!”

“So on another note,” Jason said, his voice returning to a normal decibel, “I think I’ve gotten a pretty good lead on a possible interview for the magazine.  Something that would catch a lot of people’s attention.  Since you did so well on this piece, I was thinking you might be able to handle it.  Aside from which, the subject requested you personally.  Can you come into the office tomorrow, so I can give you all the details?”

‘The real world intrudes,’ Lucy thought morosely.  ‘Again.’

It wasn’t as if she’d been making much headway at the Library, though.  As much as she still thought it would contain the solutions she sought, they were proving difficult to locate.   Extremely difficult.  Capricorn and Crux had been a great help, of course. The two spirits had done everything in their abilities to assist her in her search.  The old goat had even left off comments about her weight and diet, which was nice.  Keeping them in Earthland for as long as she had was improving her magic by leaps and bounds as well, but it was probably high time she took a break.  The day she’d gone home and fallen asleep hadn’t really been much of a real rest.

“Lucy?” Jason voice came through the receiver, his clear concern shattering her thoughts.  “You still there?”

“Yeah,” she responded with a shake of her head that he thankfully couldn’t see.  “What time do you want me in?”

“Seven, please.”

“Got it.  See you tomorrow, boss!”

When she hung up, Lucy stared blankly at the wall for a long minute.  “I wonder who it could be?” she said aloud.  Shooting a glance at the map, bright with pins and cluttered with cut out articles, she let out a self-deprecating little laugh.  “Probably not.”  Lucy shook her head at her whimsy.  For all that she wanted to see them so badly, it was pretty clear at this point that the feeling was not reciprocated on their end.  They would have reached out, otherwise.

Calling it an early night, Lucy put herself to bed before the sun had even fully set.  She would need the extra rest, after all.

For once, her dreams were peaceful.

[siren-dragon]

La La Land -- (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Ch. 4

Hey guys, I finally finished chapter 4! ^_^

I’m sorry if this one is a bit...weird, as I had a really hard time writing this chapter. It didn't help that I was basically crying throughout the entire thing. Anyway, here you are everybody; I hope you all enjoy it.

WARNING! - This chapter contains mature themes, so read at your own risk!

Tagging game: @poisonous-panda, @valkyrieofardyn, @maty-yami, and whoever else wishes to read this. :D

Chapter 4 – The Abyss

“Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them.” –Spirited Away, 2001

The air was hot and humid within the Region of Leide, yet the high temperature had no effect upon him. Slowly he raised one foot in front of the other, traversing the desert landscape of Leide as if in a trance. How long had he been moving? Was it 2 hours…or 2 days? He didn’t know where he was going, only that he had to escape. To leave the horrors and nightmares behind-

“Oh Ardyn, you always were such an idealist.”

He immediately froze and spun about, staring at the finely dressed figure standing before him. “No…you aren’t here. You died….”

The man smirked, leaning casually against a rock. “Do you truly believe that such terrors will leave you?”

The red-headed healer stumbled back, falling onto the dirt and sand covered ground as he stared at the figure before him with a look of fear. “Stay away! Leave me alone, please!”

“Really Ardyn, begging? How the mighty have fallen.” The man spoke, shaking his head in mock sadness. “Though from king to daemon, I suppose I was a little too hopeful to see your pride intact.”

“I-I am not a daemon! I am Ardyn Lucis Caelum, King of Lucis!” He shouted in desperation.

“Not anymore.~” His brother grinned at him, his features beginning to mutate as the Scourge became more pronounced upon his flesh. “A King is sworn to defend his people….and you couldn’t even protect the woman you loved.”

Ardyn felt the daemons within him laugh, clawing away at his mind and shredding it to ribbons. He screamed in agony and quickly grabbed hold of a rock and bashed his head against it. Over, and over he slammed into the rock structure until blood covered the stone and his body remained still....

An hour later the corpse’s hand twitched and Ardyn rose from his sprawled-out position on the ground. His glazed, amber eyes took in the sight of the dried blood upon the rocks and his clothes with an air of sorrow.

That would make it attempt 274.

The further the sun fell below the horizon, the stronger the daemons became.

He tossed another twig into the small fire, his campsite a few feet away from the Haven. With the daemons he played host to, the Oracle’s runes repelled him in a similar manner to that of the nocturnal creatures. Ardyn let his head fall upon his knees, clenching his fists in anger at the fit he had experienced that afternoon.

“I am Ardyn…Lucis Caelum,” he murmured. “King of Lucis….”

Mocking laughter echoed all around him, causing Ardyn to place his hands tightly against his ears.

“I’m not afraid of you….”

The words were empty; a useless declaration of falsehood. He could hear their honeyed words that dripped with poison whispered within his mind. And for once, Ardyn did not care if he fell into that abyss. For what good was a King to his people if he could not even safe that which he holds most dear? Perhaps he should just fall into the nothingness-

“It’s alright, they won’t hurt you.”

Ardyn spun about, looking frantically into the shadows for the source of the voice that had spoken. He knew that voice…it was her voice. He was certain of it….

“Rest, I’ll be right here.”

Slowly he closed his eyes, and he could have sworn he felt a hand stroke his hair.

She always came when the darkness became too much.

When the daemons tore apart his mind and ravaged his body, she would be there; whispering words of comfort. He found her to be his life-line once more, even though she never appeared. However, he was content to live with just the sound of her voice.

And as time passed, he became stronger. No longer did he bend to the whims of the shadows, no; he was in command of it. And if the role of Accursed was to be his destiny, well, who was he to defy fate?

If only he knew how far he had fallen into that abyss….

“Good evening sir.”

Ardyn paused, turning to look toward the woman who had called out to him. And there (f/n) stood, clad in revealing clothing and smiling brightly with mischief dancing within her gaze.

“Good evening, my lady.” He replied, nodding his head in greeting.

“It’s a rather cold night…. Perhaps you would like some company to keep you warm.”

Long had it been since he had any pleasures of the flesh, and he had missed her so much. Slowly he held his hand out, a charming smile playing across his lips. “What was it you had in mind, my dear?”

“I’m sure I can think of something.” (f/n) giggled, taking hold of his hand. He leads (f/n) back to the inn he was staying in before quickly pulling her toward himself. Immediately his mouth found hers as he kissed her with the desperation of a starving man. She gasped in surprise before allowing her arms to snake around his shoulders, clawing at his back. Ardyn lifted her up, pushing her against the wall to gain a grip on her bottom before carrying her toward the bed.

She began removing his shirt and trousers, while he tore the bodice off her, exposing her bare chest. (f/n) laughed as she placed kiss along his neck, “you better pay extra for that, handsome.”

Ardyn froze, her words halting his actions. He moved his hands slowly down her waist, feeling the coldness of her skin as a feeling of dread filled his body. “Why…. Why are you so cold (f/n)?”

“My name’s not (f/n), but it can be if you want-“

“You were never cold….” He murmured absent-mindedly.

“Listen handsome, if you don’t want to do this then I’ll just-“

He grabbed her arms fiercely, his grip causing her to wince. “WHY ARE YOU SO COLD?!” Ardyn screamed, his sclera turning black as the Scourge revealed itself.

“S-Stop! Get away from me daemon!”

Ardyn blinked, watching the tears fall from the woman’s (e/c) eyes. Eyes that held nothing but fear in their depths...eyes that were not hers. He flung the woman onto the floor with a snarl. “Get out. Get out NOW!”

The prostitute scrambled to her feet, clenching her torn bodice to her chest as she fled the room; crying in terror. Ardyn breathed heavily as he stared at the closed door before collapsing to the floor and sobbing as he tugged at his hair. A light pressure pushed against his hair, causing Ardyn to look up. (f/n) knelt before him, smiling sadly at him as her fingers cupped his cheek.

“You…. You’re not real.” Ardyn muttered in defeat. “Just a silly illusion of a foolish man….”

“Yet you called me here.” She answered, allowing her fingers to run through his looks. “And I will stay with you.”

Ardyn closed his eyes as tears fell and the Scourge retreated into his body once more…

“Come back soon. I will keep your friends company until you are ready.” Ardyn spoke, watching the Crystal absorb the Chosen King.

He waved farewell to his dear friends, allowing the little blonde boy to attack him. After all, they would be of no use to him were they simply a trio of corpses. Calmly he picked his fedora back up and placed it upon his head before walking out of Zegnautus. Now all that was left was the waiting game….

“So, it’s finally over?” (f/n) spoke, falling into step beside him.

Ardyn shook his head. “No. But soon…soon it will be.”

“Then I suppose it is time for me to leave.”

He turned to face (f/n), taking hold of her hands. Ardyn frowned, feeling the coldness of her skin. “You’re still so cold…”

“Nothing is perfect. But for a mere fantasy based upon reality...you did pretty well my love.” (f/n) replied kindly before leaning forward and placing a single kiss upon his lips, “goodbye Ardyn.”

The Immortal Accursed waved his hand and slowly (f/n) image faded before disappearing completely. He spun on his heel and left the City of Gralea for the final time. It was time to leave the illusions behind.

There you go guys, the end of the chapter. I hope it was okay, as I’ve been a bit busy and sad while I was writing this. T____T

Anyway, stay tuned for the final chapter. See ya!

[5hfanfiction]

Our Month - Chapter 23

For Camila, everything froze in that moment. The air stuck in her lungs, her mouth went dry, her feet were unable to move and it was a big chance that her heart stopped. The sheet fell out of her hands but she didn’t dare to look away because she was afraid that Lauren will disappear.

Her eyes were focused on the girl in front of her and she tried to comprehend the fact that she actually could touch the raven-haired musician she craved for all these time but the brunette couldn’t move. The young student’s mind was racing through the scenarios what could happen now. Will Lauren start to yell at her or will she act like old friends? Maybe she will pretend that they didn’t even know each other…

Camila tried to read the singer’s facial expression but it just showed completely pure shock like she wasn’t believing the events.

– Am I in coma? – Lauren asked faintly and rhetorically.

– That’s what I was trying to tell you – Dinah mumbled while Normani giggled quietly in the corner. – It’s good to see you Mila.

The greeting still didn’t elicited a single movement from the brunette, her eyes were constantly glued to Lauren and it made the Polynesian realize that their presence is completely unnoticed by the Latinas.

A few seconds after Camila opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out so she closed it again. She repeated it a few times but failed every attempt to speak up. Her heart caught up with everything her brain was already aware of and her vision started to became blurry from the tears which were threatening to spill. She was so overwhelmed to see the older woman actually being so close to her.

– Camz? – Lauren whispered and it made Camila to flung forward and embrace her in a tight hug, burying her face into the musician’s crook of neck.

The brunette inhaled the sweet scent she used to dream about and she started to silently sob when she could actually feel the warmth radiating from the pale-skinned girl’s body. Her Lauren was in her arms again and the world suddenly felt a better place.

– I missed you – Lauren whispered and her body was shaking from getting emotional as well.

– O my God – Camila let her tears escape and she was fully crying. – I missed you so much Lo! So much…

The student started to release her piton grip on the American just to be able to look into those gorgeous green orbs again. The raven-haired Latina’s eyes were shining brightly, her smile took up her whole face and it made her band mate’s heart flutter too because it was a long time ago when they saw her honestly grinning like this.

– And I’m really proud of you, I wanted to tell you so bad but I knew I couldn’t. You were amazing Lo, you still are amazing and I wish… – Camila started to ramble but her phone cut her of with her knew ringtone of ‘I can’t help falling in love with you.’

It made Lauren burst out giggling and while the brunette’s face flushed to the deepest shade of red she couldn’t fight the smile creeping up on to her lips because the musician was just so adorable.

– I guess you were serious when you said you will stalk me – the raven-haired Latina smirked while the brown-eyed girl declined her best friend’s call.

– Shut up and don’t be so self-absorbed I just have this because the blonde girl who sang the second verse is hot in bikini… – Camila answered.

– Great DJ, now they acknowledging you but I’m still non-existent – the black-skinned beauty fake grimaced from the further end of the room.

– Shh Mani! Just let me witness the Camren cuteness and let them praise me! – Dinah hushed her band mate.

– Yeah right, that’s why we heard the first part, which is mine… And I’m hot in bikini too – Lauren quickly shot back.

– Although you’re hotter without it… – the younger woman wiggled her eyebrows but immediately regretted what she said. Lauren’s cheeks turned red from the initiations but a small smile was content on her lips.

– Sorry Mani, the Uber driver wanted to chat that’s why we’re late! – Ally slung open the door with Lucy following her and they came face-to-face with the sight of a doctor hovering over a smiling Lauren. – Ugh, sorry doctor for the interruption!

– What did they give to her? – Lucy looked at Dinah quite shocked but when the person in the white coat turned around she already knew the answer.

– Camila?! – Ally asked in disbelief and it made the Latina’s to actually pay attention to everyone else in the ward.

– Ohh, hey! – she offered a shy wave for them before she turned back to Lauren.

– You just interrupted in the right time because I swear they were about to recreate some steamy episode of Grey’s Anatomy – Normani chuckled.

– So doctor Camila, what’s the verdict? Is she dying from the moping she did after you? – Lucy questioned and Ally elbowed her because it was still a touchy subject.

– Uhh, omm, no – the brunette cleared her throat and she switched to her professional tone. – You were dehydrated, exhausted and probably that caused your fainting. When you collapsed you hit your head which resulted you to have a mild concussion but there is nothing to worry about. I was informed that you would want to leave the hospital but I would recommend you to stay for the night for safety re…

– Okay! I’ll stay – Lauren agreed a bit too eagerly.

– Really bish? I had to shout at you and she just 'recommends’ something and you’re agreeing? – Dinah quirked an eyebrow before she turned to Ally – She’s still whipped as hell.

– She’s a professional! – the green-eyed girl defended herself nonchalantly because she was busy staring at the younger Latina’s smile.

– So is the doctor who you were shouting at in Spanish – Camila smirked.

– Still sassy. I like it! – Normani laughed.

– Unfortunately she can’t stay. If you remember, we scheduled an interview today and we have a show tomorrow which we should rehears for… – Lucy explained.

– But… But I’m… I’m sick? I don’t want to risk getting worse… – Lauren tried but everybody saw through her really weak reasoning.

– Don’t worry, you’ll be fine – the student offered a gentle smile. – I can dismiss you but I’ll need your signature and a stamp from my tutor.

Lauren’s expression change into pure panic. She just saw her Camila again she will not let her go just like that. She felt the small stings from the tears which threatened to spill once again but now not from joy, now from sorrow again. She can’t lose the brunette twice. Her heart is not able to handle that.

– And I might add my phone number on the bottom too. You know just in case if something happens? – the student murmured nervously.

– Yes! – the American almost shouted and when she realized how fast and how needy she sounded she blushed from embarrassment. – I mean khm safety reasons… yeah, cool, okay.

– That was really lame Lauser – Dinah chirped.

– I think it’s cute – Camila shrugged before realizing she let her thoughts slip. – I’ll come back with the things. See you soon?

Lauren’s smile couldn’t get any bigger after the small confirmation that she will indeed see the caramel-skinned Latina again and she felt like she’s on the top of the world. Her severe headache was non-existent, her anxiety was long gone and the Camila shaped hole in her heart was filled again. She decided that fainting on stage was her favorite thing in this tour so far.

– See you soon Camz – she answered and she almost added an 'I love you’ but quickly stopped herself.

The brunette basically gamboled through the halls, she radiated joy and happiness. She typed a quick message to her tutor that the patient would like to leave and she needed his stamp and signature for the releasing documents.

– Wow! – Shawn noticed her. – You look like someone from a very cheesy musical. What the hell happened? What did you take?

– Nothing? Ohh! Anna, you called me – she turned to her best friend.

– First of all yes, I did and it is really rude to ignore me like that. Second of all, who are you and what did you do to my Mila? Ohh, you saw Dinah too?! – she guessed.

– How did you know that? – Camila asked amused.

– I ran into her, she was going for coffee and she asked for directions. And then I asked her to sign something for you and when I mentioned you she just ordered me to get you to meet with her and she ran off. Oh and she said Cheechee’s order… – she explained.

– Yeah, I met her already – the Latina answered nonchalantly.

– Why are you acting like it’s not a big deal? – Shawn asked suspiciously. – And more importantly why was she acting like she knew you?

– She kind of does – the brunette offered a shy smile and bit her lip. – I spent a lot of time with the girls when I was overseas so we became pretty good friends with Dinah.

– I’m gonna shit my pants – Anna’s jaw dropped to the floor. – WHY AM I HEARING THIS JUST NOW?

– Long story and I promise I will tell you later but now I need to work. And actually you two should too! Not just gossiping around here – Camila winked at them playfully.

– I bet it has to do something with Michelle – Shawn whispered to Anna.

– Maybe she is here with the Fifth Harmony crew as well. Or she is some relative of Dinah… she has a family as big as the population of our whole country – she watched her best friend bouncing on the hallways like a ball of joy.

– I met Anna, she said they’re from Hungary – Dinah said while furiously tapping on her phone.

- Like Barbara Palvin? - Ally asked but she never got an answer because everybody was busy searching for the foreigner.

– And currently she is staying in London, what else do we know? Did you catch her first name? She said it when she introduced herself… – Normani hovered over the device and looked as Dinah adds an another filter to the search baron Facebook.

– I think it was Caballo? – Lucy said. – She was wearing a name tag but I didn’t pay too much attention to it so it can be something else too…

– It sounded like it – Dinah agreed.

– It’s Cabello – Camila chuckled because she just found them spying on her.

– It’s not what it looks like – Normani tried to defend them but the situation was more than obvious.

– Sure, Jan. So I have everything you need – the student turned to Lauren who was in her jeans already but from up she was still wearing the hospital gown but about to change. – You just need to sign here that you leave at your own risk.

– Okay – the green-eyed girl scanned the paper for the other Latina’s phone number but she couldn’t find it. She tried not to look disappointed while she scribbled her signature down on the paper. – And…uhh…

– And my number is here – Camila offered a piece from a cross-word puzzle and she bit down on her lip, fighting against grinning widely. – And your spies probably already found me on social media too, so…

– Agent Hansen confirms Facebook and Agent Kordei is working on Instagram – Dinah saluted.

– You’re so embarrassing DJ – Normani rolled her eyes.

– When do you have a break? – Lauren asked.

– When you give her one – Lucy interjected.

– We give you some privacy – Ally shook her head and lead everybody else out of the ward leaving the Latinas alone.

– I have a break in an hour but I can postpone it for later if you can come back – Camila offered.

– That would be great but I don’t want to keep you waiting – Lauren smiled sadly.

– I’ll survive. So, call me when you’re back and I’ll meet you in front of the doctor’s room? – the brunette proposed and the raven-haired singer couldn’t contain her happiness so she nodded quickly and wrapped her arms around the caramel-skinned woman.

– I can’t believe you’re here – Lauren whispered, burying her hands in the mahogany lock, pulling the student as close as she wouldn’t consider inappropriate.

– And you’re here – Camila answered and tightened her arms on the American signaling that she wasn’t ready to let go of the musician just yet.

She wanted to say that she still loves her, that she was miserable without her and she thought about her every day but she felt that what they have now is so fragile that a wrong word could shatter it. The brunette knew that they can’t just jump back right where they left off. They need to talk first about a lot of things. And the worst case Lauren was already over her and had somebody new. She decided not to say those three words out loud so she just inhaled and let herself feel everything. The scent of the singer’s shampoo and perfume, the warmth of her body, the softness of her pale skin and the butterflies in her own stomach.

– I missed you, you know? – she mumbled and slowly let go of the older woman.

– I missed you, too – Lauren smiled adorably and pecked the caramel-skinned student fairly on the cheek.

The green-eyed Latina figured she didn’t know how they are now. Are they going to finally be in a relationship or are they just acquaintances? Friends? She didn’t want to push anything because she wanted the younger girl back to her life whatever form she could get her.

– So see you soon? – Camila stepped back because her phone was buzzing like crazy in her pocket for minutes now, so she knew she has to leave like five minutes ago.

– See you soon, Camz – Lauren looked at her with adoration and it made the younger’s heart flutter.

They parted ways as soon as they stepped out of the door but now they knew it’s just temporary.  

At least for now.

Because this doesn’t mean their problems are gone too. Lauren still was a pop star. Camila still lived in Europe. And now they only have two days before one of them has to leave.

Maybe they need to realize that meeting now was not destiny or a sign from the universe, maybe it was just a cruel accident.

Because loving the right person in wrong time is the biggest irony and the greatest sadness.

A/N: Hey :) *sweating nervously because you just got the reunion but the last sentence will make you realize it’s not the fluff you expected* Next update will come slowly as well because… ya know… exams.

Thank you for sticking with the story and voting and commenting and everything <3

God bless y'all in Allysus voice.

B.

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Chapter Two

           Masks are symbolic mystery, meant to hide the features of the wearer and enabling them to commit acts which have been shunned by society. Blitz’s half-sister always wore a mask, so to speak, one which let her hold false ignorance of her misdeeds. Yet in a masquerade, her true self is revealed when she puts a mask on.

Blitz stared at his mask as they rode in the carriage, it was quite a simplistic design, one which he made himself. There was only one eyehole, and in the place of where the other one should be there was a cartoonish eye design, the kind with three lashes on top and three on bottom. He had no real use in making an eyehole for a blind eye. The eye had been painted in a crude attempt to simulate a galaxy. The design surrounding the eyehole was of sunflower petals, painted on with care. He looked around at the masks his friends wore. Sundae’s was detailed like an angel. Intricate gold designs that covered the mask in all kinds of patterns as an obvious attempt to distract from the girl’s horns. The mask was very lowkey in design but powerful in effect, Sundae had obviously spent a lot of time on it. Amber’s mask was subtle yet extravagant all at once. A simple black mask with red wax that had been dripped in a way to look like blood splatters, even a cartoonish red tear was added under the eye. Midnight’s mask had the zodiac signs carved on it in various colors, the sign for cancer being the biggest one, in the center of the forehead, yet oddly, the color chosen for it was grey. PoisonBerry’s mask was slightly tacky. Shiny fake gems in the formation of a cat face against plain black, and a fake heart shaped gem on the cheek to represent the small black heart shaped birthmark she had in the same place. Blitz tugged at the dark blue sun-scarf around his neck, the scratchy fabric not only irritated the sensitive flesh of his neck, but it also had a texture that he despised. Honestly, he wished he had stayed home with Luci. He hissed as the fabric pulled at the rot. He contemplated jumping out of the window, but alas, the carriage slowed as they pulled up at a well-lit manor. The group got out, Amber first, Sundae second, PoisonBerry and Midnight together, and finally Blitz.

The inside was full of faceless people with fake smiles and tacky clothes who danced to music that was too loud and too quiet all at once. The interior itself was all too perfect, floors polished so much that Blitz saw his own nervous reflection staring back at him. Twin staircases that the coiled around the walls lead up to a balcony that overlooked it all. It was all so perfect, so unnaturally picture-esque that it looked like a set. He caught with the one person who remained maskless, with a pig-like nose and poorly dyed bleach-blonde hair, sea-green eyes peered at him from over squared glasses. She smiled at him with blood-red lips and suddenly he was sweating, despite the room not being hot at all. She waved at him and he fell to the floor as the world around him disintegrated into static noise. He threw up, blood and bile filling his senses and rotting the oh so perfect floor. Through the static he saw them, everyone he knew stared at him with blank faces. In the back of his mind formed an image, a face that he knew all too well, one that he despised.

He closed his eyes (were they even they even open in the first place?) and saw a million lifetimes pass by. He opened them again and saw the face of Death staring back at him with dead eyes. Blitz rubbed his eyes and he was almost naked on a soft bed. Across from him, an angel sat watching him with curious dark brown eyes, combined with a pretty face, short dirty blond hair and a dark goatee, had Blitz met him in any other scenario, he would try to flirt with this man like his life depended on it. But in Blitz’s current state of nausea and disoriented confusion, he wanted to hide.

“Hide from me, you’re kidding, right? I’m the one who saved you.” The angel told him. So the angel could read his thoughts? Save him from what? What made this man think he needed to be saved.

“I f-feel vio-vio-l-lated.” He blurted out before covering himself with a blanket. This man had stripped him down to just his boxers and binder.  Suddenly he heard a chuckle and the man pulled the sheet off of him. Blitz looked anywhere but at the angel standing above him. Looking at the angel made his mind feel foggier than usual. He looked down at his hairy and scarred body then up at the man. Then back down. Right, yeah, he had an impressive happy trail, but he was fat and the trail led nothing he wanted. He sighed and found the man staring too.

“H-how a-are—l-like, d-do you h-h-have any—anything to—to s-say to me?” He asked as the man walked back to his chair. “Y-y-yo, l-like, wh-wh-what is y-your name—or—or where—where are w-we?” Blitz scratched at his patchy stubble.

“Tell me yours, first. Then I’ll tell you mine.” He smirked, leaning forward in his chair.

“Blitz. Blitz Creed. N-n-now yo-your t-turn.”  Blitz glared.

“That’s you chosen name, Blitz. I’m asking for your given name.”

“Go to—go to—go to h-hell.” Blitz sneered.

“We’re already here. Now, I need to know your given name.”

“W-wh-why?”

Lucian sighed. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Blitz.

“One more time, baby boy, tell me your name.”

“Blitz f-fucking Creed. That—that’s my n-n-name.”

“Fine then, I’ll say it.” Then the gun disappeared from his hand. “Your given name is Magnolia Creed. Right?”

Blitz just stared ahead. Right, yeah, his name was Magnolia, but that was when he was still- back when he wasn’t himself. He- no- Magnolia was a bad person. He is a different person.

He felt tears stream down his face. The other person sighed.

“Look, Blitz, I’m sorry. And to answer your question, my name is Lucian Ceren.”

Blitz looked up at the man with black wings and scowled. And then Lucian was right in front of him. He put his hand on Blitz’s chest, even through the fabric Blitz could feel how could the man was.

“We both came face to face with the beast. Though the scars he left on you-“ Lucian breathed. “They may not be visible. Yet I can still see how much he hurt you.”

And Blitz collapsed into him.

“I-I’m—” Blitz sobbed. “H-he—he was m-my f-f-father. Wha-wha-what—what k-kind of-of pa—” His words became whimpers. It had been so long since any mention of the man—no, the beast, the stole away his innocence. The only other person in this world who can understand even a of what he went through, he finally found him.

“Blitz, I’m afraid you have to go back to your friends now.” Lucian whispered into his hair.

“B-bu-but-t I-“

“I’m sure we’ll meet again. Just stay strong, baby boy.”

The he blinked, and Lucian wasn’t there. Instead were the concerned faces of his friends, surrounding him as thin fingers combed through his hair. His vision was quite blurry but he recognized Pepper as she hugged him.

“Just when I got you back, I thought we’d lost you again.” She said, voice breaking. He smiled at her and returned the hug.

“Y-you—you’re n-not—not getting’ r-r-r-id o-of me that ea-ea-ea-eas-s-sily.” He looked around at friends, the relief in their faces and then got to Amber. Somehow, she knew.

Luci had a gig at a local bar where she would be playing jazz.  She wanted some of her friends to go with her because she needed moral support. (even though she was likely the best jazz player in town) Blitz took this as an opportunity. The bar was nice, dark woods, his mother being the bartender—wait what? He took another look, yep, that was her, and his younger brother was sitting at a bar stool with his pet cat sat atop his shoulder like a bird. Blitz ran over and almost leaped across the bar counter to hug his mom. He only let go to hug Ty. Letting go, he sat down next to the taller boy and ruffled his fluffy brown hair.

“St-still hav-ve Ma-Maziken?” He asked and scratched the chin of the black cat in question.

“And you’re still short, so who’s the real winner here?” Ty grinned.

“Me, cuz I got my boys back.” Michelle interjected. Amber took a seat at the bar.

“So I’m guessing this place is named afta’ you, Miss Creed.?” The vampire asked, gesturing to the woman’s saturated and dark red hair. She nodded with a chuckle and went back to polishing a glass. Soft jazz filled the room as the group talked. Blitz was honestly content to stay there for all of eternity. But there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere as the door creaked open. A small group of people walked in who Blitz recognized as train robbers. He remembered seeing their faces in the paper. The Thomas siblings, he thinks they’re called. He got off the barstool, feet hitting the ground painfully, and walked to them. The one in the middle, Jinx, who had purple hair and crazy eyes, looked at Blitz with confusion.

“U-unless-s y-y-y’all c-came tuh—came ta’ get a dr-dr-drink, th-then I sug-suggest y-y’all l-l-leave.” He stated. Jinx sneered at him and reached for the gun in his back pocket. Blitz grimaced. “L-look, if-if y’all are—are look—lookin’ for a place t-ta rob-b, th-then t-try the bake—bakery n-next d-door.” He ushered them out of the bar. Walking into the bakery the Thomas brothers pulled out their guns while the sister yelled “This is a robbery!”

Both Artimes and C.C. pulled out their weapons as well. Arti aimed her crossbow at Jinx and C.C. aimed her sword at the sister. Jinx clumsily put away his gun, and his brother followed suit. All patrons of the café went back to eating.

“Oi! Store’s closed for the day, ev’ryone out!” Artimes announced and the costumers quickly left. Pepper came out of the kitchen as C.C. locked the door. The Thomas siblings shook with fear and Blitz laughed from where he stood leaning against the window. Pepper stood in front if the trio with Arti by her and ready to shoot.

“Alright, clearly y’all’s parents never taught y’all right and wrong. So, my associates and I will.” She clasped her hands in front of her and smiled softly. “Got it, maggots?” They nodded.

Blitz looked at C.C. and nodded towards the door, she nodded back. Once they got outside the two of them sat on a bench together.

“Ni-nice out-outs-side today, ai-ain’t it?” He said to her. She nodded in reply. He reached under his shirt for the rings and untied the string that held them. Holding them in his palm, he looked to her.

“L-look I-I kn-know you’re not—I know y-you ain’t g-gonna.” He was stopped by a finger to his lips. C.C. cupped her hands around his and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Oh Blitz, of course I remember who you are.” She said softly.

“W-w-wanna grab a-a dr-drink?” He asked, standing up. C.C. nodded. They walked to the bar, hands intertwined with rings between them.

Two brothers sat under the moonlight, sharing weed and beer.

“So, uh, you remember Bea, right?” Ty asked. Blitz nodded. “Well, we, uh, we finally decided to, y’know.” He put the joint to his lips and inhaled, exhaling out beautiful smoke that curled around the two. Blitz took a drink.

“So, I take my dick, and she takes out hers. And like, for a split second I panic because ‘Oh my gods she don’t have any holes.” Cause like, y’know, I forgot that buttholes were a thing.” At this, Blitz burst out laughing. “Ok, ok, yeah I get it. Anyway, so I remember she has a , y’know, but like, in my head I’m going ‘I’ve never done anal, because whether she’s trans or cis fucking a girl in the asshole is like, kinda gay’ and I ain’t gay, y’know, so we just order take-out and watch some crappy TV. Honestly, that was the most romantic night I’ve ever had.”

“Is—is there point, to-to thi-this st-story.?” Blitz asked as he traded beer for joint with his brother.

“Yeah, how do you and your wife, y’know, do it. Do you, like, use a strap-on?”

“No, we—we actu-actually ‘aven’t had s-sex yet. I-I mean like, she knows I have—she knows I’m tr-tr-trans, b-but like, y-y’know, our marri-idge is p-purely romant-t-tic.” They lay in silence for a moment, listening to the crickets.

“D-do you know whatev-ever happened to PoisonBerry’s ‘e-ev-evil twin’?” Blitz asked him. Ty grimaced at the mention of his old lab-partner, but his expression changed as he quickly sat up. Blitz felt it too, the way the air buzzed with energy. They looked over to the tree line. The subtle distortion of the light there was indicative of a being whose true form had been hidden. Blitz and Ty looked at each other and Ty stood. “Step out into the light, coward.” He commanded.

The person who stepped out of the shadows couldn’t have been much older than a teenager. Yet by the way he held himself it was obvious he was much older. Blitz shot up onto his feet.

“Tyler Creed, my family is dead, yet I remain.”

“The people I killed weren’t your family, kid, not by blood.” The kid lunged at the two yet was clouded by rage and was quickly brought down. Ty held his foot between the teen’s shoulder blades and pressed hard.

“So, would you please not go on a whole revenge spiel, it’s boring. Ty said. The kid growled in response. “I’m not the one you should direct your anger at. Your species is borderline extinct and yet your mad at me for doing my job.” He let the kid out from under his foot. “You’re inexperienced and wasting your time, you should be out there looking for your remaining brethren, yet you’re here bothering me and mine.” The kid was now on his knees, sobbing.

“Where—where would I even begin to look!?” He whined. Blitz became irritated. He knelt in front of the kid and looked him in the eyes.

“Y-you have two opt-options h-here. You can—can ei-either m-move o-on wi-with yer path-pathetic lit-little life. Or i-if you rea-really want t-to f-find your k-kin, then you-you start looking, ‘nd y-ya’ don’t f-fucking stop t-til’ ya’ find’em.” Blitz shoved the kid back to the ground, grabbed the pack of beer and started walking back to the house. Ty dug a joint out from his pocket and gave it to the teen.

“For your troubles. Good luck, dragon.” Ty followed behind his brother. Evenor layed there, watching them walk off. His body began to glitch in and out of existence until his form settles into a body. She was no longer a boy, but a girl whose skin was pale, and hair was black.

“Evenor, we’re so close. I can feel it. That witch will fix us.”

“Ok but what if she doesn’t?” the boy’s voice spoke to har from within. “Elli! What if she—what if she doesn’t?!” A tear rolled down their shared face as they lay there. “Eliza, please!” The voice screamed.

“I-I don’t know, Ev, I just… “ She trailed off, their eyes staring at the moon above, unblinking. “I don’t know.