foolish men

NSFW Drabble based off of the ridiculously talented @lilithsaur ‘s Demon!Au couple who I adore the hell out of.   

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Lilith, Rey, Soul-stealer.

Over hundreds of years, men had cycled through praises for her. Some whispering affections for the mischievous demon who visited in dreams while others searched for the source of their nightmares until awe quivered in their voice once they found her name in ancient scrolls. Some foolish men, who realized their mistakes too late, whined and begged for her to leave, but her absolute favorite worshippers were always the loudest. Those delicious, cursed few who were given the chance to scream her real name as she dug in her claws before dragging them down to hell.

Nothing sounded better to her ears than a blood covered tongue rolling over a begging that wouldn’t save them, but only one creature could twist her name into a shiver.

Even in a club where heavy bass pounded against her skin, she could feel him reach out for her. Feel his desire cutting through layers of reality until his conscious nuzzled against hers. A shadow of his lust clawing to get closer, and flashing a grin, she stroked a finger along her temple.

Now, now.

I’ve got a soul to claim.

Stroking her fingers past her pewter tiara, she scraped along her scalp. Aware that he’d feel the sensations gliding along the base of his neck too. Knowing it would torture him so, and oh how it pleased her to tease the impatient beast who had the nerve to interrupt her.

Where are you?

“New York,” she lazily answered, sitting down on a barstool. Crossing her ankles as the bells around them tinkled the sweetest sound she’d hear all night, and she continued,”Staring up at a handsome human on stage, and I’m debating on what I’ll have him call me tonight.”

Tipping her head back, she gasped. No reply echoed in her thoughts, but a sharp tug had rippled through her mind. A scratch warning his sadistic kitten to play nice, but Rey never played nice. After five thousand years, she had a reputation to maintain.

“Don’t be jealous,” she cooed, waving over the bartender. “He’s only a scratching post.”

 A human sitting beside the demon blinked in alarm. Sliding his chair farther away from the woman who appeared to be carrying on a conversation with herself, and further paling as she let out a bubbly laugh. Those sharp-tipped teeth of hers’ flashed, and he’d tell himself for the rest of the night that it must have been a trick thanks to the strobing light.

“Oooh, show’s about to start,” she hopped off her seat, drink in hand as she sauntered up closer to the stage. “So shush.”

No reply came down their bond, but the demon had stopped caring as she thrilled over the elaborate paint marks along the stage. The curves and lines she knew so well. Those splatters of crimson that made her hold a hand over where her heart should have beat.

 Aww, a pentagram. How cute.

Up on stage, the drumbeats charged forward as the rest of the band took their places. A riot of visceral noise suddenly filled the room until anticipation peaked, and Rey leaned in for more. Licking her lips as euphoric screams mixed with raw chords through the first notes, and the war-like sounds did her body good. Rolling her pointed tongue along the rim of her glass, she drunk in the chaos. Coloring in the shades of her magic with the pops of panic as the crowd surged forward.

Feeding on every last fear.

Pumping his fist in the air, the cocky lead singer screeched, “Are you ready to raise the dead?”

“Yes!” Rey gleefully shouted back.

“Your souls are mine!”

“Nope,” she snickered.

Gripping onto the microphone, the performer howled out the melodic incantations. Never accepting for one second that the ragged book he’d picked up at a witchcraft store in Brooklyn actually possessed the ability to bring hellraisers to his feet- never dreaming that such a thing was possible. Singing out the unusual, rhyming prose from the manuscript, he set the crowd into a dancing frenzy. Unknowingly leading them all to their gory ends as the bright-eyed female up front covered in draped chains and tattoos glided her hands down her body. Feeling her curves that shimmered more and more the longer he sang.

Then feeling talons snap her hips back against his.

“Kylo,” she whimpered, arching into him. “What are you doing here?”

“Ask the idiot on stage who just shrieked my name,” the voice behind her growled, his razored teeth possessively nipping her earlobe.

Don’t pretend that you didn’t come for me.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t want to come for me,” he hissed back, full lips trailing heat down her throat as he turned her around in his arms. Shameless even after all these centuries with her, her demon backed her up against the stage. Digging her spine into the wooden edge as her mouth parted in ecstasy, and his thumb dragged along her tongue until she bit down.

“Cruel thing.”

“Your thing,” she mocked.

Staring into his feline amber eyes, she skated her palms up to the chains dangling from his nipples. Playfully twining them around her fingers until viciously tugging down, and catching that lovely whine against her mouth as Kylo claimed his first kiss with a snarl. Latching on, they unleashed on each other. Feasting on the mix of pleasure spiked with pain as he hastily zipped his trousers down while continuously kissing her lush mouth. Growling against her tongue as her fingers carded through his silky onyx locks to pet the horns curved underneath. Showing her devotion to the devil who damned her for the first time as he damned her again against the stage.

“You’re going to make me miss his shock when the demons outnumber the fans,” she panted.

Impatiently hitching her thigh higher up around his waist, her magnificent demon then canted forward. Mercilessly burying himself to the hilt inside of her slick depths as the music rumbled through her body and into his. Those same vibrations obscenely pulsing around them until he slid out of her with a ragged groan,

“Then tip your head back, and watch.”

Never able to resist his breathy commands, she did just that. Staring upside down at the poor singer right as his eyes widened in shock, his realization hitting at the same time as the demon he’d beckoned forth climaxed. All the mortal’s views of the world crumbling down to ashes as Kylo filled her whole again.

See, sweet Rey, anything worth having is worth sharing.  

JOURNAL 3 BLACKLIGHT EDITION REVEALED! (Part 1)

Today’s a special day! Today is not only Father’s Day, but Alex and Ariel Hirsch’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by cracking open your copy of Journal 3, prepping your blacklight and invisible ink pens, and jotting down everything here in the special edition so you can have a copy for yourself without resorting to eBay or shady second-hand Craigslist deals!

I was lucky number 02149 to get a copy of the special edition of Journal 3. Well, lucky as in “I could afford to buy it and pre-ordered it back in March the exact day I heard about it going on sale.” Still, I am PSYCHED to share this with everyone! Admittedly I didn’t take photos of every single page – only the ones with black-light effects that were more than ink spatters. Some I had to take [kinda big] pictures of individually, to be able to read the text properly, and others were multi-page spreads that I couldn’t resist capturing in their beautiful glowy glory.

Of course I’ll be captioning them all for you, in case you can’t download/read them. Also, there’s a few secret codes in here! But did you really expect anything less? Also also, this is a 9 page word document (not counting pics), so I’m splitting it up into 3 parts. Especially considering the size of these pictures. 

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For centuries dudes have been able to get into sticky situations and get themselves out of them and run around and just act foolish without there being a romance at the end of it. Typically if a woman is in a comedy she’s just there to get married or wag a finger at the men acting foolish. It’s such a breath of fresh air to be the one acting foolish and to be the one getting messy and making mistakes.

this is the opening of a sequel to a kingdom where nobody dies, which i started as soon as i finished the first one and am only just looking into finishing up now bc Life Happened. for those joining us just now, andrew is a obscurial, neil is a pureblood wizard from a grindelwald-supporting family on his father’s side, both of them are on the run from MACUSA. probably read the first fic?? it’ll make more sense that way. 

(also friendly reminder i am currently taking prompt commissions!) 

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Andrew stands in the doorway, eyebrows raised, and says, “I suppose this answers the question of what you told your uncle.”

“Stuart,” Neil corrects absently, rolling his eyes without looking up, and Andrew snorts under his breath.

There’s an interconnecting door between their bedrooms, set into the wall. It’s lockable from both sides. The rooms, vast and looking out on the rolling vistas of pleasant and manicured green, each have a bed that could fit Neil three times over and an adjoining water-closet across the hall, tiled in a pearlescent teal that undulates unsettlingly in the copper light after months at sea. Only Neil’s bed has been turned down. As far as implications go, it’s not slight. When Neil does look up, Andrew is watching him silently from the doorway still, hands braced either side of the doorframe like a penitent halfway to being flayed alive, like a woman carved into the bow of a ship to replace all the wives left behind. Andrew’s posture is a question. Neil says, “I didn’t say anything outright.”

(And he hadn’t. When he’d called in the favour Stuart had owed him, linked inextricably to his mother’s dying breath hot on Neil’s face, it had been after seven years of silence. The static on the transatlantic line, bespelled against eavesdroppers, crackled and stuttered like kindling, Neil rubbing absently at his own face until Stuart had finally, tonelessly gone, “Will you be bringing Minyard with you?”

“I go where he goes,” Neil had replied, keeping the worst of the defensive note out of his voice. That Andrew came up hadn’t surprised Neil in the slightest: he wasn’t stupid enough to think Stuart hadn’t kept tabs on him, even and especially after he cast aside his old name. He also wasn’t stupid enough to believe Stuart might be opening his arms in Mary’s name as some kind of substitute Madonna. It could be a trap for Andrew, set by foolish men who thought Andrew could be honed into a weapon with their hands in control, when Andrew’s own pulse was a fucking hairline trigger.

“Yes. I’d heard something of the sort. You’ll have to travel as brothers, of course.”

“He won’t like that,” Neil retorted, a little irked by Stuart presuming to lecture a professional runaway on travelling incognito, and then changed the story to cousins out of sheer spite.)   

“Didn’t you? Well, then. Good to see subtlety’s a family trait on both sides,” Andrew mutters, the closest to disbelieving he gets, assessing the rooms again. “I worried we’d left all the basilisk’s blood dramatics back,” a pause where someone else might give in to saying home, “in Carolina.”

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galadriel takes the ring.

middle earth quakes & quakes & splinters, & fragments back into place. but it is never the same. thranduil bends but does not break. the dwarves shut themselves in their mountains but she does not siege them, merely sends ambassadors to parley. it is the men who resist, because men are foolish and weak. aragorn leads a counter-movement, of course he does– she hangs his men from the gates & brings the uncrowned king to her granddaughter. she grants the haradrim the lands stolen from them and burns rohan to the ground. gondor resists, and she herself storms its gates and unseats denethor from his mad throne. 

mordor is eclipse, perpetual dusk when gandalf crosses it, hoping to succeed where celeborn has failed. and it is not barren in the way before less red, more grey, full of dark flowers & nightshade. 

he finds her on her throne, dark-eyed, wargs resting at her feet.

olórin, she says, and her voice is a song, a nocturne, a thousand starlings lifting into flight and then plunging. she smiles and it is all teeth. i’ve been expecting you.

artanis, he answers, but she is something else. something darker, sharp as the stars.

go to the valar, she says, tell them i am coming. tell them i will have my revenge. tell them they will be unseated. 

or what? he demands, and she shows him the shire, shows him one thing he has loved so much in middle earth.

and he goes. oh, he goes.

Glamours pt. 1

“Pretzel!” Tex, my roommate, waved at me and motioned to the corner she had set up in and motioned for me to come over. “What are you doing out so late?”
“It’s not that late.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s-” Tex glanced at her laptop, “two thirty in the morning. What are you doing in the library at two thirty in the morning? You have morning classes.”
“I was just studying. The time must’ve gotten away from me.”
“Where exactly were you studying? ‘Cause you don’t want to end up in… Certain Places.” Tex shuddered, remembering the time she vanished for three days before her boyfriend dragged her out of the forest, feet bleeding and eyes wild.
“I appreciate you worrying about me, but I’m fine. I’ve got, like, five pounds of salt packets sewn into my clothes, and a bunch of nails in my pockets.” I pulled a rusted nail out and showed it to her. “Besides, what are you doing in the library so late? Don’t you have morning classes too?”
“Couldn’t sleep, so I’m binge watching Netflix.” She turned her laptop towards me, which was halfway through an episode.
“Well, try and get some sleep. I’m heading back to the dorms.” I shouldered my bag and started to head for the exit.
“Be careful!”

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like, look. takumi, nuri, and iwamoto aren’t perfect at designing female characters. but they’re at least SLIGHTLY diverse in terms of personality and appearance.

try to imagine franziska in the new games. she’s a woman who, if anything, looks OLDER than she is. she’s abrasive and tough, competent to a fault and respected by her peers. these aren’t flaws, and she doesn’t have to change to be loved. that’s who she is. try to imagine someone like aa4 ema. an adult woman who looks her age, is standoffish and impatient, eats a lot and doesn’t tolerate foolishness or men hitting on her. neither of these women are villains. they’re respected allies, heroes who come in clutch when you need them. 

put them next to characters like athena, juniper, bonnie, and rayfa. i love these characters, but they’re all kind of…..really similar. bubbly, soft, girlish, excitable, or otherwise fitting some sort of trope. rayfa is authoritative and strong-willed, but these are negatives. she’s a spoiled brat who softens as the story goes on, occasionally bursting into tsundere pouts when she has to try to be nice. 

who do we have who DOESN’T fit this mold? betty, someone who is not a criminal but ostensibly another tsundere trope and Not As Good As Bonnie. geiru, who is nuanced but framed as The Bad Guy. miriam, slippery and a nuisance. aura, intelligent and headstrong…..but violent, willing to do horrible things and now in jail. the new games don’t seem to have room for characters like olga orly, adrian andrews, desiree delite, angel starr or even wendy oldbag.

why can’t we have women in these games who aren’t demure, young looking, bubbly, or ice queens learning to love or whatever in these games anymore?

TWELVE HOURS OF LOVE UNSPOKEN 1/1

This took me a little longer than I expected but @inkcollectorus @duchov @what-the-fuck-is-magnetite and @vickiweis44 this is for you.  I warn you though - It’s angsty fluff that’s heavy on the angst!  Even my Valentine stuff is angsty shit.  Sorry.

Set in season four Cancer arc and told from a third person POV


TWELVE HOURS OF LOVE UNSPOKEN

By

AllyinthekeyofX

It’s hard not to notice him that first time.  It’s just after 6pm and he is shouting at the nursing staff, refusing to relinquish his hold on the tiny red-headed woman he is cradling in his arms, clutching her to him as the blood on her face transfers to the white cotton of his shirt, drenching them both in a sea of crimson that blooms and grows with every second that passes.   There is in fact, so much blood it’s difficult for me to figure out the source from my vantage point.

She is making an ugly, gurgling, choking sound even as her body jerks against his.  Her head is thrown back and he is desperately trying to still her movement lest she injures herself further, his frantic pleas to the nursing staff increasing in volume until he is practically screaming at them.  

He is in full panic mode; not thinking at this point, simply reacting to the situation he has found himself in and although I’m sure there is a small part of him that recognises that nothing can be done until he allows them to take her from him, sheer primal terror is preventing him from releasing her.

My throat tightens at the sight of him as he finally allows the attending ER staff to take over, the expression on his face one of such yearning as she is transferred to the waiting gurney and wheeled away from him that it literally takes my breath away. His final keening cry reverberating around the large area around us before he collapses to his knees on the linoleum floor that is now speckled with her blood, covering his face with hands that are equally as marked.  His shoulders are shaking and even though he makes no sound, I know from bitter experience that he is weeping.  Hopeless, uncontrollable distress that has no sound; the most painful kind I think.

No one moves.  No one reacts.  As though he is a wounded animal who might attack at any moment and for just a few heartbeats, it’s like time has simply stopped.

And then I force myself to move; to cross the space between us, my training coming to the fore as I pull a pair of surgical gloves from the pocket of my tunic and slip them on to protect myself from the blood that covers him.  Second nature in an environment such as this.

“Sir?”

Tentatively I place my hand on his shoulder, carefully not exerting too much pressure through my touch, but just enough to get his attention because although I don’t consider myself a medical professional, I have lived though more moments like this than I can recall and I know that right now, gentleness is the key.

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DIVE [JULIAN ALBERT]

request: “Could you possibly write Julian Albert x reader based off Dive - Ed Sheeran? That’s one of my favourite Ed songs at the moment :)” — by anon

a/n: another one of my favorite tracks! also, if anyone is familiar with isabelle lightwood, i kinda based her for the attitude of the reader. changed the flow a little bit too but not too much 😊 hope you like it!

p.s. the book shop / coffee shop mentioned in this imagine is purely fictional so if ever it is real, then it is just a coincidence

Masterlist + Request here!

    Julian Albert knew that Y/N Y/L/N was an extreme flirt the moment he was hired in the Central City Police Department. He could see the way she smirked, the way she flipped her hair over her shoulder, the way her eyes sparkled whenever she knew you were completely wrapped around her finger, and the way she would bite her lip as if inviting you in — Julian was just as hopeless as those who were included in the list of her victims, and he was having a hard time keeping himself tamed.

   Though under all that red lipstick and slight revealing clothing, Y/N was a very good detective who did everything to do the job right. She never took no for an answer, that’s why she was so great, she was so good at manipulating and persuading her suspects until they provided useful information.

   And that was why almost all of the members of their Police Department was gathered inside the bar at this moment, celebrating yet another success on one of Y/N’s cases.

   Captain Singh raised his glass up, “I would like to propose a toast to the girl who possibly has it all,” he grinned and everyone heard Y/N laugh, sitting by her own chair, “who has helped this community in so many ways, who will hopefully stay for more years to come. The precinct is lucky to have you, Y/N, thank you for your flawless service as always.”

   "Thank you, Cap. Cheers!“ Y/N winked cheekily, clinking her glass with the others who were closest to her.

    Julian weakly raised his glass.

    In the next second, everyone was speaking to each other in loud voices once again. They were congratulating the said girl, shaking her hand while the others had enough courage to plant a quick kiss on her cheek. Julian was envious of their confidence toward her because whenever he tried to talk to Y/N, he was just a mess.

    After a few more gulps of bourbon, the Metahuman Specialist dropped his glass quite loudly, not really knowing why he bothered to go to this party if he wasn’t planning to talk to anyone. He guessed he just wanted to see Y/N and see how happy she would be. He wasn’t too disappointed if he came to think of it.

   Speaking of the devil, she took a seat right across from him which made Julian lift his head up, the beautiful yet the dangerous face of Y/N blurry because of his vision.

    "Having fun, Albert?” she tilted her head with a teasing smile.

    He snorted. “If fun meant that I am regretting going here, then yes, I’m having fun.”

    “Ah, always the charmer.” she joked, circling her finger over the rim of her own glass. “Hmm, you want to get out of here? Go do something fun?”

    Julian raised his eyebrows at her mischievous expression, also at the suggestive tone in her voice. And suddenly, he didn’t seem to be so drunk anymore.
   
    “What do you mean?” asked Julian.

    Y/N shrugged innocently. “What do you think?”

    He bit the insides of his cheeks. “Uh, it doesn’t matter.”

    She narrowed her eyes at him, pursing her lips in the process. She seemed to be analyzing him, like he was a witness from a crime scene or even the suspect. It made Julian all self-conscious again despite being known for being arrogant and quite rude.

    Finally, she answered. “Well, whatever it is, my offer still stands.” smirked Y/N. “So, do you want to or not? If you don’t say yes, I’ll have to use force.

    "Is that a threat?”

    “Maybe.”

    Julian sighed. “I guess, I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

    Y/N grinned, grabbing his hand then while standing up. “No. Now, come on.”

    They fled away from the party hurriedly, careful so that no one would take notice of their disappearance. He couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this with her, but in the same time, he thought Y/N had probably pulled this trick to every guy she met. What was so special about him that he was now part of those foolish men?

    Julian didn’t know where he expected Y/N to take him. Was he thinking she was going to bring him to her place? Was he actually thinking that something might happen between them this night? But all his questions were answered when she took a left turn and pulled him along with her, entering a book shop that oddly smelled like coffee beans.

    “What is this place?” he asked, staring around the room, seeing countless of old books on shelves and a lot of motivational posters on the walls.

    Y/N looked back at him. “Read & Drink.” she answered. “Not the best name, I know, but I find this place very relaxing and their coffee matches Jitters.”

    She pointed at the table at the farthest corner of the small shop.

    “Why don’t you take a seat back there and I get us coffee? My treat.”

    Julian didn’t mean to but he abruptly gazed at her like she was insane. Why were they inside a coffee / book shop? He didn’t even know if she liked reading, or was this somehow a part of her plan to lure him in and trap him? He knew girls like Y/N; they were heart breakers and didn’t care that they were.

    With a confused expression, he crossed his arms. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, Y/N?”

    Y/N dramatically sighed, ignoring the way he has been staring at her. “Buying us coffee. So like I said, just move —”

    “No.” Julian cut him off. “No, I refuse to do this anymore. You’re doing it again. You’re acting like you actually care for me when I know for a fact that I am just one of your boy toys.”

     She was unfazed by his accusation, a smile creeping on her lips because of the selection of words he decided to use. “How are you so sure about that?”

     He huffed a breath. “Because you’re a flirt and you mess with other people’s feelings. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re playing at. You’ve been doing it to me, to Barry, to that other guy at the station — basically, every guy you encounter.”

    The amount of alcohol he had taken earlier was taking effect on his thoughts and actions. He always wanted to say that to Y/N and now he has finally done it, he was puzzled to realize that it didn’t serve him any comfort at all knowing that he had said something out of his chest. Instead, Julian wanted to take it back.

     "Wow. Is that how low you think of me, Julian? That I’m just an easy chick who lets random people touch me?“ she formed her lips into a thin line. "I bet it’s because I wear less clothing, doesn’t it? Well, for your information, the way I dress myself doesn’t define who I am.”

     Julian was taken back by her sudden outburst.

    “And the way you flirt?” he asked.

    Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile. “If you want a job to get done or some favors, you got to play dirty sometimes.” she took a step back. “I can’t believe I even bothered with you. For a minute there, I thought you weren’t like anyone else who just talked to me because they wanted to get laid.”

     He frowned upon her statement. “Y/N, I didn’t mean it that way. I was only —”

    “Only cautious?” she guessed, laughing. “Gosh. Were you thinking that I was going to bring you to some motel and seduce you?” she laughed even more, though the laughter escaping her lips weren’t because of joy, it was because of hurt.

     "No, Y/N, that’s not what I was —" Julian stopped himself from lying, knowing that it was exactly was he was thinking of.

    She nodded in understanding, taking another step backwards. “Well, I’m not really in the mood to be with you right now. Let’s just call it a night, shall we?”

    But Y/N didn’t need an answer as she marches pass his way and towards the exit, purposely bumping on his shoulder to let him know that she wasn’t pleased.

    Julian didn’t need it to be aware. He just stood there motionless, a disappointed and frustrated groan being let out of his system afterwards, the feeling of being so ridiculous seeping through his head as he replays the conversation he just had with Y/N.

     He was so careful not to hurt himself that he didn’t even think that it was possible to hurt her as well — and now, he absolutely didn’t know how to fix it.

Until Hell Freezes Over (M)

» prince!yixing, 10.6k, can i request smut w/ the reader and either junmyeon or yixing?

warning: smut (pretty vanilla), mentions of death, violence, torture, medieval concepts, witchcraft, pagan ideas and a bunch of other things but 

part of the royal!exo au series

Zhang Yixing is a commander. He has worked his way up to the top by sheer force of will; hard work, perseverance and dedication. To his country, to his job and to his people, Zhang Yixing gives everything – apart from one thing. There is one person that will only have him, and that person will have him forever.

Originally posted by katherine8595

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Heroes Wear Dresses

angelica schuyler x reader

prompt: angelica is tired of seeing people trample over the new girl in town

a/n: ah i love the thought of defensive angelica but lmao its 3 am and this kinda sucks ah i need to write better fics 

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Angelica didn’t know the new girl’s name.

Quite frankly, she didn’t know much about the girl besides the fact she moved from New Jersey and now owned the locker beside her own. Angie knew she had the most wonderful smile and would always say hello to her when they were both at their lockers. Ang also knew she was possibly the cutest girl she had ever laid eyes on. 

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Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 59

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Chapter Fifty-Nine: Bowling

After school, Lucy and Levy made their way to their group of friends, gathered in the normal meeting spot. The plan was to hang out today since it was Friday, but the last time Lucy checked, no one knew what they wanted to do. A few ideas were tossed around, but nothing had been decided.

“Hey!” Erza called out when she saw the two girls approaching. Jellal and Gajeel were present, but Gray, Juvia, and Natsu were missing.

“Hey Erza!” Lucy smiled at the redhead before looking around. “Any idea where the others are?”

Shaking her head, Erza sighed. “No, but they better hurry. I want to get to the alley before all the good balls are taken.”

Lucy blinked, confused for a few reasons. “Umm, what?”

“Didn’t you get my message?”

Lucy took out her phone, seeing she had a few texts. “I haven’t checked my phone since lunch. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Erza said, lowering her head as if she was disappointed. “I’m to blame. I shouldn’t have texted you during class, but I couldn’t help it.”

“What’s up?” Juvia asked, joining the group.

“Erza texted during class,” Jellal snickered, causing a soft blush to coat Erza’s cheeks.

“It won’t happen again!” she assured, but no one minded.

While Erza continued to berate herself, Lucy checked her messages. She read them out of order so she could figure out what Erza was talking about first.

Erza: We should go bowling! Cana said Quatro Cerberus is doing a promotion for glow bowl tonight! Half price! What do you think?

Erza: Lucy, you and Levy are the only ones who haven’t responded yet. Do you want to go?

Erza: Lucy?

Erza: I will page you over the loud speaker if I have to!

Lucy giggled at the string of messages, casting Erza a glance before saying, “I don’t mind bowling.”

While Erza smiled and asked Levy what she thought, Lucy returned to her messages.

Natsu: Do you want to hang out tomorrow? We could catch a movie?

Natsu: Wait, shit. I forgot your doing that sleepover. Never mind. I’ll ask Gray if he wants to hang out.

Natsu: Or maybe I’ll crash your party. Wouldn’t that be fun? :P

Natsu: JK… Or am I?

Natsu’s messages brought a smile to her face. She guessed he had an easier time texting her than talking to her in person.

Before she could form a reply, she heard the sound of her boyfriend’s voice behind her, causing her smile to grow. Turning around, she went to greet him, only to blanch when she saw his face. “What happened?!”

Natsu, who was walking with Gray, stopped. “Huh?”

“She’s talking about your face,” Gray said, tapping his own cheek as a reference.

“Oh,” Natsu laughed. “I got in a fight.”

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