“Where’d you get the big scar on your tummy?” Her head slowly turned to the side out of curiosity, laughing at her father looking down to finally notice his lack of a shirt.
He made it seem that way.
The question put him off edge, and he didn’t want to scare Silver.
“Even after all these years…”
Both of them turned to the direction of the new voice.
Gray could’ve sworn that Juvia had a sixth sense for feeling his emotions as well.
“Don’t worry, snowflake! I’ll tell you how he got that scar.”
Gray handed Silver to his wife, and they all sat down.
She looked up and smiled.
“Long ago, your father was stuck in a battle, with no way to escape it-”
“Just like with deliora…?” The child spoke softy interrupting her mother.
“No…” Juvia looked at Gray. “This battle was…”
She paused, wondering how to explain.
Then Gray spoke up.
“Your mother was in the battle too! We were protecting the guild from evil…!”
“Ahh~!” Silver now listened more intently.
Juvia then spoke up. “There was an evil… Ice monster, who was trying to defeat us both…” She smiled, just then figuring out the rest. “The monster’s claws swung out trying to hurt me first, but then Gray jumped in the way!”
“Did you defeat it, dad?!”
Being enthusiastic about the subject was hard…
Gray planned to tell her the truth.
What little he remembered of his real family was the love and trust they all shared.
Long ago Gray decided he wanted to raise a child in that environment.
But he was glad Juvia made up a story to protect her innocence.
Looking at his wife playing with their daughter, he was then reminded of the reason he had the scar in the first place.
can you do a one shot of someone attempting to manipulate dark and winning?
(I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but this is
what came to my mind when I saw your ask!)
“Hello, Host,” Dark whispers sweetly. It’s always sweetness
with him, the Host thinks, like he’s trying to rot your teeth out verbally. “It’s
so nice to have you in my humble office again. What brings you by?”
The Host sits awkwardly in the leather chair across from Dark’s
desk. He can smell cinnamon and apples, Dark’s favorite kind of candle, oddly
enough, and it messes with his perceptions of the room. “I wanted to talk to
you about Amy, Dark. I want you to leave her alone.”
Dark has the audacity to look amused, like the Host is a
little child asking for a piece of candy. That’s all the Host is to Dark, a naïve
little child. “Please, Dark. She’s not a threat to you. She’s just a nice girl
mixed up with us because she cares.” He let the tears he cannot cry show through in his
The gray Ego laces his fingers together slowly. “Host, am I
mistaken or are you trying to tell me how to run this organization? Everything I
do is for the best. Are you really questioning my actions?” Dark’s form jerks
out of position in a spasm of anger before returning abruptly to normal.
The Host sighs within himself. He had hoped that it wouldn’t
come to this. “Darkiplier feels his muscles go stiff against his control. He is
unable to move without the Host’s consent.” Dark stiffens visibly, and his eyes
alight with surprise. “Yes,” Host hums, “Dark did not know that the Host possessed
this power, but that is because the Host let Dark assume that he was weak.”
Host stands and strides over to Dark’s side of the desk,
opens a drawer, and pulls out Dark’s gun. “But the Host is done trying to keep
his superior away from Miss Amy, so he is forced to take action.” The Host
presses the cold metal of the gun into Dark’s temple and sighs. “But the Host
doesn’t like to kill. It doesn’t please him, so he is going to give Dark one
The Host leans down and whispers into Dark’s ear. “Leave
Amy Nelson alone.”
is married to AJ Styles, and they fight really badly, and then… Make up sex
**A/N: **Requested by a lovely anon. First smut fic ever written. Main song playing in the
background is “Motivation” by Kelly Rowland because it gets the juices flowing.
Feedback is welcomed just in case I decide to write another one. Feel free to @
me all day, week, year, and century. Hopefully this one is rough enough.
**Warnings: ** (NSFW)SMUT AHEAD; SLIGHT DADDY KINK. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!
Ever since AJ had come home the
week earlier, the house had been a mess. Dishes in the sink, clothing on the
floor: the list went on. I walked into our home, eleven o’clock in the dead of
the night with AJ laying comfortably on the living room sofa fast asleep and
snoring; the house was decorated in the exact same unkempt manner it has always
been with him there.
Making my way past the plates
stacked on the coffee table, I shoved AJ out the chair and onto the cold
hardwood floor beneath him.
“What the actual fuck?” He yelled,
pushing his brown hair out of his eyes; a definite sign of anger and
frustration. AJ turned to face me, fuming shades of every red you can possibly
imagine, and rose from the floor. “What’s your problem, huh?”
Summary: Harry Potter AU. Natsu is the Hogwarts Tri-Wizard Champion. The underwater challenge left him with a slight stutter from being under for so long. And now it’s time for the Yule Ball. He’s the champion, he has to have a date. The only witch he could even consider asking is his best friend, and way out of his league.
Note: this fic revolves around Book 4: Goblet of Fire. I switched trial 1 and trial 2, you’ll see why.
“You’re the Hogwarts’ champion, if you can’t ask a girl to the ball, then I sure as hell can’t.”
Natsu groaned, some champion he was. He barely survived the first task. Who the heck thought it was a good idea to have an underwater challenge?!
“I’m j-just gonna a-ask someone as-as a friend,” Natsu finally got out. Unfortunately, the underwater task nearly left him mute. The Durmstrang champion tried to fight him to get to his ‘something precious’ first, causing his air bubble to burst. The other champion had made sure Natsu was stuck in the water, and if it wasn’t for Headmaster Makarov he would have drowned. But the length of time he was underwater damaged his vocal cords, leaving him with a maybe-permanent stutter.
“Who?” Slytherin chaser Gajeel asked.
“I know who he wants to ask,” his dorm mate Gray half sang as he joined Natsu and Gajeel at the table in the Great Hall for breakfast.
“No-no o-one,” Natsu cursed under his breath, but the other two ignored him.
“Who?” Gajeel asked again. Despite him being in the house of the snake, his best friends were in Gryffindor. They knew one another since diapers, a little house division wasn’t going to break them apart.
“Ravenclaw’s number one perfect prefect, Lucy Heartfilia,” Gray smirked right at the pink haired wizards face.
“I- I- no- no I-” Natsu couldn’t speak fast enough to stop them, or his blush.
“Lucy? Good luck with that, Salamander,” Gajeel snickered.