my writing; fairy tail

title: assembly required

rating: t

ship: nalu

summary: “natsu you fuck, I sent you to build a wardrobe not marry my fucking sister” - they probably have the movie rights to this one

notes: AHHH @rivendell101 I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FIFTEEN  YEARS TO DO alisha won second place (1.5K words) in my 2.2K follower giveaway and requested a nalu soulmate au involving writing on their person and while I had one written and ready to go like two weeks ago I went to IKEA and bought a wardrobe and while I was dismantling the stupid thing for the second time I had an idea and rewrote it.  this went over 1.5K words but oh well lmao 

notes p2: ok so in this au you’re born with half a word on your wrist, and your soulmate has the other half.  the word isn’t necessarily the first word your soulmate says to you, and you’ll know it’s them because it will flash a colour when one of you says it.  


From: Sparkypire

Time: 8:47 AM

Natsu(5) + {[Any situation(the amount of people)(proximity to Gray Fullbuster(5) OR Gajeel Redfox(3))] - Presence of Erza Scarlet(2)} + Access to pyrotechnics of any sort + Access to his phone = total level of destruction possible, plus-or-minus 2.

To: Sparkypire

Time: 8:48 AM

What the fuck?

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Imagine Your BroT3 #1

Person B: Geez, can you guys be any louder?!?

*Person A and Person C start shrieking*

Person B: SON OF A-

If you talk about it, you probably won’t write it. -Irving Wallace.

LET ME TELL YOU GUYS WHY THIS IS SO FUCKING TRUE!



Every story I’ve ever written one way or another I’ve revealed the content of it, but most, if not all of them are not done. However recently I started writing without telling anyone about them…every single one whether its one shot or several chapters are now completed. And I’ll have you guys know that I just found this quote, but I figured this out days ago by testing it out. I began a story that I was on a roll with; wanting to test the theory I told my sister about it….I ended up deleting the story because I could no longer write it. Its like the excitement you have for it to literally shake someones core from how good it is dies when you tell them the best parts of it or even just a summary.


I mean it may just be me but if you want to write a story DO NOT tell anyone. Literally just write.


PS: Tell me if it works!

title: One-Ply Promises

rating: t

pairing: Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

summary: Of all of the stupid shit Lucy has done while drunk, entering a contract with a demon probably takes the cake. The icing on said cake, however, is the fact that neither of the two know what the terms of the contract are. Until they figure it out, Lucy is stuck living with a demon who doesn’t really understand the concept of keeping a low profile.

chapter one: Always Read the Terms and Conditions

ffn link


He has fucking horns.

“Hi.” The horned man is sitting on her desk and moving his legs back and forth as if he’s on a swing and not very cheap, breakable material. “I’m looking for someone.”

Lucy points towards the door. She is beyond hungover right now, and frankly, cosplayers hanging out in her room at - she checks her phone - nine in the fucking morning doesn’t begin to make her list of the top ten weirdest things to have gone down in res. It doesn’t even make her top fifty, really.

“You know who Lucy Heartfilia is?” Horned-man asks.

Should she call the cops? Probably. Is she going to? Probably not. Lucy bobs her head (bad move, bad move, gravity doubles down for a solid ten seconds what the fuck, physics-) and waves at her face listlessly. Horned-man brightens. The blonde feels her stomach roil in response. Ugh. It’s way too early to be that chipper for anyone.

“Hi! I’m E.N.D., but you can call me Natsu! I’m a demon. You made a contract with me last night.” He hops down and fishes around in his pocket as he walks towards her bed, retrieving a neatly folded square of toilet paper which he holds out to her. She squints. She can make out her signature but the rest looks a lot like her lecture notes when she’s doing them half asleep. Definitely her writing and definitely illegible.

“I was directed to this room after you signed it and then you showed up later, but you know how drunk people are; you could have been anyone just looking for an empty room to crash! So I had to wait to confirm,” he explains. “Now, do you remember what the terms of the contract are? Because I can’t read what you’ve written.”

Lucy can’t even remember the word for the colour of her walls at the moment, but she can’t vocalize that quip thanks to the desert that has made its home in her mouth. She settles for a thumbs down. Horned-man (Naruto? She swears it’s Naruto) laughs nervously. “We, uh, might have a problem.”

Besides the fact that I’ve somehow made a contract with a demon? Wait, what? Demon? Whoa, back up. Demon. Like, actual demon ohmygod what-

“I can’t get back to Hell until I fulfill the terms of this contract.”

Oh, hell.

“I’m gonna be stuck here with you,” he says. “So, uh. Hi?”

Lucy opens her mouth and her stomach decides that right then is the perfect time to empty itself all over Naruto-demon-dude’s white pants. Because what better way to greet her new roommate than with nacho-and-martini flavoured upchuck?

THE NALU NAP
my otp makes me w e ak and i think we all need a nice thing right now
dedication: @okmeamithinknow thanks for becoming a patron!!!!

The wind gently rustled the tree tops. All around them, birdsong drifted through the air and brought magic to the forest. Lucy had rarely felt more peaceful than in this moment.

Her feet were bare, her boots discarded after the long walk. She wiggled her toes and relished the fresh breeze that tickled them. Natsu had felled a few trees and disturbed a few birds and hunted a boar and, finally, had burned through all of his energies. Now he sat beside her with a perfectly content smile on his face, on the verge of falling asleep. Only Happy was still munching away at the leftovers. 

She could have lived in this moment forever. 

And who was there to stop her? Lucy smiled. It was a lazy day and they had all the time in the world. Life could excuse them for a little while longer. 

“It’s so nice here,” she sighed, and Natsu affirmed this with a grunted sound of approval. She glanced over and saw him blinking away the sleep in his eyes. This was the one battle he would lose. He caught her looking and grinned lazily. 

“I’m so full,” he said and yawned, stretching his arms above him.

It was the most contagious thing and Lucy could not and did not want to resist. When he brought his arms back down he had somehow moved closer, brushing against her shoulder. Lucy was oddly aware of the contact, but it was very welcome. 

Natsu seemed to feel it too, and hesitated for a moment. Then he relaxed and leaned further into her, melting against her side as he exhaled. An involuntary smile spread widely across Lucy’s face, and she reached up to take a hold of his arm and rest her head just under his. 

They didn’t speak, and she wasn’t sure if it was because sleep was taking them or because there wasn’t anything that needed to be said, not really. There was a wonderful, silent agreement between them: that this was good and right and didn’t need to be questioned. 

His head drooped, chin resting on her hair, and slowly but steadily he reached for her hand and pushed it down until it met his. He mumbled something she couldn’t even make out anymore, but it didn’t matter. She laced her fingers with his and opened her eyes one last time. 

She saw their little fireplace, tree trunks and ferns and leaves and green, so much green. She thought she could even smell it. She caught Happy, too, who was snickering to himself at the sight in front of him, but she couldn’t even bring herself to bicker. He could snicker all he wanted. 

She felt warm and comfortable and loved and she was not ashamed of that. 

Smiling with her eyes closed, she reached out her free hand. Happy promptly accepted the invitation and, with a yawn to rival Natsu’s, snuggled up against her thigh. Soft little snores began to fill the air, and Lucy knew she had to fall asleep quickly before Natsu kicked into full gear. It wasn’t hard at all.

They didn’t move for a long while. 

(Until Natsu drooled on Happy’s head and sparked a chain reaction of rather unfortunate events.)

Imagine Your OTP - 3rd Wheel
  • Person B: Now that we're alone...
  • Person C: Oi! I'm still here!!
  • Person A: Oh, I forgot you came with us...
  • Person C: ...You invited me...

“one of us has to get out of bed to make pancakes and it’s not going to be me ok just go and bring me nourishment”

for @cupcakecana bc 1) she is an actual cupcake and 2) she wanted happy things so here are happy things -3-

It is a vicious attack that wakes him. First a cold foot to his thigh, and then an unbearable weight on top of him. Natsu grunts into the mattress and drudgingly lifts his head to save himself from certain death by suffocation. 

“Food…” Lucy’s breath tickles his ear as she clutches at him like a spider monkey, her voice first thin and whiny and then suddenly rising to a volume that–in Natsu’s humble opinion–shakes the entire bed. “Natsu. Feed me.”

“Lu,” Natsu groans, still half asleep, “It’s the middle of the night. Lemme sleep.”

“Nuh uh.” She doesn’t say anything more, but she doesn’t have to. Because she bites into his earlobe instead. 

With a cry, Natsu shoots upright and pins her to the bed. She grins up at him sleepily, and he isn’t sure if he should chide or kiss her. But then her stomach rumbles, and she makes a very pitiful face, and Natsu knows his fate is sealed. No way he can refuse that

Lucy blinks up at him innocently. “Feed…us…”

“You sound like a monster,” Natsu informs her before releasing her arms and hopping off the bed. He receives a pillow to the head which he doesn’t bother blocking. Laughing to himself, he leaves the room. If he has to make pancakes, he’ll make sure they are enough to soothe his woman. A monster has nothing on her. Natsu grins. 

Natsu’s pancakes are messy and not very pretty, but they are always good. (“I cook with love,” he’ll say, “And love tastes best freestyle!” To which Lucy will always roll her eyes and point out he isn’t making any sense. He says he is.)

Lucy awaits him with outstretched arms, a big smile on her face. “That smells great. My saviour!” 

“I hope I get more than that title for this,” Lucy’s saviour says, wiggling his brows as he presents her with an entire stack of steaming pancakes. 

Lucy’s eyes glint with promise, but then she snorts. “You can have a pancake.”

“Did you say one?!” 

“Maybe two.”

“Didn’t you say ‘feed us’?” Eh?” He nudges her side as he slips back under the blanket and she places the plate between them. He enthusiastically grabs a pancake, but almost chokes on it when he sees the expression on her face.

“I didn’t mean you,” she tells him, suddenly quieter, and bites her lip. Half a pancake hangs out of his mouth as he scrunches his brows, slowly processing her words.

His eyes drop to her stomach. Then they grow wide. He lifts them back up to fix them on hers with a silent question.

“It certainly explains all the late night food cravings,” she mumbles with a small smile. 

Natsu doesn’t say anything. Slowly, he plucks the pancake from his chin and places it back on the plate. And even slower, pure joy creeps onto his face. 

“Another?” he asks, and Lucy can’t hold back a wide, teary smile as she nods, and keeps nodding. “We’re gonna have another baby!” 

Natsu isn’t sure what to do first, but his body is faster than his mind. He squeezes her against him, pressing kisses to her head, before releasing her with the widest grin possible. Almost ceremoniously, he takes the plate and offers it to her. 

“You can have them all,” he tells her very seriously, knowing by the twitch to her lips that she can barely hold back laughter.

“Why thank you,” she says with a bow of her head, pecking his cheek and then rolling up a pancake to heartily bite into it. Natsu watches her eat (and eat and eat), and when she is done, Lucy grins. “This one definitely has your appetite.” 

Avis Draconis

Pairing - Gajevy

Type - AU: Dragons and fairies because I’m trash for that trope

Words - 4334

Note: this was originally gonna be something for Gajevy love fest, so I’m still gonna put the tag, but I decided to post it now bc I’m too in love with it to wait until the day I was gonna post it. Also, this is going to become an actual fanfic, so here is the link to the story! Thanks for all the support so far <3

Levy let out a weak cry as she slid down the cold iron bar, too exhausted to stand any longer, much less throw herself against the cage like she had been. The frigid metal seemed to continually sap the life right out of her veins, and it was all she could do to keep the tears that blurred her vision from falling.

The dragon had thrown her in this cage, then up and left. He was probably preparing his torturous means of killing her. He’d probably start by cutting up her wings before tearing them off. Each slice in the thin membrane would cause her immense pain. Then, for all she knew he might even decide to break her flight bones before he even tore them from her back. The thought made her curl even further into herself and conceal her frightened form with those large wings he’d go for first.

The silvery feathers along the bottom of the membrane were out of place and mangled. The gold ones lining the bones at the top were patchy and dull. Her species of fairy, the ancient Avis people of the south, were a prideful one. So the sight of her plumage in such poor condition brought a feeling of shame upon her.

Not that its appearance was her fault though…

At the sound of footsteps approaching, she scrambled back from the door of the cage. But these footsteps sounded different than the ones she heard when the dragon left. She wasn’t sure how long ago that was, but she knew it had been a fair amount of time. So the sound of these new footsteps lit a dark curiosity in her. They echoed off the stone walls in what she could only assume was the dragon’s aerie, though it was dismal and bare, with only two windows and a dragon-sized door that had been slammed shut after they arrived.

“I’ve heard much about your people,” came a gruff voice from the darkness. She could only assume that it came from the same creature as the footsteps. “The prideful fairies of the south, the powerful, legendary Avis who come out only when the sun is at its peak, and when the moon is at its fullest.”

The torch on the wall near the cage only illuminated so far into the darkness, and whomever was now circling her stayed just outside its reach.

“I say you’re just arrogant fools who’ve hidden in your enchanted forest for far too long,” the voice hissed. Judging from it, she could tell it was a man, though she could not glean what species he was from the few words he had spoken. “You value your knowledge and your wings more than anything, so you have failed to notice all the changes going on in the world outside your borders…”

“You call me arrogant,” she croaked, her throat feeling like a desert. “Yet you keep company with a dragon. That seems to me both foolish AND arrogant…”

The man chuckled, the sound bouncing off the walls to give the feeling that his laughter was surrounding her. The next thing she knew, a hand reached through the bars at her back to take hold of her narrow chin and turn her around to face him.

“My poor little fairy, that dragon and I are practically one in the same,” he grinned. The sight of him took her breath away to the point that she had no response.

A wild mane of unkept black hair fell down his back, which was covered by a thick, luxurious cape. He had on a dark shirt with a high neck and no sleeves, giving a full view of his muscular, scarred arms. His light pants were tucked into worn leather boots to complete the look. But even more captivating was his face. A sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones gave him a very angular appearance. One odd thing about him though was the piercings scattered about his face. Three lined either side of the bridge of his nose, four were fastened in the place of both of his eyebrows, and two dotted the space between his lower lip and chin. His ears were littered with even more metal studs, and she found herself wondering what they felt like.

The grin that still cut across his face exposed his bright white teeth. Upon closer inspection, his canines were much longer - not to mention sharper - than any normal fae’s. Dragging her gaze away from them, she hesitantly brought it up to meet his own, then instantly regretted the decision. Once they made eye contact, she felt that she was paralyzed in her seat. His irises were the color of freshly spilled blood, and they bore hungrily into her soul. A stroke of fear shot through her, and she mustered all her will to tear away from his grasp and scramble away from him. Huddling on the opposite side of the cage, she concealed her body once more with her bird-like wings, leaving her head free to watch him skeptically.

“Aww come on little fairy. I just wanted to play a little,” he gave a dramatic pout as he took hold of the bars in front of him and hung almost seductively against them. “What do you think I’m gonna do, clip your precious little wings?”

“No, I’m sure the dragon will take care of that,” she muttered, voice wavering slightly at the thought.

“Come now, you really think that big metal head has enough use of his paws to be able to rip the wings off a teeny fairy like yourself?” He scoffed, straightening and slowly making his way around the cage toward her. He took a slow pace, emphasizing each step and clasping his hands behind his head. “If anything, should he decide he wants your wings clipped, he’d have me do it. But I don’t think that’s his intention…”

She hesitated, staying very still as the man continued to approach her. “T-Then what is his intention…if you know him as well as you claim?”

He sighed, coming to a stop behind her. He reached through the bars once again, but this time much more gently, to tug her closer to him. “I think it’s something much simpler than that, little fairy…” he murmured as he leaned down to nearly brush his nose to hers.

“Tell me…please…” It came out no louder than a whisper.

“Maybe he was captivated.” The sound of metal clinking against metal did not even register to her in that moment. “Maybe he wanted to keep you for himself.” The door was suddenly unlocked and opened, but Levy still was not free, as the man was suddenly situated atop her slight frame, his long legs straddling her waist and her arms pinned gently above her head with one of his hands.

“Maybe he wants to make you queen of all the lands he rules over instead of letting you become queen of that silly little forest. I’ve watched for two centuries as the war between the dragons and fae raged on, just waiting for a chance to end it, and I finally found that when you were named heir to the throne…”

“What are you talking about? You’ve been watching for two centuries? I’m the answer to the end of the-” Her voice trailed off as realization dawned on her. “Y-you… you’re the dragon aren’t you?” Terror coursed through her veins, but so did something else. Something much sweeter, much softer.

His expression changed slightly, looking almost guilty. “And what would you do if I said yes?” It was his turn to speak in no more than a whisper. “Would you run away terrified like all the rest of your kind? Would you refuse any consolation or friendship I might offer? No, I don’t think you would do that…” His free hand moved to slowly brush the strands of blue hair away from her face, almost lovingly. He then trailed it down her side until he reached her once awe-inspiring wings. “I thoroughly apologize for what I did to your wings, little one. It can be a bit difficult for a matured dragon to catch a fairy as quick as you. I foolishly hoped there’d be little or no collateral damage, but obviously I was mistaken.” Regret tinged his voice, almost making her believe him.

“If you say you’ve been around for two centuries, why did you wait for me to end this war? It’s claimed the lives of millions of fae and thousands of dragons…” Her voice was colored with fear still, and she didn’t try to stop it from trembling.

“Because I was the dragon that started it in the first place…” he admitted after a moment, not meeting her gaze.

“You aren’t-” She gasped quietly. “Black Steel Gajeel, the Iron King of the Dragons.”

“Do I frighten you a little more now? Does the name strike terror in your heart? I know I was the cause of all these deaths, and I wish I would’ve known two centuries ago what havoc it would bring. But I cannot let the rest of my brethren die off into extinction, nor do I have any more desire to bring destruction to your kind.” He dropped his head slightly, his face now hidden from her sight.

As his grip on her hands loosened, Levy slipped one free with ease, before hesitantly placing it under his chin to make him look at her. His skin was hot to the touch, and smoother than she would have expected from such a rugged looking man. “I think I understand why you brought me here then…” she admitted.

He glanced to his sides as movement caught his eye. But it was simply her wings, rising around him. Their impressive span was more than enough to wrap around the large man above her, and she nearly laughed at the fascinated look on his face as he inspected the feathered barrier around him.

“But I think I’d rather hear your explanation…”

He visibly swallowed, looking almost nervous. Never in a thousand years would Levy have thought she could make a dragon, much less their king, look nervous…

“I want to bring this cursed war to an end, my little fairy.”

Gathering her courage once more, she smiled ever so slightly. “Is that all you want? I find it hard to believe that the mighty Iron King would want just one thing of a lowly fairy like me.”

“You are no lowly fairy. You are Princess Levy McGarden, Heir to the throne of Avion, future ruler of the lands of Fiore and all the fae who reside within its borders. I may be king of the dragons, but if there is any creature to equal my power, it is you, both in status and magical ability.” He gazed down at her with such intensity that her heart fluttered in her chest. “I would like nothing more than for you to remain here by my side. Only together can we bring this fighting to an end. And only together would we be able to lead into the future to assure it does not occur again.”

“Convince me, o dragon king… why should I listen to a word you’re saying? I cannot deny that, while I’m tempted to accept your offer,” Levy hesitated, letting her fingers slowly trail down his neck to tug down the collar of his shirt. “I’m sure it would be an unlawful relationship in every meaning of the word. And while I’ll admit, you’re quite handsome…” Raising herself up on her already freed arm, she tugged the other from his grasp and wrapped it around the back of his neck. Only when they were nearly nose-to-nose did she finish. “Tell me how you wish to atone for all the sins that dirty those hands of yours.”

The almost stunned look on his face gave her enough self confidence to stay in that position. Otherwise, she’d have blushed so intensely she’d have burned to a crisp! But that confidence was tested as he gave a low chuckle. Here she was, trying her hardest to be intimidating and hopefully appealing, and he had the audacity to laugh at her… Anger tinged her expression as he stopped.

“I apologize, my little princess. This was much more than I’d expected. Had I known this would be the route you would decide to take me on, I’d have prepared a room for you to do with me as you saw fit, instead of leaving you in a cage…” As his words brought a deep blush to her cheeks, he ducked his head to press his lips softly to her neck. The tenderness of the gesture sent a chill down her spine.

He continued on after a moment of kissing her sweet skin. “So I hope it suits your needs-” he paused again, this time to look up at her. “If I offer my personal chambers instead.” With that, he allowed his lips to return to her neck, this time with the addition of gentle teeth scraping against her creamy skin.

Her wings slowly fell away from the pair as she felt herself going nearly limp at the feeling. As they made contact with the metal floor of the cage, she felt him slip one arm under the small of her back, and one beneath her head in what she thought was a mere romantic gesture. While she may have been partially correct, a strange leathery sound drew her attention away from the feeling of his mouth.

Opening her eyes, she drew in a quiet gasp. Above her rose a pair of metallic-looking dragon’s wings that put her own to shame, both in appearance and span. Gajeel gave her neck one last nibble before grinning down at her. The next thing she knew, they were out of the cage and soaring through the cavernous passages of the Iron Dragon’s stronghold. She was tucked against his broad, muscular chest, her wings folded tight against her back as his pumped thunderously above her.

Just as she had grown accustomed to the feeling of flying without her own wings, they were slowing to a stop. It was then that she realized that her arms were secured around his neck, and her body was pressed flush against his. As he folded his wings to his back, allowing the thick cape to cover them once again, she looked at him in wonder.

“Would you like to hang on my neck all night princess, or would you like to try and get at least a wink of sleep?” He grinned as that adorable blush spread over her cheeks once again. She released her hold on him, only to be lowered about a foot to the ground by his strong hands on her waist. She then truly realized how much larger he was in comparison to her.

As he turned to push open a set of enormous metal doors, she made to follow, but froze at the sight that awaited her. She had thought the previous cave was his aerie, but she was surely mistaken. This cavern put the previous one to shame. Mountains of treasure rose up along the curved wall, and six tall pillars carved to look like incredibly realistic dragons helped support the ceiling, from which hung an ornate crystal chandelier lit with hundreds of light lacrima. But the center of the space was what truly caught her attention.

A smaller collection of treasures surrounded a raised platform that contained what appeared to be some type of nest. The treasures there looked much more valuable than those along the walls, as this horde contained crowns and treasure chests overflowing with jewels. While the surrounding ones glittered gold, this pile glittered every color of the rainbow, reflecting the light from the chandelier above.

She took slow steps toward the altar as Gajeel watched her with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face. She looked so small and fragile against the backdrop of his chamber. All the metal and treasure surrounding her, with her tattered wings and torn dress. Yet he truly believed that, should it ever come to pass, he would protect her with more ferocity than he would ever protect any of the treasure that he had gathered over the last two centuries.

She paused at the steps to the altar and glanced back at him as he stood in the doorway. Receiving a nod of approval, she ascended the stone steps to the place where his nest was perched. She circled the structure slowly, noticing the iron shell on the outside, and running her hand along the large pillows that lined the edge of it. It was very much akin to the nests her own people slept in, but on a much, much larger scale. As she reached the back of it, she paused to look up at Gajeel. With a look of dangerous curiosity and mischief, she unfurled her wings and leapt into the air.

Her plan was to simply fly up a little ways then fall softly into the nest. But her battered wings had other ideas. She only pumped her wings twice, before pain shot through them and her face contorted. Before she could even start to fall toward the nest, Gajeel was there, arms holding her protectively against himself as she tried her hardest not to cry out from the pain.

He slowly lowered them to the nest, placing her gently among the blankets and pillows before moving to inspect her wings. He moved his fingers carefully along the bone of her left wing, then finding it intact, he moved to the right one. He found that it wasn’t in fact broken, but there was a patch of skin along the bone that was heavily irritated. The feathers there were torn up and several were missing. Guilt welled up in his chest as he folded his wings once again and called out in a language Levy couldn’t understand.

“I’m so sorry my little fairy, I’ll get you patched up in no time,” he murmured into her hair. He gently pulled her into his lap, keeping her injured wing free. She laid against his chest for a long moment, before he felt her stir. She reached up to undo the clasp at his throat, letting the heavy cape fall away and leaving his wings exposed. Looking up at him, he nodded with a smile as he got what she was silently asking.

He slowly unfurled he left wing, bringing it forward so she could see it. He smiled at the look of wonder that came to her face as she gazed silently at it. She reached out a tentative hand to run her fingers over the length of his flight bone. After she reached the end of it, she trailed her fingertips down the leathery membrane of the wing itself, fascinated as she brushed over the bones extending down from the main one through the membrane to end in a little claw at the edge of the wing. The structures were so foreign to her, so captivating, that she didn’t even notice someone else entering the chamber.

“Gajeel, I have what you asked for,” came a clear, deep voice from the doorway. With a start, Levy looked up at Gajeel in confusion, and he nodded with a smile before looking toward the door.

“Thank you Pantherlily. You can bring it in.” With his wing in front of her, Levy couldn’t see who was approaching. So she slowly peeked around the large obstruction only to be dumbstruck at the sight.

A small black cat approached them carrying a bag full of what appeared to be medical supplies over his shoulder. The cat wore a pair of billowy olive green pants and walked on two legs, and as she glanced around, she decided it had to have been him that spoke before.

Retracting his wing and returning it to his back, Gajeel watched Levy’s expression carefully. She looked astonished as the little Exceed approached them, and it brought a smile to his face. As Lily stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the nest, he bowed low, a gesture he had long since abandoned with Gajeel.

“Why bow now Lily? You haven’t done that in decades? Gajeel chuckled.

“The bow wasn’t for you screwhead. It was for her highness, Princess Levy of Avion,” the cat rolled his eyes. Levy laughed quietly, relaxing slightly against Gajeel’s chest.

“I like him,” she murmured to the dragon beside her.

“Tch, just hand me the supplies and be on your way,” Gajeel grumbled. As the cat stepped up to hand him the bag, he clambered over the side of the nest to joint them, seemingly much to Gajeel’s annoyance.

“So, Pantherlily, you seem to know who I am, but I can’t say the same about you,” Levy smiled as Gajeel shifted beneath her. She extended the injured wing, then shifted so her back was pressed to Gajeel’s chest so he could reach it with greater ease. She could have sworn he held his breath as she moved. “Where do you hail from?”

“I am an Exceed from the kingdom of Exlandia, a far away country where creatures like myself thrive. It’s nice to finally have someone around here to talk to about things as trivial as this,” he chuckled and shot a playful look at Gajeel. The dragon scoffed as he gently spread a salve over the injured area. It stung a bit at first, but after a moment Levy sighed as it soothed the pain.

“So tell me, what makes you stick around here Pantherlily?” She asked curiously.

“Gajeel saved me from many a battle when we were younger. Without his ugly mug, I wouldn’t be alive today. So I suppose it’s because we’ve formed a friendship. Or maybe I’m just too scared to fight with that dragon he hides inside that skin of his…” The little cat shuddered at some unspoken memory, which spiked Levy’s curiosity before she decided it would be better not to ask.

She inhaled sharply, trying to keep her wing still as she felt the ever unpleasant sensation of feathers being plucked from her skin. “What are you doing?” She hissed, turning to see what Gajeel was getting at.

“I’m sorry, but these feathers aren’t going to regrow unless they’re-”

“Removed, I know,” she cut him off. “But there are less painful ways of going about that, you know.” Her voice was colored in thinly veiled annoyance. “Let me handle this part. I won’t lose a single feather more than I have to.”

Rolling his eyes, Gajeel eased her off his legs to stand up. “Also know that your left wing is swollen near the base. Don’t fly for a while, I won’t have you injuring yourself further.” Stepping to the edge of the nest, he hopped out onto the altar. “I’ll be back.”

Her sense of safety wavered, and mild anger washed over her. “It’s not as though I asked to be injured and captured by a dragon today,” she muttered to herself. His footsteps halted, and she looked up to see him turn on his heel to face her.

“Do you want to end this war or not? Would you not sacrifice yourself for the sake of your people? Because I sure as hell would. I figured this would be the best alternative to one, or even both of us, having to die…” he retorted.

“You could have at least offered a treaty. Had you tried to arrange this peacefully, I would be much more open-minded to the idea, not to mention my wings wouldn’t look like a fledgling who fell out of her nest!” She replied somewhat defiantly.

In an instant, he was back in front of her, but now she was pressed against the pillows on the edge of the nest. His wings were flared out around him, and with the light from above him casting his face in darkness, she felt a true spike of fear run through her body.

“It can be a bit difficult to write out a treaty when you never learned to write in the language of your enemy,” he hissed, his eyes nearly glowing with frustration.

She was silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. Of course he wouldn’t know how to write in Fiorean. He was a dragon from the north. Up here they spoke Draconic, a long forgotten language in Fiore. Merely four fae still knew the language from the time before the war, and they were incredibly difficult to get in contact with. So should a treaty come to the queen of Fiore in Draconic, it would have taken an exceptionally long time to get it translated.

“I’ll make a deal with you then,” she proposed as an idea came to mind.

“What is your deal little fairy? I’m interested to know what you could offer.” His wings slowly lowered to his back, but his expression hardly softened.

“Teach me Draconic, and in return I will teach you to write Fiorean. I know it’s not much, but all I can really offer you is knowledge. I was a scholar, a magic wielder. I’m sure we would both benefit from this deal, just think it over…”

Since she was a little girl, some hundred years ago, she had always been fascinated with the dragons that plagued her people. She had heard tales of their complex language, and had dreamt of learning it. So the thought of finally being able to have a chance at learning even a bit of the difficult language intrigued her.

He hesitated, standing to his full height above her. “I’ll consider it.” Then he was walking away again, leaving her and a dumbstruck Pantherlily in his nest to tend to her wings.

Writing Master Post

Here’s all the fanfiction and theories I have written. I will update it every time I post new content. Let me know if any of the links don’t work.

Accounts: ff.net/AO3

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Fairy Tail

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NaLu

Written in Embers

One Wish

Your Hands are Warm

Hot Water (Light Smut)

Trouble (smut)

All Hallows Eve (smut)

Love Me Now

I’m Back (smut)

Mahrid

White Blood

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NaLu Drabbles/Ficlets

I Swear

Trick or Treat

You, my friend, watch too many cat videos

Don’t mind me

Promise

Pizza Boy

Open Your Eyes

Lost in Thoughts All Alone

Cherry Liqueur

Home Is Where the Heart Is

Killstreak

A Friendly Suggestion

Supergirl AU

❛ It’s hard to look you in the eyes… ❜

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NaLu Smut Prompts 

10. Give a lapdance

23. eat a banana without breaking eye contact

11. lick someone’s neck + 24. suck on someone’s fingers for 30 seconds

46. reveal your biggest sexual fantasy

21. sit in someone’s lap

13. 7 minutes in heaven + 27. go commando

19. take one article of someone’s clothing off with your mouth +  31. talk dirty to them

12. slap someone’s ass + 52. pinch someone’s butt

What if they hear us?

51 Send someone a sexy selfie + 36 Dry hump

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Zervis

Empire of Dirt (drabble)

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Fairy Tail Articles/Theory

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Natsu & Zeref FT 516 Theory

Natsu - NaLu Theory

NaLu, Fairy Tail & Fanservice

Happy, Natsu & NaLu

Ch. 503 thoughts / Part 2

Natsu FT 520 

do you think that Zeref knows that Natsu has already transformed into end?

Who do you prefer? Natsu or Lucy - Natsu Character profile

Favourite NaLu moments

Chapter 338 NaLu theory

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Edens Zero

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EZ Theory

EX Observations (Shiki&Giant woman)

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My Hero Academia 

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Kacchako

Comfort in Silence

a random first (nalu) kiss, that is all. one prompt? who needs one prompt

  • staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in
  • running their thumb over the other’s lips
  • one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly
  • their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

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His eyes seek hers, a little uncertain and a whole lot confused.

Lucy’s fingers tremble as she slides them along his cheek, over his scar, before gently settling them beneath his ear. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but closes it again without a sound leaving her lips. 

His hand settles on the small of her back instinctively rather than by choice, and he slowly blinks at his arm before moving his gaze back upwards. His body has become stiff, as if he’s frozen to the spot, and his mind has followed suit. But there is realization dawning in his eyes, and he releases a shaky breath. “Lucy, what’re ya…” 

He doesn’t finish his question, and Lucy does not answer. 

“I was really worried, you know,” she mumbles, locking her eyes with his. She smiles. “But I’m not anymore.”

Natsu smiles back, a small but genuine smile, and some off the tension drops off his shoulders. “Good.” 

Neither moves. Neither wants to.

But then Natsu catiously, very cautiously, moves his hand upwards along her back until he reaches her neck, where his calloused fingers tangle into her soft hair. Lucy holds his gaze, braver than before, and the smiles still cling to their lips even as they both forget about them. They slowly drop off their faces and are replaced by something else, a clouded sense of contentness, of being lost in a moment.  

“Lucy,” Natsu says, and he sounds surprised. He looks surprised, too, as he brings up his left hand and probingly taps his thumb against her cheek before dragging it along her lip. “You’re not blushing.”

“Well, I am now!” she protests and closes her eyes, trying not to laugh. She feels weirdly exhilarated, as if she can do anything. Heat creeps into her cheeks, her heart beating faster and faster as she realizes what is about to happen. To really happen. She’s seen it in his eyes.

They both want this, though she couldn’t have told you since when, or how. 

“If you want to kiss me,” she hears herself say, stumbling over the quiet words, “You can do it now.”

For a moment he falters, staring at her lips as if trying to hold himself back, but then a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he nods. Slowly, he leans into her and brushes his lips against hers. 

For a second, Lucy’s entire body freezes. She hasn’t expected her emotions to react quite as forcefully, but fireworks went off in her stomach and she feels the need to gasp for air. Only that would mean breaking the kiss, and that is the one thing she does not want. Not now, when Natsu so carefully, curiously, moves his lips along hers, and she can’t even bring herself to open her eyes. It has barely begun, is barely a kiss at all, but it feels all the more wonderful for it.

He exhales through his nose, a little shakily, before parting his lips and nipping at her bottom lip. Their mouths connect more fully now, moulding against each other with the care and innocent clumsiness only a first kiss can contain so purely. There are no more worries left in Lucy’s mind, and she laughs, drawing in a deep breath before pressing her body against his and running her hands through his hair and silencing his surprised gasp with her lips. 

“People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?“ 
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea.

Of course, Natsu is the only one who is stupid enough to pull a one-night stand with his fiancée, who he doesn’t know is his fiancée.


Double the Sin

Hazy

Chapter One

Thinking Out Loud

Hot, heavy, opened mouthed kisses.

Her scent intoxicated him, vanilla flooding his nostrils.

She placed light butterfly kisses along his jawline as she straddled his waist.

One night stands weren’t his forte.

However-"Gah!” He groaned tossing his head back, when the vixen of a woman decided to ground her hips onto his.

“Oh,” she sang sexily, “I like that sound.”

Her small hands unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Sliding her delicate hands under the fabric to appreciate the fine, hard lines his body had. “Mm, so you don’t just have a pretty face.” She whispered hotly in his ear. “I like.” Her nails scratched down his abs, making him hiss in pleasure.

This woman was driving him insane, her breath lingering with wine and mint. Her kisses tempting him to just go and take control.

She pulled away, chocolate orbs staring into his bottomless green ones. Gods, she was beautiful. Her long blonde hair, that was in a classy bun not too long away, cascaded down her shoulders messily.

That sinfully short, black dressed teased him as it bunched around her thighs showing off her creamy long legs. The blonde noticed something, pressing a chaste kiss on his thin lips. “Whatcha thinking about?” She whispered.

He caught her lower lip, nibbling on it gently. “You.” He replied quickly.

She raised a perfect brow, adjusting herself to lie on his stomach. Face close, and plump, red lips mere millimeters away from his. “Good.” she moaned, kissing his nose, “I was thinking about you too.”

The temptress buried her face in the crook of his neck, sucking, kissing and biting. Gods, she was a vixen. It was like she knew what he liked.

“Oh?” He breathed heavily, “What about me?”

Kissing up to his ear, she nibbled on it gently, “Just you-” she paused, pulling away. The man groaned from the lost of her lips. But seeing her straddling his hips, hair in a mess, and that sexy smirk tugging on her lips. “…And your pink hair.”

“It’s salmon, dammit-” she cut him off kissing him fully. Her kisses were full of passion, and very hot. Her tongue wiped at the sea of his lips, begging for entrance which he allowed. Her hands that were fisting his open shirt were now tangled in his messy locks.

The pink-haired man pulled away, which wasn’t very far, to stare at the beautiful girl above him. “You never told me your name.” he stated.

She nipped at his lower lip, emitting a low growl from the man under her. “Does that even matter?”

“Of course it matters,” he grunted nipping right back, “I need to know the name of the girl who is driving me insane.”

She smiled sexily, leaning closer to his ear. “The name’s Lucy.” she breathed hotly.

His jeans were painfully tight.

She grinned widely, rubbing herself on the tent of his pants. “Na-gah! Ah!”

“Na-gah?” she repeated playfully.

“Na-” he took a deep breath, hands gripping her wide hips. “Natsu.”

Lucy’s hands trailed down from his neck and to the top of his pants, fiddling with the belt. “Natsu?” Lucy said trying out his name, having it roll on her tongue.

Natsu now believed hearing her say his name was the sexist sound ever.

“Tell me, Natsu. Have you done something like this before?” Her words laced with everything but innocence.

The blonde pressed herself harder against him. Gods, she was going to kill him.

Natsu’s hands trailed down to the flesh of her ass and squeezed. That gave him the most delicious sound ever, a breathy moan. He rubbed himself against her.

“You-ah! Never answered the question..” She cried out, hands cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him.

She sucked on his tongue, groaning, and savoring the moan he let out. Thick, hot air surrounding them to the point where they couldn’t breathe.

“You’re pretty sexy.” He whispered.

“And you still haven’t answered my question.” She pointed out.

A boyish grin took over his face, “Sex with a stranger? No.”

“So I’m your first.” she teased, before lowering herself, chest to chest. “Good.”

And all the fire that he stored in his body was soon released. No longer was she on top of him.

Instead, he was pinning her down onto the hotel’s mattress.

Hands, running up and down her creamy legs.

“Surrender to me, Luce.”

And she kissed him.

Natsu groaned loudly; however the music had drowned out his voice.

Why was he even at this party? Oh yes, that’s right. His boss made him.

Or should he say his father?

The young adult dressed nicely for the occasion, black slack and a button-down red dress shirt. Oh, he was highly attractive. All the women there made sure he knew that.

Yes the women were pretty, but they were nothing compared to the beautiful blonde.

Once again Natsu groaned, running his hand through his rose-colored locks in frustration.

It’s been weeks. He had left her his number, and she even promised to call. But no. It’s been fucking weeks, and he hasn’t heard anything from her.

As he turned to leave, a large hand slapped the man hard on the back almost knocking him over.

Natsu growled, “Grr! What the hell was that, old man?”

Igneel barked out laughing, “Cheer up boy, you look pathetic.” The older gentleman then thrust a cup in his son’s hand. “Drink!”

As much as Natsu wanted to argue, he did look pretty pathetic. Without hesitation, he downed the liquid not minding the burning sensation in left in his throat.

“Atta boy!” Igneel grinned, flashing his sharp teeth. “You have to look somewhat loose and decent. The Heartfilia family is here.” The man whispered the last part.

Great, the most stuck-up family in the world. Fairytail has heard stories about the Heartfilias. That the owner was cruel and cared about no one except for making money. However, he did marry and had a child. Fairytail knew that his wife died years later, but no one knew about his child.

Not until, about five years ago.

Some expected his child to be a stuck up, heartless snob, and Natsu couldn’t help but believe those rumors.

So when the idea of an arranged marriage was proposed, Natsu immediately tried to shoot that offer down.

But Igneel talked to the man of the Heartfilia household and the idea was taken.

Tonight was the night Natsu would finally meet his stuck up snob of a fiancée.

“Igneel!” A deep voice bellowed to grab the red-head’s attention. Both Dragneels turned to the voice, only to stare into heartless brown eyes. So much for having the word heart in his last name.

Igneel, however smiled, “Ah, Jude. Wonderful to have you join this gathering.” If gathering meant a party with all the biggest companies, then yes, a gathering.

Jude nodded.

After some awkward silence, Igneel introduced his son. “This is Natsu, future heir of the Fairytail and Dragneel Industries.”

Natsu smiled forcefully, it was more like he was barring his teeth.

“Charming.” Jude mocked emotionlessly.

Natsu opened his mouth to say something, but his father’s hand rested on his shoulder.

“I apologize for my daughter’s lateness. She seems to be around here somewhere.”

As if she had a cue, a beautiful blonde strolled right next to the older man. Bowing slightly, “I am sorry for being so late. I got caught up in a conversation with the owner of Sabertooth.

Jude frowned. "Being late is no excuse.”

“Yes father.” She replied, it was like she had said it a million times before.

The blonde looked up, and her doe brown eyes locked onto bottomless green. Eyes wide, and mouth forming a small o-shape.

Natsu’s eyes were wide as saucers. He couldn’t believe it.

The girl in front of him was the girl from that night.

She was his fiancée?!

“Natsu Dragneel. This is your fiancée.”

“Lucy Heartfilia.”


Note 1: I-I don’t know how I wrote this considering I am the complete virgin of all my friends. The only time I have kissed or held hands with someone was in truth or dare in 8th grade.

This is just something new considering I have yet to update For Keeps.

Please leave a review. Thanks, Love.

Nalu Fluff Week 2018

September 10th
Day 3 - Comfort / Blanket

A/N: Hi! Hope everyone is doing well! Came up with a little something for the awesome @nalu-fluff-week this year! There’s also a splash of confession prompt in there too. Hope you all enjoy it!


In Fire’s Embrace

Series: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Nalu
Rated: T
Words: 2.6k
Also on ff here

Summary: Natsu discovers Lucy isn’t feeling well and uses his natural element to help her feel better. In the best way only he can.


Breathing in the cool crisp air, Natsu couldn’t help but note that winter really must be setting in as he walked the familiar path through town to the guild. People bundled up in their thick jackets over layers of clothing, fluffy gloves, colored hats and scarves, hands huddled in front of their faces to breathe warmth into their seemingly freezing hands as they rushed through the cobbled-stone streets to get where they were going. Eager to escape the frigid temperatures. He smirked as he walked on. If only these regular citizens were so lucky not to be phased by the season’s drastic change in temperatures every year like he was. 

He finally made it to the guild, busted through the heavy wooden doors, entered the noisy hall, and was ready to greet his favorite girl. Only to find she was nowhere to be found. His brows drew in slightly, emerald eyes flitting across the room through the crowd.

“Hi, Natsu!” Mira greeted happily from behind the bar.

“Hey, Mira,” Natsu replied distractedly.

“Need help with something?” she said when she noticed him still looking around the room.

A hand came up to run through his salmon locks, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, I was supposed to meet Lucy here today to see if we could take a job, but guess she hasn’t shown up yet.” Natsu shrugged.

“Hmm, I haven’t seen her at all today actually,” Mira replied, pausing from wiping down the counter. Brows drawing in thought.

Well that was strange. Usually, Lucy would make an appearance in the guild even if it was just for a little while before her day.

“I’ll see if she’s still at home, maybe she got stuck in her writin’. Thanks, Mira!” Natsu called out, Mira not even getting a chance to respond as he headed back out to the street towards Lucy’s apartment.

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prompt: “we should cuddle… for warmth.”
pairing: nalu
dedication: @theanimangaofitall (my first and only patron!! i love her!!)

“Why does it have to be so cold?! I hate the cold!”

“Repeating it won’t make it go away, you know.”

Lucy shot Natsu her best death glare. “What would you know,” she hissed and tugged at her jacket in an attempt to get it even tighter around herself, which was an entirely impossible undertaking. “Do you even know what it feels like! I’ve never liked the cold.” 

“And I’ve never liked Gray, so that’s pretty much the same thing.” 

Ignoring that particular remark, Lucy chose to further concentrate on her own suffering. “Can’t you light a fire or something? Or set me on fire; I don’t care at this point!”

Natsu snorted. “You know what you are? A drama queen!”

Turning towards her, he began pulling at his miniscule vest and did a Lucy-impression that turned real-Lucy’s face a bright red. 

“I-I’m not!” she protested weakly.

“There, you look much better already!” He grinned deviously, and Lucy pouted, placing her hands on her cheeks.

“You’re so mean!” 

Natsu seemed to ponder this information. For a few minutes he became quiet, and they sat in silence. The only sound was the chattering of Lucy’s teeth. 

“I… could help you” he said after he’d let her suffer long enough. 

“Of course you could,” she whined, punching his arm when he laughed. 

“But only because I’m starting to feel cold myself, you know,” he informed her, sounding awfully clever. Lucy dreaded what was to come. She knew that look.  There was an impish gleam in his eyes.

“We should cuddle… for warmth.” He looked at her triumphantly.

A little smile crept onto her face. "If you say so. I guess I could warm you up a little.”

Natsu cackled. “As if I’d ever be cold! Lucy, I’m hurt! You doubt me!” Turning his face away, he gripped his scarf and tried to look offended. But at the same time he scooted closer and pulled her against his side, so Lucy just snorted. 

“When did you become so considerate…” she mocked him, trying not to show the wide smile on her face. The heat that wafted off him could be felt easily even through his leather jacket, and Lucy snuggled into him contently. Had she looked up, she would have seen the smug expression on Natsu’s face. 

But she did not, and it was just as well.

There’s going to be a new prompt every day of the month, and the goal is to write something for every day. (You don’t have to of course, this is only for fun/if you have the time).

This month’s theme is Valentine/love (the prompts do not need to be romantic in nature)

Rules:

  • You can write for any fandom/ship/brotp/character/etc as well as original works and ocs.
  • Tag everything appropriately
  • Ns.fw must be tagged as such and put under a “read more”
  • Please have the month and day you’re doing either in the title of the post, or before your writing begins, to make it easier for me to know if I’ve rebblogged it or not. EX. February day 12
  • Tag your entry(s) with veraspromptchallenge2018 in the first five (5) tags (or tag the blog, the more exposure your fics get, the better!)

You can add you work to the ao3 collection veraspromptchallenge

Prompts (if you can’t see the image) can be found HERE!

They do not need to be done in order, and you can combine them if you want!

Whether or not you turn this into a 5-sentence challenge, or a “send me a ship and number” challenge is up to you! There is no word limit

If you would like to be tagged in future posts like this, please let me know!

If there are any themes/prompts you would like to see in next month’s (or future month) challenge, please send them in to me! 

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Because of your love

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In a world, six thousand years ago, the time after the Ice Age and before the cultivation of the earth, when Fiore was covered in magnificent trees, a young man and a young woman are running for their lives. Will they find love along the way? / NaLu au, WARNING: smut scene

There was a chasm
Uncrossable
There was a mountain
Unscalable
Even when my lost heart
Was unlovable
You spread Your arms out
You laid Your life down for me
Now I’m set free
Now my heart sings


A lightning sliced the gray sky. A terrible thunder followed right after so suddenly that all the animals on the trees and on the earth trembled terrified and hurried to hide themselves in their hollows. The branches of the magnificent pines were now drooping heavily to the ground, as if even they were worried about the upcoming storm. Above the forest a second lightning flashed between the dark, threatening clouds, creating the illusion of a furious, snake-like creature, which was spewing thunders and fire.

Two human figures were racing through the forest as fast as the tall bushes and grasses were letting them. The figures wore mantled with housings and wide hoods protected their faces from the raindrops. If someone could look at them right now he would have thought that they were running from something. And he would have been right because the two figures were desperately trying to reach one of their hideouts, which was going to keep them safe from the storm… and from other terrifying creatures.

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