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Summary: Lucy takes a solo job, much to Natsu’s dismay.

a/n: takes place before sometime before the guild’s disbandment 

"Honestly, Natsu." The blonde rolled her eyes at her friend’s pouting, hands on her hips as she returned her attention to the items she’d laid out for her short trip. "I’ll only be gone for a few days."

Natsu tugged at his hair, becoming frustrated when he couldn’t seem to make the stubborn girl see reason. “But it’s not safe!”

She whirled on him, a dangerous glint in her eye to go with the scary, tight-lipped grin that was slowly making it’s way across her face. “You don’t think I can handle myself?”

The boy threw his hands in the air, feeling exasperated as he fell back against her bed. “No, it’s not that! I just,” he crinkled his nose. “I don’t see why you wanna go alone.”

For the first time since she’d brought it up, Natsu sounded more than just annoyed with her. Her expression softened, though only slightly so, when his tone finally betrayed him.

Natsu sounded hurt.

She turned back to her belongings, beginning to fold her clothes while trying to figure out how she was gonna fit everything into one bag. “It’s only a delivery job,” she said, trying to keep patient. “I’ll be gone two days tops.”

"But the area. isn’t. safe." The dragon slayer groaned, feeling as though he was becoming a broken record considering how many times she’d made him repeat himself in the last hour. "It isn’t just a delivery job when there are rogue mages hiding out with bounties over their heads!”

He paused, waiting to see if this would elicit any response from his friend, any whatsoever, but she seemed unfazed as she kept her back to him.

His eye twitched at her lack of concern.

"Their wanted posters have been plastered in the guild hall for over a month!"

"Don’t care."

"Lucy, please. Just let me go with you!”


Natsu clasped his hands over his head, desperate to come up with anything to convince the girl not to go alone. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head. “If we catch the guys, then your rent will be paid off for months!”

"Tempting," the blonde said, sounding not at all tempted as she folded a shirt. "But, pass."

Natsu picked up one of the blonde’s largest, frilliest pillows while she ducked into her bathroom to grab something, and while she was gone the boy pressed his face into the pillow and screamed.

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Okay, I’m going to sleep because I need to work tomorrow. But guys, don’t ever let people make you feel bad for what you like. It doesn’t matter how much they try. if you love something, be it a movie, a tv show, a band, a singer, an actor, whatever, don’t let people make you feel like you should not love it. Don’t let them make fun of you, don’t let them believe they won.

You like something? Go and like it. And if any sucker tries to make you feel bad about it, go and like it even more than before.

last night was a real wake up call for me. even if this funk I’ve been in for the last 6 months IS depression me sitting around doing nothing isn’t going to help. the only one responsible for my happiness is me!!!!! I’m gonna stop by the grocery store on my walk home from work and get some vitamins and fruit to make a fruit salad today. also yogurt, whip cream and tiny marshmallows bcuz the Alexis family secret to fruit salad is all of those things. My eyes look like a bee-stung AC villager still so I’m gonna put on makeup and change into actual not work clothes instead of laying in bed all day. I’ll do things that make me happy more. i won’t rely on other people for my happiness. I’ll be okay

forgive us now for what we've done

forgive us now for what we’ve done; lexa, clarke, octavia (vaguely clarke x lexa)
“we will give you your people back, we will keep the ark people, and you will retreat. those are the terms of the agreement,” and the man smirks at you like he knows what you’re going to say.


You’re forever (forever, forever, forever) Commander first, and it’s been hammered into every bone of your being since you were barely old enough to think. Hammered, though, isn’t quite the right word because Commander lives in the small pocket next to your heart (it’s something just as Lexa as your hands, or laugh, or the way you don’t like waking up late).

And the Commander is something bigger than Lexa too, something that makes decisions that are impossibly huge, that stain your hands with screaming blood for years and years and years (that make Clarke look at you like you’re some kind of murderer, some kind of evil; but Clarke, we’re the same, you and I, aren’t we?)

Aren’t we.

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