me, walking into the FT fandom months later with a slushee in my hand: didn’t zeref bang mavis or something

yxminotenshi:

the embrace lingered, still — - though her tears had almost completely dried and her flushed skin returned to it’s normal hue, her arms stayed firmly hooked beneath natsu’s; running her fingers idly through the tufts of pick locks at the base of his neck. in return, she felt him put more weight into their hold — his frame resting comfortably against hers as he buried his features into her hair. 

 perhaps, in any other circumstance, the hug would by this point be considered awkward. after all - this was a level of intimacy that neither were familiar with generally, let alone each other. it was an unexplored aspect of their dynamic ― - and yet, despite the unfamiliarity of their honesty and raw emotion, this .. felt right. it was different than before; this conversation had changed her, changed him, changed them. 

it was all so new, and it was all so perfect.

lucy wondered, while her face was buried into his collar and her palms danced across the broad muscles of his shoulders — was it hard for him to show this side of himself? lucy didn’t doubt that it was an uncanny experience for natsu, to be so unlike his everyday self in these few moments. the brash and bold exterior that he usually exerted was replaced with calm and reassurance. oddly enough, lucy felt just as protected by his gentle touches and soft spoken words as she did by his fire and exuberant nature. if anything – - natsu felt sturdier, in times like this. 

it wasn’t weakness. it was strength.

and through their oddly-natural embrace, lucy could feel herself growing stronger with him; moment by moment.

❝ mn .. i’m – - i’m .. alright. ❞

❝ you’re here, so — - y-yeah. i’m good. ❞

 there were newly discovered, vulnerable, dangerous words that threatened to spill from her lips; so, she pressed them into the fabric of his scarf instead — - reveling in the feel of the material against her cheeks. 

yxminotenshi:

  he was so uncharacteristically delicate in his touches; warm, calloused hands eventually covered lucy’s shoulders and pulled her frame into his — - long fingers ran effortlessly through silky blonde locks, arms pressing into her back as he placed his chin gently on her shoulder, coal optics sliding closed as lucy began to subconsciously relax into his hold. between them, the exceed nuzzled further into their joined laps, long tail curling possessively around their joined bodies.  

 lucy’s breath came in soft, shallow pants ― - an after effect of her crying, which had now slowed to a point where tears gilded silently down her cheeks. the blonde felt her hands, small and dainty compared to his, slide across the covers and reach slowly towards natsu’s neck - returning the embrace. 

her amber hues stayed locked onto the sun streaks dancing across her apartment walls; sobbing now long ceased, uneven breathes returning to a steady rhythm; time itself seemed to pause for the three, as if offering them privacy for this one ethereal moment. 

lucy was unsure if anyone else knew this natsu — the one that second guessed every word he spoke; the one that was hesitant with his affection and thoughtful in his touches. maybe everyone else in the guild had seen him this way, already; perhaps this was her first run in with this side of the rowdy dragonslayer.

or, maybe, she was the only one.

the only one who knew his thought heavy features. the only one who felt his lighter-than-air touch. the only one who saw the embers smoldering in his gaze.

perhaps this, right here, was hers.

❝ .. you’re here. ❞  she whispered — so very quiet, maybe even unheard; pressing her face into his neck, feeling scales against her cheeks and smelling the scent of ash and earth.

 .. lucy hoped this was hers.

you   S I N K  your teeth into the people  you  ᴅ ᴇ ᴘ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ  on ;  infecting everyone,   you’re     qυιtє     the      PROBLEM

yxminotenshi:

  natsu’s panic went undermined as the blonde allowed hot, heavy tears to roll down her cheeks — - she felt happy’s paws curl tightly around her trembling fingers, appreciating the tickling sensation of his fur on her palms. for a few moments, her tears were silent; like her pain had been all this time. though, soon, the audible sobbing began - it was soft and gentle and fragile, as if her crying was as natural as breathing. 

perhaps, in a way — it was. 

lucy didn’t expect natsu to understand; hell, she HERSELF didn’t understand - but the toxic mass of emotion that had been building within her was dissipating with every sob that wracked her body. it was a means to an end; and the end it was. 

the end of her second guessing. the end of her distraught spirals. the end of her secretive suffering.

it was the worst kind of relief — - and it was everything she needed.

 ❝ i .. i know, dummy ... !! ❞

❝ i-i just need — - this is — what ... i have to do. i can’t keep this - l-.. locked up anymore ! ❞

the words were tangled between hiccups and other noises of distress; she knew natsu would worry, either way — - to him, tears were tears. lucy couldn’t find the words to explain to him WHY she was crying, or why this was GOOD. she could only shiver uselessly as she waited for her mind to pick itself back up again; for her tears to dry and her smile to return, so she could finally look into those familiar onyx hues and bring herself to forgive. 

she wasn’t breaking. she was rebuilding.