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skieswords · 3 years

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Pull Through Part 3

Please read part 1 first to make sure you check all of the trigger warnings❤️

"I'm freaking out. What are we gonna do?" Luke ran his hands through his hair and dropped into a cracked leather seat backstage. They were sitting in the dressing room at Club Hollywood, a lowkey bar in Downtown LA. By some form of miracle, Sunset Curve had managed to book their first proper gig, with real people watching, who actually wanted to watch. Granted, they were only opening for a slightly more well-known band, but it was a start. However, Bobby had called the club, and told them he wouldn't be able to make it. The boys were losing it, and had no idea what to do. "We can go on without him. It'll be fine, we're totally in sync." Luke stared at Alex and bit his lip. "Dude, you're kidding. It'll mess up the whole set, we need a second guitar." Reggie pouted and pointed to his guitar. "Hey, I'm still here." Luke rested his head in his hands and groaned. "Reg. You play bass." He rolled his eyes with a slight smirk, and started racking his brain. A flash of orange made him think, and he sat up, reaching for Alex's arm. "Come on. Drive me back to yours." Alex looked at him in disbelief. "What's that gonna do? We have another 2 hours before we have to get Becca, we need to practice." Luke pulled Alex to his feet, and looked him straight in the eye. "Trust me." Alex groaned, and looked to Reggie, who shrugged. "Reg, stay here. We'll be back soon." Reggie's face fell, and the boys heard him shouting after them, as Luke legged it down the corridor, closely tailed by Alex.

"Bex?" Becca looked up to her door, and was surprised to see a flustered looking Luke, his face red and hopeful. "Oh, hey Luke. What you doing here?" Luke stepped into her room, and closed the door behind him. Becca looked up at him expectantly, as he wrung his hands at the bottom of her bed. "Bobby dropped out for tonight." Becca's eyes widened, and she jumped off her bed. "What? But tonight's your first real gig!" Luke nodded, and strolled over to the corner of her room. "Anyway, we can't find anyone to fill in for him." Becca frowned as Luke's fingers trailed over the guitar in the corner. "Luke..." He turned to her with pleading eyes, and it took a bit of effort not to concede instantly. "Please, Bex. This means everything to me." He came towards her and grabbed her hands, squeezing them tightly. Becca looked up into his eyes, deep pools of green, with flecks of gold floating in them. She'd do anything for those eyes. "Luke, I can't. I don't play." He dropped her hands and rolled his eyes. "Bullshit. You have to play, I've seen your music! And I've heard you playing in the loft before. Please. I'm begging you." Becca looked over to the guitar in the corner and sighed. "I- Luke I've never played electric." His face lit up, and he grabbed it off the stand. "I'll teach you. We have two hours until we're on, and it's easier than acoustic. You'll pick it up in no time, I promise." His eyes were so hopeful, and he looked so young and innocent, that she couldn't say no. It meant so much to him. Becca looked to the homework on her bed, and sighed. "If I can figure it out, then yes. Maybe." His smile was so wide she thought it must hurt, and he caught her off guard by scooping her up and spinning her around in his arms. "Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you. Come on, let's go." He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her towards the door, but she stopped, and looked down at herself. "Luke?" He turned back and smiled at her, still tugging gently on her hand. "I can't go in this." She indicated to her sweats and the old hoodie, and he frowned. "True. You can't. Uh, you own anything black?" Becca snorted and headed for her wardrobe. "What kinda stuff do rockstars wear?" She bit back a laugh as Luke did a dramatic spin, holding out the lapels of his jacket. "Right, but I'm not gonna wear that, am I." She waved a hand at his sleeveless shirt, and low-cut jeans. Alex came in then, and groaned when he found Luke sitting on Becca's bed. "Dude, what have I said? You're not allowed in her room alone." Becca sent Alex a disapproving glance, and turned back to her wardrobe. "What should I wear tonight?" Alex moved to stand beside Becca, and reached into the mess of clothes. "You'll be backstage, so black works?" Becca frowned and looked to Luke questioningly, who was gesturing wildly behind Alex's back, drawing a line across his throat and shaking his head. "Uh, okay. Jeans? Or like a skirt? Or shorts... uh." Alex pulled a pair of black denim shorts out, and threw them at her. "There. They'll be fine. Luke?" He held open the door to Becca's bedroom, and raised his eyebrows. Luke sniffed and smirked, biting his lip and glancing at Alex as he walked out the door. Becca laughed as she heard Alex smack him in the hall, and pulled out the rest of her clothes. "That's my baby sister dude! No perving!" Luke laughed in response, and Becca imagined his goofy little grin, his hands shoved in his pockets, or fiddling with the chains on his jeans.

Luke snuck back into Becca's room a few minutes later, knocking to make sure she was decent. "I'm gonna dump this in the car- woah." Becca turned round to look at him with a nervous smile. "Do I look okay?" Luke gulped and blinked a few times. "Uh, yeh. You look great." Becca looked down at her outfit and bit her lip. Black cutoffs, and fishnet tights, paired with her black chuck taylors, and a Sunset Curve t-shirt knotted at the front. After looking her up and down slowly, nodding in approval, Luke frowned a little and looked down at his own jeans. He put the guitar on the bed, before detaching one of the chains hanging from his belt loop and reaching towards her. "Here, this'll top it off." Becca's eyes grew as she watched Luke kneel down, and felt his hand on her waist, clipping the chains onto her shorts. "Great. Uh, meet you downstairs in 5?" Becca blinked and nodded, taking a step away from him and rubbing her neck awkwardly. Luke snapped his fingers at her and pulled the door shut behind him, leaving Becca to continue staring at herself in the mirror, tugging her shorts down every now and again. After throwing a black and grey checked flannel over her shoulders, she jumped down the stairs, and bumped into Alex coming out of the bathroom. "You look ace, proper little groupie we've got." He grabbed her hand and spun her around, before dragging her out to the car, where Luke was already sitting, music blaring from the windows. "Cmon, we've got things to do!" Alex rolled his eyes at Luke's overexcited-puppy behaviour, and pulled back his seat to let Becca climb in. "Let's get this show on the road!" Luke turned and winked at Becca, leaving her to laugh at his antics, and watch out the window, one knee pulled up to her chest, chewing her lip anxiously.

Becca was pacing back and forth, wringing her hands desperately. They had an hour until they were expected on stage, and Luke still hadn't gotten a chance to come help her with the guitar part. In all honesty, she'd lied to Luke about never having played electric before, hoping to deter him from asking her. Obviously this hadn't worked, but she was pretty sure he wouldn't complain about it once they were on stage. "Hey, there you are. Ready to do this?" Becca turned to face Luke, her face almost grey. "I don't know why I said I could do this. I can't play on a stage! With all those people watching..." Luke stepped towards her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look up at him. At 5'3, even Luke was tall to her, and her worried eyes met his, seeking comfort in the familiar emerald orbs. He pushed her gently towards the guitars in the corner, and swung the strap over his shoulder. He plugged in the amp, and strummed the strings quickly, tuning them with expert fingers. Satisfied, he shortened the strap a little, and held it out for her to step under. "It's a little heavier than what you're used to, but you won't notice it in a moment." Becca adjusted the strap again herself and frowned as her neck strained with the weight, before swinging her hair out from under the strap. Luke turned back to her, his own guitar hanging round his neck, and smiled at her reassuringly. "Okay, it's mainly A and D in the first verse. A first, then D, then A..." Luke continued to show her the chords for the set, smiling proudly every time she got it right, and resting his hand over her fingers every time she got it wrong, adjusting her fingers ever so lightly. It was sweet, watching his surprised expressions when she managed the more difficult combinations, and she felt a strange feeling in her stomach, as the time ticked by. "Okay so there's this one part, where Bobby and I usually play back and forth, kinda like call and response? But I can just play that whole section if you want?" Becca smirked and rolled her eyes. She knew the section well, and after years of listening to the boys play, she was pretty sure she had it engraved in her brain. "I'll give it a go. I think I know what bit you're on about." Luke pulled his guitar over his head and stepped behind her, putting his hands over hers. Becca's eyes widened and she gulped, mentally slapping her forehead and forcing her brain to cooperate. "So put your left hand on the 7th fret... yeah right there, A shape... perfect. 4th, 2nd, 6th, 3rd..." Becca lost focus as her head turned slightly to her left, and she found Luke's face, furrowed with concentration. She felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips, watching him bite his lip as his calloused fingers curved softly over her own. He noticed she wasn't playing, and turned to face her, his eyes meeting bright blue. A playful grin appeared on his face, and Becca felt a blush creeping up her chest. "Yo, Luke, we're on soon, you read- Bex?" Luke coughed and took a step back from Becca, grinning at Alex, who's eyes were wide and mildly disapproving. Becca rolled her eyes at Luke's expression, and swung the guitar over her head, resting it next to Luke's. "I've got this, Alex. Promise." Alex's face was wrought with worry and surprise, but after registering Luke and Becca's hopeful faces, he groaned, and walked away. "I'm gonna kill you Lucas." Luke grinned at Alex's retreating form, and the middle finger held high above his blonde hair, before turning to Becca. She stood with her arms across her chest, bottom lip in between her teeth as she chewed frantically. "Hey, Bex. You're okay." Luke reached a hand out and grabbed her hand, forcing her to let go of her lip so she could smile up at him. "You got this."

The wings were stuffy, men dressed all in black running across the stage now and again. Alex's drums sat pride of place on a platform towards the back, and the boys' and Becca's mics were arranged around at the front. She'd spoken to Luke, and convinced him she couldn't sing. It took a lot of convincing, but they stopped when Reggie had realised Becca was playing for them, pulling his surrogate little sister into his arms and hugging her tightly. "I always said we'd make a rockstar of you." Becca smiled as she thought about it, laughing to herself. Her, a rockstar? I don't think so. She'd leave that to Alex. A hand between her shoulder blades told her it was time to go, and Becca looked up at Alex. He looked nervous, but excited at the same time, if that was even possible. She imagined he felt similar to her, with butterflies going mental in her stomach, and weird shivers creeping up her spine every 2 minutes. They stepped into the blinding lights of the stage together, Alex's hand only leaving her back when they reached her mic. Luke nodded towards their guitar stands, and Becca followed him over. "Breathe. You'll be great." His hand brushed hers, and she smiled, taking the guitar he offered her. "Let's do this." With one final smirk, Luke turned to the crowd, hardly visible through the smoke off the lights, and started waving, smiling like a madman. Becca rolled her eyes, and swung the guitar strap over her head. With one final breath, she turned to face the crowd also, finding herself grinning in anticipation. She looked around the boys, and found her heart clenching desperately, as she registered the looks of unadulterated bliss on their faces. Alex was rubbing his drumsticks together, his eyes sparkling in the lights, as he tossed his hair off his forehead. Reggie was waving into the crowd excitedly, jumping up and down on his toes lightly. Luke was knelt down towards the front, grabbing the hands of some high school girls they knew. Becca frowned at this, and turned her attention back to her guitar. "Hey everyone! We've got a special guest tonight, our drummer's little sister, Bex!" The audience clapped and cheered, and Becca felt her chest tighten. "We're Sunset Curve-" Reggie jumped in. "Tell your friends!" The lights in the audience came down, and as Reggie struck the first chord, Becca felt like the world was moving in slow motion. Her own fingers started sliding up and down the fretboard, and she felt a jolt of energy flow through her as she picked the first string. Alex came in, and her heart rate picked up. This was it. And then suddenly, a rush of adrenaline sped through her, setting her skin on fire, as Luke began to sing. He was jumping up and down, his left leg kicking out to the side every other chord. Becca stopped thinking, and tossed her hair behind her as the chorus started, trying everything in her power not to join in. Alex was going mental behind her, his hands flying around the drum kit so fast she could hardly make out the pale beige of his sticks. Reggie was having the time of his life, head thrown back in excitement. Luke was the one to watch though. He was like a man possessed, his eyes on fire as his hands flew around his guitar expertly, occasionally jumping off to grab the mic, and letting Becca take over the main melody line. Her cheeks were aching, and it was too much work not to sing. As the second chorus kicked in, she let go, and stepped up to her mic properly.

Don't look down 'Cause we're still rising Up right now

Luke turned in surprise as a fourth voice joined in, but his face lit up when he realised the voice carrying throughout the club was hers, and he grinned at her. She rolled her eyes, and continued, reaching a hand up when she got the chance to run her fingers through her curls, grabbing her mic and pulling it closer to her.

And even if we hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never

The bridge was coming up, and Luke cast a glance over his shoulder, trying to make a decision in the next few seconds. Becca was radiant, her eyes glowing with a fire he'd only ever felt, never seen. He gulped as her hand ran through her curls, coming back to rest on the mic in front of her. She was incredible, and his eyes drifted to where her hands now rested on the fretboard of his old Fender, chipped black nail polish against the red of her fingertips, bruising from the pressure. Something clicked, and he silently apologised to Alex, before catching Becca's eye, and nodding at her, asking her to join him. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help herself, and moved towards him.

We ain't searching for tomorrow (tomorrow) 'Cause we got all we need today (today)

Becca met Luke at his mic, just as she joined Reggie on the top harmony, her voice ringing in Luke's ears. If he hadn't been so caught up in the moment, he would have been speechless. They were nearly touching, and Becca could feel Luke's hot breath on her face as they shared the mic. Their eyes never left each others, and Becca could feel Alex's glare burning the backs of their heads. Luke's hair fell forward onto his forehead, the tips damp with sweat. In that moment, with the fire in his eyes, his arms bulging, and voice raspy as ever, Becca had never found him more attractive.

Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain

Becca turned to look at Reggie, who was looking at Luke with an amused expression. As they got ready to launch into the last chorus, Becca decided it really was now or never, and jumped onto the platform Alex was on, shooting him a smile as he sang and clapped his hands, head shaking ever so slightly towards her. She winked and started up the final chords, eyes closed in pure ecstasy, high on the energy of the music. She could feel eyes on her, and had a feeling Luke's were included in that. Indeed, when she opened her eyes, green met blue, and she almost felt the need to cover up. Luke's eyes burned through her, and she couldn't take her eyes off him, or the look on his face. He was in absolute awe of her, and the light that radiated from her when she played. He knew what it was, because she looked how he felt. Overcome with the music, she'd let herself go completely, her heart beating with the drums, her blood flowing with the melody, her only source of oxygen the words of the song. His only question was why she'd never joined them before. She was breathtaking on stage, and after a confirmatory glance at the audience, he knew it wasn't just because of his childhood crush. Of the many stares from the audience, a lot of them were on her, everyone wondering who this electrified beauty was. As the final chord rang out, from Luke's guitar, there was a millisecond of silence, in which Becca jumped off Alex's mini stage, and made her way back to her mic, hands resting on top of her guitar gently. The applause was deafening, and Becca dropped her eyes to her shoes, shuffling her feet side to side. That was until someone grabbed her hand, and she looked up, to find Luke beaming down at her. He dragged her off stage, and she found herself laughing hysterically, unable to contain herself. Luke lifted the guitar off her shoulders and leant it against the wall, before turning back to her and pulling her into a hug. "You were so awesome! I fucking knew you could do it, I knew it! You rocked that, they loved you!" Becca squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, not caring about the layer of sweat making his skin glitter in the soft light. "Dude, get off her." Luke dropped Becca to the floor gently and turned around sheepishly, face falling when he spotted Alex. His smile quickly returned, when he noticed the look of pride on Alex's face, and he watched as Becca sprinted towards him, jumping into his arms as he spun her round. "Who would've thought, my baby sister, a rockstar? You were incredible, I had no idea you could do that?" Becca giggled as Alex set her back down, still jumping up and down on her tiptoes with excitement. Reggie came running through a moment later, sweat running down his forehead. "Sorry, went off the wrong side. Bex? What the heck?" He held out his arms, and she gave him a tight hug, laughing at the look of pure astonishment on his face. She stood between Alex and Reggie, Alex's arm resting over her shoulders comfortably. They jostled her between them as they made their way back to the dressing room, Luke walking behind them with his hands shoved in his pockets, a triumphant grin resting on his face. "I wish I'd placed bets, I would've made so much cash!" Becca rolled her eyes and slid her jacket off her shoulders, dropping onto the couch. "I don't think I've ever sweat this much. You could've warned me, I'd have brought a spare shirt." Alex grabbed his bag from down beside the couch, and reached into it, tossing her a sunset curve shirt. "Thanks. How many of these things do you have?" Becca stood up and grabbed the hem of her shirt, dragging it over her stomach. Alex yelled and jumped in front of her, pulling it back down. "Uh, not here." Becca looked to Reggie, who was kneeling on the floor, sorting out piles of t-shirts, and to Luke, who was conveniently facing the door. "It's fine, Alex." He groaned and turned round, trying to block her from view with his body. A soft chuckle came from the direction Luke faced, and Becca smirked, pulling the fresh top on gratefully. "Cool, so what do we do now? Is that us done for the night?" Luke spun round, walking towards his own bag, and knelt down. "Pretty much, yeh. I'll just drop you home and then go to Reggie's to help the boys get everything sorted." Luke snorted from his spot on the floor, and dragged his shirt over his head, using it to wipe his face before throwing it at Reggie. Becca's eyes raked over his body, taking in his chest, those abs... Alex noticed, and kicked Luke, who hadn't let Becca's gaze go unnoticed, and smirked. "My eyes are up here, Bex." Becca rolled her eyes and took a step towards the window, leaning on the ledge and sighing as the chilled air hit her back. "I was just trying to figure out where you find the time to go to the gym, you know, between band rehearsals and all the school work you do." Luke smirked again, tugging his fresh top over his head. This one had sleeves, she noticed regretfully. "Gym isn't the only way to work out Bex." He winked at her, and dodged away from Alex's fist, falling onto the sofa laughing. "No sex jokes in front of my baby sister!" Alex fell on top of him and started pummeling Luke's chest playfully, leaving Becca to process what Luke had just said. Reggie appeared at her side, leaning his elbow on her shoulder. "Ignore him. He's in the studio so much, I've walked in on him almost a million times hanging from the rafters." Becca looked up at him in feigned confusion, but the rush of relief in her stomach was undeniable. "Don't worry, I won't say anything." He walked away with a knowing smirk, picking up an armful of t-shirts from the floor. "Guys, come on." Alex rolled off of Luke, and swung his bag over his shoulder, following Reggie out the door. Luke did the same, but he winked at Becca as he left, reaching his hand out towards her. "Now for the afterparty."

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kallezandra · 6 years

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You Felt None of it?

Okay. So this was for day 3 of angst week, but I kind of flew off track. But I’m still happy with the results.

….and then I forgot to post it. Lmao

Rating: T

Summary: She had loved him for so long, but she had moved on. She’s with Sting now, and when Natsu pays her a visit a week before her wedding drunk. She has to deal with a lot of emotions, but she refuses to cry in front of him.

There was a knock on the door. It jolted her awake from her position on a man’s chest. In the dark room, she could see moonlight reflected off his generous but lean muscles. Still drunk from sleep, she snuggled into Sting, subconsciously pretending he was Natsu.

They had been dating for a year and a half now; they’re going to marry in a week. Getting married, to Sting, the idea of being married should’ve made her happy. It’s too bad she kept wishing it was Natsu. Another knock on the door of their apartment caused both blonds to stir.

“I got it.” Lucy mumbled, rolling out of bed to stand. All she heard in acknowledgment was a tired grunt. Grabbing a shirt from the laundry pile, she opened her—their bedroom door to the living room. It was dark, but you could see dust moving around in the rays of moonlight. She stalked across the messy apartment. She heard another three lazy knocks that lacked cadence in any form.

This person was frustrating her. Who has the audacity to knock three different times at two in the morning? Once was rude; twice was annoying, but three times! Reaching the cold door handle, she twisted and opened it. Who she saw on the other side made her heart stop, and a lump formed in her throat. She held her breath as she looked at his odd appearance: his messier-than-usual pink hair, bags under his eyes, and a dull look in his usually beautiful green eyes. His clothes were wrinkled and dirty, but partially covered by his leather jacket and scarf, and his knuckles were bleeding, but were starting to clot. What really made her raise an eyebrow though, was the heavy stench of alcohol that all but oozed from his pores.

“Natsu…” She saw him scan down the shirt she was wearing and glare. She looked down at it and realized it was Sting’s. He grumbled and crossed his arms awkwardly. He was a mess, “Are… are you okay?” She stayed in place near the door frame, holding the door to her shoulder, unintentionally telling him he was not welcome he was not welcome in her—their apartment. He didn’t really notice though.

“Oh-oh yeah! Best I’ve,” He hiccupped, “felt in a year and a half.” He unfolded his arms and started babbling while he stood in the danky, hallway. The light had a slight flicker to it, just enough to make it agitating. Now he was frustrating her.

“Why are you here?” She asked in a confident tone, hardening her eyes so he couldn’t see the relief that flashed in them. He glanced at her, oddly serious. Her hand that rested on the door handle inside the apartment tightened its grip; her other hand didn’t moved, not even slightly, feigning disinterest.

“Because I needed to tell you that I will not be go-going to your wedding!” He giggled out, falling to the ground from loss of balance. She almost went to help him. Getting up quickly, he continued. “That’s why I went drinking; Gray told me it was the ‘liquid courage’ I needed to tell you, I think he told me for another reason though, but look at that! It worked!” He slurred out excitedly, bringing his hand up to do a clumsy ‘mind-blown’ hand signal. Then, he looked down, “Could’ve used that courage eighteen months ago,” Hiccup, “Maybe then… then things could’ve been different between you and me…” He whispered out, fidgeting with his fingers.

Lucy stared at him with confused, watery eyes. He doesn’t see her for what, two months? Then, he showed up and babbled on cutely, reminding her heart of the love she had for him.

What was his problem? Couldn’t he just leave her be? Just let her be happy? She loved him for so long, and now she was trying to get over him, and he shows up a week before her wedding. “Different?” What was she doing? No, Lucy!

“Huh? Oh, nothing. The same reason I will not be at your wedding!” Natsu laughed out, putting his hands in his pocket. She raised an eyebrow. “I just love ya’. That’s all.”

“What!” She asked loudly, seeing him flinch. She had been in love with him for so long, and he never showed any interest, ever, or at least she had thought he hadn’t. That’s why she said ‘yes’ when Sting asked her on a date, to move in, to get married, and this idiot had loved her too. Her eyes started to tear up because… it was too late. She had made a promise to Sting, and she won’t break it.

He leaned his back against the wall to the right of her door and slid down it into a sitting position. Putting his hand inside his leather jacket, he pulled out a metal flask and took a sip. “Yep.”

She could feel her tears, but she refused to let him see. Red-faced, she probed, “And you’re telling me this now, why?”

Leaning back from his flask, he rested it on his knee. He closed his eyes, “I had waited to tell you. I never thought I was good enough. Who’d want a stupid, ignorant orphan, who’s got no money, no looks, and pink hair!” He stressed every reason thoroughly. Lucy felt her heart drop. He never knew that he loved every single one of those things about him, and so did many other girls; that had always bothered Lucy. “I told myself when …hic… I passed my college classes I was good enough for you. And, I worked so hard to pass, and I still barely did.”

He took a break, “I don’t know… The day you told everyone you guys were together, I had planned on asking you out because I had just gotten my final grade—63% average. So, I hyped myself up, practiced in the bathroom mirror in Fairy Tail.” He moved his hands in weird motions and Lucy just stared, jaw dropping. “I just… When you walked in hanging off his arm, I just stared. Stared so hard I couldn’t feel the sympathetic pats on my back.” He ran his fingers through his hair, and took a sip from the flask.

“I was so sure it was going to end. Then he asked you to move in and you said ‘yes’, I was still hopeful, slightly worried. I thought, ‘I will tell her when they break up, because Sting’s my friend, and you don’t do that to friends’. So I waited for the day you would dump him… you never did. Then to throw vinegar on my wound, the dipshit ask…hic…asked you to marry him,” He stopped to breathe heavily; she could hear the lump in his throat. “and… you said ‘yes’…” She could hear the desperate sadness in his tone. She saw him take a quick sip from his flask to calm himself down.

He continued. “That was three months ago, and at the time I still thought ‘she is gonna call off the wedding, don’t worry’, and now, it’s a week before you get marr-married, and not to me, to him.”

She was shocked, flabbergasted. She thought she was dreaming. Lucy felt relief and dread searing her insides. Natsu faced the wall. He loved her too… He closed his flask. She quickly wiped a tear away just before he turned to her from his sitting position to the left of her. “Don’t marry him, Luce…”

Luce.

The jerk hadn’t seen her for three months and then he came back to tell her not to get married to the man that actually treated her right for the last year and a half. The worst part though is the fact that she was actually considering it. Leave Sting, the man of her reality, for Natsu, the man of her dreams. “I have to, Natsu.”

He stared at her with anger in his eyes. The green orbs were flaring with envy. He pushed himself up to stand in the brightly lit hallway. His drunken flush contrasting with the grey walls, he asked, “why? Can’t you just say, ‘I don’t’?”

She could… no, Natsu—he hurt her, made her wait for years. And she loved Sting, right? She looked away. “But, I-I don’t want to say no.” Then, she looked at him. He appeared to be surprised, like he didn’t expect that answer. Her heart broke more and more. She felt her tears coming back, “I lov-love him.” She glanced into his eyes, and all she could see was dull emptiness.

“Wait—you mean you never, not even once, felt the same way?” His tone was laced with desperation as it quivered under the weight of the words. She could see him shaking with doubt and fear from his place on the ground to the left of her. He started to reach for his flask, and he rubbed his eyes, flinching when he touched his bruised eye. She hadn’t noticed that before; he must’ve gotten in a fight.

Yes. “No.” She ground out, biting her lip. The lump in her throat felt heavy and she averted her eyes.

“But I thought… all those movie nights, the dancing at parties, grocery trips, the sneaking out, the New Year’s kiss we had, you felt none of it?” His voice was cracking and it seemed he was trying to hide his tears too. He took a shaky sip from the shiny metal container. He was sobering up far too quickly to have this conversation.

She felt it all. Her hands clenched. “No, I didn’t.”He looked away and nodded his head distractedly, as though he was pretending to understand. Gulping down the rest of whatever substance he had in the flask, he turned.

“Alright. Good to know. Have a good life… with Sting.” He whispered as kindly as he could manage, with his back to her. He started walking down the hallway, and she felt him slipping through her fingers.

Stop him. “You too.” With his back to her she let her tears fall, unknowing Natsu was letting his fall too.

With his back turned to her he responded in the clearest voice from him she had heard all night, “It’s kind of hard to when you’re not gonna be in it, Lucy Eucliffe.” Her eyes widened.

She shut the door. Feeling the click of the metal vibrate throughout the door, she leaned into closed the door gently, shocked. She collapsed against it and started sobbing as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t wake up Sting.

She broke down; she bawled.

She was getting married.

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She was ready. Standing in front of the mirror, she stared at the beauty her that Levy, Erza, Bisca, and Cana had been working at for the past three hours—in silence. All of her friends knew of her problem, knew she was in love with Natsu. They also knew that she was getting married, to Sting.

She loved him, but not like she loved Natsu. She stared at herself in the mirror for a little longer. Her blonde was down, and rested over her shoulders with a braided crown wrapped around her head. Her dress had lace on it almost everywhere, and the veil over her head made her look like an angel. She wondered why she would prepare herself like this for something she wasn’t even looking forward. In the reflection of the mirror, she saw Gray walk in, almost pulling off his tux jacket. He looked at her in the mirror, realized that he was stripping and stopped.

Walking towards her, he held out an arm to her, “Ready to go?” She took his arm, and he led her out of the room to walk her down the aisle. Her father had died years ago of a heart attack, so Gray had kindly stepped up to the task.

They stood expectantly just outside the doors of the chapel. When the music played they walked in. Following the white carpet slowly, Lucy subtly scanned for a head of pink hair. True to his word, he wasn’t here. Good, that made this a lot easier. Without realizing it, Lucy ended up beside Sting as the priest started doing their vows, and with everything tradition did, she couldn’t help but wish it was Natsu standing where he was, standing handsomely in a tux, staring at her as though she was his world.

Especially when she read her own vows.

Then, the priest got to the important question, “Do you Lucy Heartfilia, take Sting Eucliffe to be your lawfully wedded husband.”

She felt light-headed and sick. She knew what she really wanted. She knew.

And that was why she confused herself when she said, “I do…”

#fairy tail #fanfiction #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu angst week 2018

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3 Reasons Why

Gazing idly up at the white speckled ceiling above, the lone orange coated pegasus had always aspired for a better life. Focusing on the negative impacts in her life, the days had seemed to blend together in a regretful blur. Shifting in irritation, the once shared king sized bed draped in grey sheets was now nothing more then empty space. Scanning the sudden light desperately seeking to flicker inside from her curtained window, Plush Ramen had sat up in a groan. Peaking out the one story window in curiosity of the morning days events, the squinting mare had instantly regretted it. Rubbing her once piercing sapphire blue orbs as their duller discoloration became proof of brighter days, she sighed.

Making her way to the bathroom and not daring to flick on the lights, the shower had been turned on in mere reflex. Getting the temperature to a near boiling degree, Plush stepped inside with a soothing hum. “This feels nice..” Closing her eyes as the heated water assaulted her fur in a blissful fashion, a hoof had reached out to grab her loofah from its hook just outside the showers edge. Lathering the white colored scrubber before running its scratchy surface over her toned arms, the smell of mint and rosemary had filled the misty air in an almost calming aroma. Wincing at the feel of her loofah over her scarred collarbone, Plush Ramen had begun to cry. Leaning back against the glass doors in an emotionally broken state, memories she had once shoved from her core had come crashing back in waves.

{Flashback}

Starting off her day just as any other, Plush Ramen had bolted out of bed in a hustle. Making her way through the hallway and knocking on one room in particular, she opened it with a vengeful smile. “its time to get up for school. Come on! Up up up!” Speaking to two fully covered bodies wanting nothing to do with their morning routine, the motherly mare had only chuckled further. “I know you’re both awake. Don’t make me bring out the monster under your beds!”

Popping her head out of the covers with a whine, a young dark blue coated bat filly had ran a hoof over her eyes in exhaustion for the day ahead. “Mom, you and I both know there is no monster under the bed. Geez. Scientific facts.” Slipping out of her bed, a comb had been grabbed in preparation for her equally black messy mane. Brushing through its long strands, little miss Nova wasn’t the one her mother had to worry about.

In the other bed, a grumbling burnt orange pegasus born colt had been forcing himself to stay within. “Nnnope.” Gripping the covers and bundling himself up as a burrito, little Aries was a tough one when he wanted to be.

Nonetheless, Plush had simply shook her head. Walking to the door, her head had turned around with a well deserved smile. She was lucky to have everything she ever truly wanted. “First one to the kitchen gets eggs for breakfast.” Stepping out of the room and hearing an array of hooves suddenly battling for the entry way of their door, the mother smiled in satisfaction. “Works every time. They are my number one reason to live.”

{Flashback over}

That had been the last time she saw her children. Blinking through the now luke warm water as it spit down around her, the depressed mare had turned the water off with a weakened hoof. Feeling back to the scar her ex husband left on her the first time she royally messed up, she sighed. He had given her far too many chances, and each time, she’d fuck up. Stepping out of the shower and grabbing her towel from its hanger, drying off was far more of a chore these days then it should have been. Keeping it wrapped around her waist and looking into the darkened room mirror, she whispered to herself in a bitter hatred. “Reason number 2 why I’m still alive. You.”

“Plush? Are you home?” Stepping into her lovers home with a hint of concern showing in her normally raspier voice. Not hearing an immediate response, the smell of mist penetrated her nostrils with a small relieved sigh. Hanging around Plush Ramen for quite a few pain staking months, the mare entering the hallway was by far more then just some friend. Like most that entered her friends life, she was impacted by the darker side of Plush. While knowing most wouldn’t understand, the tall mare continued to push forward. While she started out hating the pegasus for what she did to her, they were simply meant to be. From the few light patches of the home, holes could be seen through the intruders legs and cloth like wings, the half changeling knew better then to judge. Finally making her way to the bathroom, she opened the door without another word.

Before she could make sense of what was happening, Plush had whipped around to see a figure standing before her with baffled bright glowing orange eyes. “Wh-at the?!” Swiftly trying to kick whoever it was out and failing horribly, her towel had come undone. Slipping on the excess piece and flailing backwards, the floors cold surface had been but inches away when something brought her to her hooves.

“You’re a mess as always Plush Ramen.” Levitating the orange mare back on her hooves and saving her from crashing back onto the tile floor, her friend had switched on the overhead light, instantly brightening up the once spooky room. “What in Equestria were you doing with the lights off?”

“O-range Glow? What are you even doing here? And because I like it dark.” Hanging up her towel before moving towards the doorway, the mare awaited an answer.

“If I don’t visit you, I’ll never see you.” Simply offering a small smile, Orange Glow’s eyes had glanced down her friends body for some time. Smelling of tea and happy thoughts, the halfling had closed the distance. Bringing the troubled pegasus in for a kiss, she cared not for her still dampened form. Raising a holed hoof to Plush’s face for stability, her kiss had only deepened at the mares lack of resistance. Finally breaking free, she chuckled lightly. “I missed you.”

Blushing lightly as the creature pulled away, Plush nuzzled her cheek with a calmer expression. “You are my third reason..” She whispered to herself. Orange Glow had always been a very caring and fun individual. Were they perfect? No. But its what held them together. Two broken mares keeping eachother alive.

“Hm?” Orange asked, her bright eyes focusing on what Plush had said with a hint of confusion knocking at her mental door.

“its nothing. Lets go.” Moving the mare aside, she was intent on blowing past the kiss scene when Orange Glows next moves caught her by surprise. Pushed into the wall of the hallway with nothing more than a grin from her friend, Plush blinked in confusion. “Did I miss something?”

“You did Plushie.” Leaning into her before giving off a slow flick of her tongue into the mares ear, her whispering voice was welcoming relief. “Your birthday. Come now, I believe I owe you a present.” Shivering lightly at her display, Plush questioned how sane she truly was on this day. “Orange its just a stupid day. I don’t want anyth-“

Cut off by the sudden pressure of lips smashing against her own, hooves had went down before picking the toned mare up in her arms. Keeping the kiss going as long as possible to shut the stressed pegasus up, Orange Glow had thrown her on the bed with a simple grin. “You’re going to shut up dammit. This is my day too. You were brought into this world to end up with me. Let me enjoy it.” Crawling over the stunned mare as her lips found their way up her stomach, the halfling had continued with a brave streak passing through. Reaching Plush Ramen’s lips before making her way to her very soft and exposed neck, fangs scraped against her fur in curiosity, her hooves roaming as she bit down for a night to come.

Laying still as her body temperature only rose in the moments to come, Plush had found herself in awe. Adoring the once shy lover of hers for branching out, she couldn’t help but wince at the sudden bite into her skin. Leaning into it with a softened moan to her wandering hooves, she could only hope the night would last forever. “..I love you..”

“Retracting herself from the orange mares neck and kissing it softly, the halfling could only hum in delight. “I love you too. Now hush.” Smirking as her lips traveled further, each section teased was a memorable adventure. “Just you wait, the day has just begun.”

#mlp oc

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