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+. to F › Fairy Tail
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
9,825
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0
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Until there's nothing left
Character death in this one...
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Until there's nothing left
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His skin is warm, it's always warm, it's always been warm.
On some places it's uneven; the places where hostile magic left traces, the scars that branded him the warrior he is known as today.
It's soft and responsive to your caress on the most sensitive places, the places you know no one else would claim dominion over, ever again.
The sight of him is misleading, treacherous even. You've seen him looking worse than this.
That bastard.
You're the first one to arrive; the first to confirm what you'd all been fearing –not believing it- wishing for it to not be true.
He doesn't respond when you call his name, but you can swear you see one corner of his lips quirk into one of his signature grins. You try not to look at his body, the wounds, the grit and the—
Grey falls on his knees next to you and you almost want to scream at him to leave, to leave the both of you alone, but you can't, your throat is dry and somewhere in the back of your head you realize that you're in shock.
In shock of what?
You push the little voice in your head away and smile down at him, cradling his head in your arms, holding him close, calling his name.
It's going to be alright.
His skin is still warm.
You notice the many pairs of feet gathering around you, but you try your best to block out Mirajane's grief-stricken wail.
"Lucy…"
You put your hand up in the space between you and Grey, silencing him immediately. There's nothing wrong here; he'll wake any minute now. He just needs his rest. It's fine, but everyone needs to be quiet so he can sleep now.
You pull him closer and only then notice the blood in the palm of your hand where his head had been and you freeze.
No.
"Luce, there's no one else. If we don't stop him now, it'll reduce my chances of finding Igneel. I have to do this, Luce, you get that don't you?"
Erza kneels on your other side and tries to pull you away from him, holding you close to her chest, hand cradling your head.
No. No.
"Of course you're important, Luce! But this is Igneel, the one being who's taught me everything I know, if he's in trouble, I have to help him!"
No!
"It's best if we get you away from here, Lucy," Erza whispers and you feel like punching her.
You can't leave him.
He promised.
He promised.
"I promise. Always, Luce."
Your body is trembling so hard now you don't realize your eyes are overflowing with tears.
But it's okay.
Everything is—
He is—
It doesn't matter.
Your scream of agony echoes over the crater and it's all you hear, all you feel as you break.
Again.
And again.
Until there's nothing left.
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Catch y'all on the next one!
-BDP-
______________________________
Until there's nothing left
______________________________
His skin is warm, it's always warm, it's always been warm.
On some places it's uneven; the places where hostile magic left traces, the scars that branded him the warrior he is known as today.
It's soft and responsive to your caress on the most sensitive places, the places you know no one else would claim dominion over, ever again.
The sight of him is misleading, treacherous even. You've seen him looking worse than this.
That bastard.
You're the first one to arrive; the first to confirm what you'd all been fearing –not believing it- wishing for it to not be true.
He doesn't respond when you call his name, but you can swear you see one corner of his lips quirk into one of his signature grins. You try not to look at his body, the wounds, the grit and the—
Grey falls on his knees next to you and you almost want to scream at him to leave, to leave the both of you alone, but you can't, your throat is dry and somewhere in the back of your head you realize that you're in shock.
In shock of what?
You push the little voice in your head away and smile down at him, cradling his head in your arms, holding him close, calling his name.
It's going to be alright.
His skin is still warm.
You notice the many pairs of feet gathering around you, but you try your best to block out Mirajane's grief-stricken wail.
"Lucy…"
You put your hand up in the space between you and Grey, silencing him immediately. There's nothing wrong here; he'll wake any minute now. He just needs his rest. It's fine, but everyone needs to be quiet so he can sleep now.
You pull him closer and only then notice the blood in the palm of your hand where his head had been and you freeze.
No.
"Luce, there's no one else. If we don't stop him now, it'll reduce my chances of finding Igneel. I have to do this, Luce, you get that don't you?"
Erza kneels on your other side and tries to pull you away from him, holding you close to her chest, hand cradling your head.
No. No.
"Of course you're important, Luce! But this is Igneel, the one being who's taught me everything I know, if he's in trouble, I have to help him!"
No!
"It's best if we get you away from here, Lucy," Erza whispers and you feel like punching her.
You can't leave him.
He promised.
He promised.
"I promise. Always, Luce."
Your body is trembling so hard now you don't realize your eyes are overflowing with tears.
But it's okay.
Everything is—
He is—
It doesn't matter.
Your scream of agony echoes over the crater and it's all you hear, all you feel as you break.
Again.
And again.
Until there's nothing left.
________________________________________
Catch y'all on the next one!
-BDP-