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@startouching
This is a independent canon divergent Lucy Heartfilia from Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail. This role play blog is head canon heavy, and not for anyone under the age of 18. There are copious amounts of adult content lingering on this blog, and I do get into some triggering context ( which is tagged ). I am a mutuals only blog, and focus more of relationship development.
RULES // ABOUT // HEADCANONS
LOVED BY: REMIDY
Lucy Heartfilia - Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest EPI#01
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○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ○○○○○ | INTEREST ○○○○○ | LOYALTY ○○○○○ | TRUST
LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH
Slight NSWF! LuCana of course
WHILE SHE COULD SAY WITH CERTAINTY THAT ATTAINED A LEVEL OF SKILL IN TRACKING PEOPLE, LOCATING A RUNAWAY HEIRESS CERTAINLY TESTED CANA'S SKILLS. That the young heiress gave Cana the slip not even an hour after their introduction was impressive and painted quite a picture for the knight that this assignment would not go as smoothly as her brethren led her to believe.
❝ What's hard about guarding a spoiled princess? Relax Alberona-- you'll do fine! ❞
Hah. Sure--easy for them to say.
If her old squad could see her now, they would have collapsed from laughter-- or from the beating she would deal upon them for their disrespectful mockery. They wouldn't understand why she took this assignment so seriously to begin with, and Cana never explained her reasons for why she took the job so quickly. From the moment Jude Heartfilia enlisted the Captain to help select his daughter's new bodyguard, Cana modeled herself as the picture-perfect knight who embodied all the qualities a man like Jude would be looking for. He didn't need to know about her background, nor did he seem to care about her past, which was just Cana's luck:
If Jude had learned that Cana was once Lucy Heartfilia's old friend from her childhood, the likelihood of her keeping the assignment would have been neigh impossible. After all, a nobleman of Jude's standing would never allow a street rat to become close to his only daughter, much less be her friend. What would the court say after all? It just wouldn't do. But ignorance was indeed bliss, and neither Lord Heartfilia, nor his daughter suspected anything damning about Cana's upbringing. The only thing that mattered was her abilities and the determination to perform her assigned duties: of which they were now currently playing an elaborate game of hide and seek.
IT WAS FORTUNATE THAT THE KNIGHT CAUGHT UP TO THE HEIRESS QUICKLY. Though certainly not for a lack of trying on Lucy's part, Cana always had an uncanny sense of finding people-- and with Lucy, Cana was especially attuned to her presence. The moment she spotted her Lady's blonde hair, Cana pounced-- pulling her from her hiding spot, she turned her and pressed her against the wall, pinning her with just her body weight alone. She ensured to treat Lucy gently, as was deserving of her stature; however, whatever grace Lucy would expect from Cana would be in short supply, along with her patience.
❝ @startouching-- if this was a serious attempt to run away, then I apologize for ruining your plan, but I can't allow you to remain unguarded. However, if this was your attempt to play 'hide and seek', I would like to ask that you don't. ❞
Despite her stern words, the Knights' expression grew soft.
❝ ...at least give me some warning if you're going to play these games. ❞
She may have decided to test her new knight. To see how easily it was to slip away, to go undetected and to keep her on her toes. Lucy knew her father; he would hire someone cunning and cut throat when it came to her safety. She'd rather receive someone less serious when it came to company, rather then the stale presence of a well mannered boy. Normally, the Lady of the house wouldn't be a handful to deal with, yet she felt her life lacked the adventure her books desperately portrayed. The thick pages of stories grew heavier on the soul of a spirited bird, peering from it's iron cage. Having company to match this dull environment would gray the color even more.
But this one... She left an impression. As their eyes locked, there was a sense of familiarity. All too warm, all too... Intimate. The 'why?' was where she found herself stuck. Leaving Lucy to use more of a mischievous notion towards her assessment. Though, she had successful caught the other off her guard, it was not long till their silhouette shadowed beside her.
❛ I was merely giving you the opportunity to know the grounds a little more...❜ A obvious lie, with crossed arms in defiance, ❛ Besides, you should know your surroundings if you are to protect me. Even my little hide away spots... Not all of them but, some, yes. ❜
Eyes fell upon the annoyance of the other's stare. Though, being one who rightfully deserved to be reprimanded for the little stunt, Cana seemed to keep a calm stature a she she hovered above her. Others would have given her an ear full of useless nonsense, back handed complaints and the threatful tones of her father knowing. But, she heard nothing of the sort, other then a little brief warning -- yet it wasn't as hurtful as she'd heard before. Curious.
❛ Aw... But if I gave you warning, it wouldn't be much fun though -- would it now? ❜
Also… im doing it on Lucy as well. Like for a mini starter!
Lucy/Cana for @femslashfairies Day 15: Together
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Fairy Tail 100 Year Quest | Lucy Heartfilia
it's official, I have now claimed both hands of @arcanaaa <3
it's official, I have now claimed both hands of @arcanaaa <3
inktober day 13: favorite friendship
these two kick SO much ass AND theyre both hot as fuck
(no spoilers about them pls!!!)
[MAKE-UP] [HAIR] [WONDER] [KISS] // uwu <3
Prompt // NOT - ACCEPTING:
[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.
[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.
[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.
[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.
Pleas and blissful snickers filled the room, along with countless attempts, rather flustered ones, in protest. The star holder was left defenseless underneath the lush's body, that straddled her own. Actions were innocent, two friends applying makeup upon one another -- nothing scandalous or eyebrow raising. Yet, Cana had a knack for making these small friendly gestures into a intimate occasion, and not just subtle one either. Lucy could feel the heat on her cheeks rising as the lush's gentle hand would cup the side of her face -- guiding her to stay still as she tenderly applied the brush to flutter across these already rosy cheeks. Though, frequently, Cana would use those flawlessly shaped fingernails to comb stray hairs out of Lucy's face; tucking it behind her ears or using the edge of her nails to glide against her jawline, teasingly. All of this was probably a ruse just to be as close and intimate with her as possible, without the need to be cautious. Lucy could not condemn her for taking advantage, she did asked for this, and yet she couldn't help but to fold under the intense affection Cana was projecting.
A hint of concern narrowed onto the lush's features, along with a soft murmur of questioning reassurance. The key holder caught on to the slight hesitance, and a sense of ease untensed her flustered state to one of comfort. To have someone so attentive was enough to relax Lucy's continuous nerves. There was no reason to be this cautious or alert, knowing who's hands held her. Nothing could hurt her, nor would the person who held her. She should know this -- she should trust herself to fully embrace these feelings of comfort, and yet the butterflies rattling around in her stomach made her doubt, made her flutter.
" I'm sorry, I'm.... " quietly she spoke, " I'm just a little flustered is all. "
Oh what was she saying! Why would she be so rattled by Cana? By doing this? This kind of thing was normal, and she had done this lots of times -- with different girls from the guild even! So why was this difficult with Cana?
She knew why, but played ignorance to her own thought, her own feelings.
Ever since they first kissed, the star holder's head had been anywhere but grounded. It seemed to replay over and over again, living in her mind rent free and simmering on the kiss itself. The way Cana looked at her, they way she smelled, held her, lingered, and tasted. Just thinking about it made her go completely red, making Lucy come back to reality by the mocking little snicker Cana disputed.
How embarrassing... To be completely vulnerable like this, and underneath her at that! Though, even with the sudden mind wander, it did not distract Cana from the work at hand. Although, the fortune tellers face was only a few inches away now -- her shallow breaths could be felt against her skin as concentration was exposed in those ocean eyes. Being so close lead to the little hidden details on Cana's face bare for observing. Noticing the little flakes of purple that were scattered along the halo of her iris, the delicate freckles that mapped her upper cheek bones, and her gaze dwindled down to her lips, which were stained with a tint that heavily coated the cracks and dents with a generous glaze to them.
Wasted. Kissable. ---- CAUGHT IN THE ACT. . .
Caramel iris' darted back to connect with those ocean blues, that silently, deviously, glazed over in their own turmoil of confliction. Cana seemed to question her own next move, cautiously approaching closer into Lucy's face -- nose to nose. There was an attempt to seek acceptance in the manner, and Lucy showed no signs of stopping her -- nor did she want to. Though, her heart did skip, and face became more feverish than before. But, she didn't want Cana to pull away. In fact, all doubtful sense were simply ignored by the flare of desire and a long awaited yearning that boiled over for too long.
The lush's hands freed themselves from the prior tools they carried, only to comb themselves to cup her face -- tenderly, gently, as if she held a porcelain feature within her grasp. The care that went into the hold left Lucy to melt in her hands like putty. Welcoming this comfortable stage of position, the key holder would gently caress the back of Cana's hand, with the other tucking loose strands behind the lush's ear. It was as if her body's natural reaction came through, giving Cana the consent she needed to lock lips with her own.
Lucy expected a more fast invasion then the subtle, gentle kiss she was given. The slow movements of lips taking in every detail was drawing her into a pleased exciting state. To taste the gloss, that heavily coated the lush's lips, was not disappoint -- but an honor. A dark cherry was coated in their kiss now, intertwining with the watermelon essence that lingering on Lucy's own lips as well. The smacking of lips were echoing throughout the rooms, accompanied with Lucy's own soft noises to follow.
REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )
with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!
[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.
[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.
[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.
[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.
[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.
[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.
[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.
[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.
[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.
[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.
[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.
[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.
[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.
[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.
[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.
[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.
[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.
[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.
[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.
[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.
She's going to hide from the world around her. Embarrassment took hold as she rushed to be under the covers of her bed sheets. Never again could she be seen in public without being laughed at or mentioned. She would have to stay put for a few weeks at best! How cruel...
But the permement marker stayed upon her person, the moustache present. She tried everything to wipe it off. She could not believe no one said anything to her! And she was out for 2 hours! Yeah, she is just going to hide here forever thanks.
ANTICS, AND BEHAVIOR:
Though, I agree with Lucy's flustered notions on anything, there are a few things she won't tolerate. She always gets embarrassed easily, no matter what the situation, but she is quick to act when it's necessary. During sexual jokes or notions, she is super easy to rile up, and swift to react. Lucy is not shy enough to state her ground if something makes her uncomfortable, voice will raise and actions will pursuit. This becomes especially clear with the Natsu situations that Mashima puts her in. Breaking into her house, groping her ( no matter his own intentions ), and comments he makes. When she knows he is being light-hearted in his jokes, she will crack a smile and playfully go along with it. Anything else, she'd express her dislike of it.
I like my Lucy out spoken, not afraid to talk about her feelings and boundaries.
Little antics Lucy does/likes :
She twirls her hair when she is anxious or flustered ( or braids it )
Does the puppy eyes when she really wants something
Depending on her comfort level, Lucy will tug or grab on to sleeves or hems of people's clothing to stay close or as a sign of connection
She always has a book on hand, and she reads at high speeds
This will be more of relationship quirk, but she is very clingy, especially to her lovers arm and hand. Always trying to make contact with them.
She is overly dramatic with hand gestures and expressions.
She likes hard candies, and has a lot of the fruity flavored ones in her bags like an old grandma.
Her hair is always in a ponytail of some kind, she hates is down
" Love you, too... "
x
SILENCE WAS A VOID THAT THE SEER FEARED WOULD THREATEN TO SWALLOW HER WHOLE. She wasn’t sure what would kill her first: a broken heart, or the resulting despair of the awaiting rejection that surely would come from the Summoner. It was a tense moment to be sure; to wait for an answer that would break or mend her was its own special hell that Cana was certain was a befitting punishment. For a moment, she feared that she would die from the anxiety rippling through her. If this was payback for all her lackadaisical teasing, then the lush would fall to her knees to beg her forgiveness. Just as long as she could still be by her side, even as friends– hell, even as her guildmate, Cana would do anything to take back her ill-chosen words–
Because…I love you too–
–her heart fell into a standstill.
She must have misheard. Blood pulsing in her veins, rushing toward her head roared loudly in her ears, drowning out the key holder’s response. The lush could only stand, mouth agape, eyes widened with surprise, because for many nights, she had dreamed this moment many times and many times, she would wake with her heart in her throat and tears unshed from her yearning. The proof that dispelled all of her fear, her doubt and anxiety of a love unrequited was receiving Lucy’s earnest and gentle kiss.
It was everything Cana wanted and more.
NO DREAM WOULD EVER COMPARE TO THE CAREFUL WAY THE SUMMONER CRADLED HER FACE, NOR THE DELIVERANCE OF THE SWEETEST KISS THAT SMILED FROM HERBLUSH-PINK LIPS. For many instances Cana had tricked, cheated, cajoled and stolen kisses from Lucy in a manner that was harmless, with no ill-intent meant. Yet she felt deceitful and disgraceful for every single one that was stolen. A sickening thought, fleeting, brief, passed in her mind that maybe Lucy didn’t really enjoy her kiss ( her company, her companionship, her presence, her, her, her– ) yet the thought was gone before it could burrow and take root in her mind.
There were no more doubts in her mind. Not with this. Not with how she felt about the key holder.
It would be the first time that Lucy’s kiss stole her breath and robbed her of coherent thought. But it would most certainly not be the last. Lucy’s sweet demeanor beckoned the card mage to respond in kind; a manner in that which Cana did not indulge in often, but nevertheless took great pleasure from the sedate pace. She could freely touch the woman who held her and who she held in return without restriction, caressing the softest spots of her flesh without question or fear of rejection. It was bliss to unleash the unfettered yearning in her heart and declare that her love was pure. Despite her demeanor: crude, loud, abrasive, hard and blunted edges that long since lost their softness– Cana felt loved.
Lucy loved her.
❝ I would never fucking joke about that, ❞ Was the Seer’s response, after they parted for breath, their faces close and embrace tight, as if they were afraid to let one another go. ❝ You need me to say it again? Alright. I love you. I love you so much that I’m pretty sure that the guild has bets on whether you or I would confess first. ❞ The thought was probable enough that it earned a giggle from the card mage, her expression tender and yet she delivered a chastising flick to the key holder’s forehead. ❝ Dummy, ❞she chided gently. ❝ You’re more than enough for me. Y'think there’s another woman alive that can handle you? Hah– no way. ❞
Chuckling, the lush carefully bumped her head against Lucy, their faces close that she could see the gold flecks spattered in the iris of her eyes. Perhaps she could see the deep blue depths and find comfort sinking in her adoration for the Summoner. She hoped so.
( God did she hope. )
❝ I love you, ❞ she repeated. ❝ Till the world ends, or until one of us croaks… I’ll always love you, Lucy. ❞
