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[spacklefritz]

Thanatophobia

Written for the @ftfanfics speechless challenge. My prompt was fear.

thanatophobia - the fear of death; fear of a loved one dying.

Above all the things Happy could’ve expected. This was not one.

From before Happy was born, he knew of warmth. He knew of the tiny spots of heat that he would instinctively gravitate towards. Barely formed as he was, he would always seek the rambunctious laughter that was outside his home. He couldn’t see, didn’t know exactly where he was and his consciousness wasn’t even formed properly. But he knew of this place on the outside, knew that there was comfort there. This knowing grew as he grew, until he knew it was time. It was time to go outside.

He didn’t cry when he hatched for he knew these voices, knew the laughter, knew the rowdiness and he knew the warmth. Most especially, he knew Natsu. Natsu had taught him words. Natsu taught him how to fish. Most importantly Natsu taught him about his nakama. He taught Happy of the bonds that held people together and he taught him that feeling he had when everyone was together, that warmth. He taught him about family. He taught Happy he would always have a home for him.

That’s why it was so jarring to know it could all be ripped away. That Natsu could be ripped away.

The moment Zeref revealed his relationship, Happy’s heart stopped. It couldn’t be. Right? It just couldn’t. His heart pumped blood once again. But its beat echoed loudly in his ears.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

With every word spoken by Zeref, the shivers came. The disbelief. The urge to go against everything that was being said. He wanted to go back to the days of safety. This could not have been happening. He wanted to run. Flee. This was not a fight they should fight.

He looked at Natsu. Sweat pouring down his face, but in spite of what Zeref said. He still stood firm. He was going ahead. Why? Why was Natsu still fighting?

His pulse rate spiked. He couldn’t get enough air in his system

Natsu taught him about family. Why?

The shivers increased. He wanted so badly to move his body. To run. To escape.

And then Zeref said the one thing that got Happy to move, the one thing that caused the knot in his stomach to pull impossibly tight. He couldn’t think. All he felt was the cold sweat against his fur. All he heard was the rapid beat of his heart. All he knew was Natsu would die.

Happy sprung into action. The burst of speed and strength allowed him to grab Natsu and fly out of Zeref’s range. Finally he was able to do what his body was telling him. Escape. But even above the clouds Zeref’s words could not escape Happy’s mind. The tension coiled so tightly in him could not ease.

He was flying, but he could not escape.

Natsu could die.

[ibelieveinfaeries]

A Cold Dark Steel Heart

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Pairing: Gajeel Redfox and Levy McGarden

Prompt: Nemesism -Frustration, anger, or aggression, directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living.

Setting: Sometime after Fantasia but before Tenrou Island

Word count: (before description and title) 311

A/N: This One shot is an entry for the Speechless challenge @ftfanfics

For further info on that specific challenge follow this link. 

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I looked at her once again.  Her hazel eyes staring up at me with annoyance and surface loathing.  Yes, she should loathe me.  I am nothing more then a monster.  The way I had strung her out against the trunk of that tree.  The way I had tortured her body.  She should feel the same animosity, and hate that I directed at myself.  

The shrimp should never forgive me.  All the times she looks at me with anything but annoyance I begin to hate myself even more because my sins seem to be infinite.  I can't let myself forgive the deeds I have done.  I don't deserve to feel any kind of light inside my cold metal heart.  I cringed my teeth together seething outwardly at the pipsqueak in front of me.  She shrunk back defensively.  Yes, fear me, hate me, and never forgive my deviant acts.

I told myself repetitively that I would never call her by her name.  To call her by her name would open up doors to something different. Something bright and warm that had no place in the cold depths of my heart.  

No, she should keep throwing all that hate into her words when I call her shrimp, pipsqueak, twerp, and short stack.  The insults help me hold onto my own self incrimination.  There was a metaphorical iron bar cage locked tightly around my dark steel heart.  But I feared someday her hazel eyes, her forgiving soul, and her loving heart would someday melt away those exact bars into a puddle of molten liquid that would retain an internal temperature hot enough to keep it from ever regaining it's solid form.  Thus, someday I feared she may free my dark steel heart from it's cage.  No, she must continue to hate me.  I growled at her once again before I said something else equally annoying.

[pearltoroses]

One-shot Gruvia fic I wrote for a challenge. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6406222

[pearltoroses]

The Way He Looked At Me

My entry for ftfanfics Speechless challenge! Fandom - Fairy Tail Rating - General Pairing - Gray Fullbuster x Juvia Lockser Characters - Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser Word Count - 415 The Way He Looked At Me It was raining. Juvia sat across the guildhall and stared at Gray. Ever since Tartarous... Ever since his father.... Juvia shook her head and stood, her intentions being to comfort her beloved. He was so distant ever since he faded away... It worried Juvia. Normally, he would be fighting Natsu, but with his rival leaving, it didn't help the sudden downfall in Gray's behaviour. Each day, Juvia returned and stared towards Gray. Each day, he looked pointedly away from people and suddenly became very interested in the wooden table before him. Each day, Juvia had the intention to comfort him, to bring the real Gray-sama back but... What if he became even more withdrawn? What if he got angry... No, she couldn't let that happen. Each day, they were stuck in an endless turmoil of emotion... Eating away at them, blackening their hearts... One step forward, three steps back. They were becoming farther and farther apart, like fairies drifting in the wind. Each night, Juvia would find Gray motionless, sitting on the roof of Kardia Cathedral, his eyes as dull as the rocks Juvia scattered as she watched, in silence. Whether he knew she was there or not, Juvia did not know, but if he did then he either did not care, or didn't have the will to move. The former warmed her heart, the latter hurt like the shock of falling on hard, jagged ice. Finally, she moved. She stood in the moonlight and approached Gray. She lightly touched his shoulder. He did not move. In a moment, she gave him a look of warm affection and love, before turning and hurrying away. Thoughts spiraled in her head, what if she made it worse? What if he hated her? What if- The rain continued, harder than ever. She went quietly to the guild - today was her and Gray-sama's 627th day anniversary, not counting the time on Tenroujima. But it didn't feel like one. She arrived early in the morning, not many people were there at this time. She saw Gray-sama, and hid her face. All through the day, she stared at her beloved. Just before she turned to leave the guild, she looked one last time over her shoulder at Gray-sama, who was sitting across the room. He looked straight at her and smiled - a look full of happiness, affection, hope and maybe even.... Love? The rain cleared, and that night they leant against each other atop of Kardia Cathedral, watching the jeweled skies.

[sutenekochan]

FTFanfic Challenge #1

So here is my attempt for the first challenge: Speechless. It was fun and interesting so enjoy! (Nalu, kinda and rated E :D) ***** It was sneaking up on her again, that familiar tingle down her spine. It made it impossible to sit still and write. It didn't help that Natsu was just as bad. He was usually restless, but it was a hundred times worse today. He would bug Happy for a while, then try to annoy her until she screamed at him and he sulked as he walked away. And it was getting worse. It was more than the pressure of paying rent, more than an urge to have fun with her friends. She wanted to go somewhere new. She wanted an adventure. With a low growl of frustration, she shoved away from her desk, startling Natsu from his sulk in the corner. He looked up and their eyes met. And she could see it shinning in the depths of those onyx eyes. That unmistakable urge, the fever that nagged at him. He grinned, a spark lighting up his face as he recognized the same thing in her gaze. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed her arm and yanked her after him, hurtling out of the door with her feet barely touching the ground. Happy flew after them with a grin, shutting her door behind them as Natsu raced toward the guild. She wanted to hit him but just shook her head, a reluctant grin twitching her lips as she struggled to keep up with him. He burst into the guild, pulling her over to the job board and snatching the first request that was reasonable and somewhere neither of them had been before. Not even pausing to greet anyone, he slapped the job on the counter in front of Mira and she smiled fondly at both of them, shaking her head as she writes it down in the log. With a cheerful wave, Natsu grabbed the paper and yanked her after him again. She laughed as they raced through the door again, Natsu grinning at her over his shoulder, his scarf nearly hitting her in the face. "Come on, Lucy, lets go!" ***** See if you can guess what my word was. :P @ftfanfics

[qverencias]

Broken

Pairing: Gruvia Setting: Canon Prompt: kuebiko; a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence. Dedication: @grayfullbster ~ Happy birthday silv!

A/N: This one is for the speechless challenge on @ftfanfics! I sent in for a prompt back when I still had exams but I only got around to writing it now, hee 

His arms fall limply to his sides as he slumps against the ground. The sharp rubble beneath digs into his knees, but Gray doesn’t even have the strength to wince.

The remainders of adrenaline that fueled him on in this hell they naively called battlefield now only pulse weakly in his veins. His lungs burn with every labored breath; his muscles twitch with the fresh memory of slaughter.

He gasps for air, for life and relief, but he only breathes in the stench of blood and ash.

Glancing down to his blood stained hands, his acts of savagery race before his mind. He’s lost count of the times he pierced Invel’s body ruthlessly, even when it could no longer move or feel the pain he wished to inflict.

He’s forged his way through many battles, pledged himself to revenge, but Gray never had the urge to be so brutal, so raw to an enemy before. Still, he doesn’t feel a sliver of regret. Not when the ugly spriggan has destroyed the only thing he couldn’t bear to lose.

The only thing that made him yearn for the future.

Dust hovers thickly in the sky; the sunlight that once had mesmerised her so much wanes in the suffocating mist, leaving him alone and utterly, hopelessly empty. Just like she did.

He spots Juvia’s lifeless figure a few meters away, and wills his aching body to crawl to her.

Her clothes are torn, revealing a deep wound across her stomach. Her cheeks are smeared with dirt, her blue bangs damp with blood, and yet she looks so peaceful. He remembers the smile she had when she took the blow that was meant for him, when she told him he had to live on and conquer his nightmares.

Now her smile is no longer there. And he feels he can’t conquer anything without it.

His fingers move to brush some stray hair out of her face. This stillness doesn’t suit her, it isn’t like her at all. His Juvia is so full of life, so insufferably full of love. She should be looking at him with those fond eyes of hers, smiling in the way she only did for him. She had to, so that he can give her his answer and –

Silly, silly girl.

Tears brim the corners of his eyes, and he lets them burn their way down his cheeks. He buries his face in her chest, shaking with silent sobs. With the force of the words he could no longer tell her.

He doesn’t notice as a feeble hand slowly rises to cradle the back of his head. But when he feels a soft tug at his hair, his heart skips a beat and he looks up.

She hadn’t left.

Juvia greets him with half lidded eyes, with a smile so frail, and yet it braced him with so much strength. Relief washes over him and he smiles back against the salt of his tears. Just like that, worn out and bruised, Gray feels he can accomplish anything: face END, protect their future.

And never let the traumas of his past pry themselves open again.

[blueswedishfish]

FT-Fanfic Challenge - Nighthawk

Done for the FT-Fanfic challenge, my word was “nighthawk” which means “ a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night”. 

Takes place sometime during the one year time timeskip.

Hope you enjoy!

There it was again.

The same damn thought at the same damn time-2:30am-otherwise known as the most ungodly hour on the face of the earth.

Lucy dragged her lethargic body upwards (not much point in trying to go back to sleep, she knew it would be another hour at least) and let out a yawn. Her head throbbed and for a moment she forgot about the thought as she threw off the covers and poured a glass of water.

As soon as she was done drinking though, it was back again.

It wasn't as if this was relatively new; she had periodically woken up in the middle of the night of the night for no good reason ever since the guild had disbanded. Perhaps it was out of the restless that plagued her during the early days of not being able to take on missions anymore, or maybe it was a deeper, more instinctual thing that kept her up at night. Whatever it had been didn't bother her nearly as much as this new version of her bizarre nightly routine.

The awful thought that always managed to awaken her was more than a bit of a pain, for starters.

Lucy wasn't quite sure when it started, but she knew that it couldn't last. The next time she went to the store she would have to remember to get some sleeping pills, or possibly some other medication that would sufficiently knock her out at night. There was only so much of this that she could take.

Before it took her in its entirety.

Lucy sighed. The thought returned for a brief moment.

What are you doing here?

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What are you doing here?

Natsu sighed. The odd thought had popped into his head again.

It had been a long day of training, and he was utterly beat. So why couldn't he fall fast asleep like Happy had just moments earlier?

Insomnia was a new experience for Natsu, who usually could fall asleep at the drop of a hat after a day's worth of training like hell (unless it was on a moving vehicle Mavis forbid that ever happening). More than a few times the past month though, it seemed that his thoughts would linger long after the time he would normally be asleep. Despite what Gray always said about him having the brain capacity of a monkey he knew that he was smarter and more capable than that (at least he hoped). It was just...odd how it kept appearing out of the blue like that.

It was always the same thought too. Strange.

Natsu rolled over and gazed at the fire made for their campsite, hoping that its flames and gentle warm would lull him asleep. The thought would have to go away eventually, right?

After all, he had another full day of training tomorrow.

[rainteaanddragons]

Last Hope

Written in response to @ftfanfics challenge ‘speechless’ this was a difficult one to write so thank you for this prompt! :) My prompt word was 'Opia’. Enjoy!

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

It was a split second decision that needed no second thought which led to Gray pushing Natsu out of the way of that curse.

Almost instantly a dark substance spread under Gray’s skin like a thick black spiders web to envelop the majority of Gray’s chest. Gray was so overwhelmed by the white hot pain which was slowly taking over his senses that he almost didn’t notice as Natsu stepped over him, and with an angry roar on his lips, encased the enemy in a ball of swirling flames. Gray kept his eyes open as he felt strong arms around him, and Natsu’s intense green gaze found his.

Natsu didn’t need words to tell why Gray had done what he did. As those agonised, dark eyes stared back at him it felt like the Ice Mage wasn’t just looking at him, he was looking through him. Searching for understanding, an acceptance of his feelings, feelings which Gray had never voiced. The blind hope Natsu saw in Gray’s expression broke his heart. Gray’s dark eyes seemed to speak words in their thousands, there was no need for him to move his lips.

To Natsu it felt like Gray’s gaze had stripped him bare. Taking advantage of his emotional state, invoking a vulnerability in Natsu, and leading him to access to feelings he didn’t even know he had. Somehow Gray had unlocked a burning passion within him, a passion much deeper than any Natsu had even know. That passion quickly made way for fear as Natsu noticed Gray’s ragged breaths.

The way Gray seemed to have captured him, Natsu had forgotten where they were.

As Natsu cradled Gray’s almost lifeless body tears made fresh tracks in his dirt and blood covered face. They had spoken more without words in those few moments then they ever had before. They’d said things which had needed saying years before. No matter how much, it was too little, too late. Natsu knew that. It hurt him to his core.

So in Gray’s last moments Natsu answered Gray’s hopes in the only way he knew how.

Leaning down he pressed his lips to Gray’s in a gentle kiss.

When Natsu pulled back, Gray’s eyes were closed, the ghost of a smile still etched onto his peaceful expression.