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Ester’s life - The Solve it Squad returns

inspired by a post from @laurenlopezstolemypizza (x)

It's 1 am here and I'm just thinking about how absolutely broken Lucy was at the end of the Tartaros arc.

I absolutely adore her. So many people hate her and I don't know why.

1. She was never meant to be a fighter. She never felt violence was the option to go for.

2. She's a power house when she needs to be.

3. I just fucking love how much she loves her friends. How she treats everyone. How she forgives and let's go. How she's everyone's moral support. She whines and she's loud but that's what makes her Lucy. I love an outgoing confident personality.

She'll do everything she can to help, in her own way.

- She risked her life when she was stuck in the clock. She didn't mind being thrown into the sky to God knows where if it meant saving everyone.

- I remember she stopped fighting Flare when she realized Asuka was in danger. She ended up getting tortured but if it meant keeping Asuka safe, she endured it.

- She forgave Gajeel for the way he treated her ( more like she never held it against him and treated him like she did everyone else ). Tortured rather. Being lifted up by your hair is probably one of the most painful things ever. She fuc**** forgave Minerva. I mean. Wow. Girl you're too sweet.

- Juvia had no one once her guild was defeated by Fairy Tail. Despite facing off against a person who wrecked her guild, Lucy ended up saving Juvia from literally becoming some bat shit crazy chick. Juvia was so moved to hear that Lucy thought of her as a friend. ( I don't know why this was never brought up later. Juvia saying that Lucy was her first friend is something I'll never forget. Such a beautiful scene. )

Finally....all the other crazy situations we know where Lucy was being her amazing beautiful self- Rewriting the book, saving Natsu, future Lucy sacrificing herself for her friends and the future, she closed the eclipse gate, yadayadayada.

How can someone really hate her? She's everything I'd want in a friend.

But damn. The end of Tartaros.

She sacrificed Aquarius.

Her best friend, her guardian. A celestial spirit that was like a mother to Lucy. She sacrificed someone she held so close to her heart. Watching her cry.....I know her heart was torn to a million pieces. Losing someone precious to you is one of the most heartbreaking and painful things to happen.

She did this to save everyone. To save Natsu.

And to see him leave her when she was already hurting.....I'll never understand how he could do that.

Yeah he left to get stronger to protect her and everyone else etc. Fine. That's fine. But.

I just can't imagine how I would've felt knowing that I sacrificed someone very dear to me, to save someone else ( a bunch of other people ) very dear to me, only for that very person, to leave without saying anything.

Man. I wish Natsu and Happy took the time to ask if she was okay before leaving.

If she was broken before.........Natsu leaving probably left her shattered.

I love my girl. She deserved better there. 🤍

Long rant. I'm sorry.

Edit: By the way I know just how traumatized Natsu was too. In the comments I've mentioned how it must've been for Natsu to lose his father. How traumatic it would've been seeing his father ripped apart like that. That truly truly scars someone. No one can comprehend what it could've been like for him. Which is why I wish we had a chapter dedicated to Natsu coping with that horrible experience. But I still truly believe that him leaving Lucy behind like that when she was broken too, wasn't the best decision. ( Granted he didn't know. But he did know how much she cared for him. )

Fluff idea: Patton is feeling sick and Virgil offers cuddles and some calming tea to help the sick feeling and they watch their favorite movies all day until Patton falls asleep.

Mnnneyyesysyasdfas May I do a smol thing?

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“Pat? Are you okay?”

Patton lifted his head from where he’d rested it on his forearms and blinked up at Virgil. He hadn’t even heard the other side come into the kitchen; he’d just sat down at the table for a second, hadn’t he? Just a second. He just needed to rest, that was all, then he was going to make breakfast for everyone. The dizzy feeling in his head (and the accompanying churning in his gut) was probably just a result of a bad night’s sleep, or maybe indigestion from his late-night nibble of leftover pizza, and it was going to pass any moment now, absolutely. 

Definitely any moment now. 

Virgil was still looking at him and Patton abruptly realized that an uncomfortable amount of moments had stretched between them in silence, Virgil’s inquiry still hovering in the air between them unanswered. 

“Hey, kiddo!” Patton made a valiant attempt at enthusiasm, but his voice sounded as wobbly as he felt, and the effort fell flat. “You betcha, I’m fine! Just taking a minute or two before I start breakfast.” 

“A minute or two to what?” Virgil’s frown was deepening, creases growing at the corners of his mouth and between his eyebrows, and he reached up and laid the back of his hand against Patton’s forehead without waiting for a reply. Patton made a tiny noise in his throat, quite involuntarily, and leaned into the touch. Virgil’s hand was blessedly cool against Patton’s flushed forehead. 

“Oh, just…you know. A minute or two.” His words were vague, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Virgil had moved closer, a solid comforting presence against the still-spinning room. 

“Uh huh.” Virgil let his hand fall from Patton’s forehead, but thankfully it didn’t go far, his palm coming to rest against the back of Patton’s neck instead. Patton mewled, a pitiful little sound, and slumped against the anxious side, closing his eyes as his tummy sloshed unhappily. 

“Just needed to rest a bit before making breakfast, is all,” Patton mumbled, then had to swallow as the unhappy sloshing turned to a more threatening churn at the thought of food. 

“I think maybe you need to rest a bit more than a minute or two,” Virgil said gently, though there was amusement in his voice. “Patton, you’re sick.” 

“I’m not,” Patton mumbled, hoping if he said the words with enough conviction he could make them true. 

His rebellious gut was unimpressed. 

‘You are.” Virgil sighed, and began running the fingers of his other hand through Patton’s hair. “What was it, do you think? Did you eat something that’s disagreeing with you?” 

“I may have had some of the leftover pizza,” Patton admitted. “Just a nibble or two.” 

“Pizza?” Virgil’s fingers paused. “Not the pizza from our last movie night?” 

“Just a nibble. Or maybe a slice. Or three.” 

“Dammit! Patton, that pizza was over a week old.” Patton could hear Virgil’s scowl. “Roman was supposed to throw it out days ago, that freaking idiot. You’ve probably got food poisoning now.” 

“Oh, I’m sure it’s just…” Patton broke off abruptly, a sour burp escaping his throat, and whimpered again. “Oh, dear.” 

“Okay.” With audible effort, Virgil set aside his irritation at their forgetful prince, and instead took a step back so he could bend and look Patton in the face. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit there for just a few more minutes while I go get things set up. Then you’re going to take it easy for the day. No cooking. No nothing, unless you count resting. Got it?” 

He looked so stern that Patton couldn’t really do anything but nod. Virgil stepped away and Patton set his spinning head back on the kitchen table, letting the passage of time slip back into obscurity as he focused on keeping the contents of his stomach where they belonged. 

A certain amount of minutes later (Patton could not, even under the most stringent of interrogations, have said exactly how many), Virgil’s hand landed on Patton’s shoulder once more. With minimal protest, he let himself be pulled gently to his feet. There, the world tipped dangerously, but Virgil stood his ground, his arm around Patton’s waist and one of Patton’s arms pulled over Virgil’s shoulders. Virgil’s fingers were warm and strong where they were wrapped around Patton’s wrist, and Patton sighed, surrendering himself completely to Virgil’s competent care. 

They shuffled together into the living room, and Patton let himself be settled onto the couch, which Virgil had made up with cool, clean bed sheets and a pile of pillows. He had also procured a bottle of Pepto-Bismol, in its unattractive bubblegum pink, and Patton obediently swallowed the dose that was nudged against his lips. He made a face, waiting to see if his stomach would accept or reject the offering, but after a few uncertain moments, it appeared things were going to stay where he’d put them. He breathed a sigh of relief. 

Virgil echoed it, but Patton cracked an eye open when he heard Virgil set something down in front of him. He cringed but nodded gratefully when he saw the small trashcan now in easy reach in front of the couch.

“Just in case,” Virgil said apologetically, face twisting in sympathy as he reached out to stroke Patton’s hair back from his forehead. 

“No,it’s probably a good idea,” Patton mumbled, grimacing as another sour burp bubbled up to the back of his throat. 

“Try to get some rest, okay?” Virgil instructed, rising to his feet. “You’ll feel better in no time.” 

“Wait!” Patton reached out and grabbed Virgil’s sleeve, wanting to ask him to stay–not wanting to be alone–but when Virgil looked at him, the words died on Patton’s lips and he settled instead for, “Thanks, Virge.” 

Virgil smiled, and nodded, before moving out of Patton’s line of sight. But Patton didn’t have long to lament his absence: moments later, he returned, a bottle of water in one hand and a bottle of grape gatorade in the other. He set the drinks on the coffee table, murmuring, “For later, when you can keep them down,” then settled himself at the other end of the couch, pulling Patton’s feet into his lap. 

“I’m going to put on a movie, but I’ll keep it on low volume, okay?” Patton heard him say. “You should try to sleep if you can. But I’ll be here if you need anything.” 

Patton swallowed, blinking back a few tears when he heard the opening credits for Winnie the Pooh begin, and nodded. He settled himself down as comfortably as he could, focusing on the familiar sounds of the movie and the reassuring weight of Virgil’s hand on his ankle. 

He wanted to stay awake, to enjoy the company and the movie, but his eyelids were starting to feel like someone had weighed them down with something. Besides…he thought maybe if he could just sleep a bit more, he’d feel lots better. And maybe when he woke up again, Virgil would be here still, and they could watch a movie together, just the two of them. 

He thought Virgil would probably be willing to do that. The thought made him smile. 

He tugged off his glasses and set them on the coffee table, then nuzzled his face in against the blessedly cool pillowcase. And between one breath and the next, he was asleep. 

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So I finally finish it  

I will make a poster later about why I chose the instrument for each sides

I love Legoshi :’c ❤ 

if you want more fan art of this couple tell me with a comment ;)

Moonshadow elf Rayla: the Dragon Prince fanart   [Artist: Zarory]

Have you ever not reatched out for help just so someone else would reach out to you?

Just to see if someone cares/notices you need help.

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Not my picture I just thought it was funny.

Thomas and Joan when they were about to create Remus: