So basically I revamped my experimental first chapter & decided to go through with this story. Expect most chapters to be far longer than this one.
Also thanks to my fabulous beta reader.
If you like Jet then you're gonna have a bad time.
He didn't bat an eye when Natsu ruined his chances with her. The guy truly did love her, but he was too selfish to resist putting his desires before hers. Never did he take her on a single date; his idea of taking her out was going on a fierce mission where her clothing would inevitably be destroyed and he would have to save her from a ridiculously dangerous situation, usually of his causing to be begin with.
But then he died and everything changed.
Although she'd taken it better than most had expected, it was still troubling nonetheless. For one, she was no longer loud and cheerful. Her vanity rarely saw the light of day. She didn't bother to style her hair in the usual fashion; side ponytail and all.
It was obvious that Natsu's death had an influence on the changes within her.
For the most part, she just sat quietly and stared into space. But the crying... It didn't happen often after the first week, but when it did it lasted for hours. Crying wasn't even an accurate word to use, though. Nor was sobbing. She would be screaming. Absolutely resistant to any attempts to calm her down. It was brutal, and he'd have to restrain her in some cases because she'd be so wild that she'd break things in her hysterics.
The only person she was willing to be around anymore was Erza Scarlet. Sometimes she could stomach being near Gray, but when she saw the change in him it was too much for her and the guilt set in.
He was forced to sit and wait in the Spirit World when Jet treated her like complete garbage. He knew that imbecile had no idea what to do with his hands or how to treat a woman. He also knew that it was her loneliness more than anything which was keeping her with that man.
It took his attempted rape on her person for Loke to finally snap.
Before that, he'd known something was off about their relationship. The way they interacted while he was around was very strained, sort of like the acting in a really shitty day drama. When he asked if Jet was being good to her, she'd say everything was great before swiftly changing the subject. He became nearly overwhelmed with concern, but then she stopped calling him out so he stopped coming.
He wanted to touch her so bad. But he'd only do it with her explicit permission. Sometimes he'd be tempted to open his gate to ask her how she was doing. But he knew how she was doing. He just wanted an excuse to see her.
Aquarius would often pressure him to check in on her, of course under the pretense that he not let Lucy know it was she who sent him. He always refused though.
She needed someone and he wanted it to be him.
Every day Lucy missed her handsome prince.
There was something about his presence that was soothing to her. His happy disposition was exactly what she needed in her current state. She wanted to summon him all the time, but she thought it too selfish to bring him to the human world just cuz she felt lonely.
But lonely wasn't an accurate description of the way she felt. Miserable. Depressed. Guilty. Ugly.
She was everything bad in the world because she couldn't save her best friend. He died in a failing relationship. He loved her so much but there was nothing left for them. Late nights staying up talking about their future together turned to awkward silences where they'd find any and every excuse to be away from each other.
Their final kiss as he bled out was even a disaster. Their noses smashed together painfully, and a hollow laugh was the last bit of life he let out before he was no more.
After he died, everything changed. She was absolutely horrified. She'd hole herself up in her apartment for days on end and lay in bed refusing to get up. At first, her friends would visit her to try to console her, but she'd aggressively reasoned that she didn't deserve to feel better after such a failure on her part to protect those close to her.
Slowly, they started to drift away until only Erza could bear witness to the heartbreaking sight of her. She was incapable of leaving her behind. If she could wait for Jellal, she could be there for Lucy.
Gray would try his best to be there, but he could tell she didn't feel worthy of his friendship after "killing his best friend". There was no getting through to her and he didn't understand how to handle such a delicate situation. Girls crying wasn't his forte. And what had happened was so scarring. He couldn't tell her things were going to be okay; they weren't okay. Their closest friend was dead. He was never coming back.
And then she found Jet. More like Jet found her in an extremely vulnerable state and saw an opportunity unlike any other. Rather than wait for her to recover from her traumatic loss, he took advantage of her damaged psyche.
Distraught and, for lack of a better word, butt-hurt at his inability to obtain Levy, he took aim at, what was in his mind, the next best thing. Part of her probably knew this, but she felt like she was stuck behind an opaque wall and her soul just watched her body interact from day to day.
Lucy didn't really hide his abuse from others; no one was willing to investigate into their relationship to begin with. Except Loke, but she didn't have the nerve to face him like this. He would be furious, she knew, but Jet was the only man willing to be with her after what happened with Natsu. She couldn't fault most men for not wanting her; she had nothing to offer in her condition.
However, most of her friends and guildmates knew something was off between them. Whenever they were together they rarely talked. And if someone was talking it was almost always him; she'd give one worded answers, and he'd give her pointed looks that almost always promised consequences of a darker nature later on.
It was prudent that she agree with him in public, because if not, she'd pay the price when they were alone.
Of course it didn't start out awful. The first few weeks of their relationship he was really sweet and treated her like she was his world. He'd always tell her how cute, smart, and strong she was. Every week he'd do really cheesy shit like take her on dates or buy her random presents.
Then he made the transition from loving boyfriend to restless, controlling fuckwad. At first it was little things like him insulting her clothing preferences. He'd refer to her as "his little slut" sometimes, which really hurt her, but she didn't want to upset the balance of their relationship.
It turned from a relationship, however, into utter domination. He would fault her for every characteristic that differed from Levy and make her pay for it.
The first time he hit her was because she denied his request for her to change her shirt. He claimed her large breasts to be sloppy and disgusting and wanted her to cover them up in public, because only he was allowed to see how foul a creature she was. When she hesitated, he proceeded to punch her in the stomach. In the aftermath, while she was crying, he grabbed her by her hair, yanked her head back, and reminded her how it all could have been avoided if she'd cooperated like a good little slut.
She wasn't dead, but this was the next best thing.
The barrier between her mind and reality finally broke on the day Jet decided he wanted to be a little too ambitious about his intentions towards lovely Miss Lucy.
Jet picked her up at her apartment that morning so they could walk to the guild together. He knocked on the door and waited several seconds before becoming irate. He went out of his way to pick her up from her dingy place, and she wasn't ready the second he arrived. Well that didn't sit well with him.
They'd been together for 3 months, and he tolerated her never putting out so the least she could do was show him a little respect and be prepared to bow to his will.
The instant she opened the door, he was on her. He pushed her back in and slammed it shut behind him, locking it just to be safe. For several seconds, they just stared at each other. Then he made the first move, grabbing her by the front of her shirt and jerking her forward to him.
"Jet, please..don't hurt me," she whispered pathetically.
"You really expect me to wait for you out there like a little lapdog without punishing you?!"
"That's not what I said at all...," she corrected.
He fisted his hand in her hair," Talk back to me like that ever again and you'll find yourself wishing you'd died along with that fuck of a teammate. But I'll deal with you later. Can't have you walking around with bruises on that ugly little face of yours today."
After having cleared that up, he made a complete character transformation, grabbing her hand and leading her out the door, intending to make good on his promise to take her to the guild that day. Halfway there, he looked at her with a very forced smile. Her tears had almost dried at that point so she was able to return his stare.
"Baby, I love you. You know I have your best interests in mind," he said, grinning in earnest. She just nodded in agreement, not willing to question such a sentiment after the consequences of her talking back previously.
One thing she noticed was he never apologized. Implied or not, she'd never catch words of that nature leaving his mouth. He wasn't sorry, he was ecstatic that it was becoming easier and easier to have a little android girl who was programmed to do exactly as he wanted.
The only issue was she still wouldn't give everything to him. He wanted her so bad and screwing girls on the side just wasn't cutting it anymore. However, he planned to change all that today. At the guild he was gonna give to her so good she'd never deny him again.
They entered the guild, hand in hand, silent as per usual.
As they passed their guild mates, most refused to look their way. When Lucy chanced a glance at some of her acquaintances within the guild, they avidly avoided making eye contact. She supposed she didn't blame them. It was hard to look at the person who failed to protect the guild's most beloved member.
He led her up the second floor of the guild hall and into a storage room filled with old furniture and boxes that were soon to be rid of.
He pulled her close and rested his hands on her lower back," C'mere, little lady," he murmured gently, their lips less than an inch apart. She nodded meekly before allowing their lips to make contact. His kisses always started off sweet, but usually took a turn for the sloppy and aggressive.
That being said, she kissed him back with all she could give. She was so lonely, and even though he was so awful to her, his touch was still somewhat comforting. Being held by someone who disrespected her in every way was preferable to being alone at this point. All alone, she was incapable of hiding from herself.
As usual, his hands lowered and firmly grasped both her ass cheeks. She jolted as she immediately was set on edge. This had happened a million times before, but it never seized to scare her," Jet, please stop," she mumbled with little conviction.
She knew he wouldn't stop until he felt like it. Her hands grasped his wrists and removed them from her ass, but he slapped her hands out of the way before leading her backwards to a disgusting and dingy looking couch. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, he pulled her legs out from under her, then spread them so he could reach his goal in between.
When her legs fell out from underneath her, her head made contact with the floor, just barely missing the couch. She was almost positive he'd meant for her to land on the couch, but seeing as the blow to her head paralyzed her for several seconds, he seemed to like this outcome much more.
He began to rub soothing circles between her legs, trying to awkwardly find her clit through her clothing," That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked, smirking as she struggled to focus on his face.
She reached for his hands to try to remove them from her body," I...," but before she could formulate a response, he lifted her up by her hips before slamming her back down, her head making contact with the floor again. She couldn't stave the sound of agony that left her mouth, and her vision went black for a few seconds.
This was much more effective than trying to guilt her into putting out. He'd figured she'd wear down and give in, but that was the only thing she always held firm on. Even now, with her being disoriented from the strikes to her head, it was already much easier to spread her open.
As soon as her resistance tapered off, he was back at it, attempting to pleasure her. His pointer and middle finger rubbed harsh circles between her legs this time, and she felt guilty at the pleasure it brought her, a dark wet spot developing in the crotch of her shorts," That feels good on your pussy, doesn't it? It feels even better without clothes in between. Let me make you feel good," he whispered. Her body wanted him so bad, but her mind couldn't stand the idea of him inside of her, so she struggled against him further. Jet repeated his earlier action of lifting her and slamming her back down. He robustly rubbed her and like a light switch being flickered on, her fight or flight instincts came to life.
It was almost like some of her soul came rushing back into her and she went into immediate panic mode. Since his hands were busy trying to force an orgasm on her, he had no means to cover her mouth when she started yelling," Get off! Please, get off!" Her legs flailed, trying to kick him off, but he remained strategically placed right between them and wouldn't allow them maneuverability.
She started clawing at him and trying to get away from him, screaming and moaning like a cornered animal, ceasing her motions only when he lifted her to slam her head back to the floor, effectively knocking her unconscious momentarily.
And then her handsome prince arrived.
R&R please