Writer's Dedication

It was dark when he climbed through her window. The bright moon was shining high in the cloud-free sky, and the stars sparkled right beside it. He usually didn't come over this late, but he had been stuck at the guild for a long time, and it was all because of that perverted popsicle. Earlier in the day they had a fight, and they had accidentally crushed Erza's strawberry cake. In a fit of rage, she had forced them to sweep the entire guild, and he had just finished.

"Lucy!" He called out, still perched on the windowsill. He braced himself for some random object to be thrown at him, but to his surprise, nothing came flying in his direction.

"Luce?" He called again, but once again heard no response. He quietly slipped off the windowsill, wondering if she was even home. The apartment was dark, but there was still one light on- the one at her desk.

He crept over, and sure enough, she was there. Her fingers were still curled around a quill, but her body was hunched over the desk, her eyes peacefully closed. Her chest rose and fell with each soft breath she took, and her golden hair was all over the desk, covering her work.

He sighed softly, wondering why on earth she was up writing so late if she was that tired. Still, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He carefully scooped her up in his arms, and she snuggled against him, as if she knew exactly where she was. He set her down in her bed and draped the covers over her limp body, then crawled in beside her.

When she woke up in the morning, he was still there, snoring softly.