I know princess bride has probably been done to death but here's the start of my fairy tail version.
It was a way to try and combat the bad writer's block I've been having.
I don't own fairy tail or any of it's characters
Yury felt the tiny blonde's forehead and frowned, "I'm so sorry you got sick taking care of us Mavis."
Mavis gave him a brave little smile, "Oh I don't mind, I'm just glad you all are better, and look, now I get all three of you taking care of me!"
Yury gestured to the table next to her where he had set a tray, "Well I brought you some water and some soup; don't worry I didn't make it, Warrod did. Is there anything else you need before I go?"
"Tell me a story!" she exclaimed, her eyes suddenly bright.
Yury's eyes widened, "What? A story? I can't tell you a story!"
Mavis pretended to cough, "Oh but Yury, I'm so sick. It would make me feel so much better."
Yury rolled his eyes, "Mavis, I'm a fairy tail wizard, not a story teller."
Mavis raised a finger, "You used to say you were a treasure hunter, not a wizard." She looked up at him and noted he didn't look convinced, "Well. . . both Precht and Warrod told me stories."
"They did?" Yury raised a brow.
Mavis tapped her lip, "You know, Warrod probably does tell better stories than you could anyway. You should go get him for me."
Yury crossed his arms, "There is no way Warrod tells better stories than me."
Mavis tilted her head, "Are you sure? I mean, if it's going to be too difficult we should really get Warrod."
"I'm telling you a story and that's it!" Yury yelled.
Mavis settled back in her covers with a secret smile, "Okay, okay, if you want to. I would like that."
Yury rubbed his chin, "Okay let's see, how do these start? Oh yes of course,"
Once upon a time, in the land of Fiore, there was a beautiful woman with golden hair.
Mavis grinned, "Was her name Mavis?"
"What! Of course not! She didn't even look like you . . .she had . . .brown eyes, and a very large rack!"
Mavis crossed her arms, "Well then what was her name?"
Yury sighed, "Will you let me tell the story or not?" When she gave him a nod he continued.
Once upon a time, in the land of Fiore, there was a beautiful woman with golden hair, and massive breasts. Her name was Lucy. She lived with her parents on their large farm in the country. Though she was beautiful, Lucy didn't care for silly things like fancy clothes or the boys in town. All she wanted to do was read . . .
"See it is me!" Mavis threw up her hands with a smile.
"No damnit, you're making me lose my train of thought!" Yury snapped.
All she wanted to do was read, ride her horse, and torment the farm boy who worked for her father.
His name was Natsu, but she never called him by his name.
"See Mavis, it isn't about you, you don't ride horses or torment people," Yury said, quite pleased with himself.
"Oh goody, is this a romance?" Mavis clapped her hands.
Yury made a face of disgust, "What? Of course not! This is an adventure."
Mavis held her pointer and thumb together, "But with a little romance right?"
"Who is telling the story!" Yury frowned and rubbed his face, "Never mind what I said earlier, you do torment people."
"Well fine, Warrod had romance and adventure but, you know, if it's too hard for you. . ."Mavis coughed and flopped back on her pillow.
Yury pursed his lips and breathed loudly through his nose, "Fine, there will be some romance."
Nothing gave Lucy more pleasure than to order Natsu around. On a daily basis she would find any excuse to find him and tell him what to do. "Farm boy, polish my horse's saddle, make sure I can see my face in it." "Farmboy, fetch me some water, and make sure it's cool this time." "Farmboy, go clean the shed, I'm tired of seeing spiders everywhere I look."
And every time she would order him around, he would respond with "Do it yourself weirdo!"
"Yury! That isn't very nice or romantic!" Mavis cried.
Yury narrowed his eyes, "Who is telling the story here me or you?"
"But Yury!"
Yury sighed, "Fine, but no more interruptions!"
Every time she would give him an order he would say, "Of course Luce." In fact, it was all he ever said to her. So, it went on this way between them two for many years; Lucy ordering Natsu around and doing as she pleased, Natsu obeying her orders with a grin and toiling long hours for Lucy's father.
It was around the time that Lucy hit seventeen that there was a momentous change. All of a sudden all the girls in town found excuses to be constantly at her farm, and staring at her farmboy. She would try to send them away, but they would always find a reason to return. She tried ordering the farmboy to stay in his hovel, but then none of the chores were done.
Once morning it was especially hot so Natsu was walking around without his shirt on. Noting the dazed, drool-filled expressions of the women from town, she ordered him to keep his shirt on. When she did this he said "Of course Luce" with a glint in his eye and a mischievous smile on his lips. Then, just a moment later, he proceeded to dump an entire bucket of water over himself, making it so that not only could you make out all the muscles in his top half, but his lower half as well. It looked like all of the girls from town would pass out! Lucy then forgot all decorum and screamed at the women to leave. She thought this would upset Natsu, but when she looked back at him, he was watching her with a happy lopsided grin.
That night she tossed and turned in her bed, unable to get the images of Natsu and the girls from town staring at him out of her head. What had changed? Why were they all being such a nuisance? Why did it bother her at all? He was just a dumb, poor, farmboy; why were the girls from town so obsessed? She had to admit, he did have a very nice figure, muscular and tan from hard labor. He also had a very nice smile, wide with white, straight teeth. Is that enough for all of those girls to be so obsessed? He didn't have a brain cell in his head!
Lucy sat up and frowned, as much as she could tell herself he was dumb, she knew it wasn't true. She saw it in the way he managed her father's farm, the way he handled the tasks she gave him, the way he approached any problem that was thrown his way. The fact that he didn't sit around discussing philosophy didn't make him a dullard. The more she thought about it the more she realized how strong, handsome, and smart her farmboy was. Lucy's eyes widened with her sudden clarity, she was upset because she loved him herself! When had this happened? How could she have missed it? With a cry she fell dramatically on her bed and spent the rest of the night drifting in and out of a fitful, tear-stained sleep.
That morning she rose before dawn and ran straight to his hovel in the yard. She knocked. Natsu opened the door and stared down at her, waiting. Lucy blushed and looked away from him, suddenly shy under his piercing gaze.
"I love you," Lucy said. "I know it's hard to believe since all I ever do is order you around, and tease you, and taunt you, but I love you and every minute that goes by I feel like I love you even more. I don't know when it began but I know it will never stop and I couldn't go another moment without telling you. Just tell me what to do to gain your love. I know I might not be able to compete with with other girls from town but anything I can do, I will do for you, anything I can't I will learn to do for you. Dearest Natsu, I've never called you that before have I? Natsu, Natsu, Natsu, darling Natsu, adored Natsu, sweet perfect Natsu, whisper that I have a change to win your love." When she finished her speech she bravely lifted her head to look him in the eye. He looked back at her wide eyed . . .and then promptly slammed the door in her face, without a word.
For a moment Lucy just stared in disbelief. Finally she snapped from her stupor and ran, tripping and stumbling through the yard, tears pouring down her face. She didn't stop until she arrived at her room where she promptly threw herself on her bed and hid her face in her pillow. Finally safe from the outside and her shame.
Stupid Natsu, stupid farmboy! How could he do that to her? How could he stay silent when she was throwing her heart at him! He didn't have the decency to say one word. He could have said "sorry" or "too late." Couldn't he have said something! She violently kicked at her mattress and screamed.
Maybe she was crazy, maybe this was just some quick, violent passion that had taken hold of her heart and would be gone the next day. He probably was an idiot after all, what had he ever said to her other than "Of course Luce." Maybe that was why he hadn't responded, maybe if he opened his mouth she would realize what a massive moron he really was. She firmed her jaw and climbed off her bed. She could do this, she didn't really love him. She dressed for the day, brushed her hair, and smiled at her reflection, then burst into tears. She couldn't lie to herself, this was no passing fancy, she loved him with all her heart. He wasn't dumb by any means. The only reason he hadn't said a word was because he didn't love her back and there was nothing to say.
She didn't leave her room all day, terrified of having to face him again. So she couldn't ride, and she couldn't read because her brain was in so much turmoil. Instead she just cried and rocked, rocked and cried, until she had no tears left in her head.
Just as the sun was beginning to set, there was a knock at her door. Lucy rolled on her bed to stare at it, willing the knocker to go away. They didn't however, instead they knocked again. Lucy sat up and rubbed her face, then groaned, "Who is it?"
"Natsu."
Lucy stretched and rolled her eyes, "Natsu? Do I know anyone named Nat . . . Oh farmboy! It's you, how lame." She put on a brave face and walked over to the door. Once it was unlocked and opened she gave him a condescending smile, "I'm actually glad you came by, I was starting to feel a little bit guilty about the little joke I played this morning. That was just a little too harsh. I thought for sure you would realize I was just kidding but when you shut the door I was worried I was a little too convincing. Obviously the idea is just ridiculous . . ."
"I came to say good-bye," Natsu interrupted.
Lucy felt like she had been kicked in the gut, he was leaving? She used all her willpower to keep her shock from showing in her face, and merely tilted her head. "You mean good-night right? You've come to tell me that before you go to sleep so that I know I'm forgiven for my prank? It's very thoughtful of you Natsu."
Natsu continued his piercing stare, "No Luce, I'm leaving."
"Leaving?" Lucy's knees began to buckle, she grabbed the door frame to steady herself, "Now?"
"Yes."
"Because of what I said?"
"Yes."
She clutched at her forehead, willing herself to be strong, not wanting to sacrifice her pride. "Oh, silly me, I really did go too far this morning didn't I? I suppose it's done, but I won't take you back after whatever stupid village girl you've chosen is done with you." She crossed her arms, "I don't care if you beg on your knees."
Natsu just stared.
Lucy began to ramble, "You know, she doesn't even know you, whoever this girl is. Just because you're handsome and perfect, it doesn't mean she will truly love you when she gets to know you. She might get tired of you, she might think you are just some passing fancy."
Natsu cocked his head and furrowed his brow. "No, I'm off to seek my fortune Lucy. I've been training for years to not need sleep so I'll be able to work two jobs and save all I can. I'll return when I have enough to buy my own land and build a home. . ."
"You really think some girl you've just met is going to wait around for you?"
"Stop talking about the stupid village girls, you're driving me nuts!" Natsu exclaimed throwing his hands in the air. He put a hand on her shoulder, "Don't you understand what I'm trying to say here?" Lucy slowly shook her head.
Natsu sighed, "Damn Lucy, why are you such a weirdo? For a smart girl you sure can be dumb sometimes."
Lucy swallowed, "Are you saying you love me?"
Natsu's eyes widened, "Do I love you? How is that even a question?"
Lucy narrowed her eyes, "Because you haven't even said it you moron!"
"Why in the world would I stay here on this miserable farm all these years only making pennies? Everything has been for you Lucy, always for you. I've lived every day hoping that somehow, someway, you would be inspired to look my way. You're all I think about, you're all I dream about. Are you getting any of this?"
"If you're teasing me Natsu, so help me god, I will kill you,"Lucy growled.
Natsu raised a brow, "Why do you think I'm teasing ya?"
Lucy stamped her foot, "Because you still haven't said the words!"
Natsu gave her a wide, toothy grin, "Is that all? I. Love. You. Do you get it now? I love you and I've always loved you, even though you're a miserable weirdo who lives to make my life hell." He laughed, "I don't know what that says about me."
Lucy wrinkled her nose, "That still sounds like teasing."
He chuckled warmly, "Aww Luce, only a little bit. I've been saying it all this time, every time you heard 'Of course Luce,' what I was really saying was 'I love you.' You were just too busy with your books and your horse to notice or hear me."
"Well I see you now, I hear you now! Do you really have to go? Couldn't you stay just one more day?"
Natsu frowned, "No Lucy, I need to go now. If I stay another day, I'll be tempted to stay another and then another, and I'll never become the man you need or deserve. This is how it has to be."
"Natsu, I promise you, I will never love anyone else, only you until the day I die. I will wait for you, as long as it takes," Lucy proclaimed.
Natsu grinned, "I'll come back for you, as soon as I can." He reached out his hand, "Umm good-bye."
She shook his, staring into his eyes, "Good-bye."
They both gave awkward nods as he stepped away.
But he didn't come back for her. Less than a year later, Lucy received word that his ship had been taken by pirates, and there were no survivors.
"What kind of story is this!" Mavis cried, "You didn't let them kiss and then you killed him off by pirates! They should at least have a kiss before he dies!"
Yury curled his lip in disgust, "You can't really expect me to describe a kiss! That's weird!"
"You can't describe a kiss? Why not? Is it because you've never had one?" Yury turned to find Warrod in the doorway. "It's simple, 'and they kissed,' what's weird about that?"
Yury breathed out loudly from his nose, "I hate you guys."
As he began to step away Lucy reached out to him, "Are you really going to leave me without even one kiss?"
Natsu grinned and pulled her to him. There have been many kisses in the history of kisses, but none has ever been as passionate and loving as this one. Their lips met and it was as if the cosmos exploded. Lucy knew in that moment, for sure, this was true love.
Sadly Natsu never returned, for less than a year later Lucy received word that his ship had been taken by pirates and there were no survivors. For days Lucy didn't sleep or eat, her sorrow was so deep. She declared that she would never love again.
"There you ingrates, is that better?" Yury crossed his arms.
Warrod grinned, "Well it was a little heavy handed but . . ."
Yury snorted, "You're just jealous because so far my story is way better than yours."
Warrod furrowed his brow, "Better than mine?" Then he noted Mavis's wink and the finger to her lips. Warrod grinned and made himself comfortable in the other chair next to her bed. "There's no way it's better than mine." He gave Mavis a wink back. "You killed your main love interest with pirates!"
Yury grinned, "Obviously you don't know anything about story telling."
The king of Fiore was getting old and it was decided that his son must finally take a bride, so that he could have a queen for when he ascended the throne. Prince Siegrain turned out to be extremely picky however, and much to his parents dismay, found every princess wanting. This one was too bald, this one was too fat, that one chewed too loudly, this one's voice grated his nerves; not a single one was good enough.
Tired of his parent's constant nagging, he took his friend Count Ultear and a few of his most trusted men and went for a hunt in the country.
"You will have to choose someone soon or the kingdom will start to talk," Ultear advised as they rode along.
Siegrain made a noise of disgust, "I just wish this whole business was over, the whole ordeal bores me. Why do I have to have a woman by my side to become king?"
"Because having an heir is important. If you want to go ahead in your plans for growing the kingdom, you need to select a bride."
Siegrain sighed, "I just don't understand why it is so hard to find someone pleasing to look at, who will just sit quietly at my side. Is that so much to ask?"
"You could always go with a commoner, they wouldn't question anything you do," Ultear offered.
"Yes but how would I find a commoner lovely enough that her status wouldn't make me a laughing stock?"
"What about that one?" Ultear pointed down at a field where Lucy just happened to be riding by, her golden locks blowing in the wind, her breasts bouncing dramatically with the rhythm of her horse's stride.
"Really Yury?" Mavis raised a brow.
"What? The breasts are important! How else is the prince going to decide he has to marry someone so far beneath him!" He turned to Warrod, "Back me up on this!"
Warrod grimaced and held his hands up in defense, "Don't lump me in with you, I don't think a woman needs a large chest to be attractive."
"Let me tell the story how I want or there will be no story!" Yury snapped, shaking a finger at his guildmates.
"Fine, fine," relented Mavis.
Prince Siegrain watched her ride for a moment, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. Then he grinned, "She's perfect, stay here a moment. I must go speak to her," and he left his party behind, galloping towards Lucy.
When he came her side Lucy halted her horse in surprise. She had never seen someone so elegantly dressed or a horse so beautiful and white.
Siegrain looked down at her, "I am your prince and you will marry me."
Unfortunately, Lucy does not like to be told what to do. "I am your servant and I refuse."
Siegrain narrowed his eyes, "You cannot refuse."
Lucy crossed her arms, "I just did."
Siegrain moved his horse closer, "Refusal means death."
Lucy did not falter, "Then kill me."
Siegrain ran a hand through his hair, "How in the world would you rather be dead than married to me?"
Lucy's posture dropped, her eyes sad, "Because marriage means love and I can never love again."
Siegrain snorted, "Love? Who said anything about love? Not me, if anything this would just be a contract. There must always be a male heir in Fiore and I must have a wife to do this. So you could marry me, be the richest and most powerful woman in the land, and provide me a son or you could die a terrible, painful death. These are your only options, you must choose."
Lucy scowled, "I will never love you."
Siegrain shrugged, "I could care less, it is not a sentiment I desire."
Lucy sighed, her love was gone, her life was over anyway. She just didn't have the energy left in her to fight the stubborn prince. "Well then, I suppose I have no choice, let's marry."
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After three years of training at the palace, it was decided that she was ready. The whole kingdom gathered to celebrate the announcement of Prince Siegrain's new bride. Trumpets heralded her arrival as the prince called out, "In a month's time, at the five hundredth anniversary celebration I will be married. Now I present to you my future wife, Princess Lucy!"
When Lucy came out before them, there was a collective gasp. Her golden hair was magnificent, now tended to by full-time hair dressers, and her skin was now creamy and white from years of expensive creams and being protected from the sun. Her clothes were the finest fabrics in brilliant shades of fuchsia and gold. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. She walked among them, smiling at them as they greeted her and fought to touch her gown. She was determined to succeed in being the royal princess they deserved. If this was the role fate had chosen for her, she would do it to the best of her ability.
The whole time she processed through her future subjects, she was completely unaware that in the far corner, on the highest tower, deep in the shadows, the man in black stood waiting; his eyes flashing and dangerous.
Thanks so much for reading! Did you like it? Is it worth continuing?
