Welcome to my first NaLu AU fanfic! *throws confetti* (・ω・)
I want it to be a developing love story, not straight off the bat 'I'm-in-love-with-you-only-after-being-with-you-for-like,-one-week' story.
Also, whenever I'm writing a small part of the scene from the TV show, I'm going to write it like a play script.
If you don't know how that's written, you might want to look at a couple of examples to understand it better.
Without further ado...
Disclaimer: I don't own a flipping character from this story, It's all Hiro Mashima's. As well as anything else that I might refer to in the story, like songs, other shows, etc. T_T
Chapter 1
[Frederick holds Princess Yanderica's hands close to his chest]
FREDERICK
Oh my love! Fate has given me strength to defeat the evil Seighart and the monstrous Dragon that once guarded you.
[Frederick tenderly wraps his arms around Princess Yanderica]
FREDERICK
Come with me on my gallant steed to my kingdom, where you will become the Queen of our kingdom!
[Princess Yanderica gasps]
PRINCESS YANDERICA
(swoons)
Oh my prince in shining armor! My heart is forever yours!
[Princess Yanderica and Frederick share a passionate embrace as the spotlight dims]
[END SCENE]
Thick, red curtains of velvet shut close as the two actors are left frozen in place. The soft red wall muffles the thunderous clapping and whoops from behind it and 'Princess Yanderica' can't help but let out a sigh of relief.
This was her last show on stage and even though she was sad to leave, she knew that her 'calling' lies somewhere far from her mother's former spotlight. "I need to become my own star" the blonde thought, determinedly. "I won't hide under Mama's shadow forever!"
The blonde was so deep in thought that she almost missed the wet sniffling of her co-star.
"Uh...Dan?" the female made an attempt to push the clingy male, but his grip just tightened. "Dan? Show's over now...you can let go..."
The dark red-headed male shook his head. He looked up at the blond woman, his face evident with over-dramatic streams of tears and a tiny gloop of snot threatening to drip out of his Rudolph red nose. 'Gross' the blond woman sweat-dropped inwardly.
"But this is the last time I get to hold Lulu-chan in my arms as her dashing prince!" The male wailed, his eyes watering again. "When I let go of you, I'll never see you again!"
'Thank Kami' Lucy thought. "Ehh...that's not true! I'll come by the 'Love & Lucky Theatre' as much as I can! A-and I'll be sure to visit you first Dan!"
Dan continued to cry a waterfall of tears, causing the front of Lucy's baby pink Princess costume to darken into a deep fuchsia. "No! I refuse to let go of Lulu-py-"
Dan's words were cut off by a painful 'THWACK' to his head, a thin line of blood trailing down his temple before falling sideways, unconscious. A tall, insanely muscular man had his right hand out like a karate-chop, clearly the one guilty of knocking Dan out. But Lucy didn't mind at all.
"You okay Lu?" The tall man asked in a deep, almost rumbling voice. The tone he used clearly stated that he was annoyed with whatever ensued between the two.
"I'm okay Laxus-nii. He didn't do anything to me" Lucy stepped over Dan's fainted form and hugged her older brother, calming him instantly. She looked behind him and frowned. "Where's Levy-chan?"
Laxus rolled his eyes and gently guided his sister backstage, his right arm over her bare shoulders protectively. "She's in your dressing-room, buried somewhere in the huge mass of flowers all your fans kept sending"
The two blonds expertly maneuvered around ropes, spotlight stands and miscellaneous props before entering the huge space full of make-up stations, the light bulbs on the mirrors giving a hazy sunset glow. Stage crew and a few actors who played minor roles are moving about, some stopping to congratulate Lucy and give their goodbyes before returning to whatever they were doing.
The siblings then reached the back of the theatre, where Lucy's dressing-room stood. The white door was decorated with a shiny gold star plaque and underneath, in bright pink cursive, wrote 'Lucy Heartfilia'. Laxus opened the door, gesturing for Lucy to enter first. Curtseying, Lucy entered her moderate-sized room with Laxus, closing the door behind him.
Lucy was greeted with a million red roses, 'Farewell' wreaths and a few other flowers in various colours. Daisies, lilies, tulips, cosmos and every other bouquet that weren't roses were bunched in one end of her leather couch. There were so many that she almost missed the tiny blue lock of hair sticking out the mass of multi coloured petals. "Levy-chan?" Lucy called out cautiously.
A muffled reply and a rustle was received and Lucy looked to her older brother. "Nii-san, can you get Levy out? I need to change out of this costume for the farewell party."
Laxus grunted in reply and made his way to the wriggling figure. Lucy giggled and grabbed a zipped dress bag laying on the couch and headed for her bathroom. The bathroom had a simple drawback shower with a plain white curtain, a toilet and a silver towel rack. Lucy carefully peeled off her Princess costume and other garments before stepping in the shower. Smelling faintly of strawberries and wearing lacy white panties, Lucy unzipped the dress-bag and peered inside.
A burgundy V-neck halter dress with a slit on the right-side of her skirt. When she slipped it on, It was a perfect fit and showed a modest amount of her cleavage and the creamy skin of her legs. The slit ran from her mid-thigh to her ankle, the opening flaring out as it traveled down. She placed her previous attire in the bag and exited the bathroom.
All the flowers were piled up beside her vanity, a couple bouquets squashed from Laxus' rough handling and from Levy's struggling. Laxus was sprawled on the now empty couch with his eyes closed, his left arm covering his eyes. His navy blue dress shirt had the collar unbuttoned and was rumpled. Lucy was about to wake her brother up when she felt skinny arms hug her slim waist.
"Lu-chan! You're so pretty in that dress!" A petite light-bluenette with excited brown eyes looked up at her. She wore an A-line cream lace dress that stopped just under her knees, satiny dark beige ruffles peeking out from beneath the hem. The scoop neckline and waist had miniature chiffon appliques, matching the same colour as the ruffles. Paired with nude tulle ballet flats and a satin sash headband, Levy's usual curly hair stood out from her neutral coloured ensemble.
"But Levy-chan, you look a lot more impressive than I do!" Lucy replied, picking out a few stray petals out of her best friend's hair. "By the way, how did you end up buried in those flowers?"
Levy huffed with annoyance. "I was reading that novel you suggested when the flower delivery guy came came in, all rushed and sweaty." Levy moved away to Lucy's makeup vanity, preparing the curling wand before continuing. "He was freaking out about 'late deliveries' or something like that and practically threw all the flowers on me, not even realising I was there!"
Lucy giggled and made her way to her makeup station. With Lucy sitting down in front of the lit mirror, Levy started curling the ends of the blonde's semi-dry hair, satisfied when she saw the results. Lucy had placed simple eyeliner and pink-tinted lipgloss on before standing up and slipping on a pair of matching ankle-strap heels.
"To think that tonight's the last time I'll be a stage performer" Lucy mused, daydreaming. "Soon I'll be known as 'Lucy Heartfilia, World-renowned TV actress' and not as 'The Layla Heartfilia Twin'!"
"While I'll be the one to write all the famous shows you star in" Levy added, stepping beside her friend. "Then I'll work my way up to writing movies and maybe even some books.."
Both girls had plans to leave the 'Love & Lucky Theatre' that night so that they could start their new careers with a fresh start. Levy McGarden has been the scriptwriter for all the original plays and musical compositions for 4 years and decided to step it up a notch by entering the world of television showbiz.
As for Lucy, the theatre has been her whole life, her mother was a famous performer before Lucy was born. Even after early retirement, Layla was widely recognised around Magnolia. Lucy was proud of her late mother's achievements and as a child, strived to become like her.
Lucy achieved and excelled in her dream, only at the age of 16. She was frequently told to be the next 'Layla Heartfilia', for her similar beauty and acting skill.
But she didn't want that.
Lucy wanted to be known by her own name because of her own skill and beauty, but people around her kept calling her 'Layla's Twin'. After 4 years, she had enough and made plans to leave with Levy.
Two weeks before she resigned, she had auditioned for one of the main leads in a future TV show. A very bold move, she knew that, but she felt like she had the skill to do it. Two days later, she received the call-back and squealed so loud that her entire apartment complex could hear from outside. But she didn't care.
She got the part! Tonight was going to be the night where the both of them would meet with a representative from 'Vermillion Studios' and officially start their new lives.
Lucy walked over to Laxus and shook him. "Nii-san, if you don't wake up we'll be late!"
Laxus groaned and moved his arm away, rubbing his lightning scarred eye before asking. "What time is it?"
"Just a little over 9." Levy replied. She opened the dressing-room door and held it open. "If you hurry up, we'll be able to arrive to the farewell party on time."
Laxus grumbled and heaved himself off the couch, grabbing his dark purple tie from the coffee table before leaving the room. Lucy and Levy followed suit, both of them chatting excitedly about the party and the book Levy was reading.
O~~~xXx~~~O
She was pissed. This wasn't how she wanted to spend her 'Strawberry Shortcake Friday Fest'. She wanted to be wearing yoga pants and her favourite navy blue sweater, not a simple black sheath dress with a bateau neckline. Paired with classic black pumps and her scarlet hair tied in a high ponytail, she looked professional and sexy.
She paid no attention to the men ogling her beautiful figure and continued to sip on her strawberry daiquiri, while keeping an eye out for the guests of honor. She wasn't alone either, another reason why she was pissed. A small tug on the hem of her dress caused her to looked down and meet the brown eyes of a young dark-bluenette. "Are you angry Erza-san? You've been very quiet..." the girl whispered, twiddling her fingers nervously.
Erza's expression softened and she stroked the girl's hair with reassurance. "I'm not angry at you Wendy." Her mouth drew into a tight line before continuing. "It's all your idiot brother's and the dirty old man's fault."
Her right hand curled into a fist, her mind filled with the faces of the two culprits. Remembering their faces made her so mad, she began to think of all the ways to punish them. At this point, Erza had a dangerous aura around her and Wendy had to take a step back. No-one ever wanted an angry Erza, especially if strawberry shortcake was involved.
Wendy sighed, playing with the furry white trimming of her red mantle coat. Her fuchsia ankle-length ball gown swished to look around the theatre foyer, the white ruffles at the hem of her dress brushing against her bare ankles. Technically, it was her fault for not telling her brother about the event and when she remembered, it was way too late to get him ready. It was only by chance that she decided to model the new dress her Mother just finished designing...
Wendy and Erza were currently situated by the large white double stairs that lead to the galleries, the circular foyer buzzing with other guests awaiting the ladies of honour. A bar and fully stocked buffet on the right and chrome bar tables on the left, the plush red carpet in the middle was swarming with paparazzi, backstage and other theatrical actors and actresses. All the tables had white circular tablecloths except theirs, which was black.
The buzzing chatter soon ceased and was replaced with clapping as three figures appeared from the mezzanine. Erza could easily spot the light-bluenette and blonds from where she stood and clapped along with the crowd. She waited patiently as they slowly made their way down the curved stairs, flashes from the paparazzi cameras blinding them briefly...
/To be continued/
