Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. All rights belong to the creator Hiro Mashima. Only the story and OC's are rightfully mine (and stuff like that).
The Dragon and The Goddess
(A Fairy Tail Story)
Chapter 1: Holding Hands
The first meaningful time Wendy holds Chelia's hand it felt right. The soft yet strong hand fit perfectly in her tiny hand. It felt right and it made her happy. It was one of the things she likes to do with Chelia and she looks like she likes it too and doesn't mind, so it was a plus for her. But it doesn't go anywhere else and that was fine for her. She was still young and naïve, she wasn't keen on love the same way her fellow Fairy Tail women does. Besides she doesn't like Chelia that way, the older girl was just her friend.
The second meaningful time she holds Chelia's hand, she felt more connected to her. She has gotten to know her more deeply. Seeing her everyday while she was a member of Lamia Scale. Seeing what she likes and dislikes, seeing her beautiful smile and the way her eyes sparkles every time they hold hands. Witnessing Chelia in a new angle makes her feel special and it made her heart beat faster. But that was it, nothing meaningful had happen beside their friendship rising to a higher level.
The third meaningful time she holds Chelia's hand, she felt nervous. She was sixteen now and she starting to feel funny whenever she's with Chelia. She started noticing their closeness when Chelia's hand brushes over hers when they took shelter in a cave. It was a particularly chilly morning and they had coincidently gets the same job in the north. They were surprise yet happy by this unexpected reunion. With their current occupation contradicts each other it was hard to get a free time to visit one another. So they were looking forward to their mission together, just the two of them. Unfortunately a disaster happen and she barely able to get what they need and was block off by the storm. Which brings her to when Chelia nearly freezes to death and they had to share body heat in order to warm themselves. And at that moment when they fear they may not survive to see another day. Wendy realizes how precious Chelia is to her and how this may be the last time they holds hand.
The fourth meaningful time she holds Chelia's hand is when they confess their loved to each other. After the disaster that was the mission in the mountain. She spends months training to better herself, she was caught off guard and it nearly causes her and Chelia's life, she couldn't let it happen again. She trains hard, harder than her body could handle, and yet she pushes on. Not long after that her friends started to get concern and they futilely plead for her to stop, she didn't listen. It had gotten so bad that they have to call in Chelia for help. Chelia tried hard but even her words didn't sway Wendy resolved, until she took a risky yet fulfilling choice. Chelia took hold of her friend hands (Her rough and callus hand) to pull her in for a kiss. And at that moment, with Chelia's lips against hers and their hands intertwine, Wendy realizes what her feeling was, love.
The fifth meaningful time she holds Chelia's hand is when she slips in a ring to her ring finger. She was twenty one and Chelia was twenty three, they had been girlfriend for over six years. They had experience happiness together, they had experience sadness together, and they had many big fights and arguments together, and many goodbye's and sorry's. They remain together and on the faithful day, on the hill overlooking Margaret when they first said their first goodbyes and their very first kiss. Wendy kneels before Chelia and presented to her a ring and asked her hand in marriage. Chelia cries tears of joy and said yes. They both kiss passionately under the moonlight, eager to start their new lives as an engage couple.
"You always like holding my hand don't you Wendy?" Chelia asked teasingly, cradling their six year old daughter. Wendy laughs happily while their eight year old son pretends to gag at their playful teasing. She playfully flicks his forehead before glancing at her wife and gives her a big goofy grin.
"Honestly. I would trade anything in the world if it means I'm able to hold your hand again" she stated with affection laced thickly in her voice. Chelia blushes and move her hand so it would lay on top of Wendy's. Wendy responds by rotating her hand and grasps it gently in her hand. They both smile lovingly at each other, the warm feeling of their hand remind them of all the beautiful memory they created over the years.
A/N: So I decide to write this to help make the rusty gear in my head to fucking move cause I am completely stump with how to proceed with my other (And currently in progress) fic. I mean I know what I want to do but my brain is like "Let me erase every single English word that you know LOL" and it's fucking frustrating, I've been dealing with this for like nearly two month and I just want to fucking write my idea is that so hard. Anyway and in a completely random note I don't know if this is a drabble or a short story, I just want words to form in my head so I can write again.